Liu Ying lowered her head, and after a while she answered in a voice as loud as an ant: "What do you think I should do? Cry or laugh?"
"No feelings?"
"Well, it would be a lie to say that he didn't. Anyway, I didn't laugh when I heard that he died. I have always hated him, hated him for ruining me and not marrying me. I often thought that if I want to marry someone else, he is the only one who dies.
That's why. So, I have been looking forward to his death.
But when he died, what did I gain? Wasn’t it just being laughed at? It used to be a joke behind closed doors, but now it’s a joke behind closed doors. Are these three hairdressers here to get haircuts? Since they came in, they have been saying dirty things.
The person who was half-way through the conversation still moved his hands. When Yang Yutang was around, which one of them would dare?
Sir, I really don’t know what to do, I’m really confused anyway.”
Liu Ying said while Lin Chuang observed.
I found that her eyes showed confusion, no joy, no sadness, and fear for the future.
Lin Chuang understood her look and mood, because she had always been in a passive position, never took the initiative, and never took her destiny into her own hands.
Faced with Yang Yutang's threat, Liu Ying did not choose to fight, but chose to submit, and even chose to enjoy it. This situation can only be said to be her personal sorrow.
As Yang Yutang's plaything, she should naturally hate him; but it was this hateful man who protected her from the wind and rain.
Therefore, her current mood is indescribable and very confusing.
"When was the last time you saw Yang Yutang?" Lin Chuang then asked.
"The night before yesterday." Liu Ying replied quietly.
"Be specific."
"He came here after drinking that day."
"What time did you come and what time did you leave? Did you do that?"
"...It was almost nine o'clock when I came, and it was past ten-thirty when I left..., and that was done."
"Do you want to do it on the bed, or standing up?"
"...on the bed."
"Does he like standing?"
"He likes it, but I don't."
"Did he ever tell you that he had an affair with another woman?"
"I told you that as long as the woman who committed the crime is caught, that's all."
"Besides the perpetrator, are there any residents nearby?"
"No, he didn't say it anyway, and I haven't heard of it either."
The situations Liu Ying mentioned have already been mentioned by Mrs. Yang, and they are quite correct.
Lin Chuang asked again: "Liu Ying, are you staying in the store or at home? I heard that your parents and your brother live nearby, right?"
"I'm going home to live."
"Then why didn't you come home after nine o'clock the night before yesterday? It's already very late, aren't you scared?"
"...I'm waiting for him."
"He told you to come to you at night?"
"No."
Understood.
Whether it's having fun in the midst of suffering, or getting in love over time, Liu Ying enjoys it anyway.
I finally understood why her face was so radiant.
In this sense, Liu Ying seems to have no motive for killing.
"Liu Ying, do your parents and brother know about Yang Yutang?" Lin Chuang asked again.
Liu Ying kept her head down. When she heard this, she suddenly raised her head: "Sir, they are all honest people and they don't dare to kill anyone."
"Don't be nervous, I'm just asking about the situation."
"My parents knew about it the day Yang Yutang took me. They also hated Yang Yutang, but what could they do? My father knelt down before him and begged him to let me go, but he pulled out a gun and hit my father
On the forehead, it said that if you dare to stop him, your whole family will die. My father was so frightened that he never dared to say anything else after that, he just sighed."
"Where is your brother? How old is he today?"
"My brother is twenty-seven. He has a sister-in-law and a nephew. Although my brother loves me, he also hates Yang Yutang. What could happen? Will he fight to the death? How will my sister-in-law and nephew live?"
"So you just have to endure it like this?"
"..."
"What does your brother do? Have you been a soldier?"
"My brother works in Hongda Flour Factory for ten years and has never been a soldier."
"How tall is he?"
"One meter sixty-eight."
"How old is your father? How tall is he?"
"My father is forty-six years old and 1.65 meters tall."
After asking this question, the suspicion of Liu Ying's father and brother was basically eliminated.
Lin Chuang asked again: "Have you ever given Yang Yutang a gold thread purse with a pair of mandarin ducks embroidered on it?"
"No."
"Have you seen anything like this on Yang Yutang?"
"No."
"Liu Ying, you must be responsible for what you told me today. If it is untrue, do you know what the consequences will be?"
"I know. Sir, everything I tell is the truth. I dare not tell lies."
Lin Chuang stood up, looked at Liu Ying twisting the hem of her clothes uneasily, and thought to herself: "This is a poor woman."
…
After leaving the barber shop, because Liu Chunxiao was wearing a police uniform, Lin Chuang felt it was an eyesore, so he sent him back to the barber shop. He took Zhang Jin and others and walked to Junde Middle School.
Junde Middle School is also on Qipan Street, ten minutes' walk south from Chungengli, to the east of the road.
Lin Chuang thought as he walked: "When Yang Yutang goes to Junde Middle School, he will definitely meet many people along the way. As a 'celebrity' on the street, there must be many people who know him. If you ask patiently, you will definitely be able to find out the relevant situation.
It’s a pity that Wang Mu’s investigation is still insufficient.”
Opposite Junde Middle School, there is a "Large Intestine Noodle House".
Lin Chuang took a look and found that this shop was very popular. Although it was already past dinner time, there were still people coming in and out.
"Zhang Jin, are you hungry?"
Lin Chuang asked Zhang Jin.
"I'm quite full after lunch, so I'm not hungry."
"Can I still have another bowl of noodles?"
"able."
"Okay, let's go in and try the large intestine noodles. How about it?"
After that, the two of them entered the noodle shop together with the other two guards.
There are seven or eight tables in the noodle shop, and there is a tall counter directly opposite the door.
There are only two tables with three customers in the store, one table has one person and the other table has two people. A middle-aged woman is busy.
At first glance, this is the boss lady.
Seeing Lin Chuang come in, the landlady hurried over to welcome him and greeted him warmly: "Sir, please come in quickly, it's cold outside."
The four of them sat down, and the landlady wiped the table and asked, "Sir, how many bowls of noodles would you like, one bowl for each person?"
"How much does a bowl cost?" Lin Chuang asked.
"Fifty cents a bowl is enough for the noodle soup."
"So expensive?"
"Oh, it's not expensive. Sir, our large intestines are not just one piece or two, they are definitely plenty. Besides, on such a cold day, what better way to eat than to eat a bowl of noodles or a bowl of warm noodle soup?"
From what I heard, this landlady is a talkative person.
"Okay, here are three bowls of noodles and a bowl of noodle soup." Lin Chuang said.
"Okay." The landlady agreed and shouted to the back: "Three bowls of noodles and one bowl of soup!"
Someone from behind continued: "Three bowls of noodles and one bowl of soup!"
"Wait a moment, it'll be ready soon," the landlady said.
"Shopkeeper, I heard that someone died on your street, and he was the police chief. Is this accurate?" Lin Chuang asked.
"Accurate! Why not? Let me tell you, sir, the customers in my store today have all kinds of things to say, and it's really lively."