Chapter 3 2. The mansion with many daggers struggling

"Du Xiaofeng was in school on the day of his disappearance. At about two o'clock in the afternoon, his class teacher saw him get into a white van parked at the school gate, and then disappeared. Du Xiaofeng's family was relatively well-off. His father, Du Jinqian, was the boss of Hongfu Industrial Co., Ltd. , but died in a car accident half a year ago. His mother, Li Mei, was an employee of Hongfu before marriage. I am old and have lost my son, now I am eating fast and reciting Buddha’s name, but I don’t see any strangers, the general situation is like this, did I miss anything.”

"This is already very complete, why do you have such detailed information?" Liu Gang said in shock. "Didn't you just say these things?" Chen Xiang put the notebook in his backpack into his backpack. They were on their way to Du's house. It had just rained heavily and the sky had just cleared up. Yu Zheng, who was driving in front, glared hard at Liu Gang who was next to him. With a big mouth, Liu Gang immediately pretended to be innocent. Yu Zheng withdrew his eyes and looked in the rearview mirror. Chen Xiangzheng looked over with a smile that was not a smile. , he doesn't like this woman, even a little repulsed, because her eyes, when she looks at you intentionally or unintentionally, those black eyes are like a swirling black pool, making you feel like drowning in it involuntarily, strange , her eyes are not too big.

In short, danger, that's how Yu Zheng feels about her. Du's house is located in the most secluded area of ​​the suburbs. It was built before liberation. It is an old house of nearly 70 years. There are few people here, and it is 100 meters away from the nearest house. When the car drove into the courtyard, Chen Xiang, who came here for the first time, I couldn't help but sigh loudly. "How about it, let's be magnificent, let's be envious." Liu couldn't hold back after being quiet for a while just now. It's normal for him to say that, whether it's a courtyard with small bridges, flowing water, flowers and trees, or a magnificent two-story building, you can see it all. It turns out that the Du family's financial resources are indeed extraordinary.

"NO," Chen Xiang shook his head, "Although this building is beautiful, it is already old." "Old?" Liu Gang wondered why she used such a word, and even Yu Zheng couldn't help but glance at her, thinking that modern writers are nothing more than that, they are just sensationalists. "Yeah, getting old, like a person in his seventies or eighties, he may still be tall and strong, but he's old and out of his wits, no matter what he can't hide the feeling of dying. breath." Liu Gang was stunned by such a straightforward tone, and Yu Zheng replied in disgust: "Don't you have an elder?" Before she could answer, he walked in first, and someone was already waiting at the door of the house.

"Elder?" Chen Xiang tilted his head and thought for a while, then followed in with a self-deprecating smile. Waiting for them is Mrs. Zhang, a distant relative of Mrs. Du, who has been taking care of the life of the Du family for many years. She is equivalent to the status of a housekeeper. She is about fifty years old. A lot of energy. Yu Zheng greeted her, and walked into the room, where colleagues who were fiddling with monitoring equipment, Tang Tang and Daewoo stood up and shook their heads, indicating that there was still no news. Yu Zheng sighed and briefly introduced Chen Xiang.

The living room is very large, and the furniture is dark brown and classic, which makes the color of the house darken. Compared with the sunny day outside, it looks like two worlds. He made a rattling sound, like the groaning of a dying person. I wonder if Chen Xiang's words had an effect. Yu Zheng also began to feel that the room was lifeless. He couldn't help but look at Chen Xiang. Looking vigorously at the furnishings in the house, flapping his nostrils like a puppy from time to time, he noticed Yu Zheng's gaze, turned his head and smiled, and the two turned their heads at the same time to look at the center of the living room.

"Hey, don't you think this living room is weird." Chen Xiang moved closer to Yu Zheng. "Strange? Where is the strangeness?" Yu Zheng snorted, "It's your writer's sensitive cells that are doing the strangeness." "No, look at this room, this staircase, this bonsai, and the strangest thing is this chandelier. The whole room is in a classical style, but a Western-style chandelier is installed. It's completely out of place. Is there any interior designer? It will be designed like this." Indeed, there is a luxurious Western-style chandelier hanging there, but it is extremely inconsistent with this house. The huge and beautiful lampshade hangs from the ceiling that is as high as two floors, showing the rich wealth and unique aesthetics of the owner of the house , under the chandelier is a modular sofa, on which sits a thin middle-aged woman, that is Du Xiaofeng's mother Li Mei, since Yuzheng and the others came in, she has been sitting there in a stiff posture with her face On the face is a dull look.

"Maybe people like the combination of Chinese and Western." Yu Zheng said, nodding to Daewoo who came over. "I went crazy for a while, and finally calmed down." Daewoo raised his chin at her. Yu Zheng frowned. He remembered that when he first met Li Mei, she was just a nervous mother who was nervous because of her son's disappearance. Why did she become like this in just two or three days. He walked over and greeted Li Mei as softly as possible. Li Mei shrank her arms and ignored him. At this time, Mrs. Zhang brought tea and greeted Yu Zheng and Chen Xiang. Chen Xiang came over and sat by Li Mei's bed. Beside, comforted softly, Yu Zheng found that she was good at this aspect, under her comfort, Li Mei gradually relaxed, more or less able to answer some questions, although most of them were single words like um, no, But it is not a small progress.

Seeing this, Yu Zheng hinted that Chen Xiang asked some questions related to the case. Chen Xiang started chatting with Li Mei, interspersed with some questions about whether he had any grudges with others recently, whether there were strangers nearby, whether any unusual things happened, etc. Yu Zheng found that her question was quite plausible, so he didn't interrupt. He listened to Li Mei's intermittent answers, which were basically of no practical value. Yu Zheng shook his head and turned to Mrs. Zhang. "Is Miss Du there?" "No, miss is out." "Who else is there?"

"The old lady is chanting scriptures in her room." "Then can I see Mrs. Du?" Mrs. Zhang hesitated for a moment, then turned her head away: "The old lady won't see you, she hasn't seen a stranger for half a year." Yu Zheng was a little strange, but he still wanted to try again: "Even if Du Xiaofeng, the grandson of the Du family, disappears..." Only halfway through the words, Li Mei stood up suddenly, staring straight ahead, panting rapidly and heavily, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't say it, everyone was startled by her , Chen Xiang stood up in a daze, and patted her on the shoulder comfortingly, trying to calm her down, but it was obviously useless. Li Mei was still panting heavily, and spit out a few words intermittently, most of them were vague. Xiang leaned over and listened for a long time before he heard two words clearly, Xiaofeng Xiaofeng, "What's wrong with Xiaofeng?" Chen Xiang saw what she wanted to say, and then asked.

Li Mei tremblingly raised her hand, pointed to the air, and shouted, "Dead."