C4 (1/2)

”I'll go downstairs first. I need to talk to the wife of the deceased.” After Xiao He finished speaking, he left, leaving Peng Wenyin staring at the ceiling. There was only a crystal chandelier on the ceiling, but he couldn't even see what it was. Suddenly, he saw a small black dot on one of the crystals.

”Jiang Han, give me a stool.” Peng Wenyin frowned and said to Jiang Han.

Xiao He walked downstairs and slowly sat on the sofa in the living room. Ning Ruonan quickly said, ”Captain Xiao, this is Tan Wenshi's wife, Miss Fu Lian. She said that she flew back to Ling'an from Chicago this morning, and when she went upstairs, she saw Mr. Tan's corpse, so she immediately called the police.”

Xiao He pinched his chin and politely asked Fu Lian, ”Madam Fu, what time did you arrive at Mausoleum of Books today?”

As Xiao He spoke, he gave Ning Ruonan a look. Ning Ruonan understood that Xiao He wanted her to investigate the authenticity of Fu Lian's whereabouts, so she stood up and left.

Fu Lian held back his tears and said, ”I was traveling to Chicago with a few friends on the 8th last month. I was supposed to be at Ling'an Airport at 6 o'clock last night. Old Tan said he would pick me up, but I didn't let him go after the plane was delayed. I only arrived home at 8 this morning and wanted to go upstairs to look for him. I didn't expect … ”

Seeing that Fu Lian was about to burst into tears again, Xiao He hurriedly consoled him, ”Lady Fu, you have my condolences. I would like to ask if you know about the deaths of many of the executives from the Fifth Kang side dish a few months ago.”

Fu Lian nodded. ”Although I don't work, I have heard of these things as well. It was because of these things that last month Old Tan was so unsettled that he let me travel abroad for a while because he was afraid we would be implicated. ”

Xiao He then asked, ”Unease? ”May I ask why Mr. Tan feels uneasy?”

Fu Lian froze for a moment. She then cried even harder. ”Several members of the management in Wukang have died so miserably. Old Tan told me that he feared that there would be retaliation for the large number of indiscriminate layoffs.”

”If Mr. Tan was so worried, why didn't he go out with you?” Xiao He stared intently at Fu Lian, carefully analyzing every word she said in his mind.

”I don't know. Old Tan has always been busy with his work, and when he told me about it, I was afraid to persuade him to take a walk with me. But he always said he was done with his work.”

Xiao He nodded, stood up and walked a few steps, then looked around. The deceased's house was extremely clean, as if it had been deliberately cleaned by the murderer. He slowly walked to the window and bent over to carefully examine the windowsill for a long time.

She fidgeted with her bangs on her forehead and stood behind him. ”Is there anything strange here, Inspector?” she asked.