C209 Morans suspicion (2/2)

Wang Xing could only silently leave the sickroom.

Shi Ding looked at the drawing curiously. ”Little Mo, if I remember correctly, the name of the son of the Feng Group is Feng Yang, right?”

He was completely focused on the matters of the Golden Jade Temple, how could he have the time to care whether Feng Yang was a mad dog or not. However, his eyes seemed to be floating erratically, as if he was thinking of something.

But right now, the luxurious sickroom directly opposite Shi Ding's room had already exploded.

That mad sheep's howls could be heard incessantly, and its voice was filled with terror. ”My fingers, my fingers …”

At the moment, Feng Yang's legs had not completely recovered yet and he was still in a cast. However, he was tightly holding onto his hands that were drenched in blood. The pinky in his bright red palm was long gone. However, the wound was not cut by a sharp weapon, but it was forcibly broken.

”Yang Yang, it's okay, it's okay, it doesn't hurt, it won't hurt after a while!”

”Doctor, my son, my son's fingers …”

”I'm sorry, Madam Feng. We've already done our best. If we can find the severed finger within 48 hours, we can still repair it. However, if we can't, it'll be very difficult …”

Feng Yang said miserably, ”No, no, my fingers, I don't want to be a cripple.”

Before long, the police officers of Linhai City's southern region had received reports of the incident and rushed to the hospital. The one leading them was none other than the policewoman Hua Mo Lan who had appeared at the middle school yesterday.

Mo Lan casually asked a few times as she entered the ward, then continuously observed the ward. Mo Lan was extremely curious, this ward could be said to be a sealed room, how could there be anyone who could silently enter.

After standing at the window in front of the ward for a long time, Mo Lan's gaze kept sweeping through the window. The window was only half open, and the killer couldn't get in and out of it.

”Mr Feng, did you really not see what a criminal looks like?”

Feng Yang's lecherous eyes had long been attracted by the policewoman named Mo Lan, and he had even forgotten about the pain in his fingers. How could he still hear what Mo Lan was saying? He was only giggling foolishly.

Feng Yang's mother said, ”Officer, I have been in this ward the entire time, and I have not seen anyone enter!”

The policeman behind Mo Lan said: ”What the hell, is there really a ghost in this world?”

Mo Lan berated him: ”Shut up, we are firm materialists, in the future, I don't want to hear such words!”

”Yes, captain!”

Mo Lan swept her gaze across the ward. After a long while, her beautiful eyes started to stare at the ceiling of the ward.

After hesitating for a bit, Mo Lan continued to ask Feng Yang: ”Mr Feng, do you have any enmity with anyone recently?”

Since there were no witnesses, they could only use the aspect of enmity to find the murderer. After all, the other party had only broken Feng Yang's finger, and did not do anything else. From this, it was very likely that Feng Yang had offended someone.

Hearing Mo Lan's question, Feng Yang's mind immediately trembled, and a figure quickly appeared in his mind. It was the person he hated to the extreme.

Feng Yang coldly snorted: You want to make enemies with others? There really was one. If it wasn't for him, how could I have been lying in this ward with my legs broken? ”

Mo Lan's eyes lit up, and she continued to ask: ”Then, who might be the one who has a grudge with Mr Feng? What's his name and what does he do? ”

Without waiting for Feng Yang's reply, Feng Yang's mother hurriedly said: ”I know, that person is called Ye Qian, he's a student of Linghai No.1 Middle School!”

”Ye Qian!” Mo Lan was startled, this was already the second time she had heard of Ye Qian in these few days.

Mo Lan subconsciously looked at the wound on Feng Yang's hand and hissed coldly. Ye Qian, Ye Qian, the legend says that he was an expert of the way of the Taekwondo, if this matter really had something to do with him, then it would not be hard to explain.

”Looks like I have to go to No.1 Middle School tomorrow!” Mo Lan said in a daze.