"Do you know Lei Lanting?" The tall and thin policeman began to ask, and the other short policeman immediately took out a notepad and started writing rapidly on it. It looked like he was a newbie who had just graduated from the police academy.

"I know you." Dong Qiangqiang's expression was calm.

Ever since he decided to help Lei Lanting that day, he knew that the police would come to his door sooner or later, so he specially made a list of his activity schedule for August to prevent him from being unable to answer the questions when the police came to him. Who would have thought that they would actually be sent in today?

Used.

"What is your relationship with him?"

"classmate."

"Do you know about the injury on his arm?"

"I don't know how he was injured, but I took him to the emergency room. The consultation time was around 22:00 on August 15th. The clinic was at No. 26 Berliner Strasse. The person on duty that night was Dr. Mori. His condition

It's dislocation, dislocation and fracture. You can confirm the specific content of the diagnosis report with the doctor." Dong Qiangqiang replied in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.

"Then where were you from the 9th to the 14th of this month?"

"I took the train to Munich to visit friends on the 9th, and then traveled there. I came back around the 14th. You can check my ticket purchase record in the German high-speed rail ticket purchase system."

"Do you know who Lei Lanting has had conflicts with recently? For example, who has he offended or who has offended him?" The key question finally came out.

"I don't know. I didn't care."

"Then do you know who he is closely related to?" the policeman continued to ask unwillingly.

Dong Qiangqiang still shook his head: "I don't know that either. You should ask him himself."

The two policemen asked many indirect questions related to Lei Lanting, but Dong Qiangqiang could answer all the questions except for the first one. When the two policemen saw this, they had no better ideas and could only

Dong Qiangqiang was warned to contact them again if he remembered anything, and then drove away.

After talking to the police, Dong Qiangqiang felt mentally exhausted. He stood alone outside the kitchen, staring at the empty lawn in the distance, alone and dazed.

Lao Bai thoughtfully brought him a large bowl of dried dumpling soup, and he drank it down.

Dong Qiangqiang, who was full after drinking water, had no appetite and simply stopped eating the dumplings. He greeted everyone with a few polite words and prepared to leave.

Lao Bai didn't try to persuade him. When the car started, he threw a lunch box of dumplings into the back seat of his car.

On the way home, Dong Qiangqiang called Lei Lanting again, but still no one answered. He drove outside Lei Lanting's house. It was dark and no one was in Lei Lan's house. He didn't have the key to Lei Lanting's house, so he could only give Lei Lanting the key.

Lan Ting sent a text message and then returned to his home.

After not going home for a few days, Dong Qiangqiang felt that his room seemed strange.

Sitting in the middle of the room in a daze for a while, he finally figured out that what he was afraid of and worried about was not that Lei Lanting might be the murderer, but that he was deeply shocked by the murder of Yu Jianghai.

Although he had no favorable impression of Yu Jianghai and even disliked him because of Lu Wei's incident, the sudden death of the other party still brought a huge impact and shock to him.

He couldn't help but think of the Japanese writer's words: Cherish today, cherish now, who knows which one will come first, tomorrow or the accident.

He tried to read the financial news he was interested in during the day a few more times to calm himself down, but his eyes were fixed on the newspaper and the depressing things he was thinking about were still there.

He opened the computer in a daze and prepared to copy down next week's class schedule.

As the computer started, his MSN mailbox was automatically logged in, and a prompt window for unread emails popped up from the lower right corner of the computer screen.

He casually opened his mailbox, and dozens of unread emails poured in. Among the various advertising emails were electronic bills from TRB Bank, and welcome letters sent to him by the preparatory college.

Just as he was searching the titles of unread emails one by one, an email with the title "" caught his eye.

Dong Qiangqiang's heart skipped a beat because that was the title his ex-girlfriend Chen Yu used every time she sent him a letter.

Why did she suddenly write me a letter? Could it be that her computer was infected with a virus and sent me a phishing email?

Full of questions, Dong Qiangqiang clicked on the email.

In the email, Chen Yu briefly described how her new boyfriend broke up with her before her first big exam and how he quickly hooked up with another girl.

She didn't expect that her love would be like a bloody TV series, but what made her most depressed was not the broken love, but that she had lent the man a sum of money without writing any IOU when they were passionately in love. When the two broke up

, she just wanted to get her money back. Unexpectedly, the boy turned his back as quickly as a book. Not only did he refuse to admit his debt, he also went to court to sue Chen Yu for blackmail. Chen Yu had no choice but to respond to the lawsuit, and lost the lawsuit without any suspense.

, not only did not get a penny back, but also incurred legal fees and compensation fees, and even almost dropped out of school.

Losing the lawsuit filled Chen Yu with a deep sense of frustration. The lawsuit also distracted him from his review, so he naturally failed the exam.

Naturally, she did not dare or want to tell her family, let alone her friends in China, when she encountered such an unfortunate incident. She knew very well how many people were waiting to see her laugh, and it was impossible for her to make such a scandal public.

Others made fun of her after dinner, but it really caused her great trouble. The school's psychological counselor told her that she was suffering from moderate depression and suggested that she take a break from school for half a year.

When Dong Qiangqiang read on, the beginning of a paragraph disappeared, as if the brush suddenly ran out of paint while painting a wall, half of the wall was white and half of the wall was gray, and it stopped abruptly.

He leaned over and took out half a pack of unfinished cigarettes from the drawer. After lighting one, he walked slowly to the window and opened the slanted window completely. The night wind jumped in like a ghostly elf.

Room.

When he was just dumped by Chen Yu, he had imagined that one day the other party would come back to him crying and regretting it. But when the other party really knelt down and his head was bleeding, he suddenly discovered that there was no such thing in his heart.

The joy and relief of any revenge.

Just like how he felt about the desperate Lei Lanting.

Dong Qiangqiang knew in his heart that Chen Yu didn't tell him her mobile phone number because she didn't want to call him. Although she confided in him, she didn't want to become a completely resentful woman.

She wanted to retain her image in Dong Qiangqiang's mind.

He thought seriously for a few minutes and replied to the other party. The email was very short, with only one line: What can I do for you?

There is a 5-hour difference between German summer time and New York. It is night here in Dong Qiangqiang, but it is still evening in New York.

He believed that Chen Yu would reply soon.

But until Dong Qiangqiang finished smoking all the remaining cigarettes, Chen Yu didn't reply.

Dong Qiangqiang thought that he had failed to send it, so he sent it again and waited for a long time, but Chen Yu still didn't reply with only a few words.

Maybe she was busy studying, Dong Qiangqiang fell on the bed and thought randomly, his eyelids gradually darkened, those familiar and unfamiliar figures alternately passed by his eyes quickly, but no one said a word to him.

He wanted to shout those people's names loudly, but it seemed as if a ball of cotton was blocked in his throat and he couldn't make a sound.

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