Chapter 311 Are you Ji Mingzong?
An Ye had vaccinated him eight hundred years ago and said that Wen Dai, who was controlled with medicine, was no different from a normal person.
But as long as Ji Lan is involved, be prepared.
Obviously, he had not thought about what happened today. If he had thought about it even a little bit, he would not have brought Ji Lan home.
But then I thought about it, where would I take it if I didn’t take it home? The son is still here, so he can’t leave his mother behind, right?
chaos! It’s really a mess! ! ! !
Ji Lan had a headache, and Ji Mingzong also had a headache.
The situation reaching this stage was something they had not expected.
"I'll go out and take a look!" She opened the quilt and wanted to get out of bed.
Ji Mingzong held him down and said, "I'll let someone come in."
Wen Dai came in and saw that Ji Lan was awake and in a slightly better mood. She sat on the edge of the bed and held her hand and asked for help.
Ji Lan responded one by one.
He comforted her that she was just too tired and that she would be fine if she rested for a while. The worries of being a mother could not dissipate just because of Ji Lan's words of relief.
Wen Dai was worried about Ji Lan, and anyone with a discerning eye could see it clearly.
It's just that most of these worries are from the perspective of one's own needs.
Ji Mingzong stood to one side and watched, a little angry.
Feeling depressed.
Wen Dai couldn't tell, but An Qin had a panoramic view.
All parties have concerns, but these concerns come from different angles.
Here, Ji Lan's room is full of people, but the little guy is lonely over there.
When Jing He came to call for help, Ji Mingzong learned of the situation.
In the master bedroom, the little guy was lying on the bed and calling out for dad aggrievedly. Ji Mingzong was in a state of confusion.
A splitting headache.
The house leaked and it rained all night, which was his situation at this time.
"What's wrong?" he asked, hiding his emotions.
Jing He roughly told what happened last night.
The little guy crawled pitifully into Ji Mingzong's arms.
"Ji Xixi, there are a room full of people, what do you think you are afraid of? How old are they?"
Jing He: He’s only five years old!
Ji Mingzong was focused on Ji Lan's side, worried that Wen Dai would pester her endlessly to inquire about her welfare, leaving her unable to rest.
"Can you stay alone?" Ji Mingzong asked softly.
The little guy shook his head: "Dad, I want to be with you."
"Do you have to come with me?"
The little guy pouted his lips, looking like he was about to cry.
Mr. Ji had no choice but to wrap the little guy in his nightgown and carry him into Ji Lan's room.
At this time, Jing He knew that Ji Lan was also sick.
No wonder I have no patience with my children.
Everyone knows that between Ji Lan and the little guy, the husband's choice has never changed.
The doctor came and prescribed medicine.
Ji Lan fell asleep after taking the medicine.
In the bedroom, the little one was lying beside her, each wrapped in his own quilt. Ji Mingzong was worried that the little one would do Tai Chi while sleeping, so he put a pillow between them.
in the living room.
An Qin looked worried and asked what was going on.
Ji Mingzong briefly informed him of what happened last night.
The other party's face was heavy: "Have you found out?"
"Still checking, I will tell you as soon as there is news."
"Grandma Xixi, please be patient," An Qin could see Ji Mingzong's emotions. As an adult, his lover is sick and there are people around him who are holding him back. It is difficult not to be emotional. But now that the matter has come to this, Wen Dai's situation is... Here, they can't change the status quo. Let her go back to Nanyang?
Ji Lan's absence is not good for her condition.
If you are around, this situation is inevitable.
"Sorry, I couldn't control my emotions today."
There is nothing wrong with Wen Dai feeling sorry for her daughter.
This shouldn't be the reason for his cold face,
The moment of respite did not last long. Ji Mingzong's cell phone rang. He opened the glass door of the living room and went to the yard.
On the other side, a phone call came to inform the situation: "Mr. Ji, I might have to trouble you to come over."
"Did it come out?"
The people in the police station were helpless: "No, the other party is not cooperating with the investigation. No matter what methods we use, there is only one sentence, we want to see you."
"I'll come over." That's it, the dust has settled.
Ji Mingzong told An Qin that when he went to the police station again, the other party came up to tell him the situation: "The murderer used a border-improved shotgun. It has a weak range and can only load one bullet. He was obviously prepared."
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Therefore, his target was himself, but he did not shoot at him, not because he did not dare, but because of the limitations of the tools for committing crimes.
Ji Mingzong glanced at the crime weapons placed on the table.
In the early years, or about twenty years ago, people in remote mountainous areas still made a living by hunting. Later, the country enacted animal protection laws and strictly prohibited hunting in the mountains, and this matter gradually stopped.
But at first, the law only prohibited it and did not confiscate their hunting tools, which is why what happened today happened.
"Where are the people?"
"I'll take you in."
In the interrogation room, only a dim overhead light was on.
Ji Mingzong looked at the decadent middle-aged man sitting opposite.
Like God looking at ants.
With some mercy.
"Are you Ji Mingzong?" the man's almost dry voice sounded in the interrogation room.
"You don't know me?" Ji Mingzong frowned slightly, doubting this sentence.
"I've seen your photos and seen your news," the other party cleared his throat, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and looked at Ji Mingzong with a gloomy murderous look: "I want water."
Ji Mingzong glanced behind the glass. The person waiting to take notes in the interrogation room saw his intention and poured a glass of water in.
The man drank half a bottle of water before giving up: "Rich people are so nice."
"Everything you want will be delivered to you, unlike us, a group of ants struggling at the bottom."
Ji Mingzong frowned imperceptibly and waited for the man to continue speaking.
The man who was confined to the chair raised his hand and put it in the air. He looked at the shackles in his hand and sneered: "What a waste!"
"My hands are useless a long time ago."
Probably because Ji Mingzong was too indifferent, the man stopped chattering: "Don't you ask me why I want to kill you?"
Ji Mingzong had an insight into world affairs, and the coherent behavior of the other party's death made him guess that the matter most likely had something to do with him.
But unfortunately, the person in front of me may have been used as a weapon.
He looks honest and desperate.
He looked like an honest man being forced to become a murderer.
He had to perform a complete act for the group of people behind the glass to watch. The man followed his words and said, "Why?"
"You owe me money," the man began.
Before Ji Mingzong could speak, the group of people behind the glass exploded first.
"Killing for money?"
"Do you believe it? The richest man in Beijing and Hong Kong would owe money to such a person?"
“Isn’t capital all evil-hearted?”
"Mr. Ji, who is as capital as he is, doesn't have to compromise his reputation and future on such a trivial matter. What's the benefit to him of being associated with the people at the bottom?"
In the interrogation room, Ji Mingzong seemed to have heard a joke. He repeated the man's words in a casual and funny tone: "I owe you money?"
"Yes, a lot of money!"