Chapter 252 It’s just domestic violence, I’ll only last a few years.
Lin's mother was yelled by him.
He was so scared that he trembled and he didn't dare to say anything.
He hurriedly wiped his tears with his sleeves.
She sobbed quietly, coaxing her two children to the room, muttering, "Good boy, let's go back to the house first."
As he said that, he took his two children to the bedroom,
The two children followed Lin's mother timidly, and the younger children looked back at Lin's father and Lin Shengjun from time to time, their eyes full of fear.
The young mind was now shrouded in this tense and depressing atmosphere.
Full of fear and anxiety.
"She is dead, the police won't cause trouble for you, right?"
Then Lin's father turned his eyes to Lin Shengjun again, with a hint of worry in his eyes.
Lin Shengjun heard the word "police".
My heart skipped a beat and my face turned pale in an instant.
However, he still pretended to be calm and replied, "Dad, I didn't do anything illegal, what the police asked me for. Jiahui was just an accident. What could it have to do with me? They had no reason to come and cause trouble for me. ”
"Besides, there is no direct evidence to prove that I was beaten to death."
He snorted softly.
It seems like I didn't care about it at all.
Lin's mother gently coaxed the two children into the room, then carefully closed the door, and then slowly walked out.
"But what if the police ask?"
Her face was filled with worry, her brows were frowning, and her eyes were filled with anxiety and anxiety.
When Lin Shengjun heard this, his frown frown instantly twisted into a lump, and a hint of anger appeared in his eyes. He glared at Lin's mother fiercely.
Immediately afterwards.
He lowered his voice, but his tone was full of warning: "You should know, what should you say and what should not be said?"
Talking.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at his parents.
Lin's mother met his gaze and her heart trembled suddenly. A chill rose from her spine and nodded in a hurry.
I didn't dare to say another word, for fear of annoying my son.
Lin's father sat aside, silent all the time.
at this time.
He slowly pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette box and held it in his mouth.
The lighter was lit with a "pop".
He took a deep breath and the cigarette butt instantly lit up red.
Then, he slowly exhaled a sip of smoke.
"It's not a big deal to beat my wife, it's not a big deal. You can't just involve illegal crimes. Didn't you come here like this before?"
Lin's father shot the ashes, his movements casually and indifferently.
The ashes fell down, as if he was not talking about a matter of life, but a minor matter of ordinary life.
"Even if you really pursue it, you will only be squatting for a few years."
His tone was plain.
There was a numbness in his eyes.
"Dad is right."
Lin Shengjun curled a dissatisfied smile on his lips, and then agreed, "I have been squatting for three or five years, and I am only in my thirties after coming out, so it's no big deal."
As he said that, he leisurely raised his legs, leaned back, leaned against the sofa, showing his indifferent appearance.
Lin's mother lowered her head aside, her eyes full of pain and helplessness, and her heart was mixed.
I feel sad for my daughter-in-law's tragic fate.
He was also desperate about his son and husband's indifference, but he was unable to change all this.
"That's right, but the drama still needs to be done."
Lin's father took a deep breath of cigarettes and slowly exhaled the smoke rings, with a bit of shrewdness and calculating in his eyes, "No matter what, if the police really come and ask about the situation, we should act innocent on the surface. In addition, You should try to perform better at Jiahui's funeral."
"Well, dad, I understand." Lin Shengjun nodded slightly and responded: "At that time, I will insist that Jiahui's death has nothing to do with me. Anyway, they have no evidence, so I pretended not to know anything. What should I do Let's say what to say."
A hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, as if he had already figured out a solution to it.
"What are you doing here?"
Lin's father glanced at Lin's mother beside him, his eyes full of disgust, "If you don't get out of cooking! Women are just trouble!"
As he said that, the cigarette butt in his hand subconsciously wanted to greet Lin's mother.
The arm was raised high.
But when he thought that it was a special situation and tried not to cause trouble, he still took his hand back.
He threw it to the ground and crushed it hard with his feet.
Lin's mother was so scared that she trembled, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes. She could only turn around and walk towards the kitchen quickly.
No one noticed it.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
There were also some bruises left on her arms and neck when she was beaten and scolded by Lin’s father, as well as scars burned by cigarette butts.
"Poor Jiahui."
In the kitchen, Lin's mother wiped her tears with her hands, her voice choked, with endless sorrow:
"Okay, I'm free and don't have to suffer this sin anymore."
...
Sure enough.
A day later, the police still came to Lin Shengjun's house and conducted a detailed investigation into Li Jiahui's death.
Lin Sheng looked sad and innocent in his military uniform.
Her eyes were red, as if she had just cried, and her voice was a little hoarse, she said to the police:
"Comrade Police, Jiahui is gone. I still can't recover from my heart. I really didn't expect why she suddenly disappeared..."
As he said that, he covered his face and cried a few times.
Anyone can see that look at it at first glance.
They will think that he is a heartbroken husband after losing his lover.
"Mr. Lin, as far as we know, you and Ms. Li Jiahui often have conflicts in their daily lives. Is this the case?"
The police made this record seriously.
"How can it be? Comrades of the police. It is normal for couples to occasionally quarrel. Who has not had a stumbling life yet? But our relationship has always been good."
Lin Shengjun denied it.
"Yes, comrade police, our whole family is very harmonious. Shengjun's child is also devoted to Jiahui. Jiahui's incident was an accident, but it hurt our whole family very much."
Lin's father also echoed.
His face was filled with sadness, and he helped Lin Shengjun say good things.
Lin's mother was on the side, lowering her head, and unconsciously holding the corner of her clothes with her hands, feeling very worried.
She knew that her son and her husband were all lies.
But I dare not tell the truth against their wishes.
"Okay, we have all understood the specific situation." The policeman in charge recorded in his notebook.
Since there is no direct evidence to prove that Li Jiahui died of domestic violence, and she did die at Tang Shi's house.
Therefore, even though Lin Shengjun had domestic violence before, he could not be sentenced to him.
The police asked about Li Jiahui's daily life, interpersonal relationships, and other aspects before getting up and leaving.
After the police left, the disguise on Lin Shengjun's face disappeared instantly.
Instead, it was full of impatientness and disdain on his face.
He snorted coldly and said to Lin's father: "Dad, look, I just said they have no evidence to deal with me, right? After asking questions, just those words, what else can I find out."
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"Don't take it lightly. Your father-in-law and mother-in-law should be comforted as soon as possible."
But Lin's father frowned and reminded him with a serious look on his face.
"I understand."
Lin Shengjun curled his lips and replied indifferently.