Wu Cuo pointed to the whiteboard and said, "The mental hospital called at 5 a.m. to inform Li Xiuxia's husband of her death. Li Xiuxia's husband made an appointment with the vehicle for transporting the body at the funeral home at 4 a.m., and the order was incorrect!"

"I booked a corpse transport vehicle one hour in advance. Can he predict it beforehand?" Xiaobai said.

"Call the staff in charge of transporting corpses at the funeral home and ask for details." Wu Cuo said.

Yan Ruyu had already called the staff member.

"Police?...ohohoh, you asked Li Xiuxia? I remember... I called our duty room in the middle of the night and made an appointment for a corpse transport truck. In the morning, I saw the record and went out to pull the body. Fortunately, I called my family and found out that the family had temporarily changed the place."

"Change the place? How to change the law?" Wu Cuo asked.

"At the beginning, he gave the address of his family, and asked him to go to the house to pull the body, and the next morning he asked him to go to the mental hospital. I was actually a little puzzled... The family took the body home from the hospital, and this is a situation. After all, it is normal to set up a mourning hall at home, but from home to the hospital... I have never seen this situation before...

However, there are rules in our industry, that is, ask less questions, talk less, and the more you speak, the misfortune will come from the mouth. If someone dies in the family, the mood is at its worst. If you can't say anything wrong, you will have friction, so I didn't ask much at that time."

"Thank you."

...

After listening to Wu Cuo's call, Jin Ziduo said: "Fortunately, there is still surveillance. The surveillance shows that at 8:40 pm on the 13th, Li Xiuqi and his wife got off the taxi from the gate of Li Xiuxia's community and went straight to Li Xiuxia's house.

Until 5 a.m. - it should be that after Li Xiuxia's husband received the news of his wife's death - the two men rushed out, took a car, and went straight to the mental hospital..."

"What about Wang Ai? Have you seen Wang Ai come out?" Wu Cuo asked.

"No, the surveillance camera at the entrance of the building has never been photographed by Wang Ai. After that, she seemed to have never appeared again, and the phone number was still unanswered."

"Or, after Li Xiuxia's death, Wang Ai stayed at her house to help... It was dead. He was very important to greet relatives and friends who came to pay their respects," Minghui said: "Or, she had... encountered an unexpected situation."

Yan Ruyu and Wu Cuo looked at each other, and Wu Cuo said, "Fortunately, Li Xiuqi is in our hands. No matter what happened to Wang Ai, he must know."

"The problem is, there is no evidence. Just guessing, it may not be that easy to pry open the old fried dough stick's mouth," Yan Ruyu lit a cigarette, "Why don't you act separately? You and Xiaobai stay with you to try Li Xiuqi, Minghui and I go to Li Xiuxia's house to see what happened."

"Okay, you two should be safe."

The four of them were about to go out, and Jin Ziduo said again: "By the way, I just found a message.

Before Li Xiuxia entered the mental hospital, she had consulted at a notary office. The main content of the consultation was: If they notarize their property after marriage and determine that debt is Li Xiuxia's personal behavior, can the husband not be responsible for her debt?"

Wu Cuo explained: "If this kind of notarization has no legal effect, unless the creditor signs and the creditor does not sign, Li Xiuxia's husband is jointly and severally liable for the post-marriage debt, which means he still has to help pay off the debt. However, according to the notarization agreement, he has the right to seek compensation from Li Xiuxia."

Jin Ziduo nodded, "Yes, that's what the notary office told Li Xiuxia at that time."

Xiaobai said: "Li Xiuxia interestingly protects her husband's interests. Does this mean...their relationship between husband and wife is still good."

"What a pity!" Minghui sighed softly.

The four people acted separately.

Yan Ruyu and Minghui rushed to Li Xiuxia's residence. Before they could go upstairs, they first heard two old ladies sitting on the bench in the community to enjoy the cool air.

"A good person, she will disappear if she says nothing. She is only in her thirties? She is much younger than us..."

"No, who would have thought that she would walk ahead of me. But it's good that we can finally be more slim when the ninth floor dies. Otherwise, who would have to stand the couple quarreling every day?"

"That's to say, you don't know. The quarrels were so loud a few days ago, and the ping-pong sounded loudly. It was so scary that I kept going until dawn. I even knocked on their door, and the movement was a little less."

On the ninth floor?

Li Xiuxia’s house is on the ninth floor!

Minghui had already taken the initiative to come up and talked to the two of them, "I seem to have heard what you said. We are new here and don't understand the situation yet. What's going on?"

The two old ladies looked at Minghui and Yan Ruyu again. Yan Ruyu hurried forward, reached out to put his hand on Minghui's shoulder, pretended to be a young couple, and smiled shyly at the old ladies.

The two old ladies smiled knowingly, and one of them said, "The house on the east side of the ninth floor died two days ago. The woman died. Don't mess with the man, so don't be unlucky."

Another person added: "How many floors do you live in? It's really time for you to move here. You didn't catch up when the couple fought. Now they are finally clean and don't have to suffer that anymore."

"Do they often fight?" Minghui asked.

"I used to have a good relationship, but it's just recently," the old lady who spoke asked another old lady, "It seems to be three months?"

Another old lady took over the conversation, "I have it, it's almost three months. Anyway, every time I hear them quarrel, it's because of money. A poor couple is sad, and the old saying makes sense.

However, I haven't seen a woman on the ninth floor in the past month... I heard that she was divorced and separated? We don't know, we only know that there was a big fight a few days ago."

"Is the quarrel on Friday night? On the 13th?" Minghui asked.

"That's right? It's been a weekend. At night, my son came to see us and stayed here. But after a week of tired from work, I haven't had enough sleep yet. I get angry when I mention this..."

Yan Ruyu and Minghui looked at each other, and it seemed that the neighbors did not know about Li Xiuxia's entry into the mental hospital.

In addition, there was indeed a fierce quarrel at Li Xiuxia's house on Friday night, but Li Xiuxia was not at home, so there was only one possibility: the neighbors regarded the voice of Wang Ai, the only woman in the house at that time, as Li Xiuxia.

After figuring out these situations, the two of them hurriedly said goodbye and went to the ninth floor without waiting for the old lady to gossip about her situation.

Knock on the door, no one answered.

"Can they go to the hospital? Aren't they negotiating compensation with the hospital?" Minghui said.

While talking, she took out two iron wires and poked them into the keyhole of Li Xiuxia's house.

"No, you can do this craft?" Yan Ruyu said in surprise.

"It's very practical. I learned from the team leader, but I won't be able to suppress my skills."

"Tsk tsk, I'm that guy's real schoolmate."

Bang—The door opened and the two entered the room.

"Damn!" Minghui swears with swearing, "Someone! Damn someone!"

I saw Li Xiuxia's husband and son lying side by side on the big bed in the master bedroom, and seemed to be sleeping heavily.

Minghui hurried forward to touch the pulse of the two. Yan Ruyu picked up the medicine bottle placed on the bedside table.

"Sleeping pills! Damn!"

Yan Ruyu quickly dialed the emergency number and helped the medical staff who arrived later to carry the father and son into the ambulance.

"Search," Minghui put on rubber gloves, "must figure out what's going on here."

Yan Ruyu had already started the survey work. While he was thinking about whether it would be better for Wu Cuo to do this job, he reached out and pulled open the refrigerator door.

"Depend on!"
Chapter completed!