LRAB Chapter 206
Chapter 206
Chapter 206: Chapter 43 Taxi_2 Chapter 206: Chapter 43 Taxi_2 This didn’t add up.
“You should spend more time with your sister whenever you can.
It’s obvious she relies a lot on you,” Lin Xian looked at Zheng Chenghe and asked his question indirectly:
“What do you do for a living?”
“I drive a taxicab,” Zheng Chenghe casually replied:
“I usually work the day shift.
In the evenings, I always stay here with Xiangyue, then bring her over to Yiyi’s place to chat and help Yiyi with her rehabilitation exercises.”
...
...
[Taxicab].
When Lin Xian heard this word, he felt uncomfortable all over.
...
He remembered New Year’s Eve, the taxicab that had killed Xu Yun;
He then recalled the taxicab that had recently hit and knocked over Tang Xin;
The group of murderers seemed to take a particular liking to using taxicabs to commit their crimes...
it was probably because taxicabs were inconspicuous and could easily blend in with the crowd, avoiding specific attention, and they were also rather misleading.
“The income from driving a taxicab shouldn’t be enough to afford the expensive hospital fees here, right?” Lin Xian continued asking.
“That’s right.”
Zheng Chenghe chuckled:
“Fortunately, there are many kind-hearted people like Professor Xu Yun who have helped us.
That’s why Xiangyue can enjoy such good medical conditions here.
Donghai City has a special medical fund for children, and we also applied for and received aid for congenital heart disease, which is why we can stay here long-term.”
Lin Xian nodded:
“That’s good to hear.”
Afterward, he said goodbye to Zheng Chenghe and left Xu Yiyi’s hospital room.
He got on the descending elevator.
Lin Xian closed his eyes and thought.
Donghai City had hundreds of thousands of taxicabs, with many having double-shift drivers—roughly estimating, there would be two to three hundred thousand taxicab drivers in the whole city.
The fact that Zheng Chenghe was a taxicab driver was not particularly noteworthy.
Of course.
All these conclusions were based on the assumption he hadn’t been led here by Huang Que today.
If he had just happened to meet Zheng Chenghe, he wouldn’t have given it a second thought.
But under today’s circumstances, he had to give it some extra thought—
[Could the fact that Zheng Chenghe was a taxicab driver be related to Xu Yun’s death, or Tang Xin’s death?]
[Could he be the executor who caused both deaths?
The most direct murderer?]
“It’s hard to determine.”
Lin Xian opened his eyes.
It was really hard to determine.
However...
He had thought that Su Su must have left in her car long ago; he didn’t expect she would wait for him downstairs for so long.
“You drive really well,” Su Su immediately showed her phone display, which showed a WeChat contact QR code:
“Add me on WeChat, let’s hang out and race when you’re free!”
Lin Xian looked down and smiled softly:
“Have you forgotten?
I told you before, I don’t have a car.”
“You!”
Su Su instantly changed her expression, biting on her back teeth:
“Ungrateful!
Pah!”
Roar!!!!!!
The overwhelming roar of the McLaren maxed out in an instant, spewing unpleasant exhaust as it disappeared without a trace.
“It’s not...”
Lin Xian scratched his head:
“I really don’t have a car, and this Ferrari isn’t mine.”
...
The next day.
MX Company, 22nd floor, Zhao Yingjun’s office.
Seeing Lin Xian enter the office, Zhao Yingjun stopped her work and looked at Lin Xian with interest:
“How did the matchmaking go yesterday?”
“It ended after you left,” Lin Xian said:
“Nothing much to talk about, obviously not a good match.”
Zhao Yingjun blinked:
“Still planning to keep in touch?”
“Didn’t even exchange contact information,” Lin Xian said.
“Is that so.” Zhao Yingjun chuckled softly, picking up a pen from the table and continuing to review documents:
“Chu Shanhe was probably just helping a friend, with no other intention.
You shouldn’t worry about it.”
Lin Xian nodded:
“You mentioned yesterday that there’s a lot of work waiting for me...
What is it?
I’ll get onto it right away.”
“Ah, there’s not actually much work; it’s not that busy during this period, and everything is proceeding smoothly.” Zhao Yingjun took out a red-stamped A4 sheet from a neatly organized file cabinet beside her:
“The main thing is, yesterday afternoon, the Donghai City Police Department sent over a ‘temporary transfer notice.’ Although it’s addressed to our company, whether you go or not is up to you.”
“What’s that?”
Lin Xian frowned slightly:
“Temporary transfer notice?”
“That’s right, it’s a request to temporarily transfer you to the Xu Yun Case Special Investigation Team to assist with the case.” Zhao Yingjun passed over the A4 paper:
“Take a look at it.”