Chapter 310: Hi sir, do you have a solution?

The next day, inside the hospital.
Zhang Yongliang was pale, eyes closed, lying on a white bed, his breathing was weak, as if it would be broken at any time, the left wrist with a white bandage was placed on the outside of the quilt, and at the same time a bare arm was exposed , There are several deep or shallow blood, which seems a bit shocking.
Xia Liang and Qin Feng, as well as accompanying Dr. Du, entered the ward and saw such a scene.
"Comrade, what do you want ...?" Zhang Yongliang's father saw them in and immediately greeted him, asking with a disturbing look on his face.
Xia Liang looked at his pale white hair, his restrained body, and the tiredness on his face and deep dark circles, guessing that he had probably stayed up all night without sleeping.
There was such a big thing in the family that his daughter-in-law was killed and his son committed suicide.
"Hello, we want to come to Zhang Yongliang for some information. Has he not been awake now?" Qin Feng said politely.
"Comrade, he ... he just woke up and fell asleep after taking the medicine. Anything you can do if you ask me, I must tell you, you have to ... but you have to catch the killer ... this is almost It's my son's life ... "Zhang Yongliang's dad covered his face and said in pain and choked.
Qin Feng glanced at Zhang Yongliang and the old man in front of him, nodded, and gave up the idea of ​​waking him up at this time.
Talk to his dad first, maybe you can learn some useful information.
Zhang Yongliang lived in a single-person ward, and they didn't go out, so the old man sat down and said quietly, "Bo Zhang, how is your son and daughter-in-law's relationship?"
"Mengman's temper is not very good, and he is stronger. He usually quarrels, but there is no quarrel between the husband and wife. Yongliang has a good temper, and he doesn't care about it. They have a good relationship. Yes. "Zhang Yongliang his dad wiped his tears and whispered.
"Zhang Bo, don't tell you. We checked, your daughter-in-law is outside, and you're having an affair, do you know that?" Qin Feng asked straightforwardly.
"Ah!" Zhang Yongliang's dad looked up suddenly when he heard this, his expression was surprised and angry, he shivered and asked, "Comrade, is this true ?!"
"Well. Moreover, her private life is chaotic, not only messing with one person alone." Qin Feng nodded.
"Oh! Sin! I ... I know that one day, sooner or later, my son ... isn't worth it ..." Zhang Yongliang his dad stunned his bed and said with gritted teeth.
"Zhang Bo, your son probably knows this, hasn't he told you about it? Do you think about it, is there anything wrong with your son's emotions on weekdays? Did he make you feel strange? Behavior? And is he angry when facing Li Mengman? "Qin Feng asked in a series.
"This ... he never said that." Dad Zhang shook his head first, and then there was some thought in his expression, as if he thought of something, his face suddenly changed.
Several people, Qin Feng and Xia Liang, suddenly came to see this place, waiting for him to say it, but he shook his head in a panic and said, "No ... there is nothing wrong. My son is not He will know, otherwise he will speak. "
His performance is obviously concealing something.
Qin Feng took a deep breath and said with patience, "Zhang Bo, if you know anything, you must say it. The current situation is not good for your son."
His father Zhang Zhiyong was obviously panic when he heard this. He opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I saw Xiao Liang's arm hurt a few days ago, and when I asked him, he was indifferent Do not say.
After I asked a few more words, he suddenly turned into a person, smiled at me, his voice was somber, and said ... what the hell, or something ... I was taken aback by him, When he asked again, he rushed out of the door and closed it violently ... He had a very different temper on peace days ... "
"Is that the injury on his arm?" Xia Liang pointed to Zhang Yongliang's arm and asked.
"That's all ..." Dad Zhang glanced back, nodded, and said trembling, "I ... I went home yesterday, opened the door and saw him lying on the bed, blood stained the whole bed sheet, but ... it was really scared to death I'm ... "
Then, they asked some other questions. Zhang Yongliang's father apparently had some absent-mindedness and didn't know what he was thinking. A question always took a long time to answer, and he always talked about it.
Qin Feng rubbed his forehead, wondering if he would go home this morning, Zhang Yongliang woke up.
"Xiao Liang, are you ... okay?" Dad Zhang saw him woke up and asked with concern.
Zhang Yongliang didn't look at Zhang Dad, and put his gaze on Qin Feng's people. He asked weakly, "What are you guys doing?"
"Zhang Yongliang, look at these numbers and tell us which one is Li Mengman's phone. Her mobile phone, we can't find it." At this time, Dr. Du took out a few pieces of paper from his bag.
The A4 paper is only printed with 11 numbers, so these numbers are very large and eye-catching. Just at a glance, it is very impactful, and all will enter your mind.
Dr. Du did not wait for his response, immediately showed him the first one, stared at him closely, watching his response, and asked, "Is this it?"
"No." Zhang Yongliang glanced and said immediately.
"Where's this one?"
"No."
"What about this one?"
"... No." Zhang Yongliang's pupils shrank, and his mood was obviously a little ups and downs, before he said.
"What about this one?" Dr. Du continued to show.
"No ... yes." Zhang Yongliang's mood became more and more obvious, his breathing began to thicken, he stared, looked at the numbers, and panted.
"This one?" Dr. Du's voice didn't fluctuate, still asking.
"No!"
"What about this last one?"
"None. No." Zhang Yongliang waved his arms and shouted excitedly, and stood up at the same time, trying to tear the paper in Dr. Du's hands, so that they disappeared in front of his eyes.
"You know these numbers and remember them very clearly. You can't forget, because the owner of these numbers snatched your Dreamman, so that you can only live in pain." Xia Liang said aside.
"No, Mengman loves me very much. She will make good things and wait for me to go home. She is very gentle ..." Zhang Yongliang ignored them, but gasped slightly, looking at the ceiling with a smile on her mouth and eyes. Without any focal length, murmured.