The injured one was Zhou Yang's father Zhou Jiming, whose head was smashed with a vase by Gu Haiming.

In the room of Zhou Jiming and Gu Hailan, the family doctor had arrived and was bandaging Zhou Jiming's wound. Gu Hailan held Zhou Jiming's hand with an anxious look on his face.

Zhou Jiming was very calm and came over to comfort Gu Hailan.

"It's okay, it's just a layer of skin breaking, don't worry."

"But so much blood has shed." Gu Hailan cried anxiously.

"It's fine."

Zhou Jiming smiled and comforted Gu Hailan, even though the blood was passing through his cheeks, his sweater had already stained.

Such a gentle man is really hard to associate him as a retired athlete or a fitness coach.

Jiang Yue looked at this room.

Although it is also an ensuite, this room and Zhou Yang's room combined are not as big as Gu Jiahong's room.

The decoration of the room is very classical. The most conspicuous is a large bookshelves leaning against the wall, full of books. There are many types of books, which are different from the books on the bookshelf in the old lady's room. The books on the bookshelf in this room are a bit old, as if they have been reading for a long time.

There was also a solid wood desk in the room. The desk was very neat and there were several books on it. What puzzled Jiang Yue was that there was no computer on the desk.

And looking around, there were no electronic products in the room.

The family doctor quickly treated Zhou Jiming's wound and left with a first aid kit.

Only then did Zhou Jiming see Jiang Yue.

"Who is this?"

Gu Hailan wiped her tears and looked over.

Jiang Yue revealed his identity, and the two hurriedly invited Jiang Yue and the other four to sit down.

"Mr. Zhou's injury is fine? It looks quite serious," Jiang Yue asked.

Zhou Jiming showed bitterness on his face, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury."

A minor injury? Is it a minor injury after so much blood?

I'm afraid I've gotten used to it?

"Is Mr. Zhou suitable for conversation now?"

"Of course, what Director Jiang wants to know?" Zhou Jiming was straightforward.

"Do you have any clues that you can provide for the murder of the old lady and Gu Jiahong?"

Gu Hailan lowered her head and wiped her tears without saying anything. Zhou Jiming sighed and said, "The relationship between our family is hard to describe, so there is really no clue that can be provided."

“Where are the two on the evening of December 31?”

"In the villa in the city center, our family of three went to bed after the New Year's Eve."

Jiang Yue looked at him straight, "Although the case has developed to this point, there is no exact accusation against the murderer, I have a suspect. Does Mr. Zhou want to know who it is?"

Fang Weiwei and the other two were stunned.

Anyone with suspicion?

Why don't they know?

Zhou Jiming was also stunned and smiled faintly at Jiang Yue's Exploration's gaze, "Can Director Jiang doubt me?"

I laughed so hard that it was a bit joking and a little calm.

"That's right, we locked the murderer to the Gu family and were close to Gu Jiahong. He was a man, strong and was oppressed for a long time. He had a certain hatred for the Gu family. He was within fifteen meters of Gu Jiahong's room."

As he said that, Jiang Yue sat upright and looked straight at Zhou Jiming, "All kinds of clues make it difficult for us not to doubt Mr. Zhou."

Gu Hailan looked up at Jiang Yue in shock, and then looked at Zhou Jiming in complexity, and Zhou Jiming patted her hand.

"The other ones are like me, but I don't have hatred for the Gu family. Instead, I feel guilty about the Gu family. After all, I abducted Hailan and asked her to suffer with me. It was because of the hard conditions that Yangyang's mother and mother were not in good health. It was all my fault."

Zhou Jiming looked humble and felt a little guilty and regretful as he spoke.

Jiang Yue narrowed her eyes slightly at Zhou Jiming.

"Are you sure there is no hatred?"

Zhou Jiming looked up at Jiang Yue, calmly, "No."

"You eloped with Gu Hailan, the eldest lady of the Gu family. Then your father committed suicide at home and died of unsuccessful rescue. However, because the cause of death was strange, the police were involved in the investigation. The police visited your neighbors. They all mentioned that the old lady of the Gu family took people to your house. Just when the police conducted in-depth investigation, they were obstructed. Finally, the case was closed due to suicide."

Jiang Yue narrowed her eyes slightly, "Did Mr. Zhou have never doubted the cause of your father's death at all?"

A crack finally appeared on the gentle mask on Zhou Jiming's face.

"Even the police have decided that my father committed suicide, what else do I doubt?"

"Is that true?" Jiang Yue looked at Gu Hailan, who was already stunned, and then said, "Do you want to swear to Gu Hailan next to you that you have no hatred for the Gu family?"

It can be seen that Zhou Jiming loves Gu Hailan very much, and his eyes and actions cannot deceive people.

Sure enough, facing Gu Hailan's solemn gaze, Zhou Jiming's eyes dodged a little, and he hurriedly grabbed Gu Hailan's hand.

"Lanlan, I admit that I have hatred for the Gu family, but I have never killed your mother and Gu Jiahong. We have all moved out of the Gu family now, so I will not ruin our happy life like this."

Zhou Jiming looked sincere and could not see any lying.

Gu Hailan held his hand back and said, "I believe you."

Jiang Yue looked at the two of them with slightly pursed lips.

In fact, she just suspected Zhou Jiming at the beginning, and just tried to test him.

But now that the test is over, she really can't tell her feelings.

It’s strange, it feels like Zhou Jiming is talking to her in a mask.

It seems true or false, and it is impossible to draw conclusions.

Gu Hailan looked at Jiang Yue, "Ji Ming was feeling uncomfortable, so let's talk about it some other day."

Gu Hailan's tone was alienated, probably because Jiang Yue's impolite test for Zhou Jiming just made her feel uncomfortable.

Jiang Yue didn't stay for a long time and left their room with the three special mediation staff.

Standing in the lobby on the first floor of the Gu family, Jiang Yue frowned and looked upstairs.

"Deputy Director, is Zhou Jiming's father's incident true?" Meng Liangchao asked.

Jiang Yue nodded.

"All all kinds of evidence indicate him. Are we arresting him now and going back to ask questions?"

Jiang Yue pursed her lips, "No, let Old Fujia send someone over."

"yes."

He Yao took out his cell phone and called Lao Fu.

"Deputy Director, what do you want to do?" Fang Weiwei asked.

"When the murderer leaks his fault, the murderer will definitely take action."

Fang Weiwei's face was solemn, "Who will the next target of the murderer be?"

Jiang Yue pondered, "Gu Haiming."

Fang Weiwei was puzzled, "So, deputy director, do you still doubt Zhou Jiming?"

It is already obvious that Gu Haiming didn't like Zhou Jiming. It is estimated that Zhou Jiming has been under such oppression for a long time.

Also, Gu Haiming was eager to get the shares in Gu Hailan and Zhou Jiming.

If Zhou Jiming is the murderer, his next target will definitely be Gu Haiming.

Jiang Yue did not answer Fang Weiwei's question, and looked at the direction of the stairs. Zhou Yang was sitting in a wheelchair and was watching them. The orange cat was lying quietly on his lap.

Fang Weiwei and the other two looked at her gaze and also saw Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang nodded to them lightly and controlled the wheelchair and returned to the room.

"Return to the special mediation."

Jiang Yue withdrew her gaze and turned around and left the Gu family with the three of them.

It was already five o'clock in the afternoon when the car arrived at the special commission. The sky was already dark and snowflakes began to float in the sky.

Fang Weiwei got out of the car and stomped her feet, shivering coldly, cursed and quickly ran towards the gate of the special agency in her high heels.

"This ghost weather is going to freeze to death... Damn!" Fang Weiwei cursed inwardly, and the key in her hand fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.

Jiang Yue had just gotten out of the car and looked at Xunsheng, and his mind was in a mess.

There was a dim light outside the special mediation office door, and a tall voice stood under the light.

A black dress, half of her face shrouded in the shadows.

However, the aura emitted from his body and the half of his exposed face were still recognized by Jiang Yue at a glance.

Power is less to fight.
To be continued...