The car had just pulled out of the police station when Ding Yuwei said urgently, "Shen Xin, do you think there's something suspicious about Guo Meijing's death?"
"Think about it. When Guo Jinhua found out his wife was dead, in his moment of grief and fury, he didn't cry out his wife's name. He cried out his daughter's name."
"It's like..."
She furrowed her brow, trying to find the right words to describe her thoughts.
"Maybe in that instant, his wife's death made him realize something—like that there was something wrong with his daughter's death."
"That's why, in his anguish, he cried out his daughter's name."
"That's basically what I mean. Shen Xin, do you get it?"
Ding Yuwei felt her explanation was still clumsy and grew anxious, unsure how else to put it.
"I know what you mean." Shen Xin turned onto the road to the sub-bureau, then added, "But there's a problem. If Guo Jinhua did realize something, why didn't he say anything during the investigation?"
