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Zhou Peiyao's mother was causing a scene at the police station, crying uncontrollably, which drew the ire of the other officers.
In the end, Chen Zhiyuan had to step in and take them to a conference room, where the forensic expert He Li would explain the situation to them.
I sat outside the conference room, listening to the commotion inside, feeling utterly speechless.
After all, this couple were my parents, yet their behavior left me in shock.
I could hardly believe that there were such cold-hearted parents in the world!
They didn’t even care about their daughter’s life or death!
I could hear He Li's voice coming from the conference room: "According to our autopsy report, Miss Zhou Peiyao tested positive for multiple prescription medications, including those used to treat depression and Parkinson's disease, as well as a highly addictive stimulant for depression. This drug can cause a loss of control, confusion, and hallucinations in individuals, and an overdose can be fatal."
Zhou Peiyao's mother interrupted him: "What do you mean by that? Are you saying my daughter died from taking drugs?!"
He Li nodded: "Yes."
Zhou Peiyao's father widened his eyes in disbelief: "Impossible! How could my daughter possibly die from taking drugs?!"
He Li sighed: "Mr. Zhou, please accept my condolences."
Although it sounds a bit unbelievable, this is the result of our autopsy report.
Furthermore, we found that Miss Zhou Peiyao had no prior history of these diseases, nor were there any records of her purchasing these medications. So may I ask you both, has she mentioned any of these illnesses to you recently? Or has she exhibited any unusual behavior?
Zhou Peiyao's parents exchanged glances, silently communicating with each other.
Her mother cautiously spoke up, "Well, she hasn't sent us any money in the past two months."
He Li was taken aback. "What money?"
Zhou Peiyao's father sighed, "She used to send us fifty thousand yuan every month. But she hasn't sent anything in the last two months, and we're worried something might have happened to her. After all, our younger son still needs that money for school."
He Li was stunned. "Are you saying that Miss Zhou Peiyao used to send you fifty thousand yuan every month?!"
Zhou Peiyao's father nodded. "Yes, this child really doesn't understand. It's not easy for her working out there, yet she still sends us fifty thousand yuan every month. We advised her not to work so hard, but she just wouldn't listen."
He Li sighed. "I understand now. So you came to the police station this time to clarify the cause of Miss Zhou Peiyao's death."
"Is that how you plan to get her inheritance?"
Zhou Peiyao's mother chuckled awkwardly. "Yes, after all, she has saved quite a bit of money. We hope that after her death, she can return that money to us."
After leaving the conference room, Chen Zhiyuan and He Li immediately arranged for a junior officer to retrieve Zhou Peiyao's call records and bank statements.
He Li expressed dissatisfaction with Zhou Peiyao's parents. "What a pair of vampires! They know nothing about their daughter's health but remember every unpaid remittance."
While Chen Zhiyuan somewhat agreed with He Li's perspective, he pointed out that it still needed to be verified whether Zhou Peiyao was truly ill.
At that moment, I expressed my anger towards Zhou Peiyao's parents in the interrogation room, believing they were unworthy of being called parents. My emotions were intense, but under the watchful eyes of Chen Zhiyuan and He Li, I gradually calmed down and apologized.
Chen Zhiyuan then asked me about the "Encounter" bar, hoping to gather more information about it from me. As a regular customer of the "Encounter" bar, I provided Chen Zhiyuan with details about the establishment.
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