The eyes of the two collided.
Time seems to be slowed down at this moment. Although the distance is less than two or three meters, every step seems to be extremely long.
Fu Zhihuan's gaze was like an invisible abyss, as if across thousands of mountains and rivers, moving in his direction.
When he is in office and when he is in private, his whole body feels completely different.
Obviously this morning, he could still look at himself with smiling eyes. But at this moment, it was as indifferent as if he was looking at a stranger.
Fu Zhihuan's eyes only paused on Wen Ruan for a short two or three seconds, then turned his head again and looked ahead.
The two passed by.
Wen Ruan lowered her eyes and stepped aside slightly.
And just when Fu Zhihuan's arm lightly touched her shoulder—
"wait a second."
Fu Zhihuan lowered his voice and said so.
Wen Ruan was slightly taken aback.
It's like a person who has always been indifferent to things around him, suddenly distracted and focused on you.
Even if it's just a small detail not worth mentioning, it still vaguely gives people an illusion.
It was as if he was no longer so insignificant to him.
And at this moment, Wen Ruan's cell phone vibrated—
[Qin Sushan]: [Frightened] [Frightened] Sisters! Red alert! ! reply ASAP!
Wen Ruan rarely saw Qin Sushan panicked like this:
[Wen Ruan]: What
[Qin Sushan]: Didn't you check Moments today
[Wen Ruan]: Didn't read it. What's wrong
[Qin Sushan]: You ran away from home in order to resist the marriage, and the Wen family didn't take care of it. In addition, you were on TV before, and now half of the famous ladies in Tongcheng know about it.
[Wen Ruan]: Then what
Wen Ruan didn't think that he would be able to hide the fact that he ran away from home, so he didn't think it mattered.
[Qin Sushan]: Then your cousin Xie Yanchi also found out, he reacted very strongly and decided to learn from you. This morning, he took his little tender model who stole the family's money and ran away from home. He also specially posted on Moments, making the eldest lady who was engaged to him very angry.
Wen Ruan was silent for a moment, then clicked on her cousin's circle of friends.
The picture in the circle of friends is a selfie at the airport—
Xie Yanchi put his arms around a standard internet celebrity face female model, and compared him arrogantly in front of the camera.
Wen Ruan felt a little tired: "..."
Such a bad cousin like himself is a playboy in the typical sense. Not long ago, the family arranged for him a well-matched and gentle and beautiful fiancée, and wanted him to learn to take care of her.
Unexpectedly, he didn't put his heart away, and instead imitated himself and ran away from home.
Below the circle of friends, there is a message from a mutual friend of the two:
[Passerby A]: Young Master Xie, are you not afraid of your father scolding you for being so tough
[Xie Yanchi] Reply to [Passerby A]: Don't be afraid! I said, if my cousin doesn't go back, I won't go back. I have to learn from advanced women in the new era! Boycott family marriage!
Wen Ruan: "..."
Still fuck me to block the gun
"Comrade policeman, these are all the letters that Lu Kechen sent me."
Facing the police, Qin Biyang's attitude was obviously more cautious than when he was dealing with Wen Ruan. He handed over a thick stack of letters with both hands, clasped his fingers and placed them on his knees.
Several police officers nodded and took it, asking him questions routinely.
"Do you know this person?"
A police officer pushed over a photo of the deceased, "His name is Gu Chencheng, he is eighteen years old, and he was in the same class as your daughter three years ago."
The person in the photo looks quite young, but he has flamboyant tinfoil hot hair, and his face is full of disobedience that does not match his age.
Gu Chencheng was the deceased who drowned in Dongyang Lake.
Qin Biyang glanced down, then suddenly clenched his hands on his knees until the joints turned slightly white before releasing them.
He said: "I know. After Wan Wan's accident, I went to school, and then I found out that it was Gu Chencheng and another boy who took the lead in bullying my daughter."
"Have you seen him recently?"
"I haven't seen it before. That case was settled back then. You know, I..."
When Qin Biyang said this, Welton paused, then sighed, with a vicissitudes of tone: "It's too late to hate him, how could I meet him? And I don't want to dwell on the past anymore, after all, people cannot die. Resurrection."
Fu Zhihuan leaned on the sofa and looked up at the living room not far away.
There was no emotion in his eyes, but he suddenly lowered his eyebrows slightly, and then walked towards the restaurant.
Qin Biyang's wife was standing there with her daughter, and she was standing aside with some embarrassment and looking into the living room.
Seeing Fu Zhihuan walking in her direction, Mrs. Qin pressed her lips tightly, and subconsciously took her daughter behind her, looking quite nervous.
"Is this a storage cabinet?"
Fu Zhihuan stopped at the connection between the dining room and the living room, turned around, and his eyes fell on the wooden locker.
There is a row of photos on the counter, all of which are photos of Qin Biyang and his new family members in recent years.
In every photo, Qin Biyang is grinning with his mouth open, as if his happiness can be read from his eyes.
Mrs. Qin nodded quickly, and said: "Yes, this cabinet is usually used to store the old sundries, and it is piled up in a mess."
"Is it convenient to open it and take a look?"
"Well, no problem."
When Madam Qin saw such a group of policemen coming to her home, she was of course very nervous, so she was very active in cooperating with her work at this moment.
She rummaged through to find the key, stepped forward, and opened the cabinet door.
Fu Zhihuan squatted down and carefully glanced at the items in the cabinet.
They are indeed all sundries, either some toolboxes with screwdrivers, or hoarded soaps, or items such as mosquito coils and candles, and some discarded small electrical appliances such as alarm clocks.
Fu Zhihuan looked down all the way, and then his eyes stopped on a thick photo album on the bottom floor.
He reached out and opened—
It is full of photos of Qin Biyang's deceased wife and daughter. There are photos of a family of three, and there are photos of his wife and daughter's life alone.
From small to large, everything is available.
It can be seen that although Qin Biyang lives in poverty, he loves his family very much.
Fu Zhihuan stretched out his hand, gently wiped the edge of the album with his thumb, then lifted it up to check—
very clean.
In this place, everything else would be dusty, but this photo album was spotless.
Fu Zhihuan didn't say anything, just closed the photo silently, then stood up, and asked casually, "When does your husband usually come home?"
"He is a plumber. It's not summer anymore. He mainly goes out to help others install and repair air conditioners. He can't make much money. Basically, he goes out when he has work, and goes home when he doesn't."
"Well, thank you for your cooperation."
Fu Zhihuan nodded, then turned around and swept in the direction of the door—
You can see Wen Ruan's white skirt at a glance.
Wen Ruan leaned on the handrail at the stairway, lowered her head and browsed Weibo.
But her eyes didn't even focus at all, she just moved her thumb upwards mechanically, none of the black and white fonts and pictures were read into her mind at all.
Wen Ruan's thoughts were a little chaotic, and she didn't know why, it was like thousands of tangled weeds, which made her feel restless.
She simply closed her eyes for a while, pondered for a while, then opened her eyes, raised her thumb to open the dialog box with Professor Su, and looked up for something.
A few days ago, Professor Su had pushed Lu Kechen's contact information to himself.
At that time, Wen Ruan was still hesitating whether to take over this troublesome and unpleasant case, so he didn't add Lu Kechen's contact information.
But at this moment, as if she had made some decision, she clicked on add friend.
"Why are you here?"
As soon as she sent a friend request to Lu Kechen, Wen Ruan heard a familiar voice, still in a cold and lazy tone.
Fu Zhihuan leaned against the door frame and looked at her with some inquiry: "This is not something you should be curious about."
"It's not curiosity, it's my job."
Wen Ruan put away her mobile phone, supported the armrest with her palm, and straightened up: "Lu Kechen is my client, so I need to understand the whole story and details of this case."
"But I remember that Lu Kechen hired you as his agent because he wanted to sue his classmates for extorting him."
Fu Zhihuan laughed, then narrowed his eyes half-closed: "It has nothing to do with this matter, right?"
"So Prosecutor Fu is interrogating me now? It's fine, but you have to follow the procedure."
Wen Ruan didn't answer, but asked back with a smile.
When it comes to business, she never likes to suffer.
"Give you a piece of advice."
Fu Zhihuan let out a low chuckle from his chest, then straightened up, and said lightly: "If you want to take care of this matter, then I suggest you go and persuade Lu Kechen to surrender as soon as possible."
When Wen Ruan heard this, she lowered her eyelids slightly, and she seemed to be eloquent just now, but now she suddenly restrained herself.
Almost all the clues now point to Lu Kechen. Even though this matter is doubtful, it is certain that it has nothing to do with him.
And at this moment, a police officer in the house connected a phone call, then stood up with a serious expression, walked to Fu Zhihuan, and said in a deep voice—
"Fu Jian, a newspaper reported the Dongyang Lake drowning case on Weibo, which caused a huge public sensation."
It was a microblog authentication account called "Jiangcheng Newspaper" that exposed this case.
This official account not only briefly summarized the facts of the Dongyang Lake drowning case, but also repeatedly mentioned the first suspect in the case, Lu Kechen.
Not only that, but this Weibo also listed the case that Lu Kechen was responsible for three years ago, coupled with the writing technique of pretentious suspense, the writing has the feeling of a suspense novel—
"Three years ago, the girl who indirectly caused drowning due to school bullying happened to die in Dongyang Lake. And three years later, the boy who bullied that girl also died in Dongyang Lake. In the two cases that seem to be accidents, Lu exists in them at the same time."
"Is this the retribution of karmic reincarnation, or the planned revenge?"
Once this report was issued, it triggered a rapid reprint by many netizens.
The case that had been gradually forgotten three years ago was brought up again. They even launched multiple analysis posts to dig out details from the case reports of the year.
All kinds of conspiracy theories and reasoning came up, but they remained the same. Almost everyone guessed that Lu Kechen must be the murderer.
"Has the investigation been clear? Where did this newspaper get such detailed information?"
"After our inquiry, someone anonymously submitted an article to the mailbox of Jiangcheng News this morning. Although the content only mentioned the drowning case in Dongyang Lake, as well as the identity of the deceased and his relationship with Lu Kechen, but based on the reporter's Sensitivity, it is natural to be able to create based on this matter."
This case was thoroughly fermented after being publicized by the media. In just a few hours, it has already attracted a high degree of public attention.
Coupled with the rekindling of the dusty past three years ago, the intricate relationship caused an uproar.
So not long ago, the higher-ups immediately issued an order, requiring the Jiangcheng police and the procuratorate to find out whether this case was an accident or a criminal case requiring public prosecution within two weeks.
The impromptu emergency meeting was over, and the participants frowned and left one after another with solemn expressions.
But Fu Zhihuan didn't move. He leaned his body against the back of the chair, playing with a pen in his right hand, closed his eyes, and frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
"Fu Jian, it's already late today, let's go back first."
Before leaving, several colleagues advised me so.
Only then did Fu Zhihuan open his eyes, he nodded, then straightened his collar, stood up and said, "Okay."
The colleague smiled, and walked side by side with him in the corridor in the procuratorate.
"You don't have to worry too much. Our prosecutor's job is to ensure that the prosecution is done well. We don't have to worry about other things. And after handling so many cases, I can tell at a glance that it is absolutely inseparable from Lu Kechen. , It will be sooner or later to find out the evidence, and just hand it over to the investigative agency."
"Yes, I know."
Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes, greeted him politely, then turned and entered his office.
At this moment, the sky outside the window was completely dark, and there were a few lights flickering on the tall buildings in the distance, which looked deserted and lonely.
Fu Zhihuan leaned back into the leather office chair, closed his eyes a little tiredly, and raised his hand to pinch his brow bone.
Indeed, no matter which direction you look at, Gu Chencheng's death must have something to do with Lu Kechen.
However, when Lu Kechen planned this case, he didn't seem to have any idea of clearing himself of his suspicions. Instead, he seemed to want to tell the world that he was the murderer.
Thinking of this, Fu Zhihuan frowned suddenly, and opened his eyes.
He straightened up, raised his hand to pick up the phone on the table, and dialed: "Help me investigate, who else participated in the campus bullying case that indirectly caused Qin Wan's death three years ago."
A bird perched on a branch outside the window, and the branches and leaves collided with each other, making loud noises.
Fu Zhihuan put down the phone, the expression in his eyes deepened.
Since Lu Kechen didn't want to cover up his murderer's identity, why didn't he plead guilty or surrender
Perhaps, it was because he still had unfinished plans.
Moreover, if Fu Zhihuan guessed correctly, Lu Kechen's purpose was not just revenge.
He wanted this matter to ferment completely, causing an uproar, and making everyone in the country focus on him.
Lu Kechen wanted to perform a vigorous performance in front of these audiences.
After Wen Ruan left Qin Biyang's home, she did not return to Fu Zhihuan's apartment, but returned to the law firm.
At this time, there was no one in the office, and it seemed like a beast was dormant under the huge darkness, which made people feel uneasy.
Wen Ruan reached out and pressed the light in the hall.
She came back here purely because the office environment can be more conducive to her own thinking.
Fu Zhihuan was right.
If Lu Kechen is really a prisoner, in the current situation, stopping the loss in time and surrendering himself is the best way for him to get a reduced sentence.
but-
Wen Ruan took out her mobile phone and clicked on WeChat.
Lu Kechen did not pass his friend application.
She lowered her eyes, the emotions in her pupils were vague.
In fact, as Fu Zhihuan said, he and Lu Kechen have not established a client-client relationship, so Wen Ruan can stay out of this case.
But ever since Wen Ruan saw the photo and listened to Qin Biyang's narration, an idea in her heart gradually became clear.
When defending Lu Kechen three years ago, Wen Ruan realized that with Lu Kechen's character, it was difficult to grow into a person who bullies others.
But at that time, Lu Kechen insisted that he had done something wrong, which once made Wen Ruan feel that there must be something unspeakable in it.
But now, if the person was really killed by Lu Kechen, I am afraid that the buried secret three years ago will also completely surface.
Wen Ruan didn't want to give up on Lu Kechen.
Three years ago, although she won a lawsuit, it also became a knot in her life.
Although Lu Kechen seems to have been released without charge, it can be seen that—
Since Qin Wan's death, he has never been pardoned.
"Working so hard and staying in the office late at night, don't your bosses have to give you the best employee award?"
Suddenly, a slightly teasing male voice sounded from behind Wen Ruan.
Every syllable of that male voice was a bit upbeat, and it sounded a bit cynical, but it made Wen Ruan's back stiffen, and he froze in place.
She turned her head, and sure enough, she saw that familiar face.
The man was leaning against the door of the law firm, with a cigarette in his mouth, and wearing famous brands all over his body, giving off the air of a playboy.
"What's the matter? Seeing that my cousin still has a sad face, are you afraid that I will arrest you and go home?"
Xie Yanchi raised his eyebrows, pulled out the cigarette butt in his mouth, and screwed out the trash can beside him, then straightened up and walked in: "Pour me a glass of water, I'm tired after a day of flying. It's on."
He found a comfortable place to sit down, and the whole person nestled in like a boneless: "By the way, I want ice."
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