After Fu Zhihuan changed his name, Fu Mingheng once approached him for a conversation.
"Why did you change your name? Do you know how angry the family was? Dad was furious. If Mom hadn't stopped him, he would have almost severed the father-son relationship with you." Fu Mingheng asked.
But Fu Zhihuan didn't answer his words, just pulled the corner of his lower lip lightly, and suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "Do you know what is the principle of presumption of innocence?"
"What?"
"It is an important principle of criminal justice in modern countries with the rule of law to presume that the accused is innocent until he is proven guilty in a trial. In other words, in the absence of critical evidence, even if you know a person is guilty , but still could not convict him.”
"What does that have to do with changing your name?"
Fu Zhihuan didn't answer, but just smiled and tapped the table with his knuckles, then stood up: "It's okay, let's go eat."
When Fu Zhihuan was in high school, something happened.
One night, the police received a report.
There was a gangster named Jin Chenhe, who had a verbal exchange with someone during a card game. He put down the table and got up and opened someone's head with a bottle. During the dispute, he shouted: "Don't mess with me! I was twelve years ago But he killed someone."
After the people around called the police, the police quickly detained Jin Chenhyuk and investigated his past criminal record, but found that he had only entered the police because of some fights and theft, and had no murder record.
The only case that could be related to murder was the case where Fu Zhihuan's sister was brutally murdered twelve years ago.
Jin Chenhyuk was taken away by the police for investigation and questioning at that time, but there was no evidence at the time and it did not match the DNA of the prisoner on the corpse, so he was not listed as a suspect.
Since this matter was related to the famous Fu family, the police were all the more energetic and interrogated the gangster.
But he insisted: "How could it be possible to kill people? I just remembered that incident back then and wanted to scare them."
What he said impulsively cannot be regarded as testimony, and after the police investigation, he did not find any useful evidence, so he could only be released after a few days of criticism and education detention.
On the day Jin Chenhyuk left the detention center, he met Fu Zhihuan.
Fu Zhihuan stood under the traffic light opposite the zebra crossing in front of the door, the road was full of traffic, and the sound of car horns was endless.
He was wearing a clean and plain white school uniform shirt, but he stood out among the crowd coming and going.
Jin Chenhyuk whistled and waited for the traffic lights.
When the red light turned green, he followed the flow of people and walked forward.
As soon as he turned around, he saw Fu Zhihuan standing under the traffic light and looking at him calmly.
There was no expression on Fu Zhihuan's face, he was carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder. The jet-black hair and the deep pupils make people feel shocking inexplicably.
Jin Chenhe's face changed suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly, his fingers trembled slightly, then he subconsciously clenched his fists, and hurriedly looked away.
Then, he quickened his pace and walked past Fu Zhihuan.
"This gentleman."
And at this moment, Jin Chenhe suddenly heard Fu Zhihuan calling him to stop.
His back was stiff, he turned his head stiffly, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Fu Zhihuan raised his eyes to look at him, and after a long time, he suddenly smiled faintly, raised his head and gestured in front of him: "It's okay, watch the road."
Over the years, Fu Zhihuan has never given up on the investigation of Fu Yuqing's murderer.
When he heard from his parents and various inquiries that Jin Chenhyuk mentioned the phrase "killed a person twelve years ago" before he was taken away, Fu Zhihuan almost had a premonition that his sister's death The man in front of him must know something.
Because the time reported by Jin Chenhyuk was too accurate.
Just like when you ask a person in his thirties how many years ago he graduated from high school, most people will perform simple addition and subtraction in their heads, and there is no way to quickly and accurately report the data.
And so many years have passed, for a man in his thirties, he can still remember the exact time of "twelve years ago" very clearly when he is emotionally excited.
If it was really something that had nothing to do with him, Jin Chen Hyuk's memory would never be so deep.
Fu Zhihuan wanted to test his conjecture.
Sure enough, when crossing the road, he could determine from the man's reaction—
Kim Chen Hyuk must know himself.
But in Fu Zhihuan's memory, he had never met Jin Chenhyuk.
So how did he know himself
Fu Zhihuan recalled that when he and his sister got lost in the amusement park, they collided with a man pushing a garbage truck in a hurry while searching anxiously.
"Watch the road."
The man frowned, with a bit of impatience and ferocity in his tone.
Time overlaps.
The face of that man back then vaguely overlapped with the present, and finally became extremely clear—Jin Chenhyuk.
It is this face.
Twelve years ago, Fu Zhihuan was unable to make a judgment, but now he can confirm that even if Jin Chenhe was not the final real culprit, he must be inseparable from Fu Yuqing's death.
But all this is just my own guesswork.
He wants to know a truth.
Since then, Fu Zhihuan has never given up on the investigation of Fu Yuqing's murder case, nor has he given up his attention on Jin Chenhyuk.
But for so many years, countless police officers have been unable to find evidence, how could it be so easy to surface.
Even though Fu Zhihuan knew that Jin Chenhyuk might know the truth about the murder case back then, he still couldn't find any breakthrough to investigate him. Because legally, it is impossible to investigate a person without evidence and relying solely on one's own intuition.
So why Fu Zhihuan changed his name.
Fu Law.
bound law.
Fu Zhihuan is a calm person from the bottom of his heart.
Punishing evil with evil is something he will not allow himself to do. But the more sober you know this, the more tormented you will be.
He began to gradually distance himself from his family, became withdrawn and loner, and did not like to have close friendships with anyone.
Everyone felt that Fu Zhihuan was a terrifyingly calm, fair and harsh person. He was almost born to be in this position, just like the legal provisions in black and white, as if he was stripped of all sensibility to deal with everything.
In fact, only Fu Zhihuan knew that when he anticipated Lu Kechen's plan, he seemed to vaguely see another self through countless layers of light and shadow.
They are not exactly opposites.
It was more like looking at each other through a mirror.
Perhaps it was a sporadic sense of reason that kept Fu Zhihuan from stepping into the darkness beyond the light and shadow, but every time he visited Fu Yuqing's grave, he seemed to be pulled faintly by an invisible thread.
"Fu Yuqing is the most sensible child I've ever met. If she was still alive, she definitely wouldn't want to see her favorite brother become like this."
Fu Zhihuan did not fall into that abyss.
But he watched the "truth" right in front of his eyes, but there was no way to get close. But Fu Yuqing is still buried under the tombstone, unable to seek justice, but there is nothing she can do.
This is like Ling Chi to Fu Zhihuan.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Suddenly a soft female voice interrupted Fu Zhihuan's thoughts.
Wen Ruan raised her head and approached Fu Zhihuan a little bit, with a worried tone: "Why do you suddenly look so lost?"
Fu Zhihuan's chaotic thinking was pulled back to a sliver of clarity, he lowered his eyes, turned his head, and said lightly: "It's okay."
"I just checked the previous backup file in my email and found Lu Kechen's home address. When I was his defense lawyer, I visited his home before."
Wen Ruan rummaged through the information on the phone, and frowned: "Can you take me there later? Or you go back first, and I will take a taxi there by myself."
Fu Zhihuan: "Do you want to persuade him?"
"Um."
Wen Ruan wrote down the address of the family, nodded, and said calmly: "Maybe you think you are meddling in other people's business, but I didn't help him three years ago, at least I don't want to stand by this time."
"At least I think, if I were Qin Wan, I probably wouldn't want this kind of ending."
Wen Ruan turned her head, hooked the corners of her lips, frowned slightly, and smiled bitterly.
But those beautiful eyes were still as clean and bright as ever.
Fu Zhihuan's pupils shrank slightly.
He suddenly remembered that a long time ago, he said to Fu Mingheng: "Wen Ruan and I are two completely different people."
In fact, this sentence is not derogatory.
If so, then you must be mocking yourself.
Wen Ruan is very clean and has always been enthusiastic about everything in this world.
And I am not.
At this time, the old doctor had finished administering the medicine, Wen Ruan thanked her with a smile, and stood up with difficulty.
She lowered her head, and seeing that Fu Zhihuan didn't respond, she guessed in her heart that he might not want to meddle in other people's business, so she said casually, "Then I'll go take a taxi first?"
"Let's go."
Fu Zhihuan got up, stretched out his hand to hold Wen Ruan's wrist, and said, "I'll take you there."
Cars drive on empty streets.
It was almost ten o'clock now. At this time, there were not many vehicles on the road, and everything seemed empty and silent.
Wen Ruan sat in the passenger seat.
She kept quietly turning her head to peek at Fu Zhihuan who was at the side.
I always feel that since the clinic, the person next to me seems to have become more boring.
Looks... like unhappy.
After driving for a while, Wen Ruan decided to break the situation and coax the humanoid low-pressure exhauster beside him a little bit.
So she quietly sat in Fu Zhihuan's direction, coughed, and said, "Is driving boring?"
Fu Zhihuan glanced at her and said nothing.
Wen Ruan: "Then let me tell you a joke!"
Fu Zhihuan glanced at her.
Although Fu Zhihuan didn't answer Wen Ruan's words, she still talked to herself: "Once upon a time, there was a delicious chocolate and a bad chocolate, and one day the good chocolate said to the bad chocolate: 'I'm going to push you into the sea!' And guess what?"
At the end, she paused for a while, then continued.
"Then the bad chocolate was thrown into the sea!"
Fu Zhihuan: "..."
There was no movement at Fu Zhihuan's side, but Wen Ruan laughed at the side first, out of breath, she rubbed her teary eyes, and saw that the people on the side didn't respond, so she started her second cold joke: " Do you know what it means to hide a knife in a smile?"
"It's just hahaha knife hahahaha."
Fu Zhihuan: "..."
Then, in order to make Fu Zhihuan laugh, Wen Ruan never tired of talking from "the match feels itchy" all the way to "the polar bear feels so cold after plucking its hair", and the whole car was filled with her happy laughter.
All the way to the downstairs of Lu Ke's Chen's house, Wen Ruan didn't hear Fu Zhihuan squeak.
She rested her chin on the front of the car listlessly, blew her bangs, and said with a bit of disappointment in her tone, "It's so hard to make you laugh."
Fu Zhihuan didn't speak, he just sighed helplessly, then unbuckled Wen Ruan's seat belt, then got out of the car and walked around to the passenger seat, opened the door, and stretched out his hand: "Get down."
Perhaps because of Fu Zhihuan's indifference, Wen Ruan felt a little wronged: "Why have you been unhappy tonight?"
"I told so many jokes to amuse you!"
"Not one of the injured people whimpered or moaned!"
"And he ignored people all the way!"
"I'm having mood swings."
Fu Zhihuan helped Wen Ruan down and listened to her series of promises, but remained silent.
Just as Wen Ruan finally gave up her coquettish tactics.
Just when she turned her head in frustration, she suddenly heard Fu Zhihuan say—
"sorry."
The author has something to say: In fact, this is a story about redemption.
Draw 50 red envelopes and catch bugs later.
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