When Fu Zhihuan was in college, he took the initiative to visit a highly respected psychologist to provide him with psychological counseling.
At that time, Kim Chen Hyuk also got married with the help of his family. His wife is pregnant, and he has found a job through his family connections, and his life seems to be on the right track.
Just relying on one's own inference, there is no way to become evidence for investigating a person. Even if Fu Zhihuan knew it well, judging from Jin Chenhyuk's psychological quality, he would not be a murderer with a high probability, but he must be an insider.
After more than 20 years of fruitless investigations, the family members gradually began to give up and learn to forget and start a new life of their own.
Without any witnesses, without any relevant clues, after so many years, the information that can be found will only become less and less.
"The dead cannot be brought back to life, and the living must learn to look forward."
Almost everyone advised him so.
"Fu Mingheng, you can't understand. If I had held Xiaoqing's hand and followed her, she would not have gotten lost or been killed."
Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes, and muttered repeatedly: "At that time, I obviously only needed to reach out my hand."
It is easier to forgive others than to forgive yourself.
So Fu Zhihuan couldn't turn a blind eye to the truth at his fingertips.
So he found the highly respected psychiatrist.
"So you are worried that you will use extreme methods to set up a private court?"
The old doctor said calmly: "No one would want to avenge their relatives. But Fu Lu, from the moment you took the initiative to find me and applied for treatment, it shows that you will not violate the bottom line of the law."
"You just don't love yourself enough."
world-weary.
I don't know when this feeling started.
Fu Zhihuan will not choose extreme methods to achieve justice, because he knows that no one can privately set up a court.
The law does not exist for a certain person, it is born to maintain social order, absolute rational justice.
Fu Zhihuan just hates his powerless self, and will live in guilt every day from now on.
"Parents have appointed a fiancée for you, named Wen Ruan, a very likable girl." Fu Mingheng said: "You will know when we meet. Parents think she can make you happier. Mom said that you At twenty-six, there must be some popularity around me."
Fu Zhihuan: "No, I will tell my parents about the divorce."
Such a fresh and bright life does not live for the mission of "making yourself happy".
But Fu Zhihuan didn't expect that due to fate, there would be such an intersection with Wen Ruan.
Fu Mingheng was right.
A very sweet little girl.
It's as if something in my life that has been barren suddenly becomes exciting because of something.
Fu Zhihuan suddenly understood what the psychiatrist said—
"Everyone doesn't live for the past. One day you will meet something or someone who makes you look forward to the future."
"That's when you'll know that life isn't just the past."
Now, he has found it.
The sudden apology made Wen Ruan stunned.
Only then did she carefully observe the expression on Fu Zhihuan's face.
Wen Ruan suddenly discovered that the low pressure on Fu Zhihuan's body did not seem to be due to anger. Instead, there was an inexplicable sense of decadence, and from his dim eyes, there was a deep sense of tiredness and sleepiness.
Although Wen Ruan didn't know what it was, she could clearly feel that Fu Zhihuan's current mood was not sad, but painful.
Wen Ruan didn't speak, just stretched out her hand, and lightly touched the back of Fu Zhihuan's hand with her fingertips.
His hands seemed... cold.
Seeing that the person in front of him didn't move, Wen Ruan took a deep breath, then held Fu Zhihuan's right hand, and wrapped it inch by inch.
The warm breath spread, soothing the stiff fingertips.
Fu Zhihuan was startled for a moment, then raised his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm comforting you."
Wen Ruan didn't beat around the bush, instead she showed a smiling face and replied truthfully: "I'm not taking advantage of you, the teacher coaxed me like this when I was in kindergarten when I was young! Does it make people feel very caring?"
... Although there is a little bit of the idea of taking advantage.
But for the sake of wanting to comfort him, let's round it up and ignore it!
Fu Zhihuan looked down at Wen Ruan in front of him.
The little girl never seemed to lose her temper too much.
Even if you get into a small mood, it never spreads to other people. After you get sullen for a while, you can come up to me to coax you like a normal person.
Someone who is easy to like.
Fu Zhihuan trembled slightly between his fingers, and subconsciously wanted to close his hands.
He raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, and for some reason, he suddenly had the idea of pulling Wen Ruan into his arms.
It's as if when you touch her, you must feel the warmth that can spread to that cold heart.
But Fu Zhihuan suppressed that emotion again and again, and finally it turned into a soft sigh.
He chuckled and lowered his eyes, then let go of Wen Ruan's hand, his voice was a little hoarse and helpless: "So you're looking at me like a kindergarten student?"
Wen Ruan said confidently: "Whether it is a child or an adult, everyone needs comfort!"
Fu Zhihuan looked at Wen Ruan's smiling face that was still slightly flushed when he made unreasonable words, and couldn't help but laugh. He reached out and rubbed her head, then turned around and walked towards Lu Kechen's residence: "Let's go."
Wen Ruan looked at Fu Zhihuan's back, was stunned for a while, and then raised his hand belatedly to touch the top of his head.
... Did this dog man pat his head just now? !
Because of his special status, it was inconvenient for Fu Zhihuan to visit or communicate with the suspect privately without reporting to the upper management.
So he stayed downstairs and did not follow Wen Ruan up.
Lu Kechen lives in an old-fashioned tube building. The trash cans downstairs are full of smelly garbage bags. Many lights in the apartment building are broken, and the handrails seem to have never been cleaned. Covered with a thick layer of ash.
Not a single piece of the wall was clean, and all of them were covered with various small advertisements.
In fact, when Wen Ruan met Lu Kechen three years ago, he knew that their family's life was very difficult. My father runs a hardware store, not to mention the rent, and he can’t make much money every month. My mother ran away with a foreigner when the child was three years old.
So... How did Lu Kechen save the money that Lu Kechen sent to Qin Biyang every month
Wen Ruan stood in front of Lu Ke's Chen's house, took a deep breath, and raised her hand to knock on the door.
She waited for a while, but no one answered.
So, it rang a second time.
A middle-aged male voice with anger came from far and near from the inner end of the door—
"Get out of here! How many times have I said this! No interviews! Do you have to fuck me to drive you away?"
Immediately afterwards, the door in front of Wen Ruan was jerked open.
Father Lu stood in front of the door, frowning tightly, his face was full of anger, and his eyes were even scarlet. He was wearing a vest, and his hands were bruised from too much force when he opened the door.
Father Lu looked much older than three years ago, with stubble all over his chin.
Wen Ruan clearly remembered that when he was communicating with Lu's father three years ago, the appearance of this extremely burly man smoking cigarette after cigarette in silence.
Perhaps Father Lu was so sensitive because of the constant stream of reporters coming to his door today.
Wen Ruan was not frightened by Lu's father, but said calmly: "Mr. Lu, long time no see."
Lu's father recognized Wen Ruan, and the expression that was slightly ferocious due to anger gradually calmed down, but he held the door with his hand, preventing Wen Ruan from going in: "Sorry, Lawyer Wen, I don't know You... What are you doing here today?"
"Well, although it's very presumptuous, I want to talk to Lu Kechen about this recent case." Wen Ruan paused for a while when she said this, and then added seriously: "Mr. Lu, I'm here to help him of."
Father Lu's expression froze, he clenched the hand holding the doorknob, and said in an involuntary tone, "Lu Kechen is not at home today."
Of course, Wen Ruan could tell at a glance that Lu's father was lying: "Mr. Lu..."
"I told you! Lu Kechen is not at home today! He has nothing to do with this case!"
However, Father Lu seemed to have stepped on his own thunder, and his tone returned to the sharpness just now: "Miss Wen, so many people want justice, who will seek justice for my son? I don't care about other people's affairs! Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with my child!"
Wen Ruan still remembered that three years ago, before Lu Kechen's court session, Lu's father was always taciturn.
At that time, he just squatted at the door of the corridor, pressed his knuckles and squeezed his lower lip in silence, but his eyes were faintly red.
He is Lu Kechen's father. At this moment, he has no lofty spiritual thoughts, just a father.
Wen Ruan didn't speak. After a long time, he just bowed to him, then took out his business card, and handed it up with both hands: "Sorry, Mr. Lu, I'm taking the liberty tonight. This is my business card. If you need my help, Feel free to contact me anytime."
Father Lu's fingers trembled, but he finally reached out to take it, and then closed the door.
He turned around, just in time to meet the eyes of Lu Kechen who was standing at the door of the room not far away, looking towards him.
Lu Kechen's expression was very calm, he was holding the door with one hand, his eyes seemed to be covered with a wet mist, deep and difficult to understand.
Father Lu didn't speak, but just walked towards the bedroom and said in a low voice, "What are you looking at? Go back to the room and sleep. You won't be going to school tomorrow?"
"Dad." Lu Kechen suddenly shouted, "I'm sorry."
Father Lu's movements stopped, he took a deep breath, turned around, looked at his son, and said very seriously: "Son, tell me the truth. Did you kill the person? Something happened, Dad I can bear it with you, but I must not lie."
Lu Kechen looked at his father.
After so many years, before I knew it, I realized that I was almost a head taller than my father.
The corners of his lips curled slightly, and he said with a smile, "Dad, don't worry, the matter will be over soon."
Hearing this, Father Lu's pupils shrank suddenly. He reached out tremblingly and held Lu Kechen's shoulder, his eyes flushed slightly: "Promise my child, don't do stupid things, you have to believe that there will be other ways to do it." Seek justice."
Lu Kechen didn't answer, just lowered his eyes. After a long silence, he stretched out his hand and patted the back of Father Lu's hand, and said lightly, "Dad, go to bed early."
"See you tomorrow."
The author has something to say: double update tomorrow, sort out the chapter outline tonight, and try to finish writing the plot of this article tomorrow.
This one still draws 50 red envelopes~
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