Twenty years can make people forget many things.
Memories are like clouds wrapped in a warm halo. No matter how hard you try to remember, it will not be worth the passage of time.
Fu Zhihuan's memory of when Fu Yuqing was still there became increasingly blurred, leaving only fragments of memory fragments.
For example, he still remembers that Fu Yuqing was standing in the garden of the kindergarten wearing a princess dress, stamping her feet coquettishly and competing with other children, her face was flushed and her neck was thick, the bowknot on the back of the pink bubble dress was still dangling—
"You are talking nonsense! My brother is the most powerful brother!"
"He can do anything!"
Fu Zhihuan stopped a few meters behind her and called her, "Xiaoqing, you're home."
When Fu Yuqing heard the sound, she turned her head immediately. When she saw Fu Zhihuan, her eyes lit up instantly, the corners of her lips were raised high, and her face was filled with joy.
She trotted, bumped into Fu Zhihuan's waist, rubbed her face against his clothes coquettishly, and shouted crisply: "Brother!"
All children look forward to the sun shining through the clouds in the early morning, the delicate new shoots on the branches in early spring, and the fresh spring breeze.
They love the one they love without reservation, and look forward to their future with longing.
Like all children, Fu Yuqing lives passionately and sincerely.
ever lived.
She has held Fu Zhihuan's hand countless times, with a small face held high, like all childish children, showing off her love for her family.
She said to people so proudly countless times: "My brother is really amazing, he can do anything!"
Sometimes, having a good memory may not be something to be happy about.
In the past twenty years, Fu Zhihuan often thinks of Fu Yuqing, and those childish voices with a proud upswing.
only-
Would she still be proud of herself
"Fu Zhihuan?"
A warm hand gently covered the back of Fu Zhihuan's hand, and then Wen Ruan's worried voice rang in his ears: "Are you okay?"
This sentence brought back Fu Zhihuan's thoughts. He looked at Jin Chenhe's face full of despair and collapse, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes darkened.
But in the end, he still didn't say anything, just let go of his hand suddenly, straightened up slowly, took a step back, and sat back on the chair.
Zhou Ruqing's eyes were red from crying, but when she saw her husband fell down straight, she reached out to support him, helped him back to the chair, and murmured: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Wen Ruan was panicked, looking at the couple in front of him, his eyes were full of thoughts, but he didn't say a word in the end.
She can't comment on anything, and it's impossible for her to say comforting words like "don't be sad" to Fu Zhihuan now, let alone persuade him to forgive or stop getting angry.
Perhaps after losing his daughter, Jin Chenhyuk was indeed devastated and desperate.
But why wasn't Fu Yuqing so desperate back then
What's more, it is very likely that Fu Yuqing was also in the trash can and regained consciousness.
But at that time, I was in a narrow, cramped, smelly trash can, with wounds all over my body, unable to move, and no one heard the cry for help when I shouted hoarsely.
How desperate was Fu Yuqing at that time
Fu Zhihuan's eyes were closed tightly, his right hand was tightly holding the armrest of the chair, his veins were bulging, and the veins were clearly visible. It was not until a long time later that he heard his deep and depressed voice: "Tell me, who paid you for it back then? Do this?"
Hearing this, Jin Chenhe finally had some light in his empty eyes, but he made an extremely sad expression, and then said word by word: "Mr. Fu, I'm sorry, the person who hired me at that time was a young Lee's amusement park employee, but...is dead."
"Dead?" Wen Ruan was slightly startled.
"Um."
Jin Chenhe nodded, and then sighed: "Actually, not only one child was missing in the amusement park, but the other one was lucky, because I was frightened when I saw the child in the trash can. If it was a child The living person is fine, but at that time I thought the person was dead...Of course I was scared."
"So when it was time to pick up the garbage for the second time that day, I skipped work and hid at home. After Xiao Li found out, he hurriedly prepared to deliver it by himself. As a result, the amusement park was under martial law at that time, and he was stopped before he could go out. "
"Then, seeing that there was no hope of escape, he committed suicide in fear of crime."
Fu Zhihuan did not open his closed eyes, his hands were already clenched into fists when Jin Chenhe was halfway through speaking, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and there was a depressive aura all over his body, which made people feel chills on the back .
At this point, the clue is broken again.
If the murderer was this Xiao Li who committed suicide in fear of crime, the police would have declared the case solved long ago, because the DNA of the murderer was still left on his sister.
So it can only be explained that Xiao Li was not the murderer who murdered his sister.
But what Jin Chenhe knew was only to provide clues here.
"amusement park?"
Wen Ruan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke. She took a deep breath and asked slowly, "Which amusement park?"
Jin Chenhe was stunned for a moment: "Sakura World Paradise was famous because it was full of cherry trees, but in fact, the internal facilities and safety problems have always been quite poor, so there are not many people going there. There have been several cases After that, it closed down very quickly.”
After these words were finished, the scene fell into a long silence.
Fu Zhihuan seemed to realize something, opened his eyes suddenly, straightened up, and turned to look at Wen Ruan beside him.
Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, her eyes flashed with unknown emotions, her breathing was heavy, and even her chest rose and fell very clearly.
After about five seconds, she raised her head, turned to look at Fu Zhihuan, and then said softly, with a trembling voice: "Do you still remember what I mentioned to you before?"
Fu Zhihuan had the answer in his heart: "I remember."
Wen Ruan laughed, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of her heart, and there was a bit of bitterness in it: "The lucky child should be me."
Kim Chen Hyuk surrendered.
After leaving the coffee shop, he asked Fu Zhihuan to send himself to a nearby police station.
Zhou Ruqing went in with him.
Perhaps twenty years ago, he did not expect that the things he did with the aid of the evil would one day be retribution for his children.
He indirectly destroyed countless families for money, and in the end, his own family was completely destroyed by these traffickers.
No one escaped.
Fu Zhihuan didn't go, and after watching the two walk into the police station, he didn't rush to drive. Instead, he put his arms on the steering wheel silently, with no light in his eyes.
Wen Ruan sat quietly by the side, and didn't speak a word. She only closed her eyes after a long time, and said in a choked voice, "Sorry."
Fate has always been an unpredictable thing.
For example, it wasn't until Jin Chenhyuk said those things that she realized that her luck back then was more or less due to another child's tragedy.
Hearing these words, Fu Zhihuan turned to look at her. After a while, he stretched out his hand to grab Wen Ruan's back, brought her to his front, and hugged her tightly.
He rubbed Wen Ruan's head so that she could lean against his shoulder in a comfortable position, and then whispered, "You don't need to apologize, Wen Ruan."
Tragedy is never caused by the victims.
Wen Ruan suddenly thought of something, and then raised her head suddenly: "But if there is Jin Chenhe's confession, your sister's case can be investigated together with my case back then, and maybe something will be discovered soon."
"Um."
Fu Zhihuan had thought of this a long time ago, but after twenty years, if he investigates now, it is like a headless chicken, and it is very difficult to find evidence.
But at the moment, he just followed Wen Ruan's words and said: "I will definitely."
Wen Ruan heard that Fu Zhihuan was comforting herself, she lowered her head as if discouraged, and then pressed her forehead against his chest: "What are you doing, it's you comforting me again."
Although Fu Zhihuan was not in a good mood right now, seeing Wen Ruan's aggrieved look, he managed to chuckle a few times, reached out and patted her on the back to make her feel relieved.
Then, the voice was low and gentle: "Wen Ruan."
"ah?"
"Thank you for staying with me."
As he said that, he closed the hand holding Wen Ruan inch by inch.
After hearing Wen Ruan personally say that she was also kidnapped that day, the emotion that came to Fu Zhihuan's heart was a kind of fear that made people's internal organs ache.
It turned out that twenty years ago, he almost lost her too.
Wen Ruan raised her hand and hugged Fu Zhihuan's back. Just as she was about to say something, she turned her eyes away, and then saw Tao Xun placed on the carriage platform.
Yesterday, after he gave this Tao Xun to Fu Zhihuan, he used it to replace the original decoration in the car.
etc.
Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly enlightened for a second, then straightened up all of a sudden, his eyes were still on Tao Xun, but his voice suddenly became deep and deep: "Do you think there are so many coincidences in the world? "
Fu Zhihuan followed Wen Ruan's gaze, his eyes darkened, and he seemed to understand something.
"I mentioned to you before that I can also play Tao Xun, but that's all I can do. The rest of the music is not very good."
When Wen Ruan said this, he stretched out his hand to open the decorative box, then carefully took out the Tao Xun inside, and asked, "However, when did Fu Yuqing learn it?"
"Four years old, exactly twenty years ago, the same year as when the accident happened."
Wen Ruan looked up: "I was also that year."
Perhaps many people will believe in coincidence.
But the detective agency will never believe it.
In any murder case, there must be a reason for all the overlapping points. These things are called evidence that locks the direction of the murderer step by step, and they will not be called coincidences.
The one who taught Wen Ruan how to play the xun was an old man from a folk music art class.
At that time, most of the children were sent to art classes by their parents in the name of "self-cultivation". Many of them didn't really want to learn.
So the old man is not strict, he spends half of his time teaching how to blow the xun, and the other half of the time he sits on a chair swinging a big cattail fan, chatting with other people.
The old man's talk is very interesting, and he knows a lot of stories, from the Three Kingdoms period all the way to modern history, as vivid as a storyteller. All the children liked him very much, chatting beside him every day about what happened to them.
Such as what to have for dinner, where to go tomorrow.
The old man always listened with a smile and never interrupted the child.
Until one day, the old man suddenly stopped telling stories.
He said that her wife was sick and hospitalized, and he always sighed when he mentioned it, and then mentioned from time to time that when he and his wife met for the first time, it was under the cherry blossom trees on the university campus.
The grandfather seemed to like cherry blossoms very much, and he read them for a long time. He also said that his wife had always wanted to go to the newly opened Cherry Blossom World Paradise, but it is a pity that he has no chance to stay in the hospital now.
At that time, children could burst into tears listening to the story of the ugly duckling, not to mention the sad thing that their favorite grandfather and wife were seriously ill.
So one day, Wen Ruan patted her chest and said, "My mother and I have agreed, they will take me to that amusement park tomorrow! I can take photos for grandpa and grandma!"
Children's feelings are always pure and kind.
It was the same with Fu Yuqing back then.
The author has something to say: the next chapter will probably end this case!
There is an update today!
At least the real culprit who killed my sister wasn't this old man! ! Let me explain first, otherwise it would be too embarrassing for an old man, and the grandfather can only be regarded as one of the links in the entire assembly line.
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