"Ruan Ruan, there are too many people there, it will be very unsafe."
Xie Ai held Wen Ruan's hand, and patiently persuaded: "Let's just go to another place to take pictures. Aren't there some small trees nearby?"
"I promised to take a lot of photos for my grandpa and grandma today! So I must go under the biggest cherry blossom tree, because my grandpa said that this amusement park is famous because of that tree!"
Wen Ruan waved his whole arm, made a big circle, and puffed his cheeks coquettishly: "Go, go, grandma is not in good health, she must really, really want to see the most beautiful cherry tree."
Xie Ai had no choice but to shake his head with his daughter, and then led Wen Ruan to the place where the crowd was densest.
There was a crowd of people, and I don't know who hit Xie Ai's shoulder hard, knocking off all the bags and cameras in his hand.
She frowned, let go of Wen Ruan's hand, squatted down and quickly picked up the thing.
However, when she straightened up and grabbed the side subconsciously, she realized that Wen Ruan, who was standing next to her, had been squeezed by the crowd in the blink of an eye.
"Ruan Ruan! Ruan Ruan!"
In the afternoon, it is the time when the flow of people in the amusement park is the largest.
Xie Ai shouted hoarsely until he was completely hoarse and couldn't make a sound, but he never heard Wen Ruan's response.
Until the evening, the police station came the news.
Said that Wen Ruan was found in a trash can that was about to be transported out of the park.
Fortunately, only the back of the head was injured and fell into a coma, and there were no other injuries.
When Xie Ai and Wen Fengchen rushed to the hospital, Wen Ruan had just woken up from a coma.
She looked very weak, and when she saw her parents, she couldn't hold back her emotions anymore, her cheeks shrank, her eyes filled with tears, and she couldn't stop crying.
Of course, the parents felt distressed, and hurriedly hugged their children and coaxed them.
After about ten minutes, Wen Ruan's mood improved slightly, but she was still sobbing out of breath, hiccupping from time to time.
With a hoarse voice, Xie Ai coaxed her softly: "Guy Ruan Ruan, get well soon, let's get out of the hospital quickly, and then go home and play with the children you know, okay?"
Leaning in Xie Ai's arms, Wen Ruan nodded heavily, her voice still sounded like a baby after crying: "Yeah!"
After thinking for a while, he said, "I want to get well soon and get out of the hospital soon, and I also want to show my grandpa the photos of the cherry blossom trees."
But when Wen Ruan was discharged from the hospital, the grandfather who taught Tao Xun had already resigned from the art class.
That photo was not delivered to him in the end.
"You mean Mr. Zhang? I have a deep memory."
The aunt of the neighborhood committee looked at Fu Zhihuan and Wen Ruan, and sighed while knocking on the sunflower seeds: "He passed away ten years ago, he is also pitiful, his wife left early, and I am alone."
After Fu Zhihuan confirmed with his family, he found out that the art class that Fu Yuqing attended was indeed the same as Wen Ruan.
The teacher, just so happens to be the same one.
After many years, this case without any clues finally reappeared a key point of overlap.
The old man's name was Zhang Zhiwei. He was a street performer in the early years, and later worked in an art troupe for a few years. His salary was not high, and he barely supported his family.
When I got older, I couldn't stay in the art troupe anymore, so I went to an art training institution to be a teacher.
"Hey, this old man has a bad life. He dragged his son to grow up with shit and piss, but that son is also an unfilial thing."
When the aunt said this, she stopped eating melon seeds. She looked around, then waved to Wen Ruan, and whispered: "His son, he was an ignorant person when he was young. I didn't know it before." How many troubles have been stabbed, and the police come to arrest people every day. Who knows that twenty years ago, for some reason, he suddenly had money. Ask him what he does, and he doesn’t say anything. But every time he comes back, he wears gold and silver Yes, there are luxury cars parked downstairs."
"But what's the use of having money? My heart is black. At the beginning, I came back twice a year to see the old man, but then I simply ignored it. The old man held the little pension bitterly, and ate the last meal every day without the next meal. Yes, don't mention how miserable it is."
As the aunt said, she patted her thigh bitterly: "Ten years ago, Mr. Zhang didn't know what he was thinking. He probably felt that he couldn't make it through, so he simply jumped off the balcony. That's how life is gone."
Fu Zhihuan frowned slightly, and asked, "Excuse me, did the residents in the community think there was anything strange or worth noting about the father and son?"
The aunt rubbed her chin for a moment, then suddenly clapped her hands and approached the two of them: "It really is. You know, we old ladies usually like to chat and do some homework. It just so happens that the neighbor across the door from Mr. Zhang's house, You have a very good relationship with me."
"The old lady in the neighbor's house couldn't sleep at night, so she always got up to watch TV. Who knew that one night, she heard Mr. Zhang arguing with his son. She couldn't hear the details clearly, so she heard 'rich man' A few words such as "my child" and "dead person" are quite scary anyway. But since then, Mr. Zhang's spirit has become worse every day."
Wen Ruan took a deep breath: "Then do you know where Mr. Zhang's son lives?"
The aunt shook her head: "I don't know that, we are not familiar with him."
After saying goodbye to the aunt of the neighborhood committee, Fu Zhihuan and Wen Ruan returned to the car and drove to the nearby police station.
In the car radio, a female voice with an announcer accent read the news mechanically: "Recently, a child abuse and murder case 20 years ago that has not been arrested so far has finally made a breakthrough thanks to the unremitting efforts of the police. Sexual developments. A person involved in the case has come forward..."
"pata"
Wen Ruan reached out and turned off the radio.
Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes, without turning his head: "Thank you."
Wen Ruan shook her head and held up a smile: "It's okay. And what I said to that lady just now, hasn't it been recorded? The police are now paying attention to this case again, and they will definitely find Mr. Zhang soon." Son, it's time to compare the DNA to know the truth."
"The murderer will definitely be brought to justice."
Hearing Wen Ruan's voice, Fu Zhihuan's calm eyes finally became warmer, less cold and unkind.
He seemed to chuckle, but he didn't seem to, but his voice was deeply tired: "Well, I believe it will."
Turning off the radio, the car fell into a deathly silence again. The only sound was the whirring of the wind against the glass, which was disturbing.
As he got closer to the truth, Fu Zhihuan realized that the emotions he thought he could control well had become vulnerable at this moment.
He still overestimated himself.
He couldn't calmly face any prisoner who had hurt his family, and he couldn't maintain absolute sanity to listen to those bloody testimonies.
He couldn't accept that Fu Yuqing died at the hands of such a despicable person.
Finally, when he arrived at a red street light, Fu Zhihuan pursed his lips, leaned back, raised his head and looked in the direction of the traffic light, his dark pupils could not see any emotion, as if there was nothing in it.
A sparrow fluttered its wings and landed on top of the traffic light. It flapped its wings and adjusted its position jump by jump.
Fu Zhihuan raised his eyebrows and looked calm.
But just like people never know when a sudden tsunami will come to the calm coast, in the next second, there is only a loud bang——
Fu Zhihuan clenched his fist and slammed it heavily on the car platform, shaking the sachet hanging under the rearview mirror slightly.
The sparrows above the traffic lights startled up almost at the same time.
Wen Ruan heard the loud noise, but didn't say anything, she just turned her head calmly and looked in Fu Zhihuan's direction.
Just looking at him so gently and calmly.
Fu Zhihuan clenched his hands and trembled. He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, then withdrew his hand to support the steering wheel, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry, I scared you."
Wen Ruan laughed, turned her head and looked ahead, and after a long time, she softly called out, "Fu Zhihuan."
"Um?"
"Fu Yuqing, I have a very good brother."
twenty years ago.
The wind rattled the windows, and the depression and panic before the storm spread, covering the originally bright house with a gloomy atmosphere.
"No, I can't do it."
Zhang Zhiwei patted the table, paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, gritted his teeth and stretched out his index finger and pointed fiercely at his son Zhang Hongrui in front of him: "Tell me about you, how could you think of such a thing? Which child is not the baby of his parents?" , you stole other people's children, how can those parents live?"
Zhang Hongrui sat on the sofa, and when he heard this, his face was wrinkled with a smile: "So, I'm not abducting, I'm just borrowing. I've heard it all. In the class you teach, there are no Are there a lot of little girls from rich families? You can trick them into going to the Sakura World, that area is ours, just grab any of them and blackmail their parents, and then let them out after cheating some money."
"no!"
Zhang Zhiwei blushed with anger and his neck was thick. He patted his chest, picked up a chicken feather blanket and threw it at Zhang Hongrui, and picked up the mobile phone beside him: "I'm going to call the police! I can't let you do these harmful things again." Already!"
"Call the police! Just let my mother die in that hospital, and you'll be happy, right?"
Zhang Hongrui stood up abruptly, and raised his voice: "Think about it for yourself, how much does it cost my mother to stay in the hospital for a day? You can't earn that much money even if you sell your kidneys. If I hadn't begged, my mother I haven’t even slept in the hospital bed for a long time! If you have the ability, call the police! Tomorrow our family will all sit and wait to die!”
This passage completely bluffed the old man.
Zhang Zhiwei's hands trembled, and the phone fell to the ground with a slap. He stepped back and sat down on the sofa, holding his head and thinking about his wife who had been dependent for half his life, and suddenly hesitated.
People are always extremely selfish.
Usually there are a lot of high-sounding truths, but when it comes to making a choice, the balance in my heart will always be biased towards myself.
He refuses to admit that he is a bad person, so while doing heinous things, he finds compelling reasons for himself to excuse himself.
If you don't do this, your wife will die.
So it is also a last resort.
He repeatedly said to himself: I just took the risk for my lover to survive.
But this is only the common fault of all wicked people.
Zhang Zhiwei gritted his teeth and agreed to his son's request. Incidentally, in order to demonstrate his "justice", he warned: "Don't hurt people's lives."
What a touching and righteous sentence it sounds.
But it is a shameless person who excused himself for the last point, to comfort himself that he is a kind person.
However, after seeing the appalling case on the news, Zhang Zhiwei realized what a terrible decision he had made.
That night, he had an extremely violent quarrel with his son—
"Such a small child can do it, you bastard! I, I want to call the police!"
"Come on, you have to be arrested if you call the police. I'll give in to you, old man. Why are you pretending to be a good person now, so that it's not like you fooled that little girl! I'm a beast, so what are you? Ah, you call the police! We have been arrested, and my mother can take off the breathing mask directly!"
What is the meaning of the word bad root
All the branches come from the same root that is deep in the soil.
There is essentially no difference between the straightforward evil that hangs on the branches and the evil that is desperately concealed in the soil.
Zhang Zhiwei flinched again.
Still that excuse.
"I do it all for my wife, for my family to survive."
I am not for myself.
I'm a kind person, I just have to.
But in the end, my wife didn't stay.
Before leaving, she widened her eyes wide and screamed dryly.
No one understood what she was talking about, but Zhang Zhiwei knew that this meant that the fig leaf that had been covering up his sins for a long time had finally been torn to shreds.
His son continued to do this disgusting thing under his nose, but he never dared to call the police again.
It wasn't until a few years later that he realized that he was only using his family as a cover for his lover.
In the end, everyone wants to live for themselves.
The room was getting colder day by day, and his spirit was getting weaker and weaker due to repeated nightmares.
With eyes open and eyes closed, they all looked like those children back then.
On Zhang Zhiwei's 73rd birthday, he gave himself a birthday present.
relief.
Fu Zhihuan received a call.
"Mr. Fu, after our various investigations, we successfully found Zhang Zhiwei's son, Zhang Hongrui. After comparing the DNA, it was confirmed that he was the murderer of your sister. It's just—"
"Just what?"
"Zhang Hongrui was diagnosed with a late-stage brain tumor two months ago, and is now in the intensive care unit. The doctor said that there may not be much time left."
The author has something to say: On the timeline, Zhang Hongrui was 39 years old when he committed the crime, and Zhang Zhiwei was 63 years old.
Twenty years later, Zhang Hongrui is now almost fifty-nine or sixty.
The meaning of confessing the age is that this is almost the last point where I abused my son.
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