At the same time, on the west bank of Ningjiang River.
"Team Sun, salvage group 1 is back, for the time being... I haven't found it." The last four words made his voice significantly lower.
Sun Hao squatted on a reef, with a cigarette in his hand, his eyes showed a bit of fatigue, "How about two or three groups?"
"No news yet."
"Yeah. Substitution in group 1, keep looking."
A quarter of an hour later.
"Team Sun! There is now—"
Sun Hao stood up abruptly and stepped down the reef in two steps, "You bastard, speak clearly! What is there?"
"I found it! The 3 groups found a male corpse swollen by river water near the downstream, and they have notified the forensic doctor to come over."
"Go! Go and see."
…
Three days later, the autopsy report was sent to Sun Hao's desk.
The DNA comparison results show that Song Rin is indeed correct!
Sun Hao: "What about the boatman's share?"
"The appraisal department said that it will be out tomorrow noon."
Sun Hao gathered up the unfolded documents, put them in the leather file bag, and then carefully sealed them, "When the boatman's copy comes out, the case can basically be closed. You will take this report in a while and tell Yang the details of the case. In the bureau, be smart, try to get him to sign the calligraphy, so we can notify the family members to collect the body."
"Team Sun, you're so anxious, aren't you... The forensic department's freezer is full again?"
After listening to a harmless joke, Sun Hao's expression not only didn't relax, but also tended to darken.
"Uh! You won't let me get it right?" The little policeman grunted and swallowed.
Sun Hao said in a deep voice: "Last night there was a vicious homicide in the city center, and all seven members of the family died. A team of police officers temporarily parked the body of the victim in the hospital morgue for three days at the latest. When the process is completed, Will be sent to the authentication department, so..."
The little policeman said with a solemn expression: "I will immediately report the case to the Yang Bureau!"
In the evening of the next day, the Municipal Public Security Bureau called to inform the Song family to collect the body.
Song Yuanshan had a cerebral hemorrhage on the night Song Lin ran away and was admitted to the hospital.
Fang Yaqin couldn't untie her clothes and took good care of her.
Therefore, Song Gan was the only one who came to the police station in the end.
"Are you a family member of the deceased?"
"Ok."
"what relationship?"
"... Brother."
"ID card and household registration book."
Song Gan handed it over.
"Okay, please sign here."
After going through all the procedures, Songkran went to the morgue.
As soon as the freezer was opened, the cold came, Song Gan turned his head away, although several incisions where the corpse was cut have been stitched, but there are several centipede-like traces on the pale body, which makes people dare not dare. Look straight.
Xu was guilty, or could not bear it, or was guilty, Song Gan found that he could not look directly at him, even if the other party had no vital signs, and turned into a cold body.
Staff: "If necessary, you can call the crematorium and they will send someone over to take care of the transportation."
"Thank you, I have already called."
A quarter of an hour later, the car at the crematorium stopped at the back door of the authentication department, and two men came in and carried Song Rin away.
After Song Gan got the urn, he went directly to the cemetery he had bought before. There were special Taoist priests who provided burial services. They chanted the scriptures over time and burned money and poured wine.
It looks quite lively, but who knows that Song Gan is the only person who really condones.
After reading and singing, several Taoist priests withdrew.
The mess left behind was quickly cleaned up by the cleaning aunt of the garden.
Song Gan went to the flower shop by the entrance of the cemetery to buy a bunch of small white chrysanthemums, and leaned over to the tomb, "I know, you don't necessarily want to see me."
In response to him, there was only a breeze passing by.
"Dad... Although he didn't say anything, he didn't care about his face, but I know he felt bad in his heart, otherwise, he would not have a cerebral hemorrhage and went to the hospital."
Song Gan simply squatted in front of the tomb, raised his hand to wipe the dust on the memorial platform, and took the two glasses of wine next to him and poured it on it.
"So, Dad can't see you for the time being. Wait for a while..." At this point, Song Gan paused for a moment, looking far away, "I guess, you don't want to see him? Or, you don't want to see anything. A Song family."
He said a lot until the sun slanted westward.
"... Ah Lin, don't blame me. Anyway, she is my biological mother, and I will not allow anyone to threaten her life. So, sorry."
Songgan left the gate of the cemetery, and the secretary was already waiting by the roadside in his car.
"Mr Song."
"Let's go, pick up Lele from school."
…
Wei Xiaole has slowly become accustomed to not being his mother taking him to and from school. Although the man doesn’t know how to make delicious sweet wheat crisps or match him with good-looking clothes, he always stands in the middle of the first row and waits. In order to pick him up from school, Wei Xiaole decided not to hate him so much.
"Lele, didn't your father come to pick you up yesterday?" It was a little fat man who was talking, one of his best friends in the class.
"Yeah. He said there was something in the company, so he could not come."
"Wow! Your father still has a company? That's amazing!"
Seeing Xiaopang Dun'er's envious look, Wei Xiaole suddenly felt very happy.
Although some children used to envy him for having a beautiful mother who can also make snacks, the feeling is obviously different from now.
As for the difference, he scratched his head, ennnnnnn... I can't think of it for the time being.
"Lele, is your family rich?"
"This... I don't know."
"Huh! Wei Xiaole, are you bragging?" The person who interjected was called Mao Cheng, half a head taller than Wei Xiaole, and a much stronger body, dark skin, like a small piece of coal.
"I'm not bragging!"
"You are bragging! Bragging! Slightly—"
Xiao Pang Dun'er had been scared to the side and dared not make a sound. Don't look at him as strong and big, he was puffy, plus his courage was small, and his fighting power was almost zero.
"My dad started the company!" Wei Xiaole stood still and stared at Xiao Hei Tan without dodge or hide.
"I don't believe it! My mother said, you don't have a real father at all, and the person who came to pick you up is your stepdad! He won't like you at all! Maybe you will be tortured... Ah!"
Before Xiao Hei Tan had finished speaking, Wei Xiaole was like an irritated little lion. He swished over and knocked Mao Cheng, who was two sizes bigger than himself, to the ground. Then he rode on him with a small fist. Have to be merciless.
"Let you talk nonsense! I let you talk nonsense!"
"Wei Xiaole, you bully me! I... I want to tell the teacher!"
Xiao Pang Dun'er was anxiously scratching his cheeks next to him: "Don't fight, don't fight!"
…
Song Gan sat in the car and closed his eyes to rest. Suddenly, his cell phone rang.
It is an unfamiliar number.
"Hello."
"Excuse me, is Xiaole's father?"
Song Gan had a meal, Xu Shi just woke up and his brain did not react. He subconsciously forgot that he still had a son. Fortunately, he quickly returned to his senses, "I am, may I ask you?"
"I am the teacher of Xingxing Kindergarten and Xiaole's head teacher."
"Hello there."
"Xiao Le had a conflict with her classmates. Could you please come to the office after school? I have already notified the parent of another child."
"Conflict?" The man frowned, "What conflict?"
"He beat his classmate."
"Well, I will be there on time."
The secretary in the co-pilot seat saw Song Gan end the call and asked cautiously: "Did something happen to the young man?"
Song Gan felt bored and looked out the window in a blink of an eye: "The stinky boy beat up his classmate."
"The teacher called to invite the parents?"
"Yeah. By the way, Tian Hui," Song Gan suddenly looked at her, "Your son also goes to kindergarten, does he usually fight with his classmates?"
"Not this one."
"..." Sure enough, someone else's son is Bao, and his own is a bear!
The secretary turned his eyes. As an old fritters in the workplace, of course he shouldn’t hurt his boss’s face so much. He added: “The one in my family who wants to fight has to weigh whether he can’t beat him. He, he, with thin arms and legs, only For being bullied."
Songkran's mood improved a lot.
Right, if you don't fight, is it still eager to make people bully
The secretary glanced in the mirror, and evoked an old smile.
In this world, there is no dad who likes others to say bad things about his son. Even if he fights, he must be brave.
It seems that she has found another entry point for flattering.
When Song Gan arrived, the parents of the other child were already sitting in the office with two glasses of water in front of them. The teacher was talking while waiting. Seeing Song Gan came in, he couldn't help but stunned.
Handsome guys, handsome guys in suits and leather shoes, it's natural to be amazing.
No wonder Wei Xiaole looks so good, not only inherited from his beautiful mother, but also to his tall and handsome father.
"Hello." The teacher got up and welcomed people in.
Not far away, Wei Xiaole stood with his back straight, not crying, and his eyes were not even red, like a tall young white poplar.
Seeing Song Gan looking at him, he yelled, "Dad."
No grievances, no other small emotions, not much different from when he was usually called.
Teacher: "Since both parents have arrived, everyone sits down and talks, explaining the misunderstanding. After all, they are in the same class..."
"Misunderstanding? It's obviously that my son was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face. He was a complete victim. Teacher, if you say "misunderstanding", you want to take it lightly. Isn't it wrong
Mao Cheng's mother stood up from the chair with a sigh of relief, like an irritated lioness: "Our family Cheng Cheng is still bandaging the wound in the infirmary. Don't want to shirk responsibility when you are at fault!" Then, she glanced at Song Gan. , The pointing meaning is very obvious.
"Mother Cheng Cheng, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that." An embarrassment flashed across the young teacher's face, but she was still calm.
"Anyway, my son was injured. Wei Xiaole beat him up. His parents were there. What do you think?" Teacher Zhao turned his head to question Song Gan.
"This parent, please stay calm. Before solving the problem, I always have to figure out what happened?" After speaking, he waved to Wei Xiaole, "Come here, come to Dad."
"Oh." Wei Xiaole walked over.
Song Gan squatted down and stared at the young boy, "Can you tell us what happened in front of everyone?"
"can."
Next, Wei Xiaole narrated clearly what happened, including the dialogue between him and Mao Cheng, almost all remembered, especially the sentence—
My mother said, you don’t have a real father at all, and the person who came to pick you up was a stepdad! I won't like you at all! Maybe I will abuse...
The retelling is not bad.
The atmosphere is a bit awkward.
Mao Cheng's mother flashed her eyes, her expression was embarrassed, her aura was obviously weakened, and she whispered, "...Even if Cheng Cheng speaks badly, your child can't just say it and just do it!"
"Sorry," Song Gan bowed his head, "Xiao Le was wrong for hitting someone, so I will bear all medical expenses and give out five thousand yuan as compensation."
Although Mao Cheng's mother felt that five thousand yuan was a bit less, but her son's mouth was first, she belonged to the wrong party, and it was not good to add it.
What's more, in front of the teacher, if she speaks loudly, she is afraid that she will be regarded as a black-hearted mother who uses her son to make money. She also has a reputation for being unreasonable, waiting to be promoted, so what will other parents think
Too shameless!
"Okay. For the sake of your sincere attitude, I..."
Song Gan: "I have already apologized, and I also admitted to pay compensation. Is it time for you to apologize now?"
The woman froze for a moment: "We? Apologize?!"
"Right." The tone that couldn't be more gentle was faintly strong.
"What are you kidding?" The woman turned black for a moment, staring at Song Gan as if she was crazy.
"My son beat your son, so I apologize; in the same way, if your son said those uneducated things to my son, should you apologize as a mother?"
"You!" The woman flushed with anger.
Song Ganzheng said: "When we are parents, we are in a sense a role model for our children to follow. We will correct ourselves when we know our mistakes, and we will not be ashamed. , Do you want to see this kind of result?"
The woman hesitated.
In the end, "... I'm sorry, I will take care of him."
Song Gan nodded, took a wad of money from his wallet and handed it to the woman, "Buy some nutrition for the children."
The woman sighed and said seriously: "You are a good father."
Song Gan smiled and waved his hand, "Teacher, if there is nothing else, I will take Xiaole away first."
"... Okay, go slowly." Before, she always felt that men like the domineering president in the novel were the most attractive, but now she found that gentle and reasonable men are more deadly.
Outside the school gate.
Wei Xiaole really couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere between the two, and broke away from Song Gan's palm: "Why don't you talk to me?"
"Then why don't you talk to me?" The man suddenly felt funny, and this little thing was pretty cute.
Wei Xiaole: "Then I just spoke!"
"I'm talking now too."
"..."
Tian Hui saw the father and son and quickly asked the driver to drive over.
Song Gan took Wei Xiaole to the back seat.
The little guy pursed his lips and murmured: "When my mother drove to pick me up, she would let me sit in a safety chair."
Song Gan laughed. The car had picked up the little guy for a few days, and hadn't mentioned the safety chair. He suddenly mentioned it today, probably because he wanted to find a sense of existence in front of him.
It seems that Classmate Wei Xiao is not as straightforward as it seems!
Song Gan endured a smile and said to Tian Hui in a serious manner: "Remember to buy a safety chair tomorrow and put it in the back seat."
"Ok."
Wei Xiaole: "..."
The car was very quiet, and this silence continued until the door of the villa, when the father and son got out of the car.
Tian Hui lowered the window, "Goodbye Song, goodbye Xiaole."
After speaking, he asked the driver to drive away.
She still has a meal to attend.
Song Gan looked down at the little guy. From the beginning of his sullenness to the now downcast, it was uncomfortable to want to come along.
"It's a while before dinner, do you want to go for a walk in the garden with me?"
Wei Xiaole suddenly raised his head, his pupils like black glaze suddenly condensed, "Go!"
"Then put the schoolbag on the bench first."
The little boy pattered over, put his schoolbag, and pattered back to Song Gan.
"All right."
"Then go."
The father and son strolled along the cobblestone path.
Song Gan: "Do you know why I didn't want to talk to you just now?"
"You blame me for fighting with classmates."
Song Gan shook his head, "I want to give you time to reflect."
"What is introspection?"
"Introspection is to think about where you are wrong and why you made a mistake."
The young boy didn't quite understand, but he still said "Oh" very obediently.
Song Gan: "Then you say, where is the mistake? And why did you make the mistake?"
"The mistake was found by the teacher in the fight and invited the parents. I made a mistake because I was not clever enough and didn't slip away in time."
Song Gan: "..."
The little boy blinked, "Dad, in the office just now, you are so majestic!" As he said, he shook his hand excitedly.
"Prestige?" Song Lin raised his eyebrows, his tone changed a few times.
"Yeah! Mao Cheng said that his mother is fierce at home. Not only did he beat him, but also let his father kneel on the washboard, but you actually made her apologize! It proves that you are better than Mao Cheng's mother!"