After listening to Pang Jiaojiao's words, Guo An slowly sat down and asked: "So... how much do you know about that case?"
"I should ask you this." Pang Jiaojiao walked up to Guo An, "How much do you... know?"
Guo An's face was expressionless, "I don't know what you mean?"
Pang Jiaojiao smiled: "Although it is not stated clearly in the file, I can probably guess that you..."
Someone suddenly broke in outside the door, Pang Jiaojiao immediately closed her mouth, turned around and saw that it was her colleague Zhao Jie.
"Captain Guo! Someone reported the crime!" Zhao Jie said.
"Let's go!" Guo An stood up and walked out without thinking.
"Wait! I haven't finished saying that yet!" Pang Jiaojiao shouted from behind and followed.
Guo An walked halfway, and Zhao Jiecai gave a brief introduction: "The person who reported the case is named Yang Bochuan, and his son is missing."
"Yang Bochuan?" Guo An's expression changed, and he turned to Pang Jiaojiao and said, "Come with me to meet him."
"Me?" Pang Jiaojiao pointed at herself, suspecting that she heard wrongly.
"Just the two of us." Guo An nodded and walked into the reception room.
Pang Jiaojiao saw a man in his fifties sitting inside, with a medium build and a somewhat fat physique. He must be the Yang Bochuan mentioned before. Yang Bochuan seemed a little restless. When he heard the footsteps, he quickly stood up from his seat, his eyes full of help.
Zhao Jie introduced from the side: "This is my criminal police captain Guo An, the other one..."
"Why did I become an ellipsis!" Pang Jiaojiao protested.
When Yang Bochuan heard Zhao Jie's introduction, he was stunned and murmured: "Guo... Guo what?"
"Guo An!" Guo An stepped forward and nodded to Yang Bochuan, "Uncle Yang, long time no see."
Yang Bochuan looked at Guo An carefully, his eyes filled with tears, and he said with a trembling voice, "Is it really you? Guo An!"
"After twenty years, I'm still back." Guo An's tone was filled with emotion.
Pang Jiaojiao saw all this in her eyes, her eyes flickering.
The two of them did not exchange any more pleasantries. After all, there were still cases to deal with. Guo An, Yang Bochuan and Pang Jiaojiao were sitting in the reception room, and Zhao Jie had already left.
Yang Bochuan took a sip of the hot tea that was handed to him and said: "I have been on a business trip. Since the past two days, I have been unable to get through my son Yang Mo's phone. At first, I thought he was just going out to play crazy and not looking at his phone, but the more he Later, I felt more and more uneasy, especially when I heard about the murder that happened in the city."
Guo An frowned: "So, Yang Mo lost contact with you on the day of the incident?"
Pang Jiaojiao asked from the side: "Is there any connection between the two?"
Yang Bochuan suddenly became nervous. Guo An glanced at Pang Jiaojiao reproachfully and said comfortingly: "It must be just a coincidence. After all, Yang Mo has nothing to do with the case. Maybe he just went out and his phone ran out of battery."
"It's best this way." Yang Bochuan sighed and said, "If you think about it carefully, Yang Mo knows nothing about the unsolved case twenty years ago. Maybe I am too worried."
Guo An comforted Yang Bochuan a few more words, and on the other hand, assigned the task of finding Yang Mo. Seeing how concerned Guo An was about his son, Yang Bochuan's uneasy mood finally eased a lot. After the matter was almost done, it was getting late. Guo An met his old friend again, so he invited Yang Bochuan to a nearby hotel for dinner, and took Pang Jiaojiao to accompany him. Of course Pang Jiaojiao was happy to hear that she could have a meal, and she agreed to Guo An's invitation without even thinking about it. It just so happened that she also wanted to talk to Guo An privately about something, and judging from Yang Bochuan's previous words and deeds, she was probably an insider.
Yang Bochuan cared about his son Yang Mo and didn't seem to have much appetite at the dinner table, just drinking wine.
Guo An saw this and advised Yang Bochuan while picking up vegetables: "Drinking on an empty stomach is not good for the stomach. Eat a few bites of the vegetables first. I remember that you like to eat fried meat with bamboo shoots. Do you like it?"
"Do you still remember?" Yang Bochuan was surprised and moved, "At that time, you were just...a little taller than this table."
"How can I forget!" Guo An said with a smile, "I remember that time you came to my house as a guest. In order to compete with you for the fried pork with bamboo shoots, I secretly stepped on you several times!"
Yang Bochuan couldn't help laughing when he recalled the past. The atmosphere at the dinner table was finally not as dull as before. Pang Jiaojiao heard this interestingly and whispered to Guo An: "I didn't expect you, who seems to be a very upright person, to be so petty when you were a child! Even your elders dare to beat you, so you are not afraid of your parents...ah!"
Before she finished speaking, Pang Jiaojiao realized that she had said the wrong thing, and she couldn't help but resent her outspoken habit. Sure enough, the dining table suddenly became quiet again. Pang Jiaojiao looked at Guo An apologetically. The latter could not see the change in his expression, but his body seemed to be stiff and did not move for a long time.
A sigh broke the silence. Yang Bochuan drank the wine in the glass and said quietly: "It seems that this little girl has also heard about the case back then. Yes, the victims back then were Guo An's parents."
"Parents? But I saw that there was only one victim in the file?" Pang Jiaojiao asked again. After asking, she regretted it and simply covered her mouth, not daring to look up at Guo An again. A big hand was raised in front of her eyes. Pang Jiaojiao thought that she had stabbed someone with scars. Even if Guo An wanted to hit her, she deserved it, so she simply closed her eyes and accepted the punishment. The palm of his hand gently patted Pang Jiaojiao's back, which startled her at first. Then she felt the gentle force and couldn't help but open her eyes and look at Guo An.
Guo An didn't look at Pang Jiaojiao, but just patted her shoulder. Obviously, he didn't mean to blame her.
Yang Bochuan poured himself a glass of wine, picked it up and put it down, and finally looked at Guo An and asked: "I understand what you mean, you invited me over, it's not just about reminiscing about old times. After all, you have been tortured by that painful memory for twenty years , you have the right to pursue the truth."
"The truth?" Pang Jiaojiao looked on quietly, not daring to make a sound.
"I will tell you everything I know now." Yang Bochuan pushed away the wine glass, changed his posture and sat down, and said slowly: "About twenty years ago, when you were not born yet. Your father Guo Guo and I Dahai was a classmate in elementary school, and we have always had a good relationship. I was very weak at the time, but your father was different. He had been very strong since he was a child, and he always liked to fight against injustice. In this way, you are very similar to him. It can be said that I was not bullied when I was a student. It's all thanks to him. Later, I went to college away from home, and your father graduated from high school, inherited your grandfather's legacy, and ran a fishing team. At that time, communications were not as developed as they are now. I met your father. It was less, and we would occasionally exchange letters. Until I was about to graduate from college, I suddenly received a call from your father, telling me that he was getting married. This was a big event, and I immediately bought a train ticket for the day. I rushed back to City Z. When I arrived at Guo Dahai's home, I met your mother."
"My mother..." Guo An couldn't help but be moved, and Pang Jiaojiao saw that there seemed to be a glimmer of light in the corners of his eyes.
Yang Bochuan said with emotion: "Your mother is very beautiful, and has a unique temperament, as pure and flawless as the wild flowers on the cliff. I am happy that my friend has found such a wife, and I also quietly asked your mother's origin." Yang Bochuan He smiled and said, "Don't think too much. I wanted to ask if there were any sisters in your mother's family who could introduce me to her."
"However, Guo Dahai kept secret about this, which made me feel a little strange and I was embarrassed to ask again. Later, when the wedding started, I felt even more strange because there were not many people present. There were only a few people who were closely related to Guo Dahai. Good friends, two of whom I also know. Just a few of them managed to get together at a table, and then the wedding was held. You know, your father was not living in poverty at that time, and it can even be said that we were the first ones in the group. People who have become rich, but the simplicity of this wedding is really puzzling to me.”
"Later, I graduated from college and returned to City Z, and you were born. Our two families often communicated with each other, and our lives were very stable, until that day... "