Desperate Pretense At Being Poor - Chapter 32

    After Fu Zhihuan changed his name, Fu Mingheng had a conversation with him.

    But Fu Zhihuan didn’t answer his words, just slightly pulled the corner of his lower lip, and suddenly asked an irrelevant question: “Do you know what the presumption of innocence is?”

    “What?”

    “The presumption of innocence of the accused before a trial is proven guilty is an important principle of criminal justice in a country ruled by law. In other words, in the absence of critical evidence Now, even if you know a person is guilty, you still can’t convict him.”

    “What does this have to do with your name change?”

    Fu Zhihuan didn’t answer, just smiled and clasped the table with his knuckles, then stood up: “It’s okay, let’s go eat.”

    When Fu Zhihuan was in high school, something happened.

    One night, the police received a report.

      Me! I killed someone twelve years ago.”

    After the surrounding people called the police, the police quickly detained Jin Chenhe, and investigated his past case, but found that he only got into the situation because of some fights, theft, etc. No murder case.

    The only thing that can be related to murder is the case where Fu Zhihuan’s sister was brutally murdered twelve years ago.

    Jin Chenhe was taken away by the police for investigation and questioning at that time, but there was no evidence at that time and it did not match the DNA of the prisoner on the corpse, so he was not listed as a suspect.

    Since this incident is related to the famous Fu family, the police are even more motivated and conduct an interrogation of the gangster.

    But he insisted: “How can it be possible to kill people? I just remembered that incident and wanted to scare them.”

    What he said on impulse cannot be used as testimony, and after the police investigation, no useful evidence was found, so he could only be released after a few days of criticism and education detention .

    The day Jin Chenhe left the detention center, he met Fu Zhihuan.

    Fu Zhihuan stood under the traffic light opposite the zebra crossing in front of the door.

    He was wearing a clean and plain white school uniform shirt, but he was very eye-catching in the crowd.

    Jin Chenhe whistled and waited for the traffic lights.

    The red light turned green, and he followed the flow of people and walked forward.

    When I turned around, I saw Fu Zhihuan standing under the traffic light, looking at him calmly.

    Fu Zhihuan couldn’t see any expression on his face, he was carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder. Black hair and deep pupils, but it was inexplicably shocking.

    Jin Chenhe’s complexion suddenly changed, his pupils shrank slightly, his fingers trembled slightly, then he subconsciously clenched into a fist and hurriedly looked away.

    Then, he quickened his pace and passed by with Fu Zhihuan.

    “This gentleman.”

    At this moment, Jin Chenhe suddenly heard Fu Zhihuan calling to him.

    His back stiffened, he turned his head stiffly, and asked, “What’s the matter?”

    Fu Zhihuan raised his eyes to look at him. After a long time, he suddenly laughed lightly, and gestured in front of him with his head raised: “It’s okay, pay attention to the road.”

    Over the years, Fu Zhihuan has never given up the pursuit of Fu Yuqing’s murderer.

    When I heard from my parents and inquiries from many sources, when I heard Jin Chenhe mentioned “killing a person twelve years ago” before being taken away, Fu Zhihuan almost felt There is a hunch that the person in front of him must know something about the death of his sister.

    Because the time quoted by Jin Chenhyuk is too accurate.

      out data.

    And after so many years, for a man in his thirties, he can still remember the exact time “twelve years ago” very clearly even when he is emotional.

    If it really had nothing to do with him, Jin Chenhe would never have such a deep memory.

    Fu Zhihuan wanted to test his conjecture.

    Sure enough, when crossing the road, he was able to determine from the man’s reaction—

    Jin Chen Hyuk must know himself.

    But in Fu Zhihuan’s memory, it was clear that he had never met Jin Chenhe.

    How did he know himself?

    Fu Zhihuan recalled that in the amusement park, after he and his sister got lost, he collided with a man who was pushing a garbage truck in a hurry after searching anxiously.

    “Watch your way.”

    The man frowned, with a bit of impatience and ferocity in his tone.

    Time overlap.

    The man’s face in those days vaguely overlapped with the present, and finally became very clear – Jin Chenhe.

    This is the face.

    Twelve years ago, Fu Zhihuan couldn’t make a judgment, but now he can confirm that even if Jin Chenhe is not the final murderer, he must have something to do with Fu Yuqing’s death.

    But it’s all just guesswork.

    He wants to know a truth.

    Since then, Fu Zhihuan has never given up on the investigation of Fu Yuqing’s murder, nor has he given up on Jin Chenhe.

    But over the years, countless police officers have been unable to find evidence, how can it surface so easily.

    Even though Fu Zhihuan knew that Jin Chenhe might know the truth about the murder, he still could not find any breakthrough to investigate him. Because legally, it is impossible to investigate a person without evidence based solely on one’s own intuition.

    So why did Fu Zhihuan change his name?

    Fu Law.

    Bound Law.

    Fu Zhihuan is a calm person from the bottom of his heart.

    Using evil to punish evil is something he will not allow himself to do. But the more soberly aware of this, the more tormented it will be.

    He began to gradually distance himself from his family, becoming withdrawn and solitary, and did not like to be intimate with anyone.

    Everyone thinks that Fu Zhihuan is a person who is calm to terrible, fair and just to harsh. He was almost born to be in this position, like a law written in black and white, as if stripped of all sensibility to deal with everything.

    In fact, only Fu Zhihuan knew. When he anticipated Lu Kechen’s plan, he seemed to see another faintly through countless layers of light and shadow.

    They are not exactly opposites.

    It’s more like staring at each other through a mirror.

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    “Fu Yuqing is the most sensible child I have ever seen. If she is still alive, she certainly does not want to see her favorite brother become what she is now.”

    Fu Zhihuan did not fall into that abyss.

    But watching the “truth” right in front of her eyes, but there is no way to get close. However, Fu Yuqing is still buried under the tombstone, unable to seek justice, but she is powerless.

    For Fu Zhihuan, it was like a long time.

    “What’s the matter with you?”

    Suddenly a soft female voice interrupted Fu Zhihuan’s thoughts.

    Wen Ruan raised her head and approached Fu Zhihuan a little, with a worried tone: “Why do you look so lost all of a sudden?”

    Fu Zhihuan’s chaotic thinking was pulled back to a little clarity, he lowered his eyes, turned his head, and said lightly, “It’s okay.”

    “I just checked the previous backup files in my email and found Lu Kechen’s home address. When I was his defense attorney, I visited his home before.”

    Wen Ruan rummaged through the information on her phone, frowning: “Can you take me there later? Or you can go back first and I’ll take a taxi by myself.”

    Fu Zhihuan: “Do you want to persuade him?”

    “Hmm.”

    Wen Ruan wrote down the home address, nodded, and said calmly: “Maybe you think it’s nosy, but I didn’t help him three years ago, at least this time I don’t want to stand by. “

    “At least I think, if I were Qin Wan, I probably wouldn’t want this ending.”

    Wen Ruan turned her head, curled the corners of her lips, frowned slightly, and smiled bitterly.

     But those beautiful eyes are as clean and bright as ever.

    Fu Zhihuan’s pupils shrank slightly.

    He suddenly remembered that a long time ago, he said to Fu Mingheng: “I and Wen Ruan are two completely different people.”

    In fact, this sentence is not derogatory.

    If there is, then it must be sarcasm.

    Wen Ruan is very clean and has always been full of enthusiasm for everything in this world.

    Not yourself.

    At this time, the old doctor had finished the medicine, Wen Ruan smiled and thanked him, and then stood up with difficulty.

    She bowed her head and saw that Fu Zhihuan did not respond, she guessed that he might not want to meddle in his own business, so she said casually: “Then I’ll take a taxi first?”

    “Let’s go.”

    Fu Zhihuan got up, reached out to hold Wen Ruan’s wrist, and said, “I’ll take you there.”

    The car is driving on an empty street.

    Wen Ruan sat in the passenger seat.

    She has been quietly turning her head to take a peek at Fu Zhihuan beside her.

    I always feel that the person beside me has become more boring since the clinic.

    Looks… unhappy.

     After driving for a while, Wen Ruan decided to break this situation and coax the human-shaped low pressure exhauster beside him a little.

    So she sat quietly in the direction of Fu Zhihuan, coughed, and said, “Is it boring to drive?”

    Fu Zhihuan glanced at her and said nothing.

    Wen Ruan: “Then let me tell you a joke!”

    Fu Zhihuan glanced at her.

    Although Fu Zhihuan didn’t answer Wen Ruan’s words, she still talked to herself: “There used to be a delicious chocolate and a bad chocolate, and then one day a delicious chocolate Say to bad chocolate: ‘I’m going to push you into the sea!’ And guess what?”

    At the end, she paused for a while and continued.

    “Then the bad chocolate was pushed into the sea!”

    Fu Zhihuan: “…”

    Fu Zhihuan didn’t move at all, Wen Ruan was out of breath with laughter, she rubbed her tearful eyes, and saw that the person beside her didn’t respond, so she turned it on My second cold joke: “Do you know what it means to hide a knife in a smile?”

    “It’s the hahaha knife hahahaha.”

    Fu Zhihuan: “…”

    And then, in order to make Fu Zhihuan laugh, Wen Ruan happily went on from “the match feels itchy” to “the polar bear feels so cold after plucking its hair”, and her happy laughter filled the whole car.

     Driving all the way to the bottom of Lu Kechen’s house, Wen Ruan didn’t hear Fu Zhihuan squeak.

    She put her chin on the front desk of the car sullenly, blowing her bangs, and her tone was a little disappointed: “It’s hard to make you laugh.”

    Fu Zhihuan did not speak, he just sighed helplessly, then unfastened the seat belt for Wen Ruan, then got out of the car and went around to the passenger seat, opened the door, and stretched out his hand: “Come down.”

    Perhaps because of Fu Zhihuan’s indifference, Wen Ruan also felt a little grievance: “Why have you been unhappy tonight?”

    “I’ve told so many jokes to amuse you!”

    “I’m not even a single injured person humming!”

    “And ignoring people all the way!”

    “I’m emotional.”

    Fu Zhihuan helped Wen Ruan down while listening to her series of promises, but remained silent.

    Just as Wen Ruan finally gave up her coquettish tactics.

    Just as she turned her head in despair, she suddenly heard Fu Zhihuan speak—

    “Sorry.”

    The author has something to say: This is actually a story about redemption.

    Draw 50 red envelopes and catch bugs later.

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