Desperate Pretense At Being Poor - Chapter 72

    Twenty years, many things can be forgotten.

    Memories are like clouds wrapped in a warm halo, no matter how hard you try to remember, but in the end, the passage of time will not be enough.

    Fu Zhihuan’s memory of Fu Yuqing’s time became more and more blurred, leaving only some fragmentary memory fragments.

    For example, he still remembered that Fu Yuqing was wearing a princess dress in the kindergarten garden, stomping her feet squeamishly and fighting with other children to get a red face and a thick neck, and the bow on the back of the pink bubble skirt Still flickering-

    “You are talking nonsense! My brother is the best brother!”

    “He can do anything!”

    Fu Zhihuan stopped a few meters behind her and called her: “Xiaoqing, go home.”

    All children yearn for the sun shining through the clouds in the early morning, the tender shoots on the branches in early spring, and the spring breeze.

    They love those they love unreservedly and look forward to their future with longing.

    Fu Yuqing, like all children, lives passionately and sincerely.

    Once alive.

    She once held Fu Zhihuan’s hand countless times, holding a small face, like all childish children, showing off her love for her family.

    She said so proudly to people countless times: “My brother is really amazing, he can do anything!”

    Sometimes, a good memory may not be a pleasant thing.

    In the past 20 years, Fu Zhihuan often thinks of Fu Yuqing, and those childish voices with proud endings.

    Just—

    Will she still be proud of herself?

    “Fu Zhihuan?”

    A warm hand gently covered the back of Fu Zhihuan’s hand, and then Wen Ruan sounded in his ear with a worried voice: “Are you okay?”

    These words brought Fu Zhihuan’s thoughts back. He looked at Jin Chenhe’s face full of despair and collapse in front of him, his thin lips pursed tightly, and his eyes darkened.

    But in the end, he 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 cried with red eyes, but when she saw her husband fell straight down, she stretched out her hand to support him, and put him back on the chair, murmuring, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry .”

    She can’t evaluate anything, and she can’t say something comforting like “don’t be sad” to Fu Zhihuan now, let alone persuade him to forgive or not get angry.

    Maybe Jin Chenhyuk was really broken down and desperate after losing his daughter.

    But Fu Yuqing was so desperate back then?

    What’s more, it is very likely that Fu Yuqing was in the trash can and regained consciousness.

    But at that time, I was in a cramped, stinking trash can, with wounds all over my body and unable to move, and no one could hear the cry for help when I shouted hoarsely.

    How desperate was Fu Yuqing at that time?

    Fu Zhihuan’s eyes were tightly closed, and his right hand tightly held the armrest of the chair. The veins burst out, and the veins were clearly visible. It was not until a long time later that he heard his low and depressed voice: “Speak. , who paid you to do this back then?”

      The one who hired me was an amusement park employee named Xiao Li, but… he’s dead.”

    “Dead?” Wen Ruan was slightly startled.

    “Hmm.”

    Jin Chenhe nodded and sighed: “Actually, not only one child was missing in the amusement park, but the other one was lucky because I saw the child in the trash can. After that, I was frightened and stupid. It would be fine if I was alive, but at that time I thought that the person was dead… Of course I was not afraid of it.”

    “So when it was the second time to carry the garbage that day, I skipped work and hid at home. After Xiao Li found out, he hurriedly prepared to deliver it himself. He was stopped before he went out.”

    “Then, seeing that there was no hope of escape, he committed suicide.”

      , makes you feel a chill in your back.

    The clue is here, and it is broken again.

    If the murderer was this Xiao Li, who committed suicide because of fear of crime, the police would have announced the case long ago, because the murderer’s DNA is still on his sister’s body.

    So it can only be said that Xiao Li was not the murderer of his sister.

    But what Jin Chenhe knows, can only provide clues here.

    “Amusement park?”

    Wen Ruan, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke up, she took a deep breath, and then slowly asked, “Which amusement park?”

    Jin Chenhe was stunned for a moment: “Sakura World Paradise was famous for being full of cherry trees in the past, but in fact the internal facilities and safety issues have always been quite poor, so the people who go there are not counted. A lot. After a few cases, it went out of business very quickly.”

    After saying this, 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.

    After about five seconds, she raised her head, turned her head to look at Fu Zhihuan, and said softly, her voice trembling: “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: “That lucky child should be me.”

    Jin Chen Hyuk surrendered.

    After leaving the cafe, he asked Fu Zhihuan to send himself to the nearby police station.

    Zhou Ruqing accompanied him in.

    Perhaps 20 years ago, he did not expect that the things he did to help the emperor would one day be retributed on his children.

    He indirectly destroyed countless families for money, and in the end, his own family was completely destroyed because of these traffickers.

    No one escapes.

    Wen Ruan sat quietly beside her, and didn’t speak, only after a long time she rolled her eyes, her voice choked: “Sorry.”

    Fate has always been an unpredictable thing.

    For example, when Jin Chenhe said those things, she didn’t realize that her luck was more or less because of another child’s tragedy.

    Fu Zhihuan heard these words, turned to look at her, and after a while, he stretched out his hand to clasp Wen Ruan’s back, brought her to him, 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.”

    Tragedies are never caused by victims.

    Wen Ruan suddenly thought of something, then raised her head abruptly: “But if there is a confession from Jin Chenhe, your sister’s case can be investigated together with my case, maybe soon. What can be found.”

    “Hmm.”

    Fu Zhihuan had thought of this for a long time, but after 20 years, if you investigate it now, it is like a headless fly, and it is very difficult to find evidence.

    But at the moment, he just followed Wen Ruan’s words and said, “It will definitely happen.”

     Wen Ruan heard that Fu Zhihuan was comforting herself, she lowered her head in frustration, and then pressed her forehead against his chest: “What are you doing, you are comforting me again .”

    Although Fu Zhihuan’s mood is not very good now, but seeing Wen Ruan’s aggrieved look, he still managed to chuckle a few times, stretched out his hand and patted her back, letting She let go.

    Then, the voice was low and gentle: “Wen Ruan.”

    “Huh?”

    “Thank you for staying with me.”

    Speaking, inch by inch closed Wen Ruan’s hand.

    After hearing Wen Ruan say in person that she was kidnapped that day, Fu Zhihuan’s emotions surged into his heart, a kind of fear that made everyone’s internal organs aching.

    It turns out that twenty years ago, he almost lost her too.

    Wen Ruan raised her hand and hugged Fu Zhihuan’s back. She was about to say something when she turned her eyes away, and then saw Tao Xun on the platform.

    Yesterday, after giving this Tao Xun to Fu Zhihuan, he replaced the original decoration in the car with it.

    etc.

    Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, and then the next second, she suddenly became overwhelmed, and then she straightened up, her eyes still on Tao Xun, but her voice suddenly became heavy: “Do you think the world Are there so many coincidences?”

    Fu Zhihuan followed Wen Ruan’s line of sight, his eyes darkened, and he seemed to understand something.

    “I mentioned to you before that I also play Taoxun, but I can only play it, and 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, which is exactly twenty years ago, the same year as the accident.”

    Wen Ruan raised her head: “I was that year too.”

    Perhaps many people will believe in coincidence.

    But the reconnaissance agency will never believe it.

    In any homicide case, all the coincidences must be for a reason, these things are called step-by-step evidence to lock the murderer’s direction, not a coincidence.

    The teacher of Wen Ruan Chuixun was the grandfather of 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”, and many of them didn’t really want to learn.

    So the old man is not strict, half of the time is teaching Xun, and the other half of the time will be sitting on the chair swinging a big fan, and chatting with other people.

    The grandfather speaks very interestingly and knows a lot of stories, from the Three Kingdoms period all the way to modern history, like a storyteller. All the children liked him very much, chatting beside him every day about what happened to them.

    For example, what to eat for dinner, and where to play tomorrow.

    The old man always listened with a smile and never interrupted the children.

    Until one day, the old man suddenly stopped telling stories.

    He said that her wife was sick and hospitalized, and she always sighed when she mentioned it, and then mentioned from time to time that the first time he and his wife met, it was under the cherry blossom tree on the university campus.

    The old man seemed to like cherry blossoms very much. He read it for a long time, and said that his wife always wanted to go to the newly opened Cherry Blossom World Paradise, but unfortunately there is no chance to stay in the hospital now.

    Children at that time could burst into tears when they heard the story of the ugly duckling, not to mention the sad thing that the old grandfather and wife they liked were seriously ill?

    So one day, Wen Ruan patted his chest and said, “I told my mother that it’s okay, they will take me to that amusement park tomorrow! I can take pictures for grandpa and grandma to see!”

    Children’s feelings are always pure and kind.

    The same is true of Fu Yuqing back then.

    The author has something to say: the next chapter is probably the end of the case!

    An update today!

    At least the real murderer of my sister wasn’t this old grandpa! Let me explain first, otherwise, it would be too difficult to respond if it is an old man. The grandfather can only be regarded as one of the links in the entire assembly line.

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