The Actor Wants to Divorce - Chapter 372

He couldn’t say anything at this moment, he only felt as if he had been penetrated by a cold sharp sword.

A cool breeze filled it with my heart.

He loosened the fingers that pressed Ji Rulang’s shoulder a little bit, an unspeakable pain, surging crazily.

why?

How old is he…

Could you make a mistake?

Could it be that Ji An is not the biological son of the Ji family at all?

The parents are so bad to Ji An…

But how do you explain the similar looks of Ji An and Ji Rulang?

Is it possible that Cheng Ji Rulang is not his own?

Lin Zhaozhi’s mind was very messy, he was like a drowning man, desperately trying to catch the last straw.

He didn’t believe that Ji An was dead.

impossible!

Ji Rulang seems to have found some sense of reason from his absence.

He glanced at Lin Zhaozhi quietly, his eyes a little deep: “Do you still like my brother?”

Lin Zhaozhi could hardly breathe.

Like it, he likes Ji An.

This kind of heart-wrenching and regretful feeling is something that no one in this world has ever given to himself.

Gu Qing gave him countless regrets, but Ji An was the only one who told him to know what the pain was.

Ji Rulang looked at Lin Zhaozhi quietly, his pale face and scarlet eyes had explained everything.

He slowly got up from the chair, his voice hoarse and determined: “Then please, I must get my brother back.”

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Zhaozhi froze.

He looked up and looked at Ji Rulang in a daze: “What… mean? Isn’t the DNA matched?”

Ji Rulang said: “It is a comparison, but the comparison is not the DNA of Ji An’s father, but one in their DNA database.”

Lin Zhaozhi’s heart was almost stagnant.

His eyes shook violently twice, and his voice trembled: “So, so Ji An…”

“He’s still alive.”

Lin Zhaozhi laughed unnaturally and his eyes became more red.

“That little idiot…”

He is still alive.

He is really alive.

The lost joy and luck seemed to be violently smashed from the top of his head, Lin Zhaozhi didn’t know where to put his hands.

No matter where he is now, he will find Ji An back.

“I have to go through some formalities at the police station…”

Lin Zhaozhi: “I will go with you.”

“Ok?”

Lin Zhaozhi’s voice was low and he lowered his head and took out something from his pocket.

Ji Rulang watched him spread out his palms──

It’s that ring.

“I gave this ring to Ji An. It has my name with Ji An on it. It can’t be wrong. How did the dead man get it?”

When Ji An left, he didn’t have a penny on him. Did he sell the ring to that person, or…

Lin Zhaozhi’s brain was messed up again.

Seeing him a little irritable, Ji Rulang said, “Don’t think about it. The police should also contact the family of the deceased. We will ask if there are other clues.”

“it is good.”

Ji Rulang and Lin Zhaozhi rushed to the police station soon.

A male policeman invited them into a small room. In that room sat a middle-aged man, who was smoking a cigarette in silence with his head down, his face looked very sad.

The male policeman said to Ji Rulang, “This is Yan Xiaolei’s family. You can ask him any questions.”

“Ok.”

After the male police left, Ji Rulang asked the man: “Uncle, your sorrow.”

The man’s muddy bloodshot eyes glanced at Ji Rulang tiredly, and his voice was old: “Is there something wrong?”

Ji Rulang sat down beside him and said, “I’m sorry about your son’s affairs. At this time, I shouldn’t have bothered you again, but…”

The man took a cigarette and said, “It’s okay, just talk directly if you have something.”

Lin Zhaozhi asked directly: “I found a ring on your son. This ring belongs to me…”

He paused, and then said: “It belongs to my lover. He is also missing now. I want to ask if your son has mentioned to you. He knows a boy. He is not very old and looks like your son. “

The man was hoarse and waved his hand in front of his eyes to drive away the cigarette smoke. Then he said, “How could I know that Xiaolei and I have not been in contact for almost a year. If the police called me, I would not Knowing that he has been dead outside for so long…”

When he said this, he couldn’t help but choked up.

Lin Zhaozhi and Ji Rulang were disappointed.

This ring was the only clue to Ji An, and now it was completely broken with Yan Xiaolei’s death.

Lin Zhaozhi’s heart was heavy. He looked down at the middle-aged man who lost his son. Apart from sympathy, his heart was filled with anxiety and fear.

If Yan Xiaolei really knew Ji An, would something happen to Ji An?

Lin Zhaozhi left the police station irritably, and when Ji Rulang was about to leave, Yan Xiaolei’s father suddenly ran out and talked through the window glass.

He quickly put the window down.

The man frowned: “Boy, although I don’t know who you are looking for, Xiao Lei has a brother who plays very well, my son, he didn’t teach well, so he ran out into the wild at a young age. There are some things. My dad doesn’t know, you go to that person and ask, or he knows.”

Lin Zhaozhi hurriedly took out his mobile phone, “Do you have his phone number? I’ll write it down.”

“No, but I know where his family lives. Xiao Lei has sent him things before.”

The man scratched his head and said an address.

In the next city, it takes more than three hours to drive there.

“Thank you.”

The man’s eyes were red: “Hurry up and find your lover back. If I can go to Xiaolei sooner, if I don’t talk to him, Xiaolei will not die. You say father and son, husband and wife, how much hatred can I have? What…”

He wiped away his tears.

As soon as the man left, Lin Zhaozhi immediately said, “I’ll look for it later.”

Ji Rulang: “I will go with you.”

“No, I will go by myself. I will contact you as soon as I have news.”

Ji Rulang was silent for a while and nodded: “Okay, then I’ll listen to you.”

Lin Zhaozhi returned to the apartment, simply packed up some things, and drove to the neighboring city.

On the way there, his mood was extremely restless.

He has nothing, just such an address. What if that friend of Yan Xiaolei moved? If that friend doesn’t know Ji’an…

Where should he go to find someone when that happens?

Nearly early in the morning, Lin Zhaozhi finally rushed to the address. This was a dilapidated apartment without a doorbell.

Lin Zhaozhi didn’t care if he would disturb people’s sleep, so he stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After knocking for a full five minutes, a complaining voice came from inside: “Come on! Damn! Who is it at night?”

As soon as the door opened, a young boy with yellow hair came out from inside.

He was still wearing pajamas and had messy hair. He was obviously awakened by Lin Zhaozhi from a dream. He stared at Lin Zhaozhi who was wearing a mask dissatisfiedly: “Who are you?”

Lin Zhaozhi directly pushed him away and stepped into the room.

“Hey, what are you doing? I called the police when I broke into a private house that night?”

The apartment is not big, so Lin Zhaozhi quickly searched for several rooms with a yin-eyed look.

Ji An is not here.

And it seems that Huang Mao lives alone here.

“I said this handsome guy, are you okay?”

Lin Zhaozhi turned his head, his eyes were slightly red, and his voice was cool: “Have you ever heard of a boy named Ji’an?”

“Huh? Ji An?”

“Yes.”

Huang Mao: “I don’t know, I have never heard of it.”

His eyes flashed with some guilty conscience.

Lin Zhaozhi gritted his teeth: “I’ll ask you again, have you seen Ji An?”

Huang Mao smiled: “Brother, I really didn’t listen…”

Lin Zhaozhi directly grabbed his clothes and dragged him to the dining table. There was a plate on the table with unfinished spaghetti in it. Lin Zhaozhi directly pressed Huang Mao’s face into it.

“Don’t tell the truth, are you? You don’t know Ji An, do you know Yan Xiaolei? Ah? He has Ji An’s ring on his body, how can you explain it!”

Huang Mao screamed “Wow wow wow”.

The soundproofing of this old apartment is not good, and the cry of yellow hair led a young couple on the opposite side to come and probe their heads.

“That…you…”

Lin Zhaozhi raised his eyes, a red ocher under his eyes.

“Go away, don’t be nosy.”

The young couple ran back busy.

Lin Zhaozhi grabbed the metal fork placed on the table and pointed it at the back of Huang Mao’s hand: “I’ll give you one last chance, can you tell me?”

“I said I said! You let me go first!”

Huang Mao kept crying.

Lin Zhaozhi let go of him coldly.

Huang Mao’s face was in a mess. He took a few sheets of paper and wiped his face slowly.

Lin Zhaozhi walked over and locked the door to the apartment. He looked at Huang Mao’s drowsiness, displeased: “Speak.”

“I met Ji An several times. He and I met more than four months ago… Yan Xiaolei and I were both bastards. We were okay on the road that day and met him. Yan Xiaolei said that the kid looks like a mother. I don’t want to talk about it, I want to see if he has any money…”

“He said he didn’t have money, and he turned out his trouser pocket to show us. Later, when Yan Xiaolei saw that he had a ring in his hand, he wanted it, but he wouldn’t give it.”

“and then?”

Lin Zhaozhi’s breathing tightened.

Didn’t this ring finally fall into Yan Xiaolei’s hands?

What did they do to Ji An?

Huang Mao hesitated: “…just… Yan Xiaolei beat him and snatched the ring.”

Lin Zhaozhi’s chest fluctuated violently twice.

A thick anger ignited in his eyes.

Huang Mao was frightened, and desperately explained: “I didn’t do it, it was Yan Xiaolei who did it, and we didn’t sell the ring that we robbed. No, let alone, Ji An is still following us, he will go wherever we go…”

Lin Zhaozhi clenched his fists.

Huang Mao’s voice is getting lower and lower: “He wants to get the ring back, saying that he can give us money…but…but…”

“but what?”

but……

Poor An’an.