"Chen Zerui said that he knew his life experience." Song Qiaoyu's voice on the phone came from the car's Bluetooth speaker, "His parents died when he could not remember. They were his adoptive parents, who were his His brother Xue Chen’s parents raised him. They are not biological brothers, but Chen Zerui has been with that family since he was a child. Xue Chen’s parents and Chen Zerui’s biological parents are good friends and family friends. There are also many people on both sides. Property, it wasn’t until Chen Zerui came of age and his parents’ inheritance was completely handed over to him that he was informed of the death of his biological parents.”
"Then what is the version of what happened that he heard?" Liang An said as he carefully controlled the car and slowly drove into the parking space. Jiang Qiu, who was sitting next to him, also remained silent, only listening to Song Qiaoyu's statement quietly, as quietly as if he was not even there in the car.
"His version is that his father acted bravely and went down the river to save people, but he accidentally suffered from cramps and drowned. And his mother was in a trance due to excessive grief and accidentally died in an accident."
Liang An smacked his lips.
The phone was hung up.
"What do you think?" Liang An turned his head.
"What is the real version?" Jiang Qiu asked him instead.
"Isn't that what we are here to ask?" Liang An led him out of the car again, "Do you think this story is quite educational? Do you think it is brave to act bravely for justice, but when unexpected situations happen, it is easy Drowning, so you have to take care of your own safety before rescuing someone. Then another person was grief-stricken and in a daze, which led to an accidental death. Doesn’t this tell children that they should cherish life even if they are in a bad mood? "
Jiang Qiu didn't really want to hear him talk about chicken soup. He was really not used to it.
"Why don't Chen Zerui's adoptive parents write a safety education textbook? This is really nonsense." Liang An sighed, "However, this should be considered the best choice if you don't want to tell the truth."
Jiang Qiu noticed what he meant, "Do you know about this case?"
"I just know where the file is, but there is someone who knows better than me. And he is not completely unrelated to the current situation. I came here to give him an explanation, and let him explain things clearly on his own. Also, I helped him hide some things that he wanted to hide."
He didn't look back, but just stood there motionless. The articulation was very clear, and there was even a slightly less serious smile in the words.
Jiang Qiu saw that he was still and looked around. There should be no one around.
"Is your friend going to fall from the sky?" He was actually in the mood to make a joke.
Liang An was a little surprised and seemed to be more interested in this matter, but he still replied: "He has to confirm whether it is 'safe'."
The sentence is obviously not worthy of its name.
"I thought you brought someone here. It turned out to be Dr. Jiang, long time no see." From the back of the car in the parking lot, a middle-aged man wearing a brown jacket and a cotton hat emerged from the back of the car.
"I think you should remember me, but it doesn't matter if you can't. I am Wang Hai, you can call me whatever you want. For that matter, let me first apologize to you on behalf of the person next to you. He probably doesn't have this consciousness. .”
Jiang Qiu saw Wang Hai, who was dressed in a down-to-earth way. He was silent for a moment and replied: "It turns out to be Captain Wang."
He had no emotions, and it was unclear whether he was confused or angry.
Liang An shook his head at Wang Hai and patted Jiang Qiu on the shoulder, making him freeze.
"What I said before is about Meng Chaoyang. The whole case happened more than 20 years ago. At that time, Team Wang... Oh no, Uncle Wang was the police officer who handled the case. Uncle Wang, tell me, he was also there That sounds good.”
Wang Hai nodded, but did not question Jiang Qiu's presence here at all. The three of them found a secluded place where there were not so many vehicles coming and going. Wang Hai began to recall and narrate.
"I was not very young at the time. It started as a kidnapping case. A woman reported the case very urgently, but the description was very clear. She said that a six-year-old child had been kidnapped by someone who was crossing the river. Children were kidnapped on the bridge. They were very emotionally unstable and threatened to jump off the bridge with the children if they didn't pay.
Her husband felt that they could not leave together and was staring at the kidnapper. She was trying to restrain the kidnapper in the name of getting the money, so now she called the police while on the way to get the money. To be fair, this treatment is indeed very appropriate. But when we rushed over, things were still irreversible. The result was the worst case scenario. The robber jumped into the river with the child. The woman's husband knew how to swim, so he immediately went to the river to rescue him, but was stabbed by the robber when he tried to escape in the water. Although he did not stop the robber, he saved the child but was seriously injured.
When we arrived, we only saw the woman holding a sleeping baby and taking care of the frightened and unconscious boy. She was kneeling by the river, guarding her husband who was covered in blood and the blood diluted by the river water on the floor. Bloodstains. Although he was still alive at the time, he still died due to excessive blood loss. "
"Boy and baby?" Liang An broke away from his bowed meditation, frowned, and looked at Wang Hai, seeking an explanation.
"The baby is naturally Chen Zerui, the child who lost his father and mother. That boy is the child of Chen Zerui's adoptive father, his brother Xue Chen." Wang Hai seemed to have anticipated his doubts, "Their families are indeed family friends. Originally We made an appointment to go out with the children to play together, but Xue Chen’s parents happened to have something to do, so they asked a good friend to take the children out. If they go out, things will be ruined. "
He paused and continued.
"But Meng Chaoyang was actually not just a thug seeking money. He had already planned it. Chen Zerui's father was a senior executive of Meng Chaoyang's company at the time and was Meng Chaoyang's direct leader. Although he was not responsible for human resources as a leader, Meng Chaoyang was laid off and didn't know who to redress his grievances. He also had a wife and daughter at home waiting for support. In desperation, he wanted to kidnap the leader's son in exchange for money to support his family.
But he got the wrong person, and he happened to be discovered by the alert father of Chen Zerui. He chased him to the bridge before he could get in the car and escape. Therefore, the situation ended up being a coincidence. Although he was lucky enough to save the six-year-old child, he still ended up in the most unexpected place. One of the ideal results. "
"Meng Chaoyang... I remember that Meng Shanshan's father died very early. Meng Chaoyang was not caught on the spot. Did Chen Zerui's mother recognize him?" Liang Anruo realized something.
"This is the second thing, which is the fundamental reason why I have a very deep impression. Chen Zerui, the mother of that baby, her name is very nice, Zhang Yuqing. We all misjudged her and only regarded her as a lost soul. Wife, a worried mother.
That day, we received a call from her again. She lowered her voice and told us the address of Meng Chaoyang's home. We rushed there immediately, and there we found two bodies. "As he said that, Wang Hai seemed to recall the scene at that time and took a breath of cool winter air.
"We were all wrong, we were all lied to."
"She used a pistol. She held it tightly in her hand at the time, and she didn't know where it came from. But twenty years ago, control and investigation were indeed not that strict. Two bullets were fired, and one was fired. It hit Meng Chaoyang between the eyebrows, killing herself with one shot. She died with her eyes closed, and she was even smiling. Her expression was completely different from the decadence and sadness she had shown before, and there was not even a drop of tear left in the corner of her eyes. That last scene made all of us shudder."
Liang An looked at his expression. Wang Hai had seen strong winds and waves, but he felt a little uneasy at this time.
"At that time, one of the female police officers in our team was relatively gentle. You also know her. She was the detachment leader of the current team. She was specially seconded at that time and was sent to comfort the grief-stricken man who suddenly lost his husband. From the beginning to the end, The poor woman never stopped crying. Before leaving, I was afraid that she would be too sad and something would happen on the road, so I escorted the mother and son all the way to the door of the house. They watched her staggering around and kept thanking her, then closed the door and left with peace of mind.
From beginning to end, she just looked like a widow who was so sad that she almost collapsed due to sudden bad luck. She did not mention anything about her knowledge of Meng Chaoyang's identity in the questioning after her husband's death. Even the portrait she made based on her description at the time was completely different from the real Meng Chaoyang. Although her expression seemed to be trying to remember, Do your best to cooperate with our investigation. At that time, there was no special database for fingerprints. We compared Meng Chaoyang's fingerprints with those on the child's clothes to truly confirm that he was the murderer. That woman, Zhang Yuqing, didn't want to cooperate with us at all in investigating the murderer of her husband. She just wanted to pick up a gun, take revenge on her own, and then kill herself. "
"So, this incident had a great impact on me. In the past few years, I just came across Chen Xing on social media - he looks very much like his parents, but his eyes are especially like his mother's. Yes. Knowing that it was indeed him who became an actor, I even felt some dramatic humor. This may really be a hereditary talent. Although it was just a case, I still remember that unparalleled one-man show. This may be... It can also be said to be a kind of fate.”
A long, long time ago, this was the customary beginning of a story.
"One hundred yuan, another hundred yuan missing." The woman who had just finished washing the dishes and was still wearing an apron suddenly burst into rage. She pointed at the wad of bills on the table in front of her with red eyes, "Meng Chaoyang, you Tell me, do you have someone outside? Why is the number wrong and too small? Tell me?"
But her husband did not retort confidently this time, and found various inexplicable reasons to excuse her. He just sat there, dumbfounded, looking at his hands, as if there was something strange and transparent on his hands that no one else could notice.
The woman in the apron wiped away her tears and left the hall angrily, leaving him sitting aside and continuing to be in a daze. The little girl sitting underground playing with the train looked up and then lowered her head. She is only three years old and is a very quiet and well-behaved child, but she unexpectedly likes to play with things that are considered to be something boys would like. Today, her father brought her a new grocery store truck. It was a hit and she actually looked at it several times on the way to kindergarten and wanted to buy it.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
The man, or Meng Chaoyang, suddenly seemed to be electrocuted. He recovered from his stupor in horror and turned to look at the door. His movements stagnated for a while, and when he heard the knock on the door that was still being patiently heard, he stood up and looked at his daughter sitting on the ground as if to escape.
"Shanshan, the ground is cold. Get up quickly after playing. Dad is out...Shanshan is not afraid."
He knew there was no way to escape, so he walked towards the door step by step with heavy steps.
But the scene at the door was not what he imagined.
Not a policeman, but a ghost urging people to die.
"Do you know what I'm here for?"
He looked at the beautiful, well-dressed woman in front of him, but felt a deep chill.
"You...what are you going to do?"
The woman glanced at the girl playing in the living room behind him. She was fiddling with the tracks, trying to make the train make the largest, most circular turn.
"If you don't want your daughter to see it, just come out." Her voice was cold and hard, like stone.
He saw the black muzzle of the gun.
He took a step back, stopped again, and swallowed, "Are you going to...wait, you..."
The words have not yet finished.
Two gunshots were fired.
The conversation wasn't loud, but the girl heard gunshots. But she did not raise her head. She was not old enough to learn about firearms from TV series and movies. Whenever such a scene appeared, her father would always cover her ears and eyes, treating her as the most fragile treasure.
The sound was so loud that her father was confused again, she thought, her hands still on the track, tentatively sliding the small train she had just assembled to see if this road was easy to walk.
He often accidentally dropped something on the ground while moving, and picked it up secretly for fear of being discovered by his mother, pretending that nothing had happened. It should be the same this time.
In the eyes of three-year-old Shanshan, although her father usually pretends to be very serious and powerful, he often makes these little jokes and thinks that no one knows. She always laughs at him secretly and pretends not to know. She laughed softly, not letting her father see her, so that he could think that she was as tall as ever in the eyes of her daughter. However, purely in terms of height, he is indeed very tall to Shanshan, like a big mountain.
But in fact, this is not the case.
