Even though Song Qiaoyu himself was not the most outstanding police detective in terms of intelligence, he at least had some impressions of the information he had seen.
For example, thanks to the convenience in modern society, resource sharing can be accessed at any time.
He also roughly saw the most relevant points in the information he had access to.
fountain.
Among the people most likely to be related to Chen Zerui and Xue Chen, the place where Meng Shanshan died was a fountain.
Although the water source has dried up now, it is still such a facility, which is an unchanging fact.
"Do you know someone named Meng Shanshan?" Song Qiaoyu asked Chen Zerui beside her while driving.
Now that things have happened, he shouldn't be able to hide anything anymore.
Chen Zerui was startled: "This name seems a bit familiar..."
He thought for a moment and patted his head.
"When I think about it, it was probably a beautiful senior sister I met in high school. At that time, I was still thinking about chasing her. Are children always interested in falling in love? I just thought it was very fresh. But there was no result...I I can’t remember exactly, but whenever she kicked me out, she made it clear that she wasn’t interested in me, and nothing happened again.”
"The specific time of the date was, do you still remember?"
Chen Zerui was a little confused. After all, it happened nine years ago, and he didn't seem to have a deep impression. It wasn't an unforgettable first love, just an experience.
Perhaps it was true as he said, this was just a joke-like relationship in his youth, just for the sake of freshness, and it had no results yet.
"I remember..." He seemed to be retrieving old memories that he had never paid attention to, so he hesitated and said slowly, "It was one night, after she finished the college entrance examination. The place where she made an appointment was very remote..." It means that I am immature, she likes someone older, and she will not follow the same path as me in the future, so there will be no good results."
Song Qiaoyu looked at him: "Can you remember the specific place?"
Chen Zerui's pupils suddenly dilated.
"That... was a fountain. I remembered that she made an appointment to meet next to a fountain in a community. I remember I was riding there and saw her standing next to the fountain." Chen Zerui said with a frown as he recalled. .
Song Qiaoyu looked at him.
"I asked her how she was doing and whether she had fun after the college entrance examination - I wanted to find a topic, but after saying those words... I really don't remember. Did anything happen?" He looked confused and seemed a little suspicious. I wondered if there was something wrong with me.
Girls in the night, needless to say, are beautiful, they can even make witty remarks, and can make the suitor not feel embarrassed even when they reject him. I just feel that it is a pity that such a goddess happens to be not interested in me, but it is reasonable.
But I don’t even know what happened next, so it’s not the result of simply being seduced by a beauty.
"Do you remember when that was?" Song Qiaoyu felt vaguely that something was wrong and asked again. Her hands on the steering wheel were clenched a little tighter, and some veins even appeared.
He actually had a hunch that it was close to the truth.
"A few days after the college entrance examination..." Chen Zerui looked confused, but also a little emotional, "What's wrong, that Meng Shanshan. But I do remember not seeing her after that. Did she graduate... I don’t know how she is doing now with her good grades and beauty. I wonder if she recognizes me when she sees me on TV as a junior who I rejected before.”
correct.
Song Qiaoyu was suddenly enlightened.
This was just an insignificant failure of unrequited love. No one except the person involved knew that such a thing had happened.
But the problem lies in Chen Zerui's identity. Chen Zerui was born with good looks, and he was also an art student in school. Naturally, there were many people who liked him. So what made him fall in love with a senior with such a special identity?
Meng Shanshan's father killed his father - but they never met.
Chen Zerui didn't even know that his biological father was killed. This matter was strictly concealed by his adoptive parents at that time.
Is Meng Shanshan's attraction to Chen Zerui a coincidence?
There are countless unsolved mysteries lingering in Song Qiaoyu's mind. If it wasn't a coincidence, what exactly happened on that day? What kind of secret is hidden in Meng Shanshan's death?
On the other side, Liang An is still in a stalemate with Ren Yi.
"I just want to know what Meng Shanshan means to you?"
Ren Yi seemed to be moved, knocked on the table, leaned forward, and met Liang An's focused eyes.
"Then what do you think?" Ren Yi asked again as he was able to turn his back on the guest.
Liang An sighed: "I don't think you should have more problems than me."
Ren Yi blinked at him again without comment.
"I can only come to one conclusion in the end. If everything is not a coincidence, then there can only be one mastermind behind the scenes." Liang An leaned back in his chair, "Everyone was played by that person and applauded. That person has a A very special wish - unfortunately, like Chen Wenxi, it ended in nothing due to an accident."
"Name?" Ren Yi's expression was very innocent.
"That person is Meng Shanshan."
The daughter of a murderer, a person who died in an "accident".
This is not surprising. Because everything is inextricably related to her. But why did her plan lead to such an ending? Is it because she is too stupid, or for some other reason?
"Meng Shanshan is an extremely excellent student. But there is an extremely fatal stain in her life - her father who is a murderer." Liang An seemed to be telling a fictional story, with a calm expression and a calm expression.
"She transferred schools a total of seven times before high school, elementary school, and junior high school. The reason was without exception that she was ostracized and forced to leave. In the world at that time, the murder of Meng Shanshan's father was big news, and because of the subsequent Harrowing tales of revenge were widely disseminated.
The grassroots information in the small town is well known. This cannot be a secret forever. As long as one person knows, this matter can spread throughout the school. Because of this, Meng Shanshan lived a very low-key life during her only safe high school period. An outstanding and charming girl like her was only impressive because of others and her grades.
So far, we haven't found anyone related to the file who is truly acquainted with her - at least no one alive. "
"Hey! Classmate, can you help me pick up the ball?"
The girl walking across the court raised her head, took a look, then lowered her head, letting her bangs block her face.
She saw the rolling ball gradually passing by her feet, but she couldn't help but pray with her last remaining hope that no one here knew.
"Can't you hear clearly?"
Although the boy who shouted was so doubtful, he still trotted over, picked up the ball on the ground, and walked quickly towards the girl who lowered his head in confusion and glanced at the girl who turned a deaf ear to his words.
"Hey...this is not that person..." The distant voice was caught by the girl who lowered her head. From the corner of her eye, she saw the speaker saying something in the ear of the boy who picked up the ball.
Still exhausted.
She left quickly. There was no expression on her beautiful face that was praised by others, and some were just numb.
But what stayed on her were more looks like this, and day after day, more and more.
She was familiar with the meaning contained therein, just as she was familiar with the trivial complaints of her widowed mother day and night after her grief faded away, and she was familiar with the precarious poverty of the family after her mother was unable to find a suitable job.
I am also familiar with those two people at the door of my first home every time I walk out of the house.
That place where the gunfire rang out, that time when everything in her life changed.
She also had dreams.
I dreamed that she put down her train, walked to the door, and saw the two cold corpses completely.
In her dream, she walked close to the man's body, squatted down with her young body, and looked at him where the man could see her.
"Do you regret it?"
She asked in the dream. Although she had a young body, her soul was almost an adult.
It's a pity that the man is just a corpse and won't answer. She herself does not believe in ghosts and gods, even in her dreams.
But she also dreamed of other things. For example, before those two people died, she walked to the door and opened it.
This time, she saw the woman with her own eyes in the dream. She had also seen that person's photo, with the same youthful and beautiful face.
She was less than thirty years old when she died. Her husband and wife were harmonious and their young son was adorable.
Zhang Qingyue is usually a very gentle woman, many people say so. She had learned that the method used was not fair and square, at least not as a relative of the perpetrator.
If you say it on the spot, it might surprise people, right?
It’s still that dream, that door opened in advance.
There are different people inside the door.
"Little sister, is your father here?" the woman asked softly.
She had no doubt that this gentle woman would say so if she saw her.
"They said you look like the Countess of Monte Cristo, very powerful. Auntie, have you read that book too?" The little sister raised her head.
The woman in the dream stopped moving.
Even she herself didn't know how this woman would react, so her fantasy in her dream naturally didn't take action.
"You are a hero," she tilted her head in her dream and continued innocently, "How about you let me try too?"
Zhang Qingyue has a son, and she knows who he is.
Those discussions often revealed something she was curious about.
She gradually dismissed the malice directed at her, and just thought, it would be nice if I could make them more afraid of me.
Aren’t they merciful and righteous? Then make them suffer even more.
As she thought about it, she became more and more excited.
She wanted to make it impossible for all those people to achieve what they wanted, including that gentle woman. Let them toss and turn over it and have sleepless nights.
She is not just a poor person, nor is she completely innocent. Pity is not necessarily hateful, but pity can also be hateful.
Not just because of suffering, and people who accept suffering are not necessarily evil, but because...
She is a devil.
At this moment, a call came in.
Liang An hesitated for a moment and answered the phone directly in front of Ren Yi.
"What's the matter?" Liang An asked.
Ren Yi, who was sitting opposite him, also looked at him.
"Liang An." It was Song Qiaoyu's voice. He seemed to have tensed up for a moment, was quite serious and very cautious, "I have arrived at the fountain. Now I have something for you to do."
"Say it." Liang An agreed.
Ren Yi was a little curious and put his head in to listen.
"Go to the SWAT team and bring a spare application in the drawer of my desk. It says that you want the NSG-1 type. Bring it over for me."
Liang An was stunned for only a moment.
Next to the dry old-style fountain, there was no one except two people and a car.
Song Qiaoyu hung up the phone, turned around, and looked at Chen Zerui, who was squatting on the ground, picking up a bullet casing with the disposable gloves he had given him.
That's the second one. He also has one in his hand. Song Qiaoyu spread her hands and took another look at the marks and marks on it, but didn't come to any unexpected and reassuring conclusions.
"Judging from the current evidence, our suspect is armed with a gun, and two bullets have been used."
Judging from the marks left on the two existing ones, one hit the ground and the other hit the pillar in the center of the fountain.
The rest may also hit the hostages.
