Mystery Case Tracing [Criminal Investigation]

"Does the descendants of these two families come to seek revenge?"

"Jiang Yao's son has grown up, to avenge his sister?"

"Years later, Song Huanzhang will command overseas, □□?"

"When the brain hole is collected, even if it is revenge, they not only lost people but also lost shares. Lei Zhibin has no children, and I don't know if there is a will. If there is, it is impossible to establish a post for these two families. People, what's the benefit of simply killing him?" Qi Chuchen knocked on the table.

"Where did the two people immigrate? Can they be found? Find a way to contact them." Zhang Chao said.

"Song Huanzhang immigrated to Canada, Jiang Yao did a very fast immigration to a small country with loose conditions, and then it is very likely to immigrate again."

"If you can still run to the moon or Mars, check it on the earth first. You send me the picture of Song Huanzhang and his son." Qi Chuchen finished speaking and stood up and took his mobile phone out.

Song Xi's photos flashed in Qi Chuchen's mind repeatedly, and the boy's eyebrows were crooked in the photos, so sweet, it didn't look like he had been dead for many years.

Qi Chuchen sat on the chair in a daze. On the phone was an enlarged photo of Song Xi, and Qi Chuchen repeatedly swiped his finger on it. He can't always connect the boy in the color photos with the little black figure in the file.

"You have something wrong after the meeting. The file is too miserable and uncomfortable?" Zhang Chao knows that Qi Chuchen has always had great sympathy for underage victims. He has done several cases in which the victim is underage before, including one of them. The murderer resisted when he was caught, and was beaten by Qi Chuchen and finally carried away...

"No, I'm thinking about something else." Qi Chuchen waved his hands with Zhang Chao, indicating that he was okay. Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Zhang Chao pressed his shoulder and went back to the office.

Qi Chuchen remembered the past of the joint development of Yunyin's return journey that Yan Mu had given himself to popular science before. He took out his phone, it was past four in the afternoon, he hesitated, and still sent a WeChat message.

"have you slept?"

"Not yet, miss me?"

"..."

"Think of you, why are you still up? It's already midnight over there."

"Jet lag, you can't sleep well. You can't sleep even more when you're not here."

"...How is your father."

"It may be possible to get out of the ICU during the day, and the situation is not bad. There is no major problem."

"The case I am holding now has something to do with Yunyin's return journey. I want to ask how much you know about the people who started this project?"

"I always checked in after a long time after the house was handed over. My dad did all the previous procedures. Who do you want to ask? If I don't know, I will ask my dad. The fastest is tomorrow. There is a high probability. I don’t know. But the information you need, I will definitely find a way for you."

"Lei Zhibin, Jiang Yao." Qi Chuchen repeatedly typed and deleted a sentence, and finally only these five words were uttered.

"It seems they are all engaged in real estate development, right? What happened to them?"

"Lei Zhibin is dead."

"It was his scene when I went out in the middle of the night the night before you left."

Yan Mu was silent. Qi Chuchen estimated that Yan Mu must know that Lei Zhibin's death was not easy. He had worked overtime for so many days to explain the problem. Yan Mu is not stupid and never asks about his work, but through his overtime work, it is clear that the case is not tricky.

Ten minutes passed, Yan Mu remained silent. Qi Chuchen ruled out the possibility that he suddenly fell asleep, only one possibility remained: Lei Zhibin's death had a great impact on Yan Mu.

Qi Chuchen simply sent Song Xi's picture directly, and took a gamble. This kid is two or three years younger than Yan Mu. Twenty years ago, there was a small circle of rich people in Fengqi City. Maybe he knew him.

The top of Yan Mu's dialog box became: The other party is typing...

The other party is typing...

The other party is typing...

It lasted for five minutes, but Yan Mu still didn't reply, but he kept typing. Qi Chuchen felt that he might have made a right bet, and then sent another note.

"Do you know Song Xi?"

Well, this time completely misfired, even the input is gone. Qi Chuchen thought, if a few years later and a few years older, he might misunderstand that Song Xi is Yan Mu's first love, after all, the little boy looks pretty good-looking. Yan Mu's immediate reaction was not only abnormal from Qi Chuchen's understanding of him, but also very, extremely abnormal.

After ten minutes, Qi Chuchen's phone rang, a string of numbers in a mess.

"Hi, hello, who?"

"Where are you?" Yan Mu's voice came from the microphone, a bit distorted, but Qi Chuchen still heard it right away.

"You know Song Xi." Qi Chuchen's declarative sentence.

"where are you?"

Qi Chuchen was preparing for an emotional offensive. He wanted to tell Yan Mu how miserable the child was. The photos in the file couldn't bear to see. The case has not been solved yet and the murderer has not been caught. If you know anything, just tell me.

"where are you?"

The words that Qi Chuchen prepared were defeated before Yan Mu's soul asked for three consecutive times.

"I'm in the city bureau office."

The two ends of the microphone are silent again...

This is because we dislike the WeChat silent screen but are not addictive, upgrade? Qi Chuchen thought to himself, but he dared not speak much.

"Song Xi is me..." Yan Mu's voice was weak.

Song Xi is me... Song Xi is me... Qi Chuchen stood up: "What are you talking about?"

Everyone in the office looked over, Qi Chuchen put his left hand on his forehead and shook it twice, and ran out of the office with his mobile phone.

Yan Mu heard Qi Chuchen’s breathing and pace coming from the microphone, and felt a twitching pain in his heart, pain for the wound he had to tear, and the pain that Qi Chuchen had deliberately concealed. Qi Chuchen was involved. The pain of this mystery.

Qi Chuchen ran up to the roof of the top floor. He stood on the edge of the roof. The breeze passed by, the whole city was full of traffic, and everything in front of him, the sound of breathing in the earpiece became so unreal.

"I'm Song Xi..." Yan Mu heard Qi Chuchen's breathing calm down, his footsteps stopped, and he repeated it again.

Qi Chuchen heard Yan Mu's emotions a lot, "You..."

Qi Chuchen didn't know what to say for a while, didn't you die? This sentence seems pretty stupid to ask, if people die, then go to bed with ghosts in two days?

How did you change your name?

Who is your father?

How did you escape?

He suddenly didn't know how to ask.

"It's not me who died, it's my cousin. I didn't know much about the specific situation back then, you..." Yan Mu didn't know what to say at the end.

"I would like to listen to you, no matter what happened before or what will happen in the future, I will be by your side." Qi Chuchen immediately began to set up FLAG.

Yan Mu's father is Song Huanzhang, and Song Huanzhang's mother's surname is Song. He has a brother whose children are half years older than Song Huanzhang. When the child was born, Song Huanzhang’s grandfather asked someone to look at the child’s fate and said that the child’s fate was in conflict with his own family, but was in line with his aunt’s fate. After Song Huanzhang was born, he found someone to look at Song Huanzhang’s fate. The child’s fate was very prosperous in his mother’s family, and he fits well with his mother’s brother, which is his uncle, so the best way is to take Song Huanzhang back to his mother’s family to raise him. The surname was changed to Song, and his uncle’s son gave Song Huanzhang’s parents the surname Yan to his father who followed Song Huanzhang.

Song Huanzhang was a few months younger. When his own biological parents died unexpectedly at the age of eighteen, his cousin returned to Song's house. Song Huanzhang’s own adoptive parents are just ordinary people, so the difference between closeness and closeness is affirmative. In addition, his cousin has poor grades and came out to work early, enters the factory to work hard, earns meager income, and often asks his parents for help.

Adoptive parents always feel that they owe their own sons, and it is very difficult to support the two financially, and they gradually become accustomed to favoring one another. Song Huanzhang didn't care about these things. He worked very hard and had a good academic record. Later, he was admitted to the government office to sit in the office. Later, I emigrated for business and had better economic conditions than my cousin, so I have been helping my cousin and adoptive parents.

Song Huanzhang was already handling immigration for the first year or two of the year of the accident. After the Spring Festival that year, Song Huanzhang took his wife to buy a house and contact the school. Thinking of settling down, take Song Xi over.

Song Xi perfectly inherited his father’s independent life and the good qualities of taking care of herself. In addition, she is careful and sensitive, knowing that her grandparents don’t want to see herself. Every day after school, she doesn’t stay at her grandparents’ house except for a meal. After helping to wash the dishes and cleaning, he went back to his home across the road to do his homework and sleep.

Song Huanzhang had told Song Xi early that if he encountered anything, he would call his parents beforehand, and this advice would be repeated during the period of immigration. Song Xi studies well, has a quiet personality and does not cause trouble at school, and there has been nothing worth looking for her parents.

Until one spring night, Song Xi was awakened in her sleep and saw the building where her grandparents lived across the road was blazing into the sky. He immediately remembered what his father had told him, so he immediately called Song Huanzhang and told him that the building where his grandparents were on fire was not sure which one, so he wanted to check it out. Song Huanzhang told him to go back to the room, close the windows and balcony doors, don't turn on the lights, don't go out, and don't open the door if anyone knocks.

He stayed quietly in the room, seeing through the window that the fire on the other side of the road was burning more and more, reflecting the sky red. Song Huanzhang called again and told him to get dressed and don't bring anything. Someone will pick him up later, don't ask anything, just follow along.

The person Song Huanzhang said arrived soon, and brought Song Xi a hooded jacket and a scarf to cover Song Xi tightly, and then took him downstairs and drove away. When the car drove to the road, Song Xi saw the flames of his grandparents' home in the thick smoke.

It was the longest dark night Song Xi had ever had in her life, as if it would never end. He was taken to a house in the suburbs, where there is water and food but no one. The person who took him locked him back at home and disappeared.

Song Huanzhang called him on the third day and told him that he had a surname the next day and what kind of person he looked like would come and pick him up to Canada. Let him listen to that person's arrangements, and they can meet in half a month at the earliest, so you must be obedient and don't run around.