Mystery Case Tracing [Criminal Investigation]

The stranger in his father's mouth opened the door of Song Xi's room when the sky was twilight the next day. Song Xi got into a car with a stranger. The car drove for more than two days. When two people were sleepy, they locked the door, took a nap on a secluded road and continued walking. The stranger was speechless, Song Xi could see that he was nervous.

Song Xi herself is not nervous, full of confusion about the future and the way forward. Since that night, he has not slept for a few days, and finally he was sleepy and he was awakened by a nightmare in less than ten minutes after closing his eyes. The dream was full of red flames, with tangy heat waves, and he was suffocated. The eyes seem to die immediately.

The stranger took him to Longdong, stayed for two days, took him to a police station and told him to re-apply a new identity for him, "You can't call him Song Xi anymore." The person who went through the formalities gave him the information sheet. Let him fill in by himself, he thought for a while, followed his grandfather's last name, and named himself: Yan Mu.

He finished filling in the information and showed it to the stranger. The stranger took a look, took the pen from his hand, and changed the year of birth three years earlier.

Except for the identity formalities that day, Song Xi has been curled up in a strange house without anyone talking. At some point, the stranger will bring back food, and when he is thirsty, there is pure water in the house. The most stranger said to him was: "You go to bed, and time flies quickly when you fall asleep."

Song Xi drew the curtains in the room. Nine days passed without knowing that day and night. The time can only be inferred from the number of strangers coming back. This day, the stranger brought back dinner and watched Song Xi finish eating and did not leave. After a long time, he took Song Xi out.

The night in the suburbs was quiet and quiet. The weather was very good on this day, without a trace of dark clouds, and a crescent moon hung in the sky.

Song Xi took the new passport and the hukou book boarded the plane to Canada. From then on, Yan Mu started a new life in Canada.

"The man who brought me out of home late that night was Lei Zhibin, and it was Xiao Ruien's father who took me from Fengqi to Longdong and accompanied me to Canada." Yan Mu spit out the last sentence.

The sky in Fengqi is getting dark, the sun is about to go down in the west, the wind is stronger, the air is cooler, the sky in Canada should be bright soon...

"Why did your parents go together at the time? Didn't leave one waiting for you?" Qi Chuchen asked the question in his heart. Taking Song Huanzhang's reaction, he might have predicted that someone would threaten their family's life. Why didn't you keep at least one person with Yan Mu? Instead, he chose to go with his wife first and leave Yan Mu behind.

There was silence on the other end...

"Because at that time my mother's body was almost unable to survive... She had cancer for three years. Before departure, it was...in the late stage, and she couldn't afford it. My father wanted to take her to receive better treatment as soon as possible... He originally planned He sent my mother to the hospital for treatment. He prepared the house and contacted the school. He could pick me up in two months at most. How could I know that it was almost too late in the end..."

…Almost too late.

Six words that are as heavy as a thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand breath, but the tone that comes out is light and fluttering like a feather, and it will fly with the wind when you blow it. The weight and lightness of life are just between thoughts.

"I know why my father had a heart attack, he should know that Uncle Lei is gone..." Yan Mu said again after a moment of silence.

Qi Chuchen's mind is very confused, knowing that something should be asked and said, but he is constantly considering whether to say it now or how to say it.

Yan Mu didn't give him too long time to struggle.

"After dawn, I will go to the hospital. If my father is in good health, I will persuade him to communicate with you as soon as possible..."

"Ok, I will wait for you."

"Then I'll hang up first, I'll clean up, and prepare to go to the hospital for a while." In the microphone, Yan Mu's voice was still unstable.

"Wait, don't hang up..."

"Yan Mu, I love you." This is the first time Qi Chuchen has said such straightforward love words during working hours. He felt that Yan Mu needed it at this time, and he needed it too. He wanted to tell Yan Mu that no matter what happened in the past, no matter what will happen in the future, I will stand with you, protect you, guard you... But these words are too long, they seem to be too hypocritical, and a thousand words can only be used in the end. Turned into three words...

"I love you too, now, from now on..." A soft noise came from the squeaking microphone, it was a kiss.

Qi Chuchen put away his mobile phone and ran back to the office, attracting several people's attention along the way. The people in the office were still busy, so he rushed into Zhang Chao's office and slammed the door shut.

With the sound of the door closing vigorously, Zhang Chao looked up at him in shock, with a speechless expression on his face, not knowing what the Lord was going to do.

"Lei Zhibin's death is not seeking revenge, but killing his mouth!" Qi Chuchen stood at the table, propped up the table with both hands, and said categorically.

"in accordance with?"

"Song Xi is not dead..."

"??" Zhang Chao stood up and looked straight at Qi Chuchen's eyes.

"Where is Song Xi? Who is it that died?"

Qi Chuchen told Zhang Chao all the different internal information that Yan Mu had told him that he hadn't found back then.

After listening to Zhang Chao, he was astonished as Qi Chuchen, "In other words, Lei Zhibin helped Song Huanzhang get out of his body and kept his only son. The relationship between the two of them is not what the outside world thinks is a falling out... "

"Yes, and Yan Mu said that Song Huanzhang's sudden heart attack was probably because he knew of Lei Zhibin's death, and the time was indeed right. If so, he and Lei Zhibin should be very close, otherwise how could he be caught? Stimulating myocardial infarction.” Qi Chuchen was still standing at the desk, and after so long, he didn't feel his legs numb.

"and so…"

"Song Huanzhang probably knows who the murderer is!" The two people said in unison.

"Yan Mu will go to the hospital in a while. If Song Huanzhang's physical condition allows, Yan Mu will persuade him to communicate with us and provide clues. He should not refuse." Qi Chuchen sat down and lowered his voice.

"He will definitely not refuse. He can't let Lei Zhibin die unclearly." Zhang Chao tried his best to restrain his emotions. The unsolved case that was not solved in the past, the murder case with no clear clue now, may be the same with the reappearance of the victim. The water came out.

"Back then, Jiang Yao's and Lei Zhibin's affairs may be related. You will be responsible for the communication in a while, I'm afraid I can't deal with emotions..." Qi Chuchen lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. A bite.

The corner of Zhang Chao's mouth picked up: "I thought that in this life no one would break your calmness and reason and break through your emotional defense. I didn't expect you to be a mortal after all..."

"Who said it's not..." Qi Chuchen laughed mockingly. From the moment he entered Zhang Chao’s office, he seemed to have clear thoughts and careful logic to report to Zhang Chao. In fact, he was always confused and his chest was swollen and sore. When Yan Mu told him: "That fire, that night is mine. The longest night in my life..."

The "longest night" Yan Mu said was not that night, which did not end with the rising of the moon and the setting sun, but it stretched for more than ten days or even dozens of days for several years... He could not imagine that Yan Mu had PTSD at that time. How serious, he didn't know how Yan Mu got up again.

He knew why every time he worked overtime, no matter how long the night was, Yan Mu would wait for him as long as he said he wanted to go back; he knew why Yan Mu would come to ink painting with his luggage in the middle of the night; he knew why. Once injured, Yan Mu waited for him to wake up and stayed in the ward with his eyes open; at the age of eleven, Yan Mu experienced the unfamiliar farewell of the people around him, and experienced being forced to leave the familiar everything on the edge of the abyss. The stranger flees and is forced to trust the stranger... After rebirth, he once again experienced his mother's irretrievable departure.

He remembered that Kong Zhao once inadvertently said, "Yan Mu's love this time is a thousand-year-old tree blossoming." He didn't know what attracted Yan Mu to his body. Maybe it was the security that his career brought to Yan Mu, maybe Is something else.

Yan Mu must have plucked up a lot of courage in deciding to establish an intimate relationship with him. Yan Mu treated him unreservedly. In addition to love, he must once again pluck up the courage to give. He wanted to use love and use more to retain Qi Chuchen. Go, at least don't leave without saying goodbye when you go. The trajectory of childhood will project a lifetime. Yan Mu has been trying to overcome the past, trying to establish intimacy with strangers, and trying to deliver herself completely.

Qi Chuchen may not have understood before, and he did not understand Yan Mu’s obsession with some small habits. Now he knows it. When Yan Mu told him, "Song Xi is me..." Yan Mu did a good job because Qi Chuchen might stay away from him. But he Still speaking, it was not only because he wanted to help Qi Chuchen solve the case, but also because he began to accept his past more than 20 years later, once again opened up the hidden pain of self-isolation for many years, and swept away the cobwebs on it. Whisk away the dust that is immersed in the heart. He believed that Qi Chuchen would see his true heart that was devastated, as pure and transparent as a child.

Qi Chuchen can only tell him: I love you. I love you no matter what you are, I will not leave without saying goodbye, I will not leave.

The phone rang, interrupting Qi Chuchen's contemplation, and the sky outside the window was already dark.

"My father's situation is okay, and he will be transferred to the single ward soon. If your time arranges to come over, I will arrange it before twelve o'clock, what do you think?" Yan Mu said.

"We have a jet lag of almost twelve hours. Let's talk about it after you all have lunch. We work all night long anyway. Don't rush for a while. You should also go to rest and stay up all night. You tell me 15 minutes in advance, I can arrange it here."

"Well, okay, then I'll go to the doctor first..."

Qi Chuchen hung up the phone and opened WeChat,

"You didn't tell me about it. I don't blame you. I blame myself for not giving you enough sense of security. Now you have to take good care of yourself. I am busy with my work. I can't take care of you many times, so don't make me feel bad. "

"Thank you...I will adjust myself."

Zhang Chao saw him put his phone away and looked at the following table, "There are almost a few hours left, let's eat something to fill our stomachs, and then there will be a tough battle. We will have four people here, you and me, Zhu Zhen, Gao Rui. The others don't need to notify first."