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Yan Wei knows that sooner or later there will be such a day.

The man in the photo is mediocre in appearance, staring at him with a cold face. Yan Wei remembers that once, Yan Xiangguo owed gambling debts to others in the mahjong parlor, and he disagreed with the other party and fell into a fight, and he went home to find him to vent his anger.

He pressed his head into the bathtub filled with water, and his strength was as great as an iron tong. Cold, biting water poured in from all directions, spilling into the ears and mouth. For a moment, Yan Shu thought he was dying.

At that time, he was thinking that even if he died, he would let this man fall into the nine hells, and he would never be able to live beyond his life.

"How's your relationship with your stepfather?" The policeman on the other side asked.

The lights overhead were dazzlingly white, and the surroundings were so quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat. Yan Xiangguo put down the photo and replied calmly, "Yan Xiangguo usually likes to drink and play mahjong, and rarely goes home, and I had to go to school every day at that time, and I hardly met each other, so the relationship was very rusty." ”

"But according to the confessions of the teacher and the old neighbor of D Middle School, Yan Xiangguo often beats you, and you hate him to the core."

"I don't really understand your so-called hatred to the bone, which family, which pair of father and son has no contradictions? We had a bit of an argument once in a while, but it wasn't a big deal. ”

The policeman asked a few more questions, and the wording was very sharp, but they were all blocked back by strange words.

"Last question, where is your sister Yan Fuxiang?"

"I don't know."

After Yan Wei finished the transcript, the lawyer negotiated with the police. He walked to the window of the hallway, stood nonchalantly for a moment, and then lit a cigarette. Yan Mu rarely smokes, because he doesn't like the smell of smoke remaining between his fingers, and it seems that it can't be dispersed.

There was footsteps at the other end of the hallway, and he glanced around. This look, the whole person stayed there.

Ms. Qiu stepped out of the confession room under the guidance of two policewomen, wearing a white-washed shirt and crumpled cotton pants with mud on her shoes. She looked up suddenly, her eyes wide and fixed on him, as if frightened.

"Yes...... Strange? She cried timidly.

How many years have you not heard this woman's voice? Yan Shu didn't speak, nor did he move, until Qiu Shifen asked again, he nodded slowly.

Qiu Shifen showed a happy smile, and hurriedly ran over and grabbed his arm tightly, "I finally saw you, my mother misses you very much!" ”

Qiu Shifen seemed to have not eaten for a day, and her hands and feet were weak from hunger. Yan Wei took her to a restaurant near the police station for dinner and ordered a few of her favorite dishes. Qiu Shifen devoured her food, she sat by the window, her whole person was in the backlight, looking a little weak, as if it was unreal.

Yan Shu involuntarily touched her forearm, her skin was devoid of moisture, and it felt like a grapefruit peel covered with fine lines.

Qiu Shifen was startled, and with a shake of his hand, he knocked over the bowl next to him, and the steaming crab porridge spilled all over the ground. Yan Mu immediately stood up, "Is it hot?" ”

The waiter ran over to deal with it quickly, but Qiu Shifen felt sorry for the bowl of crab porridge, "It's a waste." ”

"If you want to eat, I'll order more."

Qiu Shifen raised his face a little panicked, glanced at him quickly, and said with a smile: "I'm really confused, you are now a well-known designer and the president of a magazine, what is this meal?" ”

Qiu Shifen told Yan Strange that she ran away from home but entrusted no one else, and that the dance partner was even more bastard than Yan Xiangguo, forcing her to go to the night club to accompany the wine to earn money to support herself. Qiu Shifen has been depressed all these years, and she really has no face to say strangely. In the end, she couldn't help but shed tears and wiped it with her hands.

Yan Wei was upset and irritable when he heard it, and he couldn't help but start smoking again. The bitter smoke poured down his nose and into the lobes of his lungs, and he felt that there was cotton wool in his throat, and he snuffed out the smoke again.

"Strange, the police suspect that I killed Yan Xiangguo, I don't know what to do?"

"Don't be cranky, they're just asking questions as usual, and if there was evidence, they would have detained you a long time ago."

Qiu Shifen suddenly grabbed Yan Xiangguo's hand, "Otherwise, you tell them that you killed Yan Xiangguo." He keeps beating you, and you're trying to protect yourself......"

"Do you know what you're talking about?!"

Yan Wei wanted to shake off her hand, but she wrapped around him like a vine. Her hands were cold, and they were so cold that they felt faintly chilling in their hearts.

"Mom was so scared...... They kept asking me questions these days, and I couldn't hold it anymore...... Anyway, you've been beautiful for so many years, and you've enjoyed enough of everything, so you should help your mother......"

She was crying silently, and the guests around her looked at her curiously. Qiu Shifen has been so timid and afraid of things all her life, just like when she knew what Yan Xiangguo did to Fuxiang, she begged her not to pursue it.

Yan Shu's eyes were a little cold, and he really regretted that he had sympathized with this woman a second ago. He withdrew his hand abruptly, stood up with a "poof" and strode out the door. But he hadn't taken a few steps before he turned back and turned back.

"Why don't you ask Fuxiang how she is now, do you remember having this daughter?"

Qiu Shifen was stunned by his angry appearance, but she quickly defended herself again, "Are you blaming me?" You haven't given me a penny to spend all these years, you look at yourself with a famous brand, and what about me? What right do you have to accuse me......"

He took out the check, and he didn't know how many zeros he had written, so hard that he cut through the paper. He threw the check in front of Qiu Shifen and almost fled.

He walked very quickly and bumped into the waiter when he went out. He was afraid that if he stayed in front of Qiu Shifen for one more second, he would collapse.

As soon as he walked to the parking lot, he heard someone behind him calling him, "President Yan." ”

Yan Unfamiliar saw that it was Moran, and he walked over, "I saw you at the police station just now, and I didn't have time to say hello." ”

Moran had a dispute with Yan Xiang about state debts, so he was also invited by the police for questioning. He approached the strange words, puffing on the smoke, "I regret the matter of your stepfather, I didn't expect him to be dead for so many years." Who do you think the murderer will be? ”

"It's the job of the police, you're asking the wrong person."

Moran narrowed his eyes, his voice as if he sighed, "Others may not know, but I can be sure that it's either you or your sister." ”

Yan Mu laughed lightly, "Please pay attention to your words, Mr. Mo, I can sue you for slander." ”

With that, he opened the door and sat in, the roar of the engine sounded, and he kicked the accelerator out of the parking lot. Moran's figure and the surrounding trees slowly receded from the rearview mirror, his palms were covered with sweat, and the leather steering wheel seemed to be slippery, a little difficult to hold.

He suddenly braked the car, and his body hit the steering wheel hard due to inertia, and then he realized that he was not wearing a seat belt. The music stage was playing love songs, and the lingering love was broken, and he leaned his head back in his chair and clenched his fists tightly.

When I got home, the lights were still on in the living room, and Yuan Ziwen fell asleep on the sofa.

Her sleeping position was uncomfortable, and she was sleepy to the extreme. His forehead hair was slightly disheveled, and he frowned. Yan Mu walked over gently, leaned down and stared at her quietly, only the sound of her breathing in the room, shallow and regular.

On many rare Sunday afternoons, they would sit in the living room to watch movies, watch Hong Kong movies and watch Europe and the United States. Harato sat barefoot on a plush carpet and rested his head on his shoulders to let him feed himself snacks. She is actually quite greedy, like a gluttonous child, he said that the snacks are too much to eat, but every time he passes by the supermarket after work, he will buy a few bags and come back and stuff the refrigerator to the brim.

He likes to see her greedy as she licks her lips, because he can take the opportunity to grab her lips and kiss her. Her breath is always clean and fragrant, making people indulge in it.

This is the happiness he dreams of, but this happiness is like a dream bubble, and he doesn't know when it will burst.

Yan Wei took a blanket and covered it with Yuan Ziwen, and she woke up immediately.

"You're back?"

Yuan Ziwen originally wanted to go to the police station to wait for him, but she encountered overtime again, and when she arrived at the police station, they said that he had already left. Yuan Ziwen called him, but he didn't answer.

Yan Wei looked at her worried look, and a certain place in her heart began to loosen and become soft.

"You're hungry, I'll make you supper."

Soon there was the sound of rushing water in the kitchen, and through the glass door, he could be seen rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and looking down to wash rice. Yuan Ziwen suddenly felt flustered, her throat was astringent, she stood up and walked over step by step. The sound of the water became louder, and Yan looked at the pot of rice in a daze, and his hand stopped.

Yuan Ziwen called him in a low voice, "Strange." ”

She called a few times before he could react and turn his head blankly. Yuan Ziwen reached out and turned off the faucet, she said, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's okay, if you don't want to eat supper, I'll sleep with you."

The more he pretended to be calm, the more anxious Yuan Ziwen became, "You just went to the police station to make a record, why did Shan always find a lawyer to accompany you, you tell me, what happened?" ”

Her eyes were bloodshot from tiredness, like cracks in fine white porcelain. Just one day, it's like turning the world upside down. Yuan Ziwen knew that something must have happened, and it was menacing.

Yan was silent for a long time, and finally spoke, "Ten years ago, the person who buried Yan Xiangguo's body in the back mountain of the suburbs was me. ”

Yuan Zi Wen looked at him in a daze, and didn't react for a while, "What did you say?" ”

There have been countless times when Yan Shushu wanted to tell the original seed what happened back then, but he didn't know how to speak. All the past events are like a long stream of smoke and dust, and when they come up, it is a heart-wrenching nightmare.

In the past ten years, Fuxiang's mental state has not been sober for a single day. She lives in a nursing home in New York, and gradually she can't even leave her hospital room. She was afraid to meet strangers, afraid to breathe the outside air. In order to prevent her from hurting her body, Yan Strange sent people to watch her 24 hours a day.

But even so, the accident happened.

Fuxiang is dead.

She jumped off the rooftop, her red blood staining the lawn beneath her. Yan Strange will always remember the scene of the funeral that day, so many white chrysanthemums, she was lying in the middle of the flowers, her expression was peaceful and quiet that she had never been before.

Yan Shu sat on the marble floor of the kitchen, as if he was in the Yama Hall of the underworld, confronting him one by one with yesterday.

Yuan Ziwen held him tightly, she knew she shouldn't cry, but the tears still couldn't stop pouring out. When she was fifteen years old, they were so close, but she passed him again and again.

"Don't cry, it's all over." The strange words comforted her.

In the early morning, Yuan Ziwen woke up and couldn't see the stranger, and when she passed the study, she saw that the door was hidden. Yan Stranger was deeply trapped in the sofa, and seemed to have been sitting for a long time. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and the long ash looked like it was about to fall, but he ignored it. Primordial Meek followed his gaze and saw his gaze fall on the computer screen.

It was an anniversary photo of "evangel", and a group photo of 100 brides needed to be taken, and because there were not enough models at the time, Yuan Ziwen happened to be next to her, so she was allowed to blend in.

She looked really beautiful in her wedding dress, wearing a small diamond crown. The sun fell on her, and the mottled shadows were like shining butterflies, ready to spread their wings and fly at any time. She had a happy smile on her face, like the beginning of spring ice melting, and the greenery was born.

Yuan Ziwen was just about to push the door in, but suddenly the doorbell rang, and she opened the door to see several police officers standing outside.

"May I ask if this is a strange home?"

Yuan Ziwen nodded, and then she heard them say: "We have found new evidence, and there is reason to suspect that Yan Xiangguo is related to Yan Xiangguo's death, and now we want to formally arrest him." ”