The days passed very fast, and in a blink of an eye it was Meng Liuchen's birthday, after entering the company, Meng Liuchen and Lu Xifei's sister and brother did not move back to Meng's house, and still drove home for more than an hour after the end of work every day, Meng Qingdong offered to hold a birthday party for Meng Liuchen, Meng Liuchen only said to him, it has not been done for so many years before, and there is no need for this this year, Meng Qingdong was speechless.

In fact, for Meng Liuchen, when he was very young, he looked forward to his parents crossing the ocean to see him, even if there was no gift, only a hug, but this was a common thing in ordinary families, but it became a luxury for him. After being disappointed for so many years, it has long become a habit, and he has long since lost the courage to expect anything.

Meng Qingdong gave him three days off and allowed him to take advantage of his birthday to get together with friends and relax. Meng Liuchen is popular and looks like a cynical playboy, but most of the people who send blessings and gifts on his birthday are male friends, he is famous for his morality, not only girls like him, but also the same sex has a high opinion of him.

The box was filled with a faint scent of lavender, and the chandelier overhead was full of warmth, intoxicating Meng Liuchen's handsome eyebrows. In this world, there are always people who care about him and who deserve his attention.

Meng Kejun took the gifts from his leather bag one by one, like Doraemon's magic pocket: "You have loved to eat these things since you were a child, hey, I didn't remember to bring more to you last time, I don't know if there are any sold here." Also, your uncle misses you very much, he knows that you like Patek Philippe watches, and he specially asked someone to buy you a limited edition, so try it out. ”

Meng Liuchen lowered his eyes and looked at the piled up of gifts, sour and joyful, all saying that it was an eternal truth that his aunt loved his nephew, but Meng Kejun was more like a mother to him.

"It's good that you're in the company, so you can help your sister share a little more."

Meng Liuchen nodded: "I originally thought so, but I think those things are so hard, if I don't want to leave my sister alone, I want to go back to Australia......"

"Hey." Meng Kejun Wan'er, his eyes were full of love for his juniors, "You can't give up on yourself, blame me, I should seriously teach you to read Chinese characters, you live abroad all the year round, and you have no knowledge base, it is inevitable to be jerky when you do things, but you are a child who has a good head since he was a child, take your time, and there will always be progress." ”

Meng Liuchen just wanted to speak, but with a ringtone, he pressed the answer button and spoke to the person on the phone.

"Is it Xiyu?" Meng Kejun asked with a smile.

"Hmm."

"It's so good, when I asked you to come back at first, I was always worried that your sister and brother would not get along, and I was always worried that Xihua would not be able to tolerate you."

Meng Liuchen smiled, with a full peace of mind: "My sister is far less impersonal than she seems. It was the Meng family who owed her too much. Although she spoke coldly to me at first, she didn't hold a grudge against me because I was a member of the Meng family, no, the Versace T-shirt I was wearing was a birthday gift from my sister. After that, he touched the red rope around his neck and withdrew a jade pendant, "And this, she said that men wear Guanyin and women wear Buddha, this can keep me safe." ”

"This girl is quite superstitious, not like her style."

If there is no such past, Lu Xifei, who is as old-fashioned and strict as a textbook, will certainly not believe in feudal superstition, but once people have experience, they will inevitably be cautious. It's a pity that Meng Kejun didn't know about this, and Meng Liuchen didn't plan to sue her.

Lu Xifei originally planned to book a room for him to have a meal in the evening, but Meng Kejun rarely returned to China, leaving some space for their aunt and nephew to be alone, which made him happier than eating with her sister.

HR has more and more work, and the manager continues to increase the workload for her, although she is capable, but she is not a machine after all, plus Zhu Yunhuan's requirements that day, she sat in the study, glanced at the small blackboard, which was densely packed with relationship networks and keywords, and had a sense of powerlessness for the first time.

It turned out that the grievances between Mr. Lu and Zhu Yunhuan back then were all tied to an innocent and poor young man, and this young man was Zhu Yunhuan's granddaughter, Zhu Xiaolin. According to Zhu Yunhuan, that year was in the midst of spring flowers, Lu's performance was booming, and Lu Lao was happy. But once this person climbs higher, the more he is not satisfied, Lu Lao is like a demon, I don't know where I heard the rumor, saying that there is a treasure left over from the Qianlong period on the side of Fengqi Mountain, gold and jade, which is priceless. So he asked Zhu Yunhuan and the others to go up the mountain privately.

Tragic things followed, first Lu Lao suddenly realized, this was clearly a rumor, and he was fooled by his momentary desire for profit, and then, after Zhu Yunhuan went home, he found that his grandson died tragically at home.

Zhu Yunhuan's daughter-in-law died early, his son was obsessed with racing, and he became a racing driver abroad, almost their ancestors and grandchildren depended on each other, at first Zhu Xiaolin was young, Zhu Yunhuan was busy with Lu Lao to start a business, and he had always asked a nanny to take care of Zhu Xiaolin, but when Zhu Xiaolin was in the sixth grade, he took the initiative to tell Zhu Yunhuan that there were people in the family who he was uncomfortable with, delaying his studies, Zhu Yunhuan thought, his grandson is not young, it's time to be independent, so he only asks someone to go to the house on time to cook three meals a day, and the rest When Zhu Yunhuan is not there, Zhu Xiaolin is the only one in the family.

The tragedy finally happened, when Zhu Yunhuan returned home with a tired body, he found that his grandson was wearing a red flower dress, his hands and feet were tied, his feet were hanging from the scales, and his hands were hanging on the roof beams, and he was no longer breathing.

Zhu Yunhuan was heartbroken, and the forensic autopsy came to the conclusion that he died of suffocation, and as time passed, the police were unable to find evidence that Zhu Xiaolin was murdered, and there were no fingerprints, no footprints, and no murder weapon at the scene of the crime. Zhu Yunhuan was full of anger but had nowhere to vent, so he only let this case go unnoticed until today.

Everyone said that it was a house full of weirdness and ominousness, at that time, Zhu Yunhuan still lived in a courtyard house, and the decoration was not exquisite, which did not match Zhu Yunhuan's higher and higher Shen family, but Zhu Yunhuan didn't care, he said that as long as he still lived here, he could feel the breath of his grandson, as if he had never left himself. Later, Zhu Yunhuan's son saw that his father was too sad, married another wife abroad, and gave birth to a beautiful mixed-race daughter, but Zhu Yunhuan was lukewarm to her, thinking that all he was thinking about was his grandson who died early. Soon after, he expanded his private horse farm and changed the name from Yunhuan to Yunlin to express his thoughts and condolences to his grandson.

The reason why Zhu Yunhuan broke up with Lu Xifei's grandfather was actually just an emotional vent, he complained that Lu Lao called him to go treasure hunting, he thought that if there was no treasure hunt, he would have been able to watch his grandson well, and the tragedy would not have happened. But compared to his resentment towards Lu Lao, he is more resentful, I'm afraid it's himself.

When he talked about it again, Zhu Yunhuan's face was full of tears, so many years have passed, his grandson's voice and smile still appear in front of his eyes from time to time, he can no longer pour the same love into his granddaughter, in his opinion, it is a sin, only by remembering Zhu Xiaolin with his life, he can atone for his sins.

Qiao Yixia said exactly what he said, Zhu Yunhuan agreed to help the Lu family because he had something he wanted to get from the Lu family, and this thing, only Lu Xifei could give him, that was the value. Zhu Yunhuan watched the descendants of the Lu family change from a little girl who was ignorant of the world to a giant crocodile in criminal psychology, and solved one unsolved case after another and mysterious cases. He knew that the dark cloud above his head finally had a chance to be dispelled.

More than ten years have passed since this case, and it is not easy to restart the investigation, the police officer in charge of this case has retired, and Lu Xifei obtained the file of that year, combined with the memories and oral accounts of other police officers involved in the investigation of this case, so that this mysterious case gradually became clear in his mind.

"It's been so long, I'm afraid it's not easy to check." Qiao Yixia put the boiled milk on the desk and reached out to put it on her shoulder.

"In my dictionary of life, there is no such thing as difficulty."

Qiao Yixia nodded, and had to agree with this: "If you were among the people who solved the case back then, maybe it wouldn't have become an unsolved case." ”

Lucy picked up the glass, frowned slightly, and his eyes were empty and piercing: "I solved the case, but I couldn't save people." She held her head high, as clear as ever, "Criminal psychologists are based on the word 'crime', if the world is peaceful, there is no violence, there is no murder, there is no so-called criminal psychology." It's ridiculous, but we do rely on these criminals to eat. But more than anyone else, we want to be unemployed. ”

Sadly, these people who want to be unemployed the most will never be unemployed.

When she received Meng Kejun's call, Lu Xifei had just taken a shower and was about to read a book in the study and then rested early, she sighed and rushed to the hospital with Qiao Yixia and the others.

The pungent smell of disinfectant water makes people deeply dizzy, echoing the milky white walls, and the hospital is synonymous with hell.

Meng Liuchen wore an oxygen mask, his eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes were like peacock feathers, which were coated with a layer of white light by the light. Du Ling was holding his hand with tears in her eyes, and Meng Kejun stood beside the bed without saying a word. One is crying, the other is silent, but this silent one, no matter how you look at it, is more sincere than the one who cried.

"Auntie, isn't Liuchen's illness cured?"

Meng Kejun shook his head, his eyes were deeply tired and distressed: "Since the transplant operation back then, it has been very stable, and there has been no rejection. After all these years, I don't know why this is happening all of a sudden. ”