Lu Qianqian didn't fall asleep on the night of her birthday last year, Ying Mingyu deliberately did that kind of thing just now to consume her physical strength, and she slept very deeply this night.

She dreamed of the past after some afternoon of hypnosis, and her mother was very beautiful, and of the two parents, she looked more like her mother. When she was a child, her mother often took her to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and every time some uncles would give her mother more.

Lu Qianqian didn't understand at that time, she just thought that they liked their mother and daughter, but later she learned that their kind of liking was different from what she thought.

Since that Chinese New Year's Eve, she had a fever for a few days, and after she got better, she deliberately forgot everything before the age of eight, and her mother became a terrible memory in her mind.

But the mother in the dream was not always like that, she was also a good mother who smiled gently and held her little hand to lead her on the road. Until the age of eight, she lived almost exclusively with her mother, and her father rarely showed up, often going to the hospital ward to take care of him.

Even if there were some uncles and uncles around her mother, they were all good to her, and her mother never let them touch her, not even her head. There was once a man who did this, and her mother scolded the man severely.

If there is that kind of guest coming to the house, her mother will let her stay in her room, she didn't understand it at first, but when she got older, she once sneaked out and saw some pictures that she shouldn't see.

Although she is still only at the age of watching cartoons, her mother and strange uncle hold hands and hug each other, no matter how you think about it, it doesn't feel right.

After going to school, Lu Qianqian probably understood what the neighbors often got together to point at her mother.

She tried to tell her mother directly that she didn't like those uncles and uncles, and hoped that her mother would not associate with them in the future, but her mother just sent her away in four or two, and didn't listen to them at all.

Lu Qianqian has been in pain for a long time at a young age, whether she wants to tell her father the truth about the affairs of the family, and in this process, she heard her father say that she believes that her mother is not that kind of person and will not listen to the rumors of the people around her.

She hoped that after her mother heard her father say this, she would change her past and stop doing things that were sorry for her father, but she didn't.

Lu shallow's difficult choice ended on that Chinese New Year's Eve.

Because her mother brought someone back, she hid back in her room early and pretended to be asleep. When Dad came back to see her, she was a little sluggish and realized it might be Dad when Dad went out to close the door. Lu Qianqian struggled at that time, whether to jump out of bed immediately to stop his father and report to his mother. But she didn't do it, or she hadn't been able to figure it out, and it was too late.

She could vaguely hear the quarrel in the next room, although it was intermittent and indistinct, the time lasted for a long time, and Lu Qianqian didn't know if she should go over to take a look.

Just when there was laughter, firecrackers and fireworks, Lu Qianqian heard a gunshot, and she froze on the bed.

After that, it was impossible for Lu Qianqian to go out to see, she pricked up her ears to hear if they were still arguing, but the world seemed to be quiet, except for the sound outside, her ears were completely empty.

After a long time, she heard the sound of her father leaving the closed gate, Lu Qianqian still didn't dare to go out, she was scared for no reason.

After getting up the next morning, Lu Qianqian found that the house was empty, and when she was sitting in the living room in a daze, her father came back after work and made her an unpalatable breakfast.

Lu Qianqian didn't know whether to ask her mother or not, and finally she mentioned it.

"Mom may have something to do, she should be back soon, can Dad cook for you today?"

This lie was told for several days, and finally it became a disappearance, and Lu Qianqian did not investigate it once.

Since then, Lu Qianqian has worked hard to learn to take care of the family and take care of his father, do housework and cook.

When Lu Qianqian woke up, she still had a sweet smile on her face, and when she looked around and didn't see that person, she pouted a little unpleasantly. But soon she didn't have the kung fu to dwell on such a trivial matter, and she found that she was wearing nothing.

The coat and pants were stacked on the chair next to the bed, because she took them off herself before taking a shower and going to bed, but the blouse was on the ground, and the underwear and small panties were ...... She searched in bed for a while before she found it.

Men are really unreliable, they only care about themselves, Lu Qianqian couldn't help but complain in his heart.

After going to take a shower again, Lu Qianqian put on yesterday's clothes, thinking that after going home to change his clothes, he would buy some breakfast and send it to the police station.

She took the room card and went out, and saw a Do Not Disturb sign hanging on the door, it seemed that someone still had a conscience, Lu Qianqian was in a good mood and left with a smile.

After Lu Qianqian saw the cordon and seal at the door of his house, he was stunned for a while, and all his happiness and joy were empty. She turned around and went to the police station, and after finding Ying Mingyu, she asked him with red eyes: "Ying Mingyu, you lied to me?" ”

Ying Mingyu took her to the courtyard outside the building to speak: "What did I lie to you?" ”

Seeing tears slipping down her face again, Ying Mingyu sighed and lifted it to his chest, and he stretched out his hand to help her wipe her tears with his thumb.

Lu Qianqian waved his hand and opened his hand: "You said that you would prove that my father was not a murderer, but you asked people to search our house, didn't you?" ”

"You and Uncle Lu both turned themselves in and said that they were murderers, and it was a process to search your house for trace inspection, you know."

"Then what did you find, who is the real murderer between me and my dad?"

Seeing that she was in tears and pretending to be murderous, Ying Mingyu was really tired, reached out and hugged the person into his arms, regardless of her desire to push him away.

"Shallow, give me two days, two days at most, and you just wait and don't get involved in this case, okay?"

"Then why are you obsessed with your mother's case? Besides, I'm also the one who turned myself in, so don't I have anything to do with this case? Lu Qianqian pushed him away slightly, looked up at him and asked.

Ying Mingyu really had a headache, he didn't want to see her crying anymore, but all this was his fault, and he was afraid that he couldn't remedy it.

"We found the third person who was present that night, and soon he will come to the bureau to cooperate with the investigation, and then the matter will be clear." After saying this, Ying Mingyu sighed, he said that others talked too much, and it was really useless to say that he was really useless. Not to mention that Lu Qianqian is now a person involved in the case, even if she is unrelated, he should not reveal the case to her.

Holding her face and helping her wipe her tears, Ying Mingyu was still very uncomfortable: "Don't cry, things will have a result sooner or later, what can you do?" ”

Lu Qianqian saw him with a tense face, and after retreating, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and turned his head to ask: "When will that person come, can I listen to what he says?" ”

Ying Mingyu didn't answer, seeing that she had calmed down, he took her in and asked her to sit on the side obediently.

Bao Zhan went to pick up the latest related person, but Ding Yuan stayed in the bureau to sort out the things related to physical evidence, and when he saw that the boss brought Lu Qianqian in, he only nodded and said hello.

Lu Qianqian glanced at him and did not respond to him. Ding Yuan couldn't help but look at the boss's face, and felt that Ying Mingyu's mood would not be better than Lu Qianqian's.

Now all the clues are corroborating Lu Weiguo's evidence, the location of the shot is at the entrance of the bedroom, diagonally to the direction of the head of the bed, and the bullet leaves traces on the wall tiles. Liu Meihua's diary confirmed that she had an affair, and she found the third party, so the motive for the murder should be correct. Someone in the neighborhood witnessed the third party jumping out of the window and escaping, and by the time the third party's confession was recorded, the chain of evidence in this case may be complete.

There is no problem with checking the old file on the bullet side, and the gun use record shows that Lu Weiguo fired a shot that night, and he returned the gun normally after returning to the police station, and there is no possibility of losing it.

The only suspicion is that Liu Meihua's relics lack some gold and silver jewelry that should be there, maybe she doesn't want these so she doesn't accept gifts from her lovers, which is not an inexplicable thing. And when that person comes, maybe the question will be answered.

Putting down the pen, Ding Yuan looked at the back of the girl sitting next to the boss again.

He saw that Lu Qianqian's whole body was exerting strength, as if he could sit there without holding his breath.

They are not particularly familiar friends, at least he doesn't know any of Lu Qianqian's private affairs, but Ding Yuan is also sad about this matter, and regrets what happened to her mother and what her father is about to face.

Ding Yuan didn't know how upset the boss should be, and how much willpower he used to continue to focus on the case.

He thought that if his girlfriend had encountered such a thing, he would probably not have been able to participate in the investigation of the case. But at the same time, he doesn't want to leave everything to anyone else, he wants him to find out the truth.

"Shall we go to lunch first?" When Ding Yuan was entangled in himself, Ying Mingyu saw that the time was about the same, and wanted to take Lu Qianqian out.

Lu Qianqian shook his head stubbornly.

"You're my prisoner now, and I'm not asking for your opinion." Ying Mingyu handcuffed Lu Qianqian's right hand with his own left hand.

"From now on, you're going to come with me when I go to the bathroom, understand?"

Lu Qianqian raised his right hand and looked at him in surprise.

"I'm going to dinner now, you can choose to come with me, or I'll drag you along."

Ding Yuan chose to sit still and watched Lu Qianqian helplessly follow Ying Mingyu away.

Lu Qianqian thought that he was just saying that he should always untie the handcuffs when eating, but he didn't. Ying Mingyu ate with one hand, and left her free hand to let her feel free.

She took the man, barely ate a little, and sat with her head propped up and watched him eat.

Ying Mingyu didn't mind at all, and after eating, he fed her dessert after the meal. After forcing her to eat, she answered the call from the bureau, saying that the person had arrived and was currently resting in the interrogation room pending trial.

Lu Qianqian sat up straight for a moment: "Is there any news?" ”

Ying Mingyu pulled the chain of the handcuffs: "Let's go, I have something to do, don't get in my way." ”

Lu Qianqian's eyes widened: "You mean, you want to take me into the monitoring room?" ”

"I didn't say anything." Ying Mingyu knew that he was not in accordance with the rules by doing this, but no matter how he said it, he was a person, and he was not cold-blooded and ruthless enough to refuse his beloved.

"Thank you." Lu Qianqian only now knew why he wanted to handcuff her to him.

Ying Mingyu didn't answer, took her back to the police station silently, and after entering the monitoring room, he signaled the interrogation room to start recording a confession.