Chapter 142 is revealed

Mo Rufeng first went to a forensic laboratory. [Ran^Text^Library] [][A lot of good novels]

He has to do two things, one is to identify the blood characters left by his father, and the other is to identify Zhuang Xiaoyue's parent-child relationship.

The reason why she did this is because once she thinks that Zhuang Xiaoyue is that person, then she will be related to every major thing that happened in the past.

The old blacksmith and his wife were killed.

During the Spring Festival, hunting is like a cold gun encountered by the wind.

The car accident suffered by the former chairman of Junan.

Nothing like wind poisoning.

Mo Rufeng made up his mind to find out the ins and outs of everything.

A week later, the results were in.

The judicial appraisal showed that the word "Wen" left by the old blacksmith was not written by one person!

In the first three paintings, "point", "horizontal" and "apostrophe" were written by one person, but the last stroke of "pinching" was coherent and powerful, in stark contrast to the shaky and intermittent of the first three paintings, and it is clear that the last stroke and the first three strokes were not written by the same person!

Mo Rufeng couldn't help but have such a scene in his mind: when his father's life was in danger, he used his last strength to write the first three pictures of the word "Wen" on the scrapped newspaper on the ground, and when he still insisted on writing, the gangster who had already left returned and fired the last shot at his father! The gangster wanted to destroy his father's newspaper, but after hesitating, he grabbed his father's stiff arm and put the last touch on the newspaper!

What did my father want to write?

"Zhuang"!

Mo Rufeng's heart is like thunder!

The first two paintings of "Zhuang" are exactly the same as the first two paintings of "Wen", only the third painting, and the difference is not big, but the position of the pen is one to the left and the other to the right.

The old blacksmith, who had rarely written, was seriously injured and wrote tremblingly, and it was only reasonable that the third stroke deviated from the standard position.

After the gangsters beat his father to death, he wanted to destroy the newspaper, but he was clever enough to hold his father's stiff fingers and add a picture to the newspaper. Read the full text of the latest chapter

If this person is Zhuang Xiaoyue, she has only one purpose in doing this, to blame Mo Huaiwen!

What a sinister, what a scheming!

Mo Rufeng gasped!

The second appraisal report: Fei Fei and Zhuang Xiaoyue are not related!

Another explosion thunder sounded in Mo Rufeng's head!

When Fei Fei was born, he was obviously outside the delivery room, not Fei, not only was he not Mo Rufeng's biological flesh and blood, but also Zhuang Xiaoyue's biological child!

If it wasn't for the hospital's mistake, there must have been a conspiracy.

For the first time, Mo Rufeng felt a trace of fear for the woman he had lived with for many years, how many secrets did this woman hide, and why did she come from?

Mo Rufeng decided to find out.

He came to Xiangxi, and at the foot of the undulating mountains, he found the orphanage called "Spring Bamboo Shoot Welfare Institute".

He came to the courtyard office and explained his intentions, to check if there was ever a girl named "Zhuang Xiaoyue" here.

The dean was an old lady in her fifties, wearing reading glasses and looking kind.

"If you talk about other people, I may not be able to think of them at once, but Zhuang Xiaoyue, I still remember," she poured Mo Rufeng a glass of water, "There is this person!" ”

"That's such a poor girl, beautiful, clever and cute, and with a sweet mouth, everyone likes her!" The old lady sat down opposite Mo Rufeng, "But, who would have thought that she would get leukemia?" A good child is gone, and he is only eleven years old! ”

Mo Rufeng stood up suddenly, he realized that he was out of shape, and sat down again, "You mean, she's dead?" Do you have any information about her? ”

The old lady nodded, "I keep everyone's information here, although the scale of our Spring Bamboo Shoot Welfare Institute is small, the management is very formal!" Wait, I'll go to the archives and find it for you! ”

"Thank you then!"

After a while, the old lady returned to the office with a file bag.

She pulled out a form and put it in front of Mo Rufeng.

The name column of the form is filled with the words "Zhuang Xiaoyue".

On the right side of the form is a photo of a girl with a round face and an innocent face.

Of course, that's not the current "Zhuang Xiaoyue", now this is a goose egg face.

"This is the registration of hospitalization, this is the death certificate, alas..."The old lady put the file in front of Mo Rufeng, "What a good girl, it's a pity! ”

Mo Rufeng thanked the old lady and walked out of the welfare home.

Now it is clear that Zhuang Xiaoyue, if he can still call her "Zhuang Xiaoyue", has fraudulently used the name of a girl who has died in this welfare home.

I don't know what means she used, she got an ID card, and so, "Zhuang Xiaoyue" was resurrected.

In Sichuan, far away from Hunan, it is unlikely that she will be recognized!

This calculation is not insignificant!

With such foresight, the purpose will not be so simple.

What the hell is she trying to do?!

Once he suspected her, Mo Rufeng found that many things were suspicious, but because she was his wife, he ignored those doubts.

For example, when Diandian hid behind the door and suddenly shot at her with a toy gun, her action of dodging bullets was extremely professional and skillful! And at that time, Mo Rufeng actually thought that she just made that action by accident!

For another example, she is lukewarm to right and wrong, so what kind of mother treats her child like this?

Also, in the hunting ground, the little pig found the invisibility cloak and came to everyone with it in his mouth, and he clearly saw that the little pig's eyes were looking at Zhuang Xiaoyue! That means that there is the smell of Zhuang Xiaoyue on the clothes, and the little pig judges that it is the hostess's belongings and is ready to run in front of her! However, Zhuang Xiaoyue took the lead and took out the invisibility cloak from the pig's mouth!

She was afraid that the little pig would take the invisibility cloak in her mouth and expose her flaws!

However, all this is an afterthought, and to be determined, evidence is needed!

Mo Rufeng decided to go back to Huaxi's hometown again.

The home is still the same home, and the parents are gone.

The trees in the yard are luxuriant, and the walls are overgrown with grass.

A feeling that things are not people come to mind.

Mo Rufeng stood quietly at the door for two minutes, and then stepped into the courtyard.

He sat quietly in the courtyard, thinking about what it would have been like on the night his parents were killed.

It was a clear night, and it wasn't too late when something happened.

According to my father's habit, he must have been striking iron and polishing those pieces of iron at that time. When Mo Rufeng arrived, there was a fire that had not been completely extinguished, which proved this!

So if you are a father, in the face of danger, knowing that you can't escape, what will you want to do first?

In a trance, Mo Rufeng became a father himself.

He held a hammer in his hand and struck it against the red-hot iron. Mother sat under the eaves and chose vegetables.

The man in black immediately arrived, surrounding the courtyard.

Zhenyuan Treasure Knife!

The first reaction in his heart was that these people were here for Zhenyuan Treasure Knife! The person who came was violent, and he knew that there was a lot of luck today.

His hammer still struck the iron one by one, and sparks flew away.

Even if he dies, he has to leave a message for his son...

A lightning bolt flashed through Mo Rufeng's brain!

Pieces of iron!

Father must have left something on the iron! With my father's handiwork, it was very easy to leave a handwriting on the iron when striking iron!

Mo Ru jumped up and rushed towards the stove.

He took out all the pieces of iron.

Although the pieces of iron were rusted, he still carefully identified them one by one. With what he knew about his father, he would definitely do what he wanted!

Finally, on a long piece of iron, he found the handwriting!

Wipe off the rust, a line of crooked marks, carefully identify it as a line of words:

Son, your wife killed me!