At more than ten o'clock in the evening, Wang Jia led her seven-year-old daughter on the road of the community. Suddenly, bang...... A dark shadow landed heavily in the flower bed beside him. The heavy sound of the fall is like a dull drum beat, which catches people off guard.

Wang Jia comforted her daughter, and groped close to the flower bed, only to glance, her heart was broken, and her soul was scattered.

Her hands and feet froze there, her blood stagnant and then rapidly reversed, her brain went blank, and after a few seconds of silence, ah—a terrible scream pierced the dead silence of the night.

It was a man who fell into the flower bed.

"The deceased's name is Fang Enhui, 22 years old, a medical student at the university, the cause of death is preliminarily judged to be a fall from a building, and there are no eyewitnesses at the scene. The place where she fell was the balcony of her sister Fang Yaxi's house, and when she had the accident, there was no one at home, and Fang Yaxi and her husband were watching a movie at the cinema."

Assistant Xiao Tao put a stack of dossiers in front of Jin Chen, "It looks like an accident."

Jin Chen didn't raise his head and said, "The most taboo thing in investigating a case is 'looking like'."

Xiao Tao shrugged helplessly.

According to the autopsy results, the immediate cause of death was the rupture of internal organs caused by a fall from a height. There are no traces of a fight on the balcony of the fallen building, and the sister and brother-in-law who are the most suspects also have alibi, and judging from the current investigation, the two people have no motive to kill.

Regarding Xiao Tao's inference, Jin Chen did not say a word. Ten minutes later, he slammed the file shut and stood up suddenly.

"Let's go, do things."

This is the second time that Xiao Tao has come to the Laurel Community. Jin Chen didn't take the elevator in order to investigate the case, Fang Yaxi's family lived on the 26th floor, and Xiao Tao had to follow him to climb up layer by layer, and when he finally climbed there, the whole person held on to the railing and panted.

Jin Chen's face did not change, and he still stood there with a full spirit, as if he had just walked through a garden. After ringing the doorbell for a long time, the door finally opened. It was Fang Yaxi's husband Chen Jinfeng who opened the door.

Chen Jinfeng's face was not good-looking, although he politely let them into the house, but there was no welcome on his face.

The decoration and arrangement of the house can be described as rich and luxurious, with a duplex structure, two floors, the sea outside the window, a crystal chandelier in the center of the ceiling, the lights are dazzling, and the bright floor reflects the human figure. Xiao Tao looked staggering, it is worthy of being the highest priced mansion in S City, and the people who live in it are either rich or expensive.

"I think I've told you everything I know, and if there's no progress on the case, please don't bother us. Since Xiaohui's accident, my wife's mental condition has been poor, and she can't stand the stimulation anymore." After striding a few steps in the room, Chen Jinfeng sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

Chen Jinfeng is twenty-seven years old, and although he is young, he is already the owner of a trading company. The foreign economy is not good, he transferred the company to the mainland half a year ago, who expected that the company was not on the right track, and such a thing happened at home. Fang Yaxi has been bedridden since the accident, and Chen Jinfeng handled the affairs of his wife and sister. There were a lot of things that made him anxious and annoyed.

"We have already surveyed the balcony of the fall, and the possibility of an accidental fall has basically been ruled out, so the cause of the fall may be suicide or ...... He kills." Jin Chen's sonorous and powerful voice echoed in the room, making the already suspicious case even more confusing.

"Xiaohui is just a student, she usually has no grudges with others, who will kill her? But why is it suicide?" Chen Jinfeng pressed the cigarette into the ashtray.

"Officer Kim......" A soft voice floated slowly from a distance.

A woman appears at the top of the staircase. Tall, fair-skinned, melon seed face, and a pair of beautiful big eyes soaked in thick melancholy. She is Fang Enhui's sister - Fang Yaxi.

Since graduating from the police academy, Jin Chen has been engaged in criminal investigation, and reassuring the families involved in the case has also become part of his job. If you are unfortunate enough to encounter this kind of tragedy, the family members will generally have an emotional breakdown, crying and fainting directly, but only she is the most different.

Such an extremely repressed composure is more touching and more tragic than a direct outburst.

"Why did you get down? Didn't you lie upstairs?" Chen Jinfeng saw that his wife was going downstairs, so he hurriedly stood up and hurriedly ran up the stairs, "Just took the medicine, don't go downstairs to move, be careful of catching a cold." He grabbed his wife's hand and whispered a few words of advice, ready to send her back to the room.

Fang Yaxi quietly withdrew his hand, "I'll come down to move, and...... I have something to say to Officer Kim." She spoke weakly, holding the computer in one hand and the railing with the other, as if she would fall when the wind blew.

Chen Jinfeng still wanted to persuade again, but it can be seen that she insisted on doing so, so she had no choice but to let her. He took his arm and carefully helped her down the stairs step by step.

Fang Yaxi walked up to Jin Chen's side, "Officer Jin, this is Huihui's computer, after you see it, everything will be understood."

Jin Chen nodded.

Fang Yaxi staggered to the sofa and sat down, and the words just now seemed to have used all her strength. She sank into the couch and looked at a picture frame on the round table.

It was a photo of the two sisters when they were young, and the photo was taken at the gate of the welfare home.

Sister Fang Yaxi was wearing a red dress, small black leather shoes were shiny, two braids hung down on her chest, and two red hair cards were pinned to the ends of her hair. The hairpin is very beautiful, and it will sway up and down when it encounters the wind, like two little butterflies flying high. Her eyebrows were crooked, and she had a sweet smile on her face.

Unlike her sister's dazzling brilliance, her younger sister Fang Enhui looks much bleaker. She wore a crumpled shirt on her body, the shirt was no longer visible because of her age, and she didn't wear socks on her feet, so she directly kicked a pair of cloth shoes. The dirty upper had a hole that was not too big or too small, and a small toe peeked out of the hole shyly.

She looked very nervous, her whole person was like a bow with a full string, her two little hands clutching her pants tightly, and her eyes looked at the camera in horror, like a frightened bunny.

This is the only photo of the two sisters when they were young, and after taking this photo, the elder sister Fang Yasi followed her adoptive parents to the United States, and the sisters have been separated for more than ten years. Now that my sister is back, I still want to reunite my sisters, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen.

Fang Yaxi looked at things and thought about people, his slender fingers gently rubbed the photo, and his eyes instantly turned red again.

Jin Chen turned on the computer, and the files on the desktop were all emptied, and only a Word document was left on the empty screen.

File name - "Eun Hui's Diary".

Click on.

I never met my parents, and the children's home was my home for as long as I can remember.

The conditions of the welfare homes in the remote countryside are shabby, and the walls are mottled and peeling. During the rainy season, strings of rainwater seep through the roof. The aunt in the welfare home stuffed me with a shabby plastic basin and told me to put it in the leaking place, I curled up in the corner wrapped in a quilt, and stared stupidly at the basin on the bed, and the small puddles in the basin splashed with muddy small splashes.

I also have an older sister and we are twins, but we have very different personalities. My sister has a very sweet mouth and is also very good at coaxing people. The aunt in the welfare home was often coaxed by her sweet mouth and smiled, and then stuffed handfuls of candy into her hands. I looked at the candy bulging in her pocket, and my eyes were full of astringent envy.

From time to time, people go to the welfare home to adopt children, and I lie on the windowsill and watch them leave one by one, and my heart is full of unspeakable reluctance. I took my sister's hand and said I didn't want to be separated from her. After all, she's my only relative in this world. My sister patted me on the head and laughed and called me stupid.

My sister is leaving. The dean said she was going to the United States, a far away place. I don't know where America is, I just know that I never seem to see my sister again.

I cried and dragged her to prevent her from leaving, and the dean came to persuade her, and I held her hand tightly. In the end, it was my sister who pushed me away, waved at me, and then got into the car without looking back. I cried and shouted and ran after the car for a long distance, and finally, until I had no strength, I collapsed helplessly to the ground.

A month, two months, half a year has passed, and there has been no news from my sister. I asked the dean why my sister didn't come back to see me. The dean looked at me with pity, your sister climbed the high branch to enjoy happiness, why will she come back? I don't know what it means to "climb a high branch", but I know that my sister won't be coming back.

A year later, I was adopted by a middle-aged couple and also left the orphanage.

The unfamiliar environment overwhelmed me, and the strange people scared me.

My adoptive mother was an ordinary country woman, her health was very bad, she walked a little farther and gasped, and such a body could not do any heavy work, so in addition to doing simple housework every day, she was chanting sutras and knocking wooden fish in the smoky Buddhist hall.

My adoptive father was a painter, and he spent most of his time alone in the house painting. He didn't allow others to disturb him when he was painting, and once his adoptive mother called him to eat, and shouted several times, he rushed out of the door and lost his temper, and his adoptive mother didn't dare to say anything, but secretly hid in the kitchen.

I was a little afraid of him, but he never got angry at me, and he was smiling and kind when he spoke to me. He also told me to stand by and watch when he painted, and sometimes he taught me how to draw.

No matter who they treat, they are as polite, humble and kind as ever, so the reputation of the neighbors is very good.

In the beginning, they were also excellent to me. I have my own room, which is small but warm and comfortable, and I don't have to worry about cold water droplets when it rains.

My adoptive mother would buy me all kinds of clothes and snacks. I've never seen so many nice clothes, delicious snacks, and I feel like I'm really happy. In return, I have great respect for them, and my academic performance is also very good, and I take the first place in the exam every time.

I thought I'd live like this forever, but when I was in middle school, everything changed.