After eating, Wen Shan took the initiative to clean up, and Mo looked at him quietly.

"You know, right?"

Mo's sudden words made Wen Shan a little confused.

"Know what?"

Mo looked at his pure eyes, I don't know if he was too good at pretending, or if he really didn't know what he was talking about, but now these are not important, since he knew that Wenshan had recovered his memory, he guessed that the police had known his identity, and now there was nothing to hide.

"You already know who I am, right?"

"Do you mean Lin Mo's identity?"

"yes, I think you should have known about it for a long time, right?"

"Well, from the beginning of the investigation of the White Bone Case, I had doubts about your identity, until I recovered my memory, I knew it all."

Mo looked at the polite man in front of him, as if anything could make him not surprised.

"Then why don't you ask me why?"

"Ask what? These are your own private matters, and since I can't help you, I won't mention them again, it will only add to your troubles. ”

Wenshan turned his back to Mo, brushing the dishes in the kitchen, Mo looked at his back, and felt that the person in front of him might be the only person in the world who knew him.

"Let me tell you a story!"

"Okay, listen up."

"There was a little boy who was not favored by the god of luck since he was a child, and his father left this world shortly after he was born, and since then he has lived with his mother and sister. When he was older, his mother fell in love with a simple and honest man, who treated his siblings very well as if they were their own children, and they quickly accepted him. The child thought that he would live happily ever after, until the man and his mother had a child of their own, and everything changed, happiness, luck, like a bubble, fleeting. During my mother's pregnancy, my sister was always covered in bruises, and no matter how much the little boy asked, my sister didn't tell him. One night, he heard movement outside the door, looked at the window, and found that his adoptive father had sneaked into his sister's room. ”

Wen Shan looked at the tears that were about to fall in Mo's eyes, and the clenched fists, he knew that this story was about Mo himself, he took two napkins from the side and handed them to Mo's hand.

Mo wiped the corners of his eyes, and continued: "The little boy followed, saw the side of his adoptive father, and the next day he found his sister and wanted to take her away, but she didn't want to, she was afraid that the person who left her would vent her resentment on her mother, and she was afraid that her brother would be hungry again as before, and now at least there was a place to shelter from the wind and rain and have enough to eat, and in this way, they lived in that environment for a few years. I don't know why, his sister couldn't think of committing suicide, and on the day he buried his sister, he learned that his mother knew what his adoptive father had done, and she was just turning a blind eye. The little boy always thought that his cowardice had hurt his sister, and he had been living in deep self-blame. After his sister died, he fell in love with the night, and he was waiting, waiting for an opportunity, a chance to avenge his sister. Finally, he waited, and he orchestrated a gas leak in addition to him, his adoptive father, his mother, and that half-brother. After they were buried, the little boy didn't want them to be buried in the ground, so he put their bodies in the crack of the wall in the night. ”

After Mo finished speaking, he let out a long sigh, and Wen Shan put his hand on his shoulder and patted it gently.