"Do you have any pictures of your son, give us one."

Deng Ming looked at the old man.

"Photos, wait a minute."

The old man hurried into the house, and after a while, he came out again.

"It's the only picture of my son." The old man pointed to the man in the middle of the three in the photo, "That's him." ”

There are three people standing in the photo, and the wall of the room is in the background.

"Who is this little girl in the picture?"

"She." The old man thought for a moment before saying, "At that time, I heard him say that this is a girl he adopted, and he named her Gu Yinyin. ”

"Gu Yinyin?"

"yes, that's what it is." The old man recalled.

Xing Yi and the two glanced at each other.

Coupled with the strong proof of this photo, all the circumstances are consistent with Gu Yin's description. Basically, they can be sure that the suspect they are looking for is Mao Yige.

"Don't disturb your rest."

The two of them put away the photos and walked out of the courtyard one after the other under the old man's gaze.

The kindness on the old man's face disappeared from sight with the backs of the two.

He turned back into the house, walked past the black bag on the floor, and went straight to the bedroom on the second floor.

After carefully closing the door, he went to the bed and sat down.

He leaned down and pulled out a heavy box of biscuits from under the bed.

A person who loves to hide secrets under the bed in a box that he keeps safe, is nothing but self-deception. After the arrival of the police, he finally felt a hint of crisis.

He knew his life was short, but these secrets had to disappear into the dust before he did.

The old man opened the lid and took out a stack of yellowed photographs in an envelope.

Damn, shit, these damn cops, this is my baby.

Holding the photo, he scolded again in his heart. Then, as if he had made up his mind, the old man gritted his teeth and got up from the bed with the photograph.

He was going to burn these things to the ground.

He put on his coat and held on to the stairs and carefully stepped down the old stairs, continuing through the black plastic bag to the front door.

It seems that God is not going to forgive this former sinner so easily, now old and infirm.

What the old man never expected was Xing Yi's sudden return gun.

"Where are you going?"

The old man looked at the tall man outside the house and was completely stunned.

The photo in his hand followed his trembling and spilled all over the ground.

"You, you, you"

The old man opened his mouth and couldn't say anything for a long time.

"Old man Mao, what are you nervous about?"

With a faint smile, Xing Yi easily took the envelope containing the remaining photos from the old man's hand, and took out a random glance from it.

"It seems that Old Man Mao, there are some unspeakable secrets that can't be said?" He curled the corners of his mouth and instructed Deng Ming to his side, "Ah Ming, help him pick up the photos on the ground." ”

"No, no need, I'll do it myself."

The old man half-bent down to block Deng Ming's movements, but was stopped by Xing Yi with one hand.

"You'd better go back with me."

Xing Yi had a smile on his face, but the coldness in his words made the old man tremble again and again.

"Good"

The old man nodded sluggishly, shuffling his faltering steps and turning and walking into the house.

"Ah Ming, put away your things and wait outside." Xing Yi glanced at the old man in the room.

"God, boss, he's an old pervert."

Deng Ming shook the photo in his hand and looked at the old man in disgust.

He naturally saw the content of the photo in his hand clearly, this old man said so high-sounding on the surface, and he actually did this kind of thing in private.

"Get out first."

At this moment, in the living room on the first floor, only the old man and him were left.

"Mr. Mao, you can consider telling your unspeakable secrets."

Xing Yi pulled out the chair in front of the desk and sat down in front of him, forcing him to face himself.

"I said it, I don't have anything to hide!"

The old man shook his head, his eyes flustered.

"You've been hiding your secret for so long, don't you want to share it with me?" Xing Yi smiled faintly, took out a photo from the envelope and put it in front of him, "Since you have done such a thing, you have to know that one day God will open your eyes." ”

"You," the old man swallowed hard, "how do you know?" ”

"Are you asking me how I know your secret fetish, or how I can tell that you deliberately hide the expression of something when you speak?"

The old man lowered his head unnaturally and lowered his face even deeper.

"What father, out of human selfishness, would want his son to be punished by the law? But you seem to want to guillotine him, and there seems to be something hidden in it. ”

"So I deliberately didn't ask and left, because I knew you were going to make a move." He took back the photo in front of him and stuffed it into an envelope, "Now it seems that you are afraid that your son will tell you about you before he dies, and then he will die in his old age." ”

The old man kept his mouth shut.

"Actually, of course I don't know about your secret fetish, I just thought you were hiding something, but I didn't expect that with an unexpected harvest Mr. Mao, you can explain to me where these large-scale photos of boys came from."

Any photo he took out in his hand could sentence him to ten years.

"I, I don't know"

He still shook his head, his eyes were more flustered than before, and his old body trembled unconsciously.

"I have a message about you here, would you like to hear it?" Xing Yi glanced at him coldly and continued, "Mao Senquan, a well-known photographer in the last century, is good at taking photos of people with physical defects, and is known as the "Godfather of Disabled Beauty". ”

“”

"Your personal information also shows that you don't have a son and you're not married," he grimaced, "Can you explain why?" Xing Yi looked at him with low eyes.

"I'm not married, but I have a son." The old man insisted.

"Really? But there doesn't seem to be any adoption in your name. It seems that the so-called son in your mouth is from an unknown source. ”

"I bought him. His parents abandoned him on the side of the road and was picked up by a woman who was picking up garbage in the neighborhood, and the woman knew she couldn't afford it, so she sold it around the neighborhood. The old man raised his head slightly and looked at Xing Yi, "At that time, he was dying, and I also knew that he had a disability, but I still bought him." ”

"Speaking of which, I'm still his savior."

The old man suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, and continued to argue, "Shouldn't you go and catch that murderous kid now, why are you here holding on to the events of more than ten years ago?" ”

"Besides, that's the person he killed, it has nothing to do with me, it's his own brain that is not normal"

The old man once again spoke bluntly without remorse, which made Xing Yi completely put away his kindness.

"Mr. Mao Senquan." His voice was cold, "I want to ask, did you really buy him because he was dying, not because of his physical defects, which can be used as a tool for your private production of deformed works in the future?" ”

"The reason why Mao Yige has become a madman who takes pleasure in killing people, you have to pay full responsibility!"

Growing up under such a photographer's perverted artistic outlook, Mao Yige has become another mad artist with both psychological and physical defects and even more crazy behavior.

"Me"

An old and frail former offender has lost the mental ability to play games with the police as he did when he was younger.

The old man suddenly collapsed, covered his eyes with one hand and cried lowly,

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I beg don't catch me"

"I won't arrest you unless you can go back decades and pay for your sins."

Xing Yi didn't have the slightest sympathy, and glanced at him indifferently.

"Live your old age in prison."

The old man stopped talking or crying, but just looked ahead in a daze.

Xing Yi stepped out of this place that was full of disgusting atmosphere, and pushed the door open with one hand, and the fresh air in the courtyard came to his face.

"Ah Ming."

"Yes." Deng Ming trotted over in response.

"Let someone from the bureau take him back and file a case for prosecution."

"Yes, but boss, it's been so long, what if those victims don't want to testify in court?"

"Give this case to Yan Yusheng, he will find a way." He whispered.

"Then I'll contact him right away"

Deng Ming was holding his mobile phone, and suddenly the mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrate.

"Hey."

Taking advantage of Deng Ming's phone call, Xing Yi leaned against the tree in the yard and lit a cigarette.

The smoke slowly inhaled and exhaled from his mouth, wafting in the smoke cloud.

After understanding the psychological state of the criminal, his heart was heavy at the moment as if he was being suppressed.

The injuries suffered by the criminal have created his extreme indifference and cruelty.

He knew he was about to find her, and such perverts usually had a low level of patience, and he feared that she would be poisoned at the slightest hint of uncooperation.

"Team Xing, it's not good."

This was Deng Ming's first sentence after hanging up the phone. And he rarely calls Xing Yi Xing's team.

"What's wrong?" He raised his eyes slightly.

The effect of nicotine makes him unusually calm at the moment.

"Shu Ran's phone, Gu Yinyin is gone."

Deng Ming handed him the phone.

"Hey." As soon as Xing Yi put the mobile phone to his ear, a woman's eager voice came from the other end.

"Xing Yi, Gu Yinyin disappeared and disappeared in Qin Muyuan's manor."

"There's no way it's going to go away, what about the surveillance in the manor."

"The surveillance has been avoided without exception, and it should be an insider who took her away, who is very familiar with the structure of the manor." Shu Ran said helplessly, "This is actually related to me, it should be a maid who took her away, and she was taken away from me, I saw that her facial features were particularly delicate so I was suspicious, but I didn't stop it in the end."

"The maid is a man." He suddenly said coldly.

"What man?" Shu Ran was obviously puzzled.

"I'll talk about the details later."

Fang Cai's cigarette seemed to make his mind completely clear.

From the moment he drove to the Qin family's manor, everything was a third party doing something from it. Whether it was the Qin family's bodyguard who drove the car and provoked him, or the maid who took Gu Yinyin away, they were all alone. Because of the convenience of his natural "disability", he changed to play various roles, infiltrated Qin Muyuan's side, and infiltrated into their lives.

He had already set up a game, just waiting for them to throw themselves into the net.

Xing Yi threw down his cigarette butt and stepped on the embers.

"You forgot, do we still have a positioning chip?"

"Yes, positioning!"

Shu Ran suddenly realized that before the two of them went out together, she gave the brooch with a positioning chip to Gu Yinyin as a fake gift, and pinned it to her skirt with her own hands.

This is just a second-hand preparation just in case, but it immediately comes in handy at the moment.

"Ah Ming, tell Yang Yi to turn on location tracking."

"Yes!"

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