Qin Yan carefully recalled the location of Yu Chihong, Yu Chixuan and George after entering the basement at that time. The distance between Yu Chihong and George was about 4 meters, and Yu Chixuan was lying next to George. George didn't take a weapon, and if it was a gun fired by Wei Chihong, it was not considered legitimate defense.

"If the detachment leader shoots in that situation, it is nothing more than hatred for the prisoner." Zeng Jinling analysis.

Mo Yuqing stood where George was lying at that time, staring fixedly ahead, she seemed to see Yu Chihong standing there with a gun in both hands, her whole body exuding cold, she closed her eyes in some shock.

Wan Xing walked alone into the next compartment, in addition to the hall, there were several cubicles in the basement, separated by a solid stone wall, each with a heavy iron door, each space was enclosed. She looked around in several compartments, and when she entered the innermost compartment, she suddenly noticed that there was something shiny on the ground in the corner. She walked over quickly, crouched down and saw that it was a HelloKitty metal button. The basement has been thoroughly searched before, and it is impossible that this button has not been found, so it must have been dropped by someone in the past few days. She took the glove out of her pocket and put it on, picking up the button.

After returning to the Public Security Bureau, Wan Xing immediately went to Cao Chongshan and asked him to inspect the button.

Cao Chongshan extracted fingerprints from the buttons, and after comparison, there were Zhang Yajie's fingerprints, and there were also small fingerprints belonging to children.

Qiao Yan slept groggily until noon before waking up. Mo Yuqing asked a little policewoman to help take care of her, and the little policewoman went to the canteen to buy white porridge and appetizers and brought them to the office. Qiao Yan ate some and felt much more comfortable.

Wan Xing walked into the office and saw that Qiao Yan was awake, so he told her about Fu Yiming's arrival in the office in the morning. "It's interesting to say, that Zhang Yajie, one of the members of AC6, is actually a hellokitty controller, the same as Beibei."

"HelloKitty control? Why? Qiao Yan was surprised.

Wan Xing told her that a HelloKitty metal button was found in the basement of Misty Hills, with the fingerprints of Zhang Yajie and a child on it. "That button has been checked, it is from the latest hellokitty children's wallet, Zhang Yajie should like it very much, so she will carry it with her, and accidentally dropped the button in the basement."

Although Qiao Yan is still dizzy, her brain can still work. Wan Xing's words were like a key inserted into the keyhole, opening a secret door in her head. "Wanxing, you help with something." She whispered in Wan Xing's ear.

Wan Xing's eyes widened in surprise. "Won't it?"

"I shouldn't be wrong in my judgment." Qiao Yan groaned, "I thought there was something wrong with that person before, but I haven't figured it out. ”

"Okay, I'll figure it out right away." Wanxing immediately agreed.

Zeng Jinling and Mo Yuqing went to the scene of last night's shooting and analyzed the crime scene.

"The victim was driven into a cul-de-sac and attacked from the front with two bullets on his body." Mo Yuqing carefully looked at the bullet holes on the wall, "However, there are a few other bullets that missed, but the murderer fired at a very close distance." ”

Zeng Jinling nodded and said, "This is definitely a layman's crime, and the detachment leader is not a murderer." But his fingerprints were found, he did come to the scene last night, right? ”

As night falls, two men are talking secretly in a residential building in the city.

"I heard that Li Dong was killed, and we are also in danger." Among them, the skinny man with glasses looked nervous.

Another, stout man had a fierce look in his eyes. "I'm not going to let that cop go!"

Shortly after the stout man left, the bespectacled man was shot and killed in the house. Yu Chihong stood in front of the dead man, and there was a piece of paper on the ground next to the corpse, and he picked it up. The frowning brow, the depressed face, and the gloomy eyes made his whole person seem to be shrouded in a layer of frost. Outside there was a sudden whistle of a siren, and he quickly slipped the paper into his pocket and left the scene.

The deceased who was shot was named Liu San, who, like Li Dong, was one of the three fugitives from the kidnapping of Hai Wenqing's former residence seven years ago.

"Two bullets in the body are the same as the method of shooting Li Dong." Li Shuhua said after the autopsy.

"Someone saw that the detachment leader had been here." His subordinates came over to report to Duan Zhiming what they had learned from eyewitnesses.

"Wei Chi is not a murderer!" Li Shuhua shouted angrily, her face flushed.

"Don't get excited, we all believe that he is not a murderer." Li Shuhua has always had a gentle temperament, and Duan Zhiming was shocked by her emotional appearance, "But why did he run away, it's really incomprehensible, no one will wronged him." ”

Li Shuhua's eyes glistened with tears. "That's because...... Even though he lost his memory at the time, he still believed that he had shot and killed George, believing that he was a murderer. And the real murderer this time is likely to take revenge on him. He must want to find out the truth, but he is already wanted, and if he does not escape for the time being, he will not be able to rely on his own strength to find out the real culprit. ”

Yu Chihong walked into the basement under the ruins of the Misty Mountains, this was the first time he had entered this place after seven years. Touching the scene, those painful memories came to him like a tidal wave. He took out the piece of paper left at the scene of Liu San's murder from his pocket, and on it were a few words cut and pasted in the newspaper font - murderer police, go to death!

"Did you shoot?" He sat on the ground, depressed to the point of despair. Over and over again, he asked himself, "Did you shoot?" It was you who killed Qiao Yan's father, and you are her father-killing enemy! ”

"Bang-" He heard a dull gunshot, as if through the years, coming from a distant world. In front of him, a bloodied and dying George appeared, and he crouched down to George's side, pressing his hands against the wound in his chest, and he raised his hands tremblingly, soaked in blood.

The illusion was gone, there was no George at all, and there was no blood. But Wei Chihong's hands were still trembling violently, and the intense pain spread from the depths of his heart, hurting to the bone marrow, to every fingertip, to every fiber, and so painful that he wanted to scream. There was a coughing sound behind him, and he woke up suddenly, and when he turned around, he saw Qiao Yan standing behind him. Qiao Yan also came here for the first time after seven years, and there seemed to be a voice in the dark, calling her to come.

Yu Chihong staggered to his feet, wanting to caress Qiao Yan's emaciated and haggard face. But he hallucinates again and sees blood on both of his hands. He shuddered quickly all over his body, and his heart twitched suddenly, and it hurt so much. These hands bring all the memories with them! He tried to hide his hands, but there was nowhere to hide.

Qiao Yan dropped the bag in her hand and held him comfortingly with her spasmodic hands. Her fingers were slender but powerful, and then, in that moment, a strange, knowing emotion bound them together, as if they had become allies, about to fight side by side against something. He quickly grabbed her by the waist and led her into the next compartment and closed the iron door. The soundproofing here is very good, and the speech will not be eavesdropped.

The two stood quietly opposite each other, saying a thousand words, but they didn't know where to start for a while, until Qiao Yan's cough broke the peace.

Wei Chihong looked at her carefully, she was very pale and haggard, and her beautiful eyes had lost their former brilliance because they contained too much sorrow. Reaching out to touch her forehead, it was still a little hot. His heart ached as if he had been pinched, and he pulled her into his arms, and they embraced, her body twitching and trembling in his arms. For a long time, all I could hear was his violent wheezing and her coughing.

"Qiao Yan, I'm sorry." Yu Chihong was overwhelmed, he stroked her hair and neck, and sighed lowly, "I don't know how to make up for the damage done to you." ”

"I believe in you." Qiao Yan's tears soaked his clothes, and she choked up and said, "I believe that seven years ago, it wasn't you who shot and killed my father." ”

Yu Chihong took a deep breath. "Why do you believe it?"

"From what I know of you, you will not ignore your sister's dying pleadings, nor will you surrender your body to hatred and destroy yourself." Qiao Yan raised his face, through the misty eyes of tears, his face seemed to be immersed in a pool of autumn water, blurry and distant, "Why are you running away?" You obviously didn't do anything. ”

Wei Chihong was shocked by her teary gaze, and his heart suddenly ached. "This case is revenge on me. Last night, Li Dong called me and said that he was going to turn himself in, and when I left the hospital and arrived at the agreed place, he had already been killed. I deduced Liu San's hiding place from Li Dong's belongings. These two men were killed to frame me, and the murderer's purpose was to saddle me with the crime. ”

"Who is it? Why? Qiao Yan asked.

"I'm not sure either, maybe it's another of the three fugitives, maybe it's ......" Wei Chihong's throat was astringent, "what if...... Your father is not dead......"

Tears rolled down from the corners of Qiao Yan's eyes, those eyes were wide open, and the black eyes looked at him for a moment. "There is no escaping the past." Her voice was fluttering. "Whatever the truth is, you can't move forward without facing it. Let's uncover the truth from seven years ago. ”

"I've always wanted to know the truth about seven years ago." Wei Chihong's voice was a mixture of sourness, begging, and struggle. His tone was low and sincere, and every word seemed to be dug out from the depths of his heart, dripping with blood, "But, I don't want you to peek into my heart, I'm afraid." ”