Photos hidden behind whiteboards.

The woman who appeared in the flinch.

Those with bandages on their faces.

He recalls the last time he saw his sister. At that time, she also had that bandage on her face.

She said goodbye to her family and left for Guangzhou, saying that she wanted to see Zhu Ansheng.

He never came back.

What does this mean exactly?

A surprise attack on himself by his brother-in-law. Three in a row are probably only known to him and his brother-in-law about their own privacy issues.

All kinds of signs seem to show that for a while, Zhu Ansheng suspected that he was not the real "Xia Liang".

Other words......

In this world, someone is impersonating themselves? Even, even the demeanor, behavior, and tone habits can be imitated completely consistent-otherwise Zhu Ansheng would not have used such a private question to confirm his identity at all.

What the hell is this...... What's going on?

The more he thought about it, the more creepy Xia Liang felt from the bottom of his heart.

"Xia Liang."

Zhu Ansheng's voice woke Xia Liang up from his memories, and he looked at his brother-in-law with a wry smile:

"You're not confused, are you? I called you a few times and you didn't hear me. Come, brother-in-law will take you to the hospital. ”

Xia Liang was silent for a while, and suddenly asked:

"What are you thinking?"

Zhu Ansheng was stunned.

He went on to ask:

"Why do you think I'm not me?"

Zhu Ansheng scratched his hair and laughed twice.

"It's nothing. Every time you come, you will park the white Accord downstairs, and besides, with your character, it is very wrong not to ring the doorbell before entering the door. ”

Xia Liang was stunned. His eyes slowly widened, full of incredulity.

Because he didn't have his wallet and driver's license, he didn't plan to drive without a license, so he took a colleague's ride, and because he guessed that the wallet was on his brother-in-law, he was annoyed for a while, and he didn't ring the doorbell and slapped the door directly.

Just because of these two abnormal details, Zhu Ansheng had doubts about himself.

Perhaps, every time he came to Ansheng's office to look for him, he was observing himself without a trace to confirm whether he was really "Xia Liang......

Xia Liang stared at Zhu Ansheng directly, and slowly spoke:

"Brother-in-law...... Who have you been looking for in the past few years? ”

"Oops!" Zhu Ansheng patted his head and took out a wallet from his pocket:

"I almost forgot about it, when I went to school with you yesterday, you left my wallet on me, and I never found a chance to pay you back."

As he spoke, he stuffed his wallet into Xia Liang's arms and put his arm around his shoulders and picked him up.

"Did you drive? Didn't drive, did you? Let's call a taxi and send you to the hospital to lie down, this injury is easy to fall into the root of the disease if it is not cured. ”

Xia Liang looked at him deeply and didn't speak again.

Arrived at the hospital. Hung up on an emergency room. The nurses who came to carry people were surprised when they saw Xia Liang, who had a blue nose and swollen face on the stretcher.

"Are you being robbed?"

"Nothing, nothing, accidentally falling." Zhu Ansheng touched the back of his head and snorted haha.

Xia Liang said coldly and vaguely: "Let the dog bite." ”

Zhu Ansheng's smile froze on his face.

After examination, Xia Liang's injuries were not serious, there were no fractures, and most of the injuries were injured, thanks to his good physical fitness, the doctor said that he could be discharged as long as he lay down for two or three days.

Zhu Ansheng also felt guilty about this matter, and he was busy serving tea and pouring water for Xia Liang and buying fruit and peeling it, looking like he was so distressed that his brother-in-law was injured, and he avoided talking about the sudden attack in the dark room in the office. It's just a chatter and a chat with him about the things of the South and the South of the World, which is called the attention diversion pain reliever.

Xia Liang suddenly said to him:

"Pick out my pockets."

Zhu Ansheng was stunned and did so. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a packet of squished double happiness.

"The cigarette you want." Xia Liang said coldly.

He grinned wryly.

In the time that followed, Zhu Ansheng stayed with Xia Liang and did his best to take care of the injured, even the murder case in Huangsha was left behind.

In the evening, Xia Liang said that he was okay and told him to get out. Zhu Ansheng couldn't resist him, so he got up and went home to sleep.

The next day, Sunday. It was Fu Sizhe's funeral.

The sunlight poured onto the edge of the bed, and Xia Liang opened his eyes.

He took his phone next to the bed and glanced at the text message from his brother-in-law.

Zhu Ansheng wants to go to the funeral home to have a look. According to him, seeing that the living clues are about to be burned, I feel unhappy from the bottom of my heart.

Xia sighed in his conscience that this guy was really tasteless, and called a nurse.

"I'm going to be discharged."

……

After struggling with the doctors and nurses in the hospital for a long time, Xia Liang finally got out of the hospital wearing a bandage.

He stopped a taxi and rushed straight to the young light middle school.

Zhu Ansheng attaches so much importance to the students in that school, there must be something strange in it.

He took his wallet, mostly for his police card.

If there is any place where you can't conduct an investigation and inquiry without a police card, except for Fang Qing's house and Tianhe City Plaza, there is only the light left.

Since Zhu Ansheng doesn't plan to let himself know the truth.

Then he will have to investigate it himself.

There are no classes on Saturdays, and only a handful of juniors will return to school to revise.

After Xia Liang explained his intention to the security guard at the door, he went directly into the school.

The goal of his investigation was clear and clear - he walked directly into the principal's office and asked the principal if any police officers had come to investigate Fu Ying'er during the period from Friday to Saturday noon.

The principal thought for a moment and quickly gave the answer:

Shortly after school on Friday, a police officer surnamed Zhu did come to school.

Xia Liang's eyes lit up, knowing that he had come to the right place.

According to the principal's recollection, the process of the investigation of "Officer Zhu Officer" first went to the floor of the junior high school students, walked into the classroom and questioned more than a dozen senior high school students who were reviewing. Luckily, a student in the same class as Fu Yinger told him what had happened.

Officer Zhu asked many people questions about Fu Yinger's social circle at school, and got some interesting gossip: Fu Yinger recently got quite close to a class of students named "Shi Zuocai", and it seems that Fu Yinger cried once in the classroom because of his affairs.

As for the "Shi Zuocai", with the evaluation of his classmates, it is somewhat strange:

He is always silent and behaves very ordinary. Occasionally, he will do something quite shocking. The explanation of the class teacher surnamed Zhen is that he experienced family changes in his early years, was an orphan, and was diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome, which is commonly known as "genius disease". The way of thinking is boundless.

He also got information about another schoolgirl. The transfer student in the next class, whose name is Liu Yanshi, seems to have a good relationship with Fu Ying'er and is very popular in the school - most importantly, she is often bumped into and Shi Zuocai going home together.

The photos taken secretly in Zhu Ansheng's dark room came to his mind, and he faintly realized in his heart that he might have touched some extremely important clues.

After that, the principal called the campus security guard and asked the security guard to take Xia Liang to the laboratory on the seventh floor.

According to the security guard, the police officer, surnamed Zhu, also asked questions about the storage of chemical reagents in the school.

When the school staff took him to the laboratory to check it, they found that some of the chemical reagents in the laboratory showed signs of being stolen.

Chloroform for biological experiments was replaced with plain water.

In addition to this, the "stolen" chemical test was also a small amount of sulfur and a can of gaseous fluorine.

……

Undertaker makeup.

Put on a shroud.

Send wreaths.

The process is tedious and heavy. Fu Ying'er didn't have any expression on her face, and calmly held Fu Sizhe's posthumous photo and walked towards the inner hall.

There are not many relatives who come. Fu Sizhe's two younger sisters and their children are all Fu Yinger's cousins.

The empty mourning hall reverberated with the host's speech. Fu Yinger recalled the bits and pieces she spent with her father, but she couldn't think of too many memorable things.

She couldn't tell what kind of mood she had about her father's death.

I always feel very heavy. But I didn't feel like crying.

Fang Qing, who was beside her, secretly put the dogwood she picked from near the funeral home into Fu Ying'er's pocket and whispered in her ear:

"When you get out of the funeral home and cross the first intersection, remember to throw it away."

Fu Ying'er nodded.

Why did Dad die?

Why is the funeral ritual so cumbersome?

Do people really have souls after death? Can he see it all? Will he know what I'm thinking?

Fu Ying'er thought indiscriminately.

It is said that a person will experience three deaths in his lifetime.

The first is a physical death, the heart stops, there is no breathing, the brain is no longer functioning.

The second time was a funeral. It means that the person also no longer exists in society.

The third time is when everyone is forgotten. All traces left by that person in the world will be completely erased.

Will you forget your father?

How long will it be before you forget him?

Did he really love this home?

It seemed like she would never know the answer.

"Now is the farewell ceremony for the body, and relatives are invited to take turns to come forward and say goodbye to the body."

The host's words woke up Fu Ying'er, she held the portrait in her arms in confusion, followed the guidance, and walked step by step to the body in the middle wearing a shroud.

Fu Sizhe's face could not be restored. The upper half of the face was covered with a small red cloth. Only the pursed mouth was exposed.

It still looks peaceful.

An irrepressible sadness swept up Fu Yinger's heart like a storm.

She staggered slightly, the strings in her heart broke, and she began to cry.

Fang Qing behind him also couldn't cry.

That's the last one.

After walking out of the mourning hall, you can't turn back.

……

Outside the door of the funeral home, a woman stopped. She leaned against the door of the Porsche and lit a cigarette.

She doesn't look young anymore. More than forty, wearing sunglasses. The demeanor is full, but there is a kind of mature charm that belongs to this age.

The sound of leather shoes tapping sounded behind him.

"Mind borrowing a fire? Ms. Wu Meiqin. ”

Zhu Ansheng said with a cigarette in his mouth and a smile.

Hu Meiqin turned her head to look at him and took out the lighter in her bag.

Zhu Ansheng lit a cigarette and asked vaguely:

"Why don't you go in and have a look?"

Hu Meiqin shook her head: "After all, I'm not a relative." She looked up at the air of the funeral home again, and there seemed to be gray smoke in the air. He's been cremated now. ”

"Yes." Zhu Ansheng put his hands in his pockets, and replied with embarrassment.

After a pause, he smiled again:

"I didn't expect you to really come from Shanghai to see him."

Hu Meiqin spat out a puff of cigarette, lowered her eyebrows, put her elbow on the side of the car, and flicked the cigarette ash.

"I wasn't going to come. We haven't been in touch for more than ten years, so we can't talk about any friendship. It's just that half a month ago, the person surnamed Fu suddenly contacted me and said that if he had the opportunity, he would like to meet me......"

Zhu Ansheng frowned slightly when he heard this.

……

Xia Liang walked out of the light with a heavy mood and took out his mobile phone.

He had already confirmed that he had opened the can of fluorine gas and smelled the same smell as the smell emanating from Zhu Ansheng's secret room.

This also means that Zhu Ansheng actually knows very well that the murderer is likely to be the chloroform stolen from the young light. If you can get the surveillance footage from Saturday, everything will fall into place.

But why didn't he do it?

The phone was connected, and Xing Guangkun's voice came from the other end.

"Xia Liang, come back quickly."

Xia Liang said:

"Team Xing, I have a new discovery here, about the chloroform ...... used by the murderer"

"Come back first!" Xing Guangkun sounded a little anxious.

"What's wrong?"

Xia Liang heard the sound of inhalation from the other end of the phone.

"Fu Sizhe's murderer ......"

“…… Surrendered. ”

Xia Liang was stunned.

Xing Guangkun hung up the phone and turned around with a solemn expression.

Around the corner of the interrogation room, several police officers escorted them in front.

Slowly emerging from around the corner was a wheelchair.

There was a man sitting in a wheelchair. A young man.

He has long hair and a delicate face......

His lips were slightly open, and his eyes were blank.

The person pushing the wheelchair is Liu Yanshi.