"Uncle Sun!" Li Zhiyuan stood in front of the window and shouted excitedly.

Suddenly hearing this familiar voice, Sun Hongfei, who was standing in the window crying, turned his back and wiped his tears. In front of him was the person he lingered in his mind after the death of Lao Li and Liu Mei, he was worried and afraid, but now he didn't dare to face him.

The person who detained Li Zhiyuan followed him upstairs, he grabbed Sun Hongfei's arm, half-squatted, and asked in a begging gesture: "Uncle Sun, did he really kill my biological parents?" Then why haven't they been sentenced? Li Zhiyuan showed the text message to Sun Hongfei.

Sun Hongfei couldn't cry anymore, and his lips were pursed.

Li Zhiyuan almost choked, his eyes were red, and he shook Sun Hongfei vigorously: "You tell me!" Tell me! ”

The police pulled Li Zhiyuan away.

"I'm sorry, Zhiyuan. Everything in this text message is true, and I am complicit. Li Fu did run a pottery company before, and I was his assistant, and I knew about it. And after Li Fu killed someone, I helped him wipe his ass and used the money to buy a scapegoat. Li Fu and I both felt that our consciences couldn't get over, so we transferred the company to someone else and came to this quiet town, where we made clay pots together for a living, and wanted to spend the rest of our lives in peace. He really thinks of you as his own son, but as you grow up, you look more and more like your mother. We're getting scared more and more, and we're afraid that you'll be ...... O iniquity, iniquity! The sadness and guilt that penetrated the bone marrow hit Sun Hongfei. In the room, it seems that every corner of the table, chair and bed carries a heavy sorrow.

"Nope! No! Li Zhiyuan, who learned the truth, roared hoarsely, his face was flushed, and his whole body was trembling, he wanted to kill the white-haired old man in front of him who had given him happiness, but he was tightly grabbed by the police. His heart was broken by the people he once loved, and a warm heart gradually cooled. "What's the use of you policemen, you haven't even found out the real cause of death of my biological parents!"

The police escorted Li Zhiyuan away.

Sun Hongfei watched Li Zhiyuan's back drifting away, his eyes were full of tears, and he felt very guilty and blamed himself. This is a dry face that has been through the vicissitudes of life, the vertical and horizontal wrinkles are full of years of wind and frost, the wet and dry tear stains are clearly recognizable, and the white stubble covers most of the face. "Li Fu and I have been living a miserable life all the time, and we are sorry for this child."

Zhuang Ling helped him sit on the sofa. "Now that we have taken him into custody, he is on serious suspicion. And the incident between you and Li Fu forty years ago, I will investigate it clearly. If true, you will also be sentenced. Looking at this old man, he was somewhat depressed and distressed, but he had to send someone to take him back to the police station.

Zhuang Ling and Xiaoyue returned to the police station with the police force.

The person who texted and whether he was involved in the homicide. However, the number was empty, and they had no way of locating his location. He would definitely text again, so Zhuang Ling confiscated Li Zhiyuan's mobile phone.

The archive room was at the end of a dimly lit corridor, and Zhuang Ling and Xiao Yue could only hear their own and each other's footsteps. It's a long time ago, and very few people have been here. Zhuang Ling hopes to find information about the case here.

"February 14, 1978." Zhuang Ling read silently in his mouth, looking for it in the rows of materials.

"Found it, Officer Zhuang!" Xiao Yue happily and proudly handed the information to Zhuang Ling.

"Yes, I'm looking for information faster than me. The police need to be so attentive and agile. ”

Zhuang Ling opened the file bag.

The document reads, "Date: February 14, 1978. Case: Two bodies were recovered by the river in Yinxi Town, the deceased had their hands and feet tied, and there were multiple wounds on their bodies. It was found to be a husband and wife, Jiang Hong and Tang Ling, and the age of the deceased was 30 years old. The cause of death was suffocation caused by a rope around the neck. After investigation, the deceased was killed in Anting Mountain that night. The next day, a middle-aged man named He Ping turned himself in, claiming that he had killed them for stealing money. He Ping was sentenced to death. ”

"The killer in this case turned himself in the next day, which is not usually the case for repeat thieves. This fake murderer should be the scapegoat Sun Hongfei was looking for. He and Li Fu did such a thing, but they escaped with money. This is a fact that we are the police. Now I'm going to apply for a re-investigation of the case. ”

Zhuang Ling returned to the office, looking at the information and pondering. The police officers who handled the case at the time were all retired, and he had no way of knowing the exact circumstances. From Sun Hongfei, he learned the name of Li Fu's former pottery company. Zhuang Ling turned on the computer and looked up the company's information on the Internet. The first item that popped up was the news titled "The CEO of a certain pottery company suddenly handed over the company to others". The company went out of business a few years after the transfer, and there is no further information.

"Officer Zhuang, I have appealed for a heavy sentence in this case, and Sun Hongfei has surrendered." Xiao Yue brought a cup of coffee and said to Zhuang Ling, who was full of sadness.

"Thank you, but I always feel that things are not that simple. Sun Hongfei said that the killers they hired when they committed the crime had already used money to silence them, so why did the stranger who sent the text message know the truth about the matter, but never reported it? The more Zhuang Ling thought about it, the more worried he became.

"Officer Zhuang, our current task is to find the owner of this strange number, don't worry, we will always find the murderer."

"Alas, it's easy to say, it looked like it was about to solve the case, but it turned out to involve a case more than forty years ago." Zhuang Ling took a sip of coffee, and the bitter taste stimulated the taste buds, as if it had been flowing into his heart.

Suddenly, Li Zhiyuan's mobile phone rang with a message reminder tone. Zhuang Ling thought it was a text message from the stranger.

The end was sent by a note named "Honey" "Did you sleep?" QQ message.

Although it was already a night shadow building, Zhuang Ling still went to the detention center.

"Li Zhiyuan, who is this person?"

"He's my girlfriend."

"Where is she now? We can ask her about whether you are lying. ”

"I don't know where she is, she doesn't know about it. Actually, we never met, we just used QQ to chat. Can you give me my phone, I want to reply to her, right away. ”

"Yes, you can."

Li Zhiyuan replied: "My dear, I have something to do in the past few days, so don't look for me for the time being." Two minutes later, no one answered. "Well, she must be angry." At this time, Li Zhiyuan lowered his head, a little sad.

Zhuang Ling didn't expect that a man who was so indifferent on the surface would have such a tender side.