"Old man, are you all right?" Ouyang Ping wanted to make a small foreshadowing, but it was too abrupt, he was afraid that the old man would not be able to accept it.

"Thanks to God, I can still breathe." The old man looked melancholy, "Xiao Lei, get busy with your go!" ”

Xiao Lei slowly withdrew from the living room.

"Old man, how long has it been since your son Gao Jianting came back?"

"He's been dead out there -- it's been more than a year."

The old lady bowed her head and wiped her tears.

"Don't cry, didn't we say it earlier, just let him die outside."

"I'm sorry, old man. We don't want to upset you. ”

"Comrade Public Security, it's not your fault, you don't know, this kid hurts the hearts of our old couple too much. You must have something very important to tell us, is it Jianting-he-he has an accident? ”

"This-" Ouyang Ping was speechless for a while, because the woman was even more sad, she was controlling and suppressing her feelings, and wiped her tears with a handkerchief from time to time.

"Comrade Public Security, you might as well say bluntly, for more than a year, our old couple has thought a lot. Do not have any worries. ”

Ouyang Ping looked at Han Lingling. Han Lingling took out a simulated portrait from her purse.

Ouyang Ping took the simulated portrait from Han Lingling's hand, stood up and walked to the old man: "Old man, please take a look at this portrait." ”

The old man took the mock portrait, and after looking at it, his eyes widened, he rubbed his eyes, looked at the mock portrait again, and then handed the portrait to his wife: "Old woman, look, isn't this our son Jianting." ”

The old woman took the mock portrait: "Mingtang, you are Jianting." Comrade Public Security, where did you come from? ”

"Old man, we're from Jingnan."

"Comrade Public Security, what's going on with this portrait?" Gao Mingtang seemed to have understood everything.

"Old man, are you sure this is Gao Jianting?"

"Old woman, you go to Jianting's room and bring the biggest photo album in the drawer." Gao Mingtang looked at his wife and said.

The old lady stood up and walked out of the living room.

In about two minutes, the old lady walked into the living room, holding a photo album with a square thirty centimeters in her hand. The old man took out a twelve-inch color photograph from the album.

"Comrade Public Security, you can understand what is going on when you look at this photo." Gao Mingtang said.

Ouyang Ping took the photo, this is an art photo, this art photo is almost exactly the same compared with the analog portrait, except for the difference in the density of the hair. Everyone knows that the long hair on the mock portrait was added later. Skulls can't fool a computer, but hair is different.

"This is the year before last when he took it, and he followed it like a demon, it's all our fault! After he was born, if he hadn't been raised as a girl, he wouldn't have fallen into evil, and our husband and wife regretted their stomachs and intestines. Look at the pictures in here. ”

Ouyang Ping took the album from the old man's hand, and then flipped through the pages one by one: the album contained photos of Gao Jianting in different periods, and most of these photos were dressed and dressed up by girls.

"Old man, how long has it been since Gao Jianting came back?"

"He hasn't been back since we met him in Jingnan last spring."

"Have you been to Jingnan?"

"I won't hide it from you, last year, he signed up for a sex reassignment operation in Jingnan, the hospital asked his parents to sign, he came back and grinded with us for a long time, looking for death and life, our couple had no choice, so we went to Jingnan with him. It's also because we can't get over the hurdles in our hearts, and after we came back, we didn't ask him again, thinking that when he ran out of money, he would naturally come back. ”

From the old man's words, it can be seen that the old man already knows what the comrades have come to Huting Town to do.

"Comrade Public Security, is something wrong with my son Jianting?" Gao Mingtang said.

"Old man, the situation is like this, on August 3, when several construction workers were cleaning up the construction debris on the demolition site, a body was found in an abandoned well, the time when the deceased was killed was in the summer of last year, this simulated portrait is based on the skull of the deceased, we finally found you, I want you to confirm it."

"Old man, it's all your fault! If you hadn't said so many ruthless words, Jianting wouldn't have even returned home! The old woman was choked with tears in her eyes.

"Yes! It's all my fault, it's all fate! At that time, I couldn't let go of this old face, and as a result, I pushed my son to a dead end. Gao Mingtang was in tears.

"Old man, right now, we can't confirm that he is your son Gao Jianting."

"Can't be wrong, this is my son Jianting."

"Second Elder, look at these three things again - this is the relic we found on the deceased."

Han Lingling took out the three things one by one and placed them on the coffee table.

The three things are a lighter, a wallet, and a trouser belt.

After reading the things, the two old men both shook their heads.

"Old man, have you taken a closer look?"

"That's right, we haven't seen him use these three things, and there are two valuable things on Jianting's body."

"What two?"