His surname is Lee, and my surname is Lee, and what that means is self-evident. So far, among the people involved, the only one surnamed Li is my father, Li Yiran. First, his father's carving knife was found in the coffin in Kuta Village, and then Li Yiran in the list of eight people, as well as the puppet carved by his father appeared in the case of the woman in red, and Mr. Li once went to the coffin shop and personally asked for a strange coffin.

Everything points to Li Yiran.

I think back to the tone in which Dr. Chow said these three words to me, his emotions were very mixed, including arrogance, smugness, and sarcasm, and Dr. Chow thought that saying these three words would plunge me into endless despair. I have to say, Dr. Chow has done it.

During this long interrogation, I learned a lot of information and clues, and these clues can be strung together by only one thread. But I began to waver, I wanted to know the truth, but I was afraid that the truth would be like a sharp knife to my heart.

Although Dr. Zhou did not explicitly say that the strange man in red was Li Yiran, I could tell from his tone. His meaning is very clear, he wants to tell me that the strange man in red is Li Yiran, my father. I don't want to believe it, I really don't know what unfortunate things happened to my father, but I know that Lee is deeply in love with me.

Every person is a potential suspect, everyone can become a suspect, and every seemingly unreasonable motive and thought can become the cause of homicide and crime. I have never denied these views, but I have to be rational to say that when my father encounters unsolvable pain, he will also go down the path of sin.

Ever since I found out that my father was involved in the case, I was completely mentally prepared. However, Dr. Zhou's words directly shattered the rational bombardment that I had established. I never thought that the strange man in red would be my father, it would be Li Yiran, the tiger poison still does not eat children, not to mention, my father loved me so deeply in the past.

All the memories that I can still remember came to my mind at this time. I can remember the scene where my father carved a puppet for me, the scene where my father took me on a trip, and the scene where my father carried me in a circle. The year my father died, I still remember the back when he sent me to the platform of the train station, that back, tall, kind.

My mother and I have never done anything worthy of my father's abandonment, and I don't want to believe that my father would hurt me like this.

"Professor Li, Zhou Kun is definitely talking nonsense." Jiang Jun was stunned for a long time before he finally said such a sentence: "His purpose is very clear, he just wants to disturb your mind." If your father is related to the case, I would like to believe that, but I don't believe that the red coat is your father! He's almost killed you several times! ”

Jiang Jun couldn't accept it, I lowered my head, and my nose was a little sour.

"Is it necessary for Zhou Kun to lie to me?" One of my rhetorical questions made Jiang Jun swallow his words back. All of us understand that Dr. Zhou will either not tell the truth, or he will tell the whole truth, or part of the truth, and now that he is doomed to die, there is no need for him to lie to me at all.

Dr. Zhou's purpose was indeed obvious, he wanted to plunge me into despair, but whether he was lying or not, I could tell at a glance. He wasn't as calm and good at disguise as I thought he would.

I suddenly remembered that in the cold winter of my father's funeral, when I hurried home from City B, my father's body was gone. It was winter, and it was impossible for the corpse to decay so quickly that it had to be cremated. I asked several times, and my mother's answer was the same every time: my father had gone crazy before he died, and he was afraid that he would catch a contagious disease, so he was cremated in a hurry.

But now that I think about it, many of the claims simply don't hold true. Although we have always lived in a small place in G City, which belongs to the suburbs, our family conditions have always been not bad. My father got rich by carpenter's trade, and the money he left behind could be used to get a few medical personnel to dispose of the body, at least until I could go back and see it.

Family affection is priceless, and the mother is not stupid, she will not think of this. However, the final result made me regret it for many years. In those years, I was immersed in grief, my mother and I never took the initiative to mention my father, and I didn't want to think about my father anymore.

I've always numbed myself with work, and now I have to face it again. It was only now that I had the opportunity to reflect on it, and it was only now that I finally realized that something was wrong: my father might not really be dead.

In this world, there are only two people who can really care about my mother, me and my father. On the day her mother left the police academy, she lost her soul and took the initiative to go out of the police academy. Not long after I spoke with my mother on the phone, she also knew that I was far away in the border province, so it was impossible for Mo Yin to imitate my voice and ask my mother out to meet.

Then, the voice that can still make the mother have such emotions and take the initiative to leave the police academy is the only one.

I don't know whether to be happy or sad, but I'm happy that my father didn't die, and it's sad that my father is very likely to be the same person as Dr. Zhou said, and the weirdo in red. When I was very young, my father had long hair, but his hair was repaired every year so that it didn't grow like a woman's.

The long hair of the strange man in red reached to the waist, and as a man, it would take years to grow. In the year of his father's funeral, his hair grew to the shoulders, and now that seven or eight years have passed, it is not difficult to extend the long hair to the waist.

It's just that I suddenly forgot why my father had to keep his hair long.

When I overlapped the figure of the stranger in red and my father, I was shocked to find that if the stranger in red took off the weird bright red high heels on his feet, he and his father seemed to be about the same height. His father was already emaciated, and the red-clothed eccentric was even thinner, and his muscles and skin began to atrophy.

I've heard the Stranger in Red speak, and his voice is different from my father's, but as soon as I hear it, the Stranger in Red's vocal cords are damaged, and it's definitely not his original voice.

I've seen the face of the red-clad freak too, but his face has always been covered in whole or in part by his long hair, and his face has almost no muscles, like a layer of skin directly wrapped around the bones of his face, and I can see that before the red-clad freak's body was not corroded by stimulants, his appearance was completely different from now.

That is, I heard the voice of the stranger in red, not his real voice, and the face of the stranger in red I saw was not his original face. All I saw was the strange man in red, who had changed, what he would have looked like, I don't know, if he would be a father, and I wasn't sure.

I've had several encounters with the Red Monster, but he hasn't killed me every time. As for Jiang Jun or others, he has really moved to kill. I also don't know if this is a sign that the tiger is poisonous and does not eat children, but what I do know is that not only him, but many other people, they all had the opportunity to kill me, but none of them chose to do it.

"Professor Li, I still don't think the weirdo in red will be your father." Jiang Jun didn't know how to refute my words, he lowered his head, and his voice was full of loneliness.

Jiang Jun and I have always believed that the psychology of the strange man in red is deformed. Otherwise, a man will not make himself look like that, and a normal man will not wear bright red women's clothes, nor will he wear women's exclusive high heels, let alone make himself look like a ghost.

I have the impression that my father has a very optimistic attitude towards life. We live in a small suburb and don't have much contact with other people, but everyone in the neighborhood knows that my father is very kind and gentle, and he has always cared for me and my mother, and my father has always cared for me and cared for him.

I don't believe that such a person would have such a serious psychological deformity.

I looked out the window at the clouds, could they be the same person?