The surname Lee, my surname, my father's surname. There was a boom in my head, and when I asked my mother if my father was a good person or a bad person, my mother's "I don't know" echoed in my ears again. I took two steps back, my head hurting and my body burned like it was going to burn.

If Dr. Zhou hadn't helped me in time, I would have collapsed to the ground. Dr. Zhou gave me a concerned look, but he stopped talking, as if he was afraid of exposing the fact that I was sick. My lips trembled, and Jiang Jun immediately ran over to help me, and he asked me what was wrong.

Jiang Jun thought that the old wound on my body had recurred, after all, we have been constantly injured for so long, and the old wounds have not healed, and new injuries have been added. I didn't tell anyone about my father's possible involvement, because I wasn't sure yet, and even if I did, I wouldn't know how to tell everyone.

Even Jiang Jun only knew that his father's name appeared in the list of eight people left by Wang Xin, and I didn't tell Jiang Jun about the carving knife.

Hearing Mr. Li's three words, Jiang Jun didn't react, everyone called me "Professor Li", and when the last two words were replaced with "Mr.", he didn't notice the abnormality. Only the attentive Liu Jia was the first to find out, and she muttered: "Professor Li, that Mr. Li, does it have anything to do with you?" ”

The expression on my face couldn't escape Liu Jia's eyes, and when she said this, both Dr. Zhou and Jiang Jun looked at me in surprise, especially Jiang Jun, who must have thought of the list of eight people left by Wang Xin. Jiang Jun hesitated, and finally squeezed out a few words: "Professor Li, is it ......?"

Jiang Jun's words were not finished, but I understood what he meant. When the conspiracy began, when I got Sun Xiang's key, when I found the strange coffin according to Sun Xiang's key, all this shows that all the conspiracy is related to kraft paper, and all the people who are related to kraft paper, or related to this coffin, are related to the grand conspiracy.

Whether people are good or bad, the standards are different, the good person in my mouth is a person who does not break the law, even if he is arrogant and domineering, bullying, as long as he does not break the law, then this person is a good person in the legal sense. And when a person violates the law, he becomes a bad person in my eyes, and the people who fight for the kraft paper, and the people who have something to do with the coffin, almost all stand on the opposite side of the law.

The Mr. Li in the mouth of the coffin shop owner is no exception.

Could he be a father?

My father's carving knife appeared in the coffin, his name appeared in the list of eight people, the cause of my father's death was unknown, and my mother hid my father's past from me, all of which were related to Mr. Li at this moment. All have something to do with the coffin, and they all have the surname Li, will there really be a series of coincidences in the world?

Although I didn't want to believe it, the voice in my heart persuaded me: Mr. Li, it is my father, Li Yiran!

The owner of the coffin shop apparently didn't know what was happening, he was still wallowing in his own grief, he was crying, his shoulders shaking. He held the fat and oily corpse and refused to let go. The corpse seemed to have no eyes, but a closer look revealed that because there was too much fat on the face, the corpse's facial features became inconspicuous.

I asked weakly, "Did anyone call his name?" ”

I'd like to make a final confirmation. However, the owner of the coffin shop couldn't remember it anymore, he only told me that Mr. Li was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and his whole body exuded a special aura, and when he stepped into the threshold of the coffin shop, the owner of the coffin shop felt that the air around him seemed to have dropped a lot.

The man was so cold that two words came to the head of the coffin shop owner: underworld. However, Mr. Li's demeanor is very temperamental, which is completely inconsistent with the rude appearance of the underworld brother in the impression of the owner of the coffin shop. But what is certain is that if the other party makes a move, the coffin shop owner will definitely die in an instant.

The Mr. Li described by the owner of the coffin shop is completely different from my impression of my father. My impression of my father, kind, gentle, kind, in short, he has nothing to do with the adjective indifference, I still remember when I was a child, my father picked me up, rubbed my face with the stubble on his face, outside the door, laughter, my mother watched, my father hugged me in a circle.

I had the luxury of hoping that I was lucky, maybe it was really just the same surname.

My father passed away in my second year at the police academy, and seven years have passed. I asked the owner of the coffin shop to remember when Mr. Li came to the coffin shop, because time is very important to me. The owner of the coffin shop was crying, and he didn't seem to have the strength to think at all.

I guided him step by step through the recollections, and I even asked him how old his son was when he became ill, and Mr. Li when his son was present. Finally, the owner of the coffin shop gave me a vague time: between eleven years ago and twelve years ago.

I was stunned for a moment of calculation, and the result of the calculation was on the same page as a sensitive year: 1988.

This year, a lot of things happened, the first thing I learned was the first case of the serial murder of the woman in red in G City, and then through other investigations, what happened in the same year was the establishment of an abandoned factory and closed down three months later, and the death of Xu Rongzheng, one of the founders of the abandoned factory.

The owner of the coffin shop said that he only remembered that when Mr. Li appeared, it was a harsh winter, and he was going to take thick clothes to dress his children, but before he could do it, Mr. Li stepped into the coffin shop.

Let's assume that the year when Mr. Li appeared was 1988, then the sequence of what happened in this year is as follows: the earliest is the establishment of the abandoned factory, the first month of the establishment of the abandoned factory, the case of the woman in red in G City, the third month of the establishment of the abandoned factory, the factory closed down inexplicably, and the second month after the factory closed, Xu Rongzheng died in a car accident, and then in the winter of the same year, Mr. Li came here to build a coffin.

I put the chronology in such a good order that I was afraid that I would forget it later, and my intuition told me that there was some kind of correlation between the order of these things. The timing of Mr. Li's coming to build the coffin seems reasonable. After the closure of the abandoned factory, the locks on the cabinets inside were removed so that they could fit on top of the coffin, so he found this place.

As for why I found this coffin shop, maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe it was because the owner of the coffin shop had a good skill in making coffins. Mr. Li may be the only one who built the coffin, or maybe he is just one of them, but there is no doubt that they are very fond of the coffin, which may have some kind of meaning.

I think back to 1988, when I was still in school in City G. I remember growing up, my father went out a few times, but only two of them took me out, but unfortunately I can't remember where I went. In 1988, it seems that my father was out of the house as well, but I'm not sure because it's been so long that I can't relate the events of that year to the year.

After the coffin was built, the others who followed Mr. Li handed over the payment to the coffin shop owner on the spot. It was night, there was no one on the street, there were several trucks parked outside, and those people carried the coffin onto the truck themselves, and they were careful not to break the coffin.

Mr. Li leaned against the door, as if thinking about something, and he lit a cigarette. When threatening the owner of the coffin shop not to reveal the news, Mr. Li flicked a few puffs of cigarette at him. After that, the trucks drove away, and the coffin shop owner never saw the Mr. Li again.

It had been so long that he had almost forgotten about it, until a month ago, when the police came to his door and asked a lot about the coffin. The owner of the coffin shop panicked, he knew that an inexplicable sum of money must not be easy to come by, and he even regretted it a little, feeling that he should not have taken over the business because he knew that his child could not be saved, because it was likely to involve him in the case that the police were investigating.

The owner of the coffin shop told me what had happened that year, and then Jiang Jun called the police.