Sixteen years later, the case that had been closed before was closed, someone suddenly came out and turned himself in, which made the police feel quite tricky.

Although there is evidence of Qin Yumeng's private prosecution, in a society that is constantly improving the rule of law, the most important thing is the chain of evidence compared to testimony.

Xiong Mao'an is dead, which does not mean that all deaths are without proof.

Although Qin Yumeng ruined the phone card for sending text messages, Xiong Maoan's crazy crush back then was her, not Wen Caiwei, as long as you check carefully, you can still find clues.

In the absence of direct evidence, as long as relevant evidence is found to form a chain of evidence, Qin Yumeng's murder can be established.

If it were to be left to ordinary people, it might be difficult to find out what happened sixteen years ago.

But for the Si family, this is by no means a difficult thing.

Si Yunting saw Qin Yumeng, Shu Ange didn't know what kind of conversation happened between them, but after he came back from the police station, he didn't seem to be in a good state, and he was a little depressed.

The dusty past stirred up waves again, and Shu Ange didn't know if she was doing the right thing.

She hoped that Si Yunting could get out of the haze of the past as soon as possible, but she was not willing to see him lose his soul.

Two days have passed in a blink of an eye, Shu Ange pinched her fingers and calculated, in the memory of the original owner, this is the time period when she encounters various accidents every time she goes out.

Shu Ange has never forgotten to investigate the cause of the original owner's death, she suspected that the mastermind behind the scenes was Si Yunyi, and when she went out, she also paid attention to whether anyone was staring at her around her.

Especially the last time she went out, in order to lure the snake out of the hole, she almost didn't take any precautions.

There were no accidents, which made Shu Ange a little uneasy.

What went wrong, it stands to reason that she has been a maid for longer than the original owner. If the other party wanted to prevent her from treating Si Yunting, now there was even more reason to take action.

"Accompany me back to the old house."

Si Yunting said the first half of the sentence first, and when Shu Ange looked up at him, he said the second half of the sentence: "It's time to visit grandma." ”

"Is it as a girlfriend?"

Shu Ange asked, and Si Yunting nodded: "The remuneration will arrive tomorrow." ”

What she cares about is obviously not money, Shu Ange retorted bitterly in her heart, but she couldn't say it in front of Si Yunting.

The relationship between the two is still one step behind.

After Si Yunting came back from the police station, he was obviously full of worries, but he didn't talk to her about his thoughts.

Appearing in the Si family's old house again as Si Yunting's girlfriend, Shu Ange's words and deeds are much more natural.

There was no banquet this time, there were not many people in the old mansion, and there were no eyesores.

After arriving at the old mansion, Shu Ange first accompanied Si Yunting to greet the old man and the old lady Si, and then went to his room together.

Si Yunting opened the door, and Shu Ange was surprised to find that after so many years, the layout of the room had hardly changed from sixteen years ago.

The place of the desk, the vase on the coffee table, and the easel covered with a canvas.

The sketch of the young Si Yunting could not be sent out, Shu Ange looked at the expressionless Si Yunting, as if he saw the little boy who was fourteen years old, sitting seriously in front of the easel and seriously depicting the appearance of his parents.

"Is this the room you used to live in? The furnishings are very warm, simple and elegant. ”

"My mother helped me set it up when she was alive."

Si Yunting looked at the easel covered by the canvas, and his voice was slightly hoarse and low.

Shu Ange took two steps forward, stood side by side with him, raised his hand, and finally drooped down.

She had no reason to hold hands.