Chapter 118 Another Yellow Envelope

Yu Qing and Lu Chi came out of the police station.

The two walked down the street. Yu Qing was deep in thought, while Lu Chi appeared relatively calm.

"Are we just going to leave like this?" Lu Chi asked, puzzled.

"Otherwise, the goods have already been delivered, there's no point in staying any longer." Yu Qing walked ahead lazily, hands in his pockets.

Lu Chi quickly caught up and asked again, "But we haven't told them yet that the murderer is a woman."

"It'll be the same next time." He shrugged slightly.

"Shall we come again next time?" Lu Chi frowned.

“Next time, they’ll come looking for us.” Yu Qing’s lips curled up slightly, a hint of confidence in his eyes, as if he were anticipating something interesting to happen.

"when?"

"Let the bullets fly for a while, soon."

Yu Qing spoke with ease and confidence, as if everything was under his control.

Lu Chi quickly caught up again: "I feel like you've changed."

Yu Qing suddenly stopped, took out his phone to look at himself, touched his face, and said in a puzzled tone, "I think I've become a little more handsome."

“You’ve become smarter,” Lu Chi said earnestly.

Yu Qing glanced at him sideways: "Please, I'm a top student who scored 645, how could I not be smart?"

"You used to be very stupid."

Yu Qing's face darkened, and she stared at Lu Chi silently.

Lu Chi blinked, not understanding why Yu Qing had stopped talking.

After a few seconds, Yu Qing slowly said, "I finally understand why Officer Wang wanted to tear your mouth apart."

Lu Chi thought for a moment and said, "I just think that Teacher Qin's suspicions perfectly match the autopsy report. I don't think I'm wrong."

“But you’re also studying medicine.” Yu Qing looked at him quietly.

“Me?” Lu Chi was slightly taken aback, then shook his head: “I have only learned theoretical knowledge, and I have not practiced it yet.”

"Stop it. You'd better not try it out. Next time something like this happens, just tell me in private. Don't say it in front of so many people at the police station. They're colleagues. Saying that is no different from suspecting your own brother," Yu Qing said helplessly.

"I won't doubt you," Lu Chi said earnestly.

"Just take it as you giving me a friend card."

What is a "friend zone card"?

...

Summer nights come later than winter nights. Even at seven o'clock in the afternoon, you can still see a ray of sunset on the horizon. At this time, people who have finished dinner will take their fans and walk their dogs.

Yu Qing strolled leisurely into his residential compound. After an afternoon of discussion, although he and Lu Chi still had some doubts about the case, they had ruled out Qin Ruowei as a suspect.

They knew that only by finding more evidence could they truly uncover the truth of the case.

He had just reached the intersection when he saw a white Audi parked downstairs. Then a woman came down from his apartment building and got into the white Audi.

The car started.

The car window was open.

The woman in the car was focused on driving, expressionless, seemingly unaware of Yu Qing standing by the roadside, as she slowly drove past him.

Yu Qing stared at the direction the car had gone, her thoughts still fixed on the scene she had just seen through the car window.

It took him a while to realize that the woman seemed to be Lin Yueyue's stepmother; he had seen her photo on the bulletin board at the Normal University.

A name immediately popped into Yu Qing's mind—Shen Ran.

How did she end up here?

Yu Qing muttered to himself.

Filled with doubt, he slowly walked into the apartment building, still pondering the scene he had just witnessed.

When I got home, my mother, Li Qiulan, was busy in the kitchen, and the aroma of food wafted out.

Hearing the door open, Li Qiulan came out with a spatula, glanced behind him, and asked, "Didn't Xiao Lu come back with you?"

"He still has a paper to write, so he's staying at the university today."

Yu Qing bent down to change her shoes, but saw a bulging envelope on the shoe cabinet. The black writing was particularly eye-catching under the light. The envelope was addressed to "July 9, 2015".

"Mom, what is this?"

Yu Qing was a little confused and reached out to take it.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the envelope, Li Qiulan hurriedly ran over, quickly put the envelope into her apron, and said, "It's an old photo that a friend sent me. It's not very interesting. Are you hungry? I'll go get you some rice."

Yu Qing looked up and saw her mother's somewhat flustered expression, which deepened her doubts.

During the meal, Li Qiulan kept asking about Yu Qing's well-being, but Yu Qing gave perfunctory answers while his mind was repeatedly pondering the matter of the envelope.

This is not the first time.

The last time he saw an envelope was a year ago. It was around this time that someone suddenly visited and handed him an envelope. At the time, he thought his family was short of money, which led him to change his plans ahead of schedule and start making money.

Looking back now, it's full of doubts.

Over the years, Li Qiulan raised him single-handedly, giving him 50 yuan a day for pocket money. In an era where the average salary is 3,000 yuan, it's hard to believe.

What can you do with three thousand yuan?

Aside from daily expenses like cooking oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea, they barely managed to make ends meet. Li Qiulan never complained about money; she bought Yu Qing almost anything he wanted.

This is very abnormal.

"Mom, how did Dad end up in prison?" Yu Qing suddenly looked up at Li Qiulan and asked.

Li Qiulan's hand paused for a moment as she picked up some food, but she quickly recovered and placed a piece of braised pork into Yu Qing's bowl: "Didn't Mom tell you? Your dad used to like drinking. He hit someone with his car at night. It's my fault too. If I had stopped him then, your dad wouldn't have done that. Fortunately, he turned himself in and is trying to get leniency."

"Really?" Yu Qing's intuition told him that things were not so simple. He always felt that this envelope should be related to his father in prison.

"Would your mother lie to you?" Li Qiulan said, then used a spoon to ladle a bowl of pork rib soup for Yu Qing.

Yu Qing didn't speak, but her brows furrowed even deeper.

After Yu Qing asked the question, Li Qiulan became more talkative, seemingly deliberately changing the subject to avoid something.

Yu Qing ate a few bites and then returned to her bedroom.

He tossed and turned in bed, his mind constantly replaying the letter.

If it's really as simple as Li Qiulan says, why not let him touch the envelope?

Who delivered the letter?

What exactly does "Received on July 9, 2015" mean?

Does it happen every month?

Was the car accident in my previous life really an accident?

Or was it a premeditated murder?