Unexpectedly, Wen Zichuan's entire family is a murderer? ...

Cheng Sizhou understood what he meant. Yu Ming was just an ordinary person. When he asked relevant departments and social groups for information, his authority was often limited and he encountered many obstacles.

If the police do not come forward, the vehicle management office will not cooperate with the investigation, let alone find out the reasons.

"I have a friend in the criminal police detachment. I'll ask him. Maybe the police know more information than we do."

"I knew you had a solution," Yu Ming said, finally letting out a little of the anger that had been lingering in his chest. "I'm taking the afternoon train back home. You know my mom's not in good health, and my dad's hand..."

"Alright, enough talking. This is my responsibility. You've been on guard all night, so let me take over."

"Take good care of Master's Wife, and we'll keep in touch."

After Yu Ming finished speaking, he patted his shoulder solemnly.

Seeing Yu Ming turning around to leave, Cheng Sizhou suddenly called out to him: "Brother, there is something I shouldn't say now, but..."

"Don't hesitate, just say what you want to say."

"On New Year's Eve, I went to my master's house for dinner. He found out about you and Xu Yang. He said that if she followed you, you two would have to work hard together. I know Yangyang. She's a good girl who's willing to endure hardships and work hard. She doesn't care that much about family conditions. You..."

"I see. I have to go home and pack my bags. I'm leaving now."

When Wen Zichuan found this place breathlessly, he happened to hear them saying their last words.

The snow light illuminated the corner of the stairs, and he saw at a glance that Cheng Sizhou's left cheek was swollen and asymmetrical with his right cheek.

"What's wrong with your face?" Wen Zichuan deliberately made his tone more curious than concerned, fearing that Yu Ming or others would misunderstand their relationship.

Cheng Sizhou shook his head and did not answer, which of course also meant that it didn't matter and it was not a big deal.

Yu Ming went downstairs and passed by Wen Zichuan: "He came late and was beaten by his father."

Wen Zichuan's expression changed immediately. Why was it his dad again? He was his biological father, and he was a doctor. Didn't he know his physical condition? Beating him like this wouldn't make him able to go out and see people during the New Year. Even after the New Year, when he went back to work, the swelling might not go away.

After all, he is an adult who is almost thirty years old. Why don’t you give him any face at all?

"What are you doing here?" Cheng Sizhou pulled up his hat, trying to cover his face, but it didn't quite work. "Aren't we going to catch the bus back to Fengbo?"

"The noon bus is still in time."

"There are a lot of people during the Spring Festival travel rush, so remember to get to the station early."

Wen Zichuan approached him, and using the cover of his hat to gently place his hand on his face: "Does it hurt?"

The swelling, pain and heat in the wound were somewhat relieved by the coolness of the palm, but the eye sockets became even hotter.

Cheng Sizhou took his hand, rubbed it twice, and pulled the corner of his mouth bitterly: "It doesn't hurt."

"I saw your master's story online. I heard you rush out and sent you a message, but you didn't reply, so I called Officer Zhou."

Cheng Sizhou took out the cell phone from his pocket. Zichuan had sent him several messages, but he was so worried about his master that he didn't notice them at all.

For a moment, he began to resent himself again, hating himself for always taking care of one thing and not the other. What he was best at was making all expectations go unfulfilled and making everyone disappointed in him.

Wen Zichuan hugged him in a not-so-intimate gesture: "I know you're worried about your master. I was afraid you were too upset and wouldn't be able to hold on, so I came to the hospital to see you and to convey what Officer Zhou said."

"What did he say?"

"He said that Dragon Ridge Mountain is located at the border of two provinces, and that the police from both provinces need to work together to investigate. It will take some time to find out the results. As a friend, he understands your feelings and hopes that while you worry about your master, you will also take care of yourself and leave professional matters to professionals."

"That sounds like his tone."

Wen Zichuan let go of him: "Come up? See if there's anything I can do to help. I'll come with you."

Cheng Sizhou hesitated: "My dad is upstairs. If you don't want to see him, you can..."

Wen Zichuan interrupted him: "We can't live without seeing each other for the rest of our lives, right? I want to kidnap his son, and he must remember what I look like."

When the two returned to the lounge, several leaders of Dengbo had already left, leaving only Cheng Xuecheng and Lin Xin.

Cheng Xuecheng also stayed up all night. This morning, leaders from the Lantern Festival and the Cultural Center, as well as colleagues and friends with whom he had good relationships in the industry came over one after another. The situation was beyond the control of young people, so he had to rely on him to hold it up.

"Cheng Sizhou is here. It's his turn to accompany you," he said to Lin Xin, who was sitting on the bed. "Xinxin will bring you lunch at noon. You must insist on eating some and take care of yourself."

Lin Xin neither nodded nor shook his head, just sat there dejectedly, his eyes almost distracted.

Everyone knew that she was suffering. She lost her daughter in her early years, and now her husband's life or death was uncertain. If something happened to Mr. Jiang, her last concern in the world would be gone.

When entering the room, Cheng Sizhou tried his best to avoid Cheng Xuecheng's gaze, and walked to Lin Xin with Wen Zichuan: "Master's wife, I'm here."

Hearing his voice, Lin Xin finally had some reaction. She tremblingly held his hand and said, "Xiao Zhou, you're here. Sit down, sit down."

Cheng Sizhou felt sad. His master's wife and his mother were of the same age. Although Ms. Wang was busy with work, she only had a few gray hairs in the past two years, while Master's wife Lin's hair was already mostly white.

"Master's wife, this is my roommate, Wen Zichuan." He took a step forward, pulling the person behind him. "We'll both accompany you. If you're tired, take a nap. If you need anything, just call us."

Lin Xin looked up at Wen Zichuan, then said to Cheng Sizhou: "What did you say?"

"I said, if you're tired, take a nap. If you need anything, call us."

"No, not this one, the one before it."

"This is my roommate, Wen Zichuan."

Lin Xin's eyes widened, he sat up suddenly, and grabbed Wen Zichuan's clothes with both hands: "What's your last name? What's your name? Where are you from?!"

Wen Zichuan was startled, but he didn't dare to move, letting her grab him: "My name is Wen Zichuan, from Fengbo."

"Your last name is Wen. Who are you to Wen Duo? What is your relationship with Wen Duo?!"

"...Wen Duo, he's my father."

"You're Wen Duo's son? You're Wen Duo's son!" Lin Xin suddenly threw back the blanket, disregarding her image and the fact that Cheng Sizhou was sitting next to her, and kicked Wen Zichuan again and again. "Murderer! Your whole family is murderers! Xiao Zhou, help me call the police! Arrest the murderers! Arrest them all!!"

Cheng Sizhou was completely confused about the situation and was so scared that his brain crashed. In desperation, he could only separate Lin Xin and Wen Zichuan first.

Wen Zichuan was even more surprised and at a loss. He staggered back a few steps and then stood there in a daze, not daring to move.

What murderer? How could their family be the murderer?

He only knew that his father Wen Duo had been an apprentice to Master Lin for a few months and then left. It was not surprising that Master Lin's wife knew his father, but why did they say that their whole family were murderers?

Cheng Xuecheng walked up to Wen Zichuan, his face still as cold as ice. "You can see that something big has happened in our family. From last night until now, his mistress has been emotionally unstable and can't stand any more stimulation. As your elder, I beg you to leave first, okay?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know..." Wen Zichuan was completely confused.

Cheng Sizhou comforted his master's wife, then pushed Wen Zichuan out of the lounge, his thoughts in a mess.

"Brother Zhou, I'm not... Could it be that your master's wife recognized the wrong person?" Wen Zichuan asked him with a puzzled look on his face.

Cheng Sizhou took his hand, but he could not feel any warmth. His whole body felt like it was pierced by an ice knife countless times, cutting into his bones and flesh but not bleeding. "I'm sorry, Zichuan, I don't know what's going on. Master's wife is a very good person, there must be some misunderstanding..."

"Brother Zhou, my father has been abroad because he has another woman, not because he killed..."

"I know, I know, and your dad is your dad, and you are you... But I'm really confused right now, I need some time, please give me some more time."

"Okay, I'll give you some time, and you give me some time. I'll ask my mom again and get everything cleared up, and then we can discuss it."

Wen Zichuan took the high-speed train back to Fengbo. With every passing second, he was further away from Cheng Sizhou.

In the past, he had asked his mother about his father, but Lin Hanzhen was reluctant to answer. After asking so many times, she just said that his father had gone abroad with another woman and would never come back, so he should not worry about him.

Wen Zichuan has always felt that this was his mother's sad story, so he should not ask if he could.

But what happened today was so shocking that he was sure that what Mrs. Lin said was the "murderer." He also hoped that she had recognized the wrong person or that he had heard it wrong, but he had a vague feeling in his heart that things were not that simple.

The Spring Festival is approaching. People are carrying large and small bags and taking the bus back home. Children are chasing and playing with each other. It seems that everyone is happy and full of expectations. Only he has never experienced a true reunion and never looks forward to the so-called reunion.

"Hello, Xiaochuan, where are you?" Lin Hanzhen called him.

"We're almost downstairs." Wen Zichuan got off the bus and still had to walk a few hundred meters to get home.

"I'm making sweet and sour pork ribs for you. I'm out of vinegar. Bring back a bottle when you pass by the store."

"Okay," Wen Zichuan agreed, but he also felt that he had to lay the groundwork for this conversation. "Mom, I have something to ask you."

Lin Hanzhen was probably busy cooking. She paused for two seconds before saying, "Okay, when you come back, we'll eat and talk."

The roadside store had been open for many years, and on the rainy day when his father came back, he also went there to buy things.

It was raining heavily that day. He gathered all his strength to catch up with his father's car, but was kicked into the gutter by the woman and suffered from stomachache.

If he can't get over this hurdle, he may never want to enter this convenience store again in his life.

But Wen Zichuan is not the kind of person who would be sad and self-pitying after suffering a blow. Sufferings are everywhere in life, and he can walk out of them on his own and then step over them.

In the end, he not only bought vinegar, but also a few cans of beer. If the answer he got was worse than he expected, he could at least use alcohol to temporarily numb himself.