Chapter 76 "Racing God Qing!"
Fangfang watched the whole movie, but acted like she hadn't seen anything at all.
This movie has very little dialogue; it expresses that forbidden love through cinematic language, which is too profound for my child.
I don't understand the instructions, but I just think the potato chips are crispy, and they're gone in no time. I'll have to ask Aunt Ping to restock tomorrow.
Having not heard Qingzai tell a story for several days, the little uncle has become unusually clingy. At this moment, he is standing at the door of the children's room, his small body leaning slightly forward, bending over like a waiter on TV, making a gesture in a very convincing manner.
"please--"
Zhu Qing was thus invited inside.
The desk in the children's room still bears traces of crayon drawings made by Fangfang. The colorful lines are imprinted on the light wood surface, and Aunt Ping has tried many methods to erase them, but nothing seems to work. Zhu Qing, however, thinks it's fine that they can't be erased; these marks seem to be part of life. Since buying this house, living here from the height of summer until now, more and more of their marks have been left here.
"Lie down," Zhu Qing said. "It's time to sleep."
Surprisingly, Fangfang didn't pester Zhu Qing to tell her a story. The little one obediently crawled into bed and watched Qingzai sitting at her desk, writing and drawing on paper.
As long as his niece is here with Shengfang, he feels that even the bed is warm.
Adults are so pitiful; after watching a movie, they still have to rack their brains to do their homework.
"It's better to be a child," he thought, lifting his feet high and then slamming them down with a "thud."
After repeating this action a few times, Fangfang yawned and, accompanied by the scratching sound of Zhu Qing's pen, gradually drifted off to sleep.
...
Over the past few months, Shengfang has been subtly teaching her niece to enjoy life.
During breakfast, the little one ate slowly and deliberately, not rushing to get up as long as he still had milk in his mouth. This always reminded Zhu Qing of the first time she took him to the police station cafeteria; she was in a hurry to get to her case, while he, swinging his short legs, said in a serious tone—
"Investigate cases quickly, but eat slowly."
I don't know when it started, but Zhu Qing also learned to slow down her pace, and even arrived at the police station right on time.
In the conference room, the familiar sound of folding chairs being dragged around filled the air.
Mo Zhenbang was deep in thought as he flipped through the documents, while his colleagues took their seats one after another, bringing their own documents with them.
“I went to Fu Nian Ice Room with Xiao Sun yesterday.” Uncle Li opened his notebook. “The staff confirmed that the person in the photo is a frequent visitor recently.”
He waved Zhou Yongsheng's photo.
Police did not have a recent photo of the deceased; the photo was taken ten years ago and had been edited by the technical team, with the long hair being shortened.
"The clerk said he was just an ordinary middle-aged man in his forties, nothing special. He came alone, ordered shrimp rice noodle rolls with extra peanut sauce, and a glass of water."
He continued, "More than ten years ago, Zhou Yongsheng mentioned in an interview that he liked this shop's rice noodle rolls the most, and the text of that report is still posted in the shop. However, the owner only found out yesterday that the regular customer was Zhou Yongsheng, who 'came back from the dead'."
"I arrived around 3 p.m., past lunchtime, so the staff remembered it clearly," Uncle Li added. "They all said he was in a good mood."
"The theater ticket seller also confirmed that he entered the theater smiling and saying he was really looking forward to the movie on the day of the incident."
“The lady who was closing up shop mentioned a detail—” Xiao Sun suddenly interjected, “After Zhou Yongsheng left, a man wearing a fisherman’s hat came in and specifically asked him what he had eaten, and then left.”
He gestured, "That person wasn't tall, his head was almost buried in his chest, you couldn't even tell his age."
There was a moment of silence in the conference room.
Zeng Yongshan stood up and reported: "Yesterday, Liang Sir and I—"
"Let me speak," Liang Qikai interrupted her gently, gesturing for her to sit down and rest.
“Some of the people from the crew back then can only be seen by appointment now, and some can’t even remember what happened ten years ago.” He flipped through the notes. “But everyone knows that Zhou Yongsheng has a family. Someone from the props team saw him kissing Gu Niman and was ordered by Zhou Yongsheng to keep quiet.”
"Gu Niman is young and naive, and her thoughts are written all over her face. She can't hide her feelings when she looks at him."
"So, Gu Niman was blinded by love, while Zhou Yongsheng was adding value to the film for the sake of so-called art, and suddenly regretted it when he committed suicide for love?"
Mo Zhenbang turned to Zhu Qing: "What did the deceased's wife and children say?"
“Jiang Xiaowei’s alibi is fine.” Zhu Qing looked up.
Xu Jiale pulled out the household registration record: "But her son suddenly changed his surname a month ago, from Zhou Yifan to Jiang Yifan."
“Zhou Yongsheng 'died' ten years ago. If he wanted to hate someone, he should have changed his name long ago. The timing is very subtle.”
"Perhaps she saw her father who had 'come back to life'," Zhu Qing speculated, "and discovered that even his death was a hoax?"
Mo Zhenbang pondered: "Could Jiang Yifan have stood outside the ice room, watching his 'deceased' father happily eating rice noodle rolls?"
...
As she left the police station, Zhu Qing noticed Zeng Yongshan's unusual silence today.
"I didn't eat well this morning because I was in a rush, and my stomach problem flared up again." Zeng Yongshan rubbed her stomach. "It's okay, it'll be fine after a while."
She swallowed two stomach pills, and her complexion gradually returned to normal only when the official car stopped in front of the middle school.
"This morning, Inspector Leung... served tea and bought medicine." Her fingertips fumbled for the stomach medicine. "He's not usually like this—"
Zhu Qing replied, "Attentive?"
“You could say that…” Zeng Yongshan muttered, “It’s strange, he seems to really enjoy taking care of people.”
Zhu Qing suddenly remembered the plot of the original novel.
In the original storyline, she met the original male lead, was saved and healed... and later she sacrificed herself. The original male lead and the original female lead didn't have much interaction until a tragedy occurred in the original female lead's family, which became the opportunity for the two to come together.
Is it because Zeng Yongshan is gradually becoming stronger that this relationship has stagnated?
“A man’s heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.” Zeng Yongshan shook her head and pointed to the Academic Affairs Office. “Let’s see the deceased’s son first.”
When Jiang Yifan was brought in, his school uniform hung loosely on his thin shoulders.
He kept his head down until Zhu Qing asked about Zhou Yongsheng.
"Have you heard about the news about your father?"
The boy suddenly looked up, a fierceness beyond his years surging in his eyes: "It would be better if he died."
Zeng Yongshan frowned unconsciously.
Love should be warm, but the so-called love between Zhou Yongsheng and Gu Niman was so heavy that it crushed a child over ten years.
If you are truly in love and inseparable but your relationship is not accepted by society, you can choose to divorce.
Why did they commit suicide for love? Their choice hurt too many people.
Zhu Qing left the Academic Affairs Office and went to the office to verify the situation with Jiang Yifan's homeroom teacher.
The short figure identified by the Fu Nian Ice Room employee clearly didn't match the tall, slender boy. But Jiang Yifan was tall and thin, with a build no different from an adult. Moreover, confirming an alibi for a student would be incredibly easy; the homeroom teacher stated unequivocally that Jiang Yifan was sitting in the last row of the classroom by the window at the time of the incident.
A rustling sound came from around the corner, and several boys crowded around the windowsill, deliberately raising their voices.
"Zhou Yifan is going to be arrested!"
"It's Jiang Yifan..."
"I've forgotten, I only remember that his father, who committed suicide for love, was named Zhou Yongsheng."
"The news said he killed his lover."
"The police are here to arrest the murderer's son!"
The male student's voice trailed off, echoing in the empty corridor.
Zhou Yongsheng's case has caused a great stir, and in this semi-day school, this topic has become the hottest topic of conversation.
Just as the teachers from the academic affairs office were about to get up and disperse the group of students who were watching the commotion, Zhu Qing raised her hand to stop them.
She leaned against the doorframe, her voice neither too loud nor too soft: "Do you know that spreading rumors can lead to detention?"
The laughter abruptly stopped.
In the dead silence, footsteps sounded again, and the door to the registrar's office was closed.
Jiang Yifan slowly raised his head.
“I’ve read those newspapers and magazines,” the boy said, his expression tense. “They said he killed his lover.”
"Why does everyone think Gu Niman is pitiful?" he sneered. "Does being eighteen mean you don't understand anything? I'm sixteen, but I understand everything."
“He never comes home when he’s filming,” Jiang Yifan asked. “Sometimes it’s very late, and my mom calls him… Did Gu Niman really not hear a thing during those calls? Is she really that innocent?”
The police did not answer his questions.
He seemed to be just venting and didn't care whether they responded or not.
“He came to see me last month,” Jiang Yifan said, lowering his voice. “In the alley near the school gate.”
Zhu Qing and Zeng Yongshan exchanged a glance and waited quietly for him to organize his thoughts.
“I didn’t tell my mom that she had a hard time getting better,” Jiang Yifan said. “In the earliest years, I never saw her smile.”
"You guys spoke?"
"He tried to give me money... He said he would find an opportunity to explain it to me slowly later. I didn't take his money."
Jiang Yifan smirked, his tone laced with sarcasm: "He said—'It's because Dad didn't leave you enough money before.'"
"How many times has he come to see you?"
Jiang Yifan recalled.
The first time was a month ago. After all, ten years had passed, and the dead man suddenly reappeared; he barely recognized his father. How could Zhou Yongsheng play such a cruel trick on everyone? Jiang Yifan no longer wanted anything to do with him and begged his mother to take him to change his surname, like a child's powerless retaliation.
The second time was a week later.
The last time was three days before the incident.
How does he look?
"They dressed smartly, and pulled out a wad of cash from their pockets, as if they had lived a particularly glamorous life for the past ten years."
“He said he couldn’t bear to part with me.” Jiang Yifan clenched his fist. “So the director can act too. He’s so good at it that he almost believes it himself.”
...
Gu Niman's trail remained completely cut off.
"Lunar Eclipse" was her debut work. Before that, she was just an ordinary student. When she visited her old classmates, all she got were a few sighs.
"Actors who have worked with her in the same production all say they are not familiar with her."
"The addresses of all her family members registered in the household registration have been changed. I heard that her family members were initially harassed by the media, so they went into complete hiding later."
Zeng Yongshan paused for a moment: "Those paparazzi really went too far, even taking close-up shots of people's parents and younger brother's tears and snot."
Zhu Qing asked, "What about the male lead?"
“She’s a hot star right now, her schedule is booked until next year.” Zeng Yongshan pouted. “Her agent has denied it several times, saying she’s on vacation abroad, but I don’t know if it’s true or not.”
“That’s understandable. Nobody mentioned him when the movie was released, but now that this has happened, they’ve remembered him. His management team is afraid he’ll be associated with the ‘double suicide case’.”
Inside the police station, Zhu Qing stared blankly at the wall covered with documents.
With high myopia, one should be unable to walk steadily without glasses. Dr. Cheng's report shows that Zhou Yongsheng has not been wearing glasses regularly in recent years.
Glasses……
What is the connection between the glasses and this case?
Mo Zhenbang came in carrying yellowed files, which were documents he had finally retrieved from headquarters.
After their "suicide pact," Zhou Yongsheng left his wife Jiang Xiaowei only their current property and a six-figure bank account.
"Six figures?" Haozai looked up from the pile of documents. "Is this all the savings a famous director has?"
"A six-figure sum in 1985..." Uncle Li pondered, "Given his fame, it is indeed a bit low."
"I don't buy houses, I don't buy luxury cars, I don't collect expensive watches..." Liang Qikai twirled his pen between his fingers, "Where did all the money go?"
...
In the toddler class at Weston Kindergarten, the nap room was exceptionally quiet.
Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting shadows on the floor.
"It's Friday today," Teacher Ji said softly, putting her index finger to her lips. "If everyone takes a nap properly, we'll have a special tug-of-war competition during afternoon extracurricular activities."
As soon as the words were spoken, the children immediately pursed their lips and even softened their breathing.
Every child, including the one holding the canteen, was on high alert for the long-awaited playtime.
On the bunk beds, the children closed their eyes, their long eyelashes casting soft shadows on their cheeks.
They are like a group of well-behaved little angels.
Teacher Ji looked around, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.
The kids in this class can be so noisy they make your temples throb, but when they're being obedient, they melt your heart.
Her gaze swept over the sleeping faces, then suddenly stopped in a corner.
"Bloom." Teacher Ji gently walked to his bedside. "You have to really sleep, don't pretend to be asleep."
The flower remained motionless, its eyelashes trembling incessantly beneath its tightly closed eyelids.
"Gurgle—gurgle—" he suddenly made an exaggerated "snoring" sound.
“That’s not how snoring works.” Jinbao sat up abruptly. “My dad’s snoring sounds like thunder.”
It was as if a switch had been flipped, and the lunch break room instantly erupted into chaos.
One by one, the children sprang up from their beds like carp leaping out of water.
"Like a train passing by!"
"Like riding a motorcycle... putt-putt-putt!"
"It looks like a vacuum cleaner—"
Teacher Ji stood there, watching with a mixture of amusement and exasperation as the children sprouted up from every corner like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
She never expected that the little angels in this class were masters of pretending to be asleep.
"Teacher, are we still having tug-of-war?" Sheng Fang asked worriedly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the other children lay down and closed their eyes.
It was as if nothing had happened.
...
It turns out that the "special" tug-of-war competition was nothing more than two rows of children, their faces flushed, pulling on a rope in the activity area like idiots.
Shengfang was a little disappointed with the simplicity of the competition, but when Zhu Qing came to pick him up in the afternoon, he still waved his little hand excitedly.
"Our team won!"
Not only did he share his victory on the way, but even at the police station, Sheng Fang proudly told everyone that he was the tug-of-war champion today.
The investigation is ongoing, but the pace is not urgent. Zhu Qing picks him up during a break from her visits, and then closes the case file on time before leaving work.
The children jumped and skipped around the police station as if they were at home.
After Qingzai finished organizing the case files, he climbed onto the back seat of the car. They were now going to another home—
nursing home.
In the rehabilitation room, Sheng Peirong was using a walking aid to move slowly and laboriously.
Sweat soaked her forehead, but her eyes lit up when she saw the figure at the door.
These days, Sheng Peirong has heard a lot about what happened when they were young.
Sheng Fang said that he always spent time with Marissa when he was a child, but he can no longer remember how he learned to walk.
Sheng Peirong also wanted to know how Coco learned to walk.
When Coco was in the orphanage, was there anyone who would stay with her, teach her to walk, and rejoice in her success? She thought, probably not. Perhaps back then, Coco stood up by herself, holding onto the wall, and no one even saw how she took her first step.
Now, every step Sheng Peirong takes is witnessed by others.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. When she released her walking aid, she saw her daughter and younger brother looking at her expectantly from a short distance away.
She slowly moved forward.
First, I took a step with my left leg, then struggled to lift my right leg; each step felt like walking on cotton.
But she persisted, wanting to walk towards them.
When we returned to our room after rehabilitation, little Fangfang followed his older sister's wheelchair like a little tail.
He kept repeating, "We need to eat a small cake to celebrate, because my older sister can walk now!"
Even if you can only take one step, you still have to walk it yourself.
"Fangfang wants to eat a small cake, right?" Zhu Qing cupped his little face in her hands.
Zai Zai's features were squeezed together by Qing Zai.
He struggled, his voice muffled: "Strawberry flavor!"
The sanatorium was bathed in warm, inviting light.
Sheng Peirong watched the uncle and nephew playing around and was amused time and time again.
Just then, Zhu Qing's cell phone rang.
"We have the latest news about the male lead in 'Lunar Eclipse'," Mo Zhenbang said on the other end of the phone. "His flight arrives at seven o'clock."
Having a mobile phone certainly makes it easier to communicate, but correspondingly, Zhu Qing also receives more tasks.
In just a few days, Sheng Peirong witnessed how busy Coco was with her work. No wonder Aunt Ping always made her nourishing soups and broths.
"Aunt Ping, come and take this—" Zhu Qing was interrupted before she could finish speaking.
Little Fangfang immediately jumped up from the sofa: "Big sister, I'm leaving first!"
Sheng Peirong turned her wheelchair around: "What is this?"
Shengfang had already rushed to the door. Upon hearing this, she turned around and saluted like a police officer on TV: "Officer, on a case!"
Zhu Qing quickly followed.
Sure enough, there was no excitement that this little kid couldn't get into.
"Aunt Ping, you don't need to come pick me up." Fangfang made a small megaphone with her hands and shouted into the receiver of the mobile phone.
...
Zhu Qing held Shengfang's little hand as they walked through the crowds at Kai Tak Airport.
The little one suddenly tugged at her sleeve, pointed into the distance, and whispered, "Qingzai, that one wearing a baseball cap!"
Shengfang had carefully studied the entertainment section of the newspaper.
Big stars all dress like this.
Ten minutes later, in a corner of the Peninsula Cafe at the airport, Lu Yongyan raised his hand again and pulled down the brim of his baseball cap.
He had already drunk a third of his coffee. He took a sip and frowned as if because of the bitterness.
Shengfang sat upright opposite, with a piece of paper spread out in front of her, her little hand clutching a pencil.
My thoughtful niece even prepared paper and pens for him to take a statement.
Shengfang's little face was serious, as if she were really assisting in the investigation.
This is a preliminary collection of clues. Lu Yongyan is not a suspect, and the questioning does not involve core evidence. Therefore, Zhu Qing can conduct a one-on-one questioning.
She opened the notebook: "Can we begin?"
The other person nodded.
“That film took half a year to shoot.” The male lead, Lu Yongyan, said in a low voice, recalling the filming experience ten years ago.
"She was only eighteen years old and a very sentimental girl."
"She secretly shed tears on set because she didn't perform well. I wanted to comfort her, but Director Zhou stopped me."
"That was when the movie had just started filming. At that time, I felt that their relationship was unusual."
"I got so into character that I almost couldn't get out of character," he said with a wry smile. "But after the movie was released, nobody remembered my name."
For years, at his agent's insistence, he had never mentioned "Eclipse," but now, facing the police, he was finally able to speak freely.
The scene he described gradually became clearer.
"Director Zhou treated her very specially. He used a body double for some of the more difficult, dangerous, and even nude scenes."
"He was very strict with his stunt doubles. For a scene where she jumped from a high building, Director Zhou even required that the curve of her arm must not reveal any flaws."
"They were even more critical of Gu Niman's performance; they would reshoot twenty times just for a single look."
"The entire crew listens to the director, how could she dare to disobey?"
“Her acting is so spirited, so talented… She only has one film, yet it’s unforgettable.” Lu Yongyan said regretfully, “At my fan meeting last year, a fan brought me a DVD of ‘Lunar Eclipse’ and asked me to sign it. He said it was a pity that Gu Niman should have signed it too.”
Lu Yongyan said he remembered that fan. At the film's premiere, he, as the male lead, met with the audience as arranged by the film company.
That movie fan stood in the crowd and shed tears.
"It's been almost ten years and I still can't forget it."
"When he asked me for an autograph, he blacked out the name of Director Zhou on the CD packaging."
“Many people say that the film became a classic because of their ‘love suicide’. But I think the film itself is of excellent quality, and it would have become a classic regardless of this gimmick,” Lu Yongyan said. “Then movie fans say that the name that should be erased from this work is Zhou Yongsheng’s name.”
Do you remember that fan's name?
“How could I possibly remember this?” Lu Yongyan said, then seemed to remember something, “Registration for the meet-and-greet requires filling out a form, maybe the company has kept the information.”
...
At 9:15 p.m., behind the one-way glass, Zhu Qing stared at the man in the interrogation room.
This is Liu Wei, the first suspect brought back by the police so far in the case of Zhou Yongsheng's murder.
The contact information he left with the fan club was accurate. When the police came knocking, he was in his apartment covered in posters. Liu Wei, 28, was the same age as Gu Niman. He was only 18 when the film premiered, and this fanatical fan had a morbid obsession with the actress who died young; every wall in his home was covered with her stills and posters.
Although Gu Niman only directed one film, he collected countless versions of promotional posters. He also carefully trimmed and deliberately tore out all images of Zhou Yongsheng from those yellowed old magazines.
"Was that you standing at the entrance of Fu Nian Ice Room?"
“I knew he wasn’t dead. I was with him that day…” he said. “I asked the clerk what he was eating. Shrimp rice noodle rolls with peanut sauce… I knew it was him.”
In the interrogation room, the police officers quickly jotted down key information.
“Zhou Yongsheng is not good enough for her.” He laughed. “That coward… even his suicide pact was fake.”
"You bumped into Zhou Yongsheng by chance and recognized him."
"And then? Did you follow him to the theater and kill him?"
Mo Zhenbang slammed an old magazine heavily onto the interrogation table.
The deliberately spliced photos of Gu Niman and Zhou Yongsheng appear glaringly stark under the harsh white light.
Liu Wei's gaze was fixed on the photo.
“I lost him.” His voice suddenly became hoarse. “I couldn’t find him after I came out of Funen Ice Room.”
Mo Zhenbang crossed his arms and observed through the one-way glass.
“Even if he really killed someone, he won’t admit it. Is it really such a coincidence that we ran into Zhou Yongsheng on the street?” Xu Jiale said in a low voice. “He’s obviously playing games with us. I don’t know how long he’s going to keep this up.”
“Keep looking for evidence,” Mo Zhenbang said.
With a "bang," the door to the observation room was pushed open—
“Mr. Mok, someone has provided a clue that Zhou Yongsheng was seen on Lamma Island about nine years ago.”
The officers left the observation room one after another.
When Zhu Qing returned to her workstation, she found that the child who had been waiting on the desk had fallen asleep.
This dedicated young police officer had refused to go home no matter how much we tried to persuade him; his pouty lips were so thick they could hold an oil bottle.
At this moment, Fang Sir finally couldn't hold on any longer. He crossed his two little hands to use as a pillow, pressing his face out of shape.
"We're home." Zhu Qing gently patted his back.
Mo Zhenbang is assigning new tasks.
When she heard about the trip to Lamma Island the next day, Sheng Fang groggily opened her eyes.
"I want to go too..." Fangfang mumbled sleepily, her voice growing softer and softer.
...
The next morning at the Central Pier—
Fangfang, a young boy, carried a schoolbag and a small water bottle, following behind his police colleagues.
"Time for vacation!"
This was Sheng Fang's first trip to Lamma Island, and her innocent and carefree demeanor truly made it seem like she was on a picnic.
There are few tourists on the island, and fishermen come and go.
At the Yung Shue Wan Pier, Zhu Qing and Xu Jiale each rented an old-fashioned bicycle.
The bicycle that Zhu Qing rented had a small basket with a guardrail on the back seat, so the little one could climb on and sit steadily.
Throughout the journey, the little boy held onto a photo of Zhou Yongsheng. Whenever they stopped to ask questions, he would solemnly stretch out his little hand and hold the photo up to the passersby.
Have you seen this person before?
The tip was provided to the police by an islander named Ali.
He said he only remembered it after reading the newspaper.
Zhu Qing and Xu Jiale found Ali by following the address.
"It happened many years ago. A man came to rent a house, the one next to mine."
"I thought he looked familiar, so I jokingly said he looked like that dead director. Only after I said it did I realize that it was impolite."
"What was his reaction?" Zhu Qing pressed.
"He was very polite, he just smiled and said he had a very common face." Ali took the photo and examined it carefully. "It's definitely him. I have a very good memory, I can't be wrong."
Led by Ali, they arrived at an old house.
In the courtyard, an elderly man with white hair was sitting in a wicker chair, basking in the sun.
"Dongbo!" Ali shouted at the top of his lungs, "Do you remember the person who used to come and rent the house?"
The rattan chair creaked, and the old man, hard of hearing, slowly turned his head: "What?"
"It's that well-mannered one!" Ali whispered in his ear, "The one who paid the deposit!"
Back and forth they went, Dongbo's voice was so loud that Shengfang covered her ears, and the baby was getting hard of hearing.
After a lengthy "translation" process, the police finally pieced together the clues.
A man did come to rent the room, paid the deposit, but never showed up again.
"If he wasn't that director, why didn't he move in after paying the deposit? He must be afraid I'd recognize him," Ali said smugly.
Dongbo said he also kept the receipts.
The old man entered the house, his steps unsteady.
At this moment, Fangfang squatted next to the bicycle, turning the pedals with her little hands.
The young police officer, having nothing better to do, looked around and spotted a small shop nearby. He trotted over to it on his short legs.
After a while, Dongbo presented a yellowed receipt.
“He said they would move in within a week,” Dongbo said in a loud voice.
Zhu Qingmin asked sharply, "Two people living together?"
"Male or female?" Xu Jiale asked.
Dongbo recalled that Zhou Yongsheng came to see the house alone, but he seemed to have mentioned that the other tenant was a woman.
Who is it?
"A new life... Only a year has passed, and he's already found a new partner. Who is he being fair to?"
While the adults were discussing, Shengfang, the little one, had already successfully made his purchase at the grocery store.
Let the children spin the plastic stick with the ring, dip it in bubble solution, and wave it around.
Bubbles danced in the sunlight.
After we got back on the road, the little one sat in the back seat humming a nursery rhyme, swaying his head and enjoying the refreshing breeze from Lamma Island.
He found bicycles so much fun that he no longer missed Cheng's motorcycle.
Zhu Qing pedaled with great enthusiasm on every narrow and uphill road.
The little boy behind me was a little flatterer, his cheerful, baby voice echoing around me.
"Wow—Qingzai is the best driver in the world!"
"Che Shen Qing, can you buy me a bicycle?"
"no problem."
Fangfang smiled, her lips curving upwards: "Once I buy a bicycle, I'll give you a ride!"
Shengfang squinted her eyes contentedly, waving the bubble-blowing toy she had just bought.
Zhu Qing and Xu Jiale rode their bicycles side by side, their thoughts drifting back to the case.
"Isn't this a suicide pact, but murder?" Xu Jiale said. "Gu Niman is dead, but the great director's work has become a classic. How could she fake her death and escape to be with her true love?"
Zhu Qing: "How can he have so many lovers?"
She gripped the handlebars tightly: "The money in the bank account can also be explained. They've already started transferring assets, just waiting to slip away unnoticed."
"He's going to start a new life with that woman he rented a place with on Lamma Island?" Xu Jiale said. "So the young and gullible Gu Niman became the victim of his plan?"
Zhu Qing sorted through these clues.
She went over each and every detail in her mind.
The mystery surrounding the alleged "double suicide" ten years ago is intertwined with the murder case ten years later.
Zhou Yongsheng didn't suddenly become who he is today; rather, he was gradually pushed to this point by every choice and lie he made in the past.
Zhu Qing dialed the police station and gave a brief report on the latest developments.
After hanging up, she turned to Xu Jiale.
“We’ve found Gu Niman’s family. Her parents and younger brother…” She paused, “They’re all dead.”
Xu Jiale froze, his voice suddenly rising: "What?"
I don't know what happened, but both of my colleagues were stunned.
Fangfang, acting like a little boss, said, "Back to the police station."
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