Chapter 69 "Say one less word!"
At this moment, Uncle Li finally lost his temper and exploded.
In just a few words, the young colleagues immediately understood—it turned out that the former couple was arguing over some trivial family matters. The cause was that their son, who had just started working, moved out, and Uncle Li and Madam each contributed some money, plus their son's own mortgage payments, and the three of them jointly bought a small house.
Madam insisted on buying a new apartment, while Uncle Li worried that the monthly mortgage payments would bankrupt his son.
They ultimately chose an older building, but now the house is plagued with problems, such as leaking pipes and malfunctioning elevators. These seemingly trivial issues have become the trigger for the trouble.
After understanding what had happened, the colleagues looked on knowingly and tacitly lowered their heads to continue processing the documents at hand.
Fangfang is a child and doesn't understand what they're arguing about. Her little head keeps turning left and right, her face full of confusion.
At the same time, Fangfang is also an elder, and when everyone else chooses to remain silent, his sense of responsibility surges up. He must act as a peacemaker and help his ex-wife and ex-husband end their war.
"Alright, alright." Fangfang held out her little hand to separate the two of them. "Say one less word!"
With a serious expression on her little face, she really did have the air of an elder.
Uncle Li's ex-wife, Yu Jingying, didn't know the boy at all before. Her comment that "he is very introverted" almost left her speechless. Now, she was acting like a little adult, trying to reconcile them. In comparison, the boy seemed to be the bravest in the entire police station.
Since they were in the police station, arguing like this couldn't go on, so Yu Jingying turned her face away.
Although she remained silent, her face was still gloomy, and she gave Uncle Li a cold glance.
Suddenly, a childish question broke the silence.
Are you really his ex-wife?
Everyone held their breath again.
With Zhu Qing absent, no one could control this young master. This untimely question made everyone hold their breath.
Even Uncle Li shook his head.
This child has never seen Yu Jingying's stern face; for her, making someone cry with just three sentences is as easy as turning her hand.
Yu Jingying looked down at the little boy and asked, "What's wrong?"
Fangfang tilted her little face up, her eyes sparkling, and asked with such sincerity: "Is it an older man and a younger woman?"
Everyone was stunned.
Then, someone chuckled softly.
Uncle Li looked at Yu Jingying in disbelief.
He swears he hasn't seen his ex-wife smile so happily in nearly twenty years.
...
Rewind to twenty or thirty years ago, Uncle Li and Yu Jingying were classmates of the same age.
Now, this is being described as an "older man marrying a younger woman," and it's even coming from the mouth of a three-year-old child—
How could such a young child lie? Yu Jingying beamed, her lips curving upwards, and she even asked the child's name in a good mood.
What followed was a question-and-answer dialogue.
What is O-Division?
Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, or "Anti-Triad" for short.
Fangfang held her little hands, her gaze falling on the ID card on her chest, the gold lettering shining brightly.
He blinked: "DSP?"
Zeng Yongshan, who was standing nearby, explained, "Madam is a Senior Inspector of the Criminal Investigation Department."
"How impressive!"
Clearly, Fangfang has gained a new idol.
The conversation was so pleasant that Yu Jingying completely forgot she had come to argue.
Before leaving, she touched her pocket with a slightly apologetic expression: "I didn't bring any candy, I'll bring you a lollipop next time we meet."
The little boy escorted her all the way to the CID office door. Even after everyone had gone far away, the little boy was still holding onto the door frame, calling out—
"Remember, bring me a lollipop next time."
"I understand." Yu Jingying waved her hand decisively without turning around.
“Young master, we should go too,” Aunt Ping reminded him. “Qingqing said her fencing coach recommended a tennis class. Let’s try it out, just for fun.”
The clever young master immediately understood—
His niece is trying to fill his time completely so he won't have time to solve cases or visit the set. Dream on!
But the class was already scheduled, so he had no choice but to go.
Shengfang forgot how much she loved playing tennis when she was "a child," and she was still muttering about it when she went out.
"I'll only attend one class; I won't go next time!"
"Alright, alright, young master."
"Next time, tell the fencing coach not to give random introductions..."
Fangfang came out of the house after dinner, but unfortunately, his niece was busy and the uncle and niece did not meet.
To make matters worse, just as the taxi he had taken drove away, a hurried figure flashed past the car window.
"Ah—" Fangfang pressed her face against the car window, "Qingzai!"
The taxi drove further and further away.
Zhu Qing went upstairs and realized that Fang Fang had come by earlier.
The child is innocent and adorable, but as soon as you turn around, the case remains shrouded in gloom.
At this moment, not only is Lin Tingchao missing, but key figures have also vanished without a trace.
...
After two days of intensive investigation, the Major Crimes Unit B thoroughly investigated Shen Jingyang's background.
People come and go in the office, often leaving only empty desks and chairs. As all the survey data is compiled, this poignant story gradually comes to light.
"Shen Jingyang comes from a wealthy family and is Lin Tingchao's childhood sweetheart."
"Coincidentally, they were born in the same ward at Mary Hospital, two years apart. The two families were old friends, their parents were business partners, and the two children grew up together."
"Born in the same ward at Mary Hospital?" Mo Zhenbang looked at the information and sneered. "The ward may be the same, but the biological mother has long since become the stepmother. I'm afraid Mai Shuxian would never publicize this."
To the outside world, Mai Shuxian and Lin Weizong never mentioned that Lin Tingchao had another biological mother.
This is a secret that they have kept buried until now.
Zhu Qing held the pen and marked the four characters "Mary Hospital".
"This should have been a beautiful story; both sets of parents tacitly agreed that they would get married after graduation..."
Until Kuang Xiaoyan appeared, shattering everything.
"Lin Weizong asked Kuang Xiaoyan to break up with Shen Jingyang. He knew that, given Shen Jingyang's understanding of Lin Tingchao, he would find out sooner or later."
"What a pity, such a well-matched couple, both artists."
"But precisely because of this... artists often pursue perfection. When love is flawed, will they choose destruction? Will Shen Jingyang hurt Lin Tingchao because of this?"
Lin Tingchao's plight is heartbreaking.
What kind of people did she encounter?
A girl I bumped into at school, a so-called friend, an ex-boyfriend, even my own parents...
“Besides the studio on Hollywood Road, Shen Jingyang also runs a gallery with a friend, but according to his friend, he hasn’t shown up for several days.”
“Shen Jingyang has long since moved out of his parents’ home. The two elders said they rarely see their son. Over the years, they have repeatedly urged him to start a new relationship, but Shen Jingyang seems unable to get over the shadow of his previous relationship.”
"Immigration records show that he is still in Hong Kong."
“Shen Jingyang’s social circle and life were extremely simple… No women’s items were found in his residence, so there may be other hiding places.”
"The credit card transaction record from ten days ago shows that he ordered a diamond ring."
Time ticked by, and Lin Tingchao's danger level continued to rise.
Just as Mo Zhenbang was about to issue further instructions, the duty officer in the reporting room suddenly appeared at the door of the CID office.
"Mr. Mo."
"The person you're looking for has arrived."
...
In the interrogation room, Shen Jingyang's tall and thin figure appeared exceptionally pale under the bright light.
He interlaced his long, slender fingers and raised his bloodshot eyes: "Tingchao is gone."
The two police officers in front of me had their notebooks open, the pens pausing on the first line.
Shen Jingyang's narrative begins with Lin Tingchao receiving a bone marrow transplant.
“Her parents and I stayed at the transplant center for two whole weeks.” His voice was not loud, but every word was clear. “Until the doctor told us that the implantation indicators were good.”
During that period, Shen Jingyang stayed by Lin Tingchao's side at the hospital, helping him through each rejection reaction.
However, after being discharged from the hospital, she began to deliberately distance herself from him.
She doesn't answer the phone, refuses dates, and when we go to her home, her parents always say she's out.
After finally getting in touch, she made an excuse that she needed to prepare for school enrollment.
She thought that the two of them would break up completely after the start of the school year, but Shen Jingyang relentlessly pursued her all the way to England.
What I received in return was a resolute breakup.
At first, I was angry, but after that anger, it turned into lingering doubt.
Shen Jingyang said that if you've ever truly loved someone, you'll know that there's no such thing as an ending without a reason. They were... everything was so good.
Shen Jingyang began his investigation, obsessively pursuing every detail. At first, he thought she had some unspeakable secret, but he never expected the truth to be so absurd—plastic surgery, a body double, and imprisonment.
"Until I saw her escape." Shen Jingyang's voice suddenly choked, his Adam's apple bobbing violently. "So those three years..."
The real Lin Tingchao was imprisoned for three years and only escaped six months ago.
At that time, Kuang Xiaoyan had not yet returned to China.
"First it was the basement. I escaped, but then I was caught and brought back."
"Later, because they needed a maid at home, they locked her up elsewhere."
“That day was a typhoon night. Tingchao stood in front of me trembling, and I almost didn’t recognize him.”
Lin Tingchao, who has regained his freedom, lives in fear.
She knew her parents would definitely look for her and was afraid of being taken back again. Shen Jingyang suggested calling the police, but she resisted. The memory of her imprisonment made her tremble, and he dared not force her any further.
"Kuang Xiaoyan concealed the length of her imprisonment..." Mo Zhenbang frowned, "In order to reduce her sentence?"
"She's been having nightmares lately."
"She said it couldn't end like this."
Shen Jingyang closed his eyes.
He grew up with Lin Tingchao and knew Lin Weizong and Mai Shuxian very well. He couldn't understand how these kind parents could turn into monsters... let alone Lin Tingchao, this question tormented her day and night, even more than the physical pain.
“She trusts the police,” Shen Jingyang suddenly said.
The idea of severing the toe was Lin Tingchao's own.
In the basement, her ankles had already been deliberately crushed by Kwong Siu-yin, rendering her unable to dance anymore.
“Tingchao asked me to do it,” Shen Jingyang continued. “She said she had suffered all kinds of pain in the past three years.”
A book on criminal law was gently placed on the interrogation table.
The pages were covered with creases and annotations.
“She calculates every day,” Shen Jingyang said with a wry smile, “calculating how many years those people should be sentenced to.”
Mo Zhenbang: "If it was to help the police find out about that imprisonment, why not just call the police directly? Her injuries and her testimony are enough to convict them."
“That’s what I said too.” Shen Jingyang shook his head. “But after we met again, I didn’t understand her as well anymore. She started to have her own worries. All I could do was cooperate.”
Cooperate with her to accomplish all of this, including placing the anonymous letter at the police station entrance.
Shen Jingyang settled Lin Tingchao in a small house by the sea.
That was the home they had once dreamed of, a place where at sunset, they could see the waves crashing against the shore just outside their window. He prepared a painting for her in his studio, hoping that once her wounds were fully healed, they could stroll along the beach. In the lower right corner of the canvas, he wrote two words—Freedom.
The freedom she longed for most.
As everything was about to settle down, he gradually moved his old paintings to the seaside cottage.
As for the last seaside oil painting, Shen Jingyang plans to give it to her next month, which is her birthday.
"She hasn't accepted me yet; maybe she's still hesitating about something."
The oil painting was a gift, and he also prepared a ring.
I thought I could finally start over.
But Lin Tingchao disappeared.
"Tingchao compared the sentences to the legal provisions and calculated those people's terms of imprisonment, but they were released on bail."
"The last time we met, she held this book and asked me why the people who hurt her were able to get away with it."
She read this professional book countless times and marked it up.
At this moment, even the legal provisions placed on the cold interrogation table seemed cold.
Shen Jingyang said that when she learned that her parents had been released on bail, the light in her eyes went out.
“You will also be prosecuted,” Mo Zhenbang warned, “for intentional injury.”
Shen Jingyang shook his head: "Please find her."
"Don't let her do anything foolish."
That night, police sirens pierced the night sky.
Everyone is searching for the missing girl.
...
The lights in the CID office were particularly glaring in the dead of night.
After several days of brief rest, the police officers returned to their intense search efforts.
Shen Jingyang's testimony silenced everyone.
That kind and fragile girl was used to punishing herself through self-torture. His biggest fear was that she would choose to end her life in despair.
"Officer Mok," one officer couldn't help but ask, "is his testimony sufficient to detain Mr. and Mrs. Lam Wai-chung?"
Mo Zhenbang rubbed his temples: "Shen Jingyang himself is a stakeholder. We just listed him as a suspect, and now he suddenly appears, so the credibility of his testimony is questionable."
Everyone wanted to bring Lin Weizong and his wife to justice immediately, but investigations must be based on evidence.
Zeng Yongshan held her coffee cup, her expression complicated: "What should I do? I'm actually a little touched... but I don't dare to be."
In a series of cases, she was always misled by "romantic" love stories. The most representative figure was Chen Chaosheng, the second son-in-law in the case of the fireplace skeleton.
"Wow," Haozai teased, "Even Yongshan has become smarter."
A clear, sweet voice rang out—
"He's a big kid now."
Living close to the police station has one advantage: Fangfang can come visit anytime.
The younger generation has been complaining a lot these days. Why is their niece working later and later, without even a Sunday off? Fangfang hasn't seen Qingzai for several days. She just called and heard that Qingzai was at the police station, so she grabbed Aunt Ping and rushed out.
Without looking up, Zhu Qing said, "You'll have nothing to do here, it'll be very boring."
Fangfang snuggled up to her niece and said, "I'm never bored when I'm with Qingzai."
In their cramped workspace, the two sat side by side, flipping through case files.
Fangfang also held a piece of paper in her hand, writing and drawing in a serious manner.
After an unknown amount of time, his little face gradually pressed against the table.
"I need that document." Zhu Qing gently pulled out the Saigon Sanatorium record that Fang Fang had been pressing down on, and the little one's chubby chin trembled slightly.
Fangfang had taken over the swivel chair, leaving Zhu Qing to sit on a plastic stool.
He began to talk at length about the exciting things that happened at kindergarten.
The desire to share is inexhaustible, especially now that there are topics that have been accumulating for days, making it even more exciting.
"Teacher Ji gave us a new safety education lesson!"
“A bad guy knocked on the door, but I recognized him immediately – that ‘bad guy’ was her boyfriend.”
"Her boyfriend picked her up from get off work—I told all the kids that Teacher Ji's smile was uglier than a cry."
"Really?" Zhu Qing replied absentmindedly, her gaze fixed on the record.
Lin Tingchao's biological mother said—
"She will no longer suffer."
The nurse emphasized that there was no need to pay attention to what the patients were saying; they were rambling and their words were meaningless.
But why would the patient say such things when talking about his daughter?
The clues in the notebook were disorganized and haphazard.
Zhu Qing's pen was moving unconsciously when it suddenly stopped.
Some of the information she took notes on during the meeting seemed to overlap.
Next month is Lin Tingchao's 25th birthday.
She was born at Mary Hospital.
Chan Yuk-lan is an obstetrics and gynecology nurse at Queen Mary Hospital. Her daughter was born about 25 years ago.
"Yongshan." Zhu Qing looked up abruptly, "Was Rong Zimei twenty-seven years old when she reported the case?"
Zeng Yongshan lifted her tired face from the pile of documents: "Yes."
Rong Zimei is hiding it.
Why did she hide her actual age?
What is the purpose of these two years of discrepancies?
Fangfang tilted her little head and said, "Qingzai, Qingzai, women are indeed the most beautiful when they are working."
"Sweet talk won't help." Zhu Qing poked his cheek. "Aunt Ping will be here in ten minutes."
The little one needs to go home and sleep. When she went to the tea room earlier, she made a phone call to Aunt Ping.
Fangfang: "I'm not going to talk to you anymore."
"Okay, okay."
Fangfang: "That's the best!"
The little boy stood angrily with his hands on his hips, but still stayed close to his niece.
The tense atmosphere in the office was eased slightly by this cute little incident.
...
Three days have passed, and there is still no news of Lin Tingchao.
The seemingly insignificant detail of Rong Zimei falsely reporting her age as two years when she filed the police report actually alerted the police to something amiss.
Mo Zhenbang immediately ordered: "Bring Rong Zimei back for questioning."
As clues gradually connect, the puzzle of the truth is slowly being pieced together.
But the most crucial mystery remains unsolved—where exactly is Lin Tingchao?
At the case analysis meeting in the early morning, the police reviewed the entire case again.
Three and a half years ago, Lin Tingchao thought he had been given a chance to live again, but little did he know that the bone marrow transplant surgery was just the beginning of a nightmare.
During the dark and gloomy days in the basement, a girl with bandages wrapped around her face often appeared in front of her.
The girl who was about the same age as her, had a similar figure, and even a voice almost identical became her nightmare.
Lin Tingchao pleaded desperately, writing on a piece of paper: "I am Tingchao, you all know that."
In the end, Lin Tingchao did not hand over those questions stained with blood to his parents.
She hid inside the pipe.
She did escape that rainy night.
Unexpectedly, her parents, who loved her the most, once again personally dragged her back into the cage.
The new cells were more sophisticated than the basement, but just as suffocating.
Her mother gently stroked her ankle, which was in a cast, and asked softly, "Isn't it good to live like this for the rest of your life?"
The second escape took place on a typhoon night.
After being imprisoned for three years, taking advantage of her parents' relaxed vigilance, she walked for an unknown amount of time before finally finding Shen Jingyang.
Shen Jingyang was the only person she could still trust.
"I see."
"Why not just call the police directly, but instead use that severed toe—because severing the toe is only the first step."
She doesn't just want to convict them of "unlawful detention," but rather life imprisonment, a sentence for life.
Three years of imprisonment left Lin Tingchao scarred, but he was willing to hurt himself in order to get justice.
Just as the police initially suspected, she planned to uncover the truth through a "dismemberment case." Starting with the toes, then the fingers, and even other non-lethal parts… As a true "swan observer," she wrote in her anonymous letter—
"If this doesn't count as murder."
Lin Tingchao believed that the police would charge Lin Weizong and Mai Shuxian with murder.
But she didn't expect that forensic medicine could accurately distinguish between injuries sustained before and after death. Cuts made before death leave behind signs of life, which is evidence that cannot be faked.
"She discovered that Lin Weizong and Mai Shuxian had been released on bail," an officer whispered. "And then?"
From Shen Jingyang's perspective, everything is about to start anew; it's a rebirth.
But from Lin Tingchao's perspective? Three years of torment, a body and mind scarred... she is plotting destruction.
On the table lay the criminal law textbook that Shen Jingyang had left behind. He worried that Lin Tingchao, utterly disappointed, might do something foolish that would harm himself.
However, at this moment, Zhu Qing's gaze lingered on one of the pages.
"Lin Tingchao wasn't researching their sentencing," Zhu Qing suddenly realized, "but his own."
Three years of imprisonment may have allowed Lin Tingchao to learn about Feng Ningyun from his parents and understand the truth behind the substitution.
This was her last trump card, but she chose to bear it alone, treating each day as if it were her last time with Shen Jingyang.
Shen Jingyang said that Lin Tingchao had not accepted him in the past six months.
Looking back now, perhaps it was because he didn't want to be a burden.
"It's a disclaimer for mentally ill patients."
Zhu Qing recalled the meaningful words spoken by Xiao Dong, a nurse at the Saigon Sanatorium.
"Mental patients commit crimes because they are different from normal people."
These people seem to hold a get-out-of-jail-free card.
Everyone assumed that Lin Tingchao, having escaped his prison, would distance himself from his parents, but the truth might be quite the opposite.
"Perhaps she was thinking that if they could exploit loopholes in the law, so could she."
Mo Zhenbang said in a deep voice, "Lin Tingchao wants to kill them."
...
Weston Kindergarten's toddler class has a special rule—
One day each week, after school, two children are required to stay behind to clean the classroom.
This was specially designed by Teacher Ji recently to cultivate the children's hands-on skills.
This time it was Coconut Baby and A-Juan's turn to be on duty.
As soon as the school bell rang, Little Coconut hugged the mop handle, her little mouth pouting, her big round eyes filled with grievance.
"I want to go home."
Fangfang, being a righteous officer, took the mop directly from her hand.
"I'll do it." He sighed, looking out the window. "Anyway, if I go home early, there's no one to play with."
Teacher Ji didn't even need to ask to know that his niece, who was a police officer, was busy and nowhere to be seen again.
Little Coconut immediately stopped crying and started laughing. She skipped and jumped, promising to bring Fangfang candy tomorrow, and happily ran away with her little backpack on.
The other children also left the classroom one after another.
Soon, only A-Juan and Sheng-Fang remained in the classroom.
Under the "special training" of Qingzai and Aunt Ping, Fangfang's housework skills have improved from zero to a passing grade.
Although Fangfang always acts like a "human mop" at home, he can't be a little mop person now that he's in kindergarten; he has to act like a big kid! Fangfang mimicked pulling the mop from side to side, when suddenly his eyes lit up—
"You can ride this super fast!" Fangfang shouted excitedly. "You should try it too!"
A-Juan hesitated, glancing towards the office and then at Fang-Fang, who had already slid "whoosh" to the back wall of the classroom.
In the end, curiosity prevailed over the urge to tell on him, and he cautiously began to wield the mop.
“I’ve got an even fun idea,” Fangfang said suddenly, “you sit on top of me.”
So, the two little ones invented a new way to play with the "mop scooter".
A-Juan sat on the mop, being pushed by Fang-Fang as they slid across the wooden floor, their joyful laughter echoing in the classroom.
"Would you like to sit here?" A-Juan asked, standing up after she had had her fill of playing.
Shengfang stared at his wet pants.
"I don't want to." The clever little boy shook his head vigorously.
When Teacher Ji returned to the classroom, this was the scene she saw—
Two children were having a "mop sliding race," sliding from one end of the classroom to the other and back again, and even occasionally gritting their teeth and making threats.
"I wouldn't play with you if no one else was playing."
Me too.
"Wow, this is so much fun..."
Five minutes later, Teacher Ji carried one child in each hand and escorted them to the school gate.
Seeing her son make a new friend, A-Juan's mother's eyes filled with a gentle smile: "How about coming to A-Juan's house to play next time?"
Put your hands behind your back.
Actually, I didn't really want to go... but Qingzai taught me to be polite.
A-Juan's mother handed her cell phone to Sheng-Fang: "Can I enter your home phone number? I'll save it."
She didn't know why her child was always unpopular.
Finally, he had a playmate, and A-Juan's mother was even happier than the child himself.
"All right."
Fangfang's chubby little hand skillfully pressed a string of numbers, which was of course Qingzai's number.
He planned to wait until he finished typing before pressing the dial button.
I'll also chat with my niece!
...
In the interrogation room, Rong Zimei closed her eyes to rest, silently facing each question.
"Not going to say anything, huh?" Uncle Li sat opposite her, his fingertips tapping impatiently on the notebook. "Then we'll just wait it out."
Meanwhile, two teams of officers from Group B were separately tracking Lin Weizong and Mai Shuxian.
Since the couple was released on bail, police have been laying a trap around their mansion. They remained inside for several days until today when they finally took action.
Early in the morning, Lin Weizong went to the company in a suit and tie to deal with the work that had piled up over the past few days, while Mai Shuxian went back to her own beauty salon and had a full treatment.
At 3 p.m., Lin Weizong picked up his wife, went to an outdoor equipment store to pick up the pre-ordered fishing gear, and then drove to Tsim Sha Tsui.
The police vehicles maintained a perfectly safe distance.
Until the vehicle in front stopped in front of a large supermarket in Tsim Sha Tsui.
“They come to this supermarket to shop every week,” Liang Qikai said in a low voice. “The maid, Wu Ma, mentioned that it’s their habit.”
Is the specific day of the week also fixed?
"Although there are no clear records, judging from their travel patterns, there should be fixed dates."
The police parked their car and continued to follow the couple into the supermarket.
Just then, Zhu Qing's cell phone rang.
On the other end of the phone, Fangfang was excitedly talking about something, babbling away.
"Qingzai, this is Ah Juan's mother's number. You should save it."
Zhu Qing raised her eyebrows, confirming that she hadn't misheard.
Aren't Fangfang and Ajuan mortal enemies?
"besides--"
"Okay," Zhu Qing replied briefly, then suddenly noticed Mo Zhenbang calling. "Please, don't hang up yet."
As the only officer in the team equipped with a mobile phone, she was used to these unexpected important calls.
During emergency operations, Zhu Qing often acts as a communication relay, quickly conveying Mo Sir's instructions to every colleague on site.
"The forensic department has just discovered a major lead."
On the other end of the phone, Mo Zhenbang continued, "When we compared Mai Shuxian and Lin Tingchao's DNA last time, we also collected Lin Weizong's sample, but no one paid attention to the comparison results at the time. It wasn't until the forensic department was organizing the data just now that we discovered it."
Mo Sir paused for a moment: "Lin Tingchao and Lin Weizong are not related by blood."
This news came as a devastating blow.
Just then, a faint "beep beep" sound came from the cell phone; Fangfang's call was still ongoing.
Before Zhu Qing could think any further, Mo Zhenbang had already hung up, and the call automatically switched back to Fang Fang's line.
Fangfang called out tirelessly, "Where? Where? Where? Qingzai, where have you gone..."
Just as Zhu Qing was about to respond, a supermarket employee pushing a fully loaded cart suddenly walked past her, blocking her view.
She quickly tiptoed and sidestepped around the truck.
In that instant, her gaze fell upon a little girl with pigtails.
The little girl was holding a blonde doll in her arms, squatting in front of the candy shelf and carefully selecting one.
The next second, Zhu Qing's pupils suddenly contracted.
Near the cashier, a slender figure was slowly approaching Mr. and Mrs. Lin Weizong.
The man was wearing a large gray hoodie, and his right leg was noticeably unsteady when he walked.
As the man raised his right hand, a blinding flash of cold light appeared.
It is a sharp kitchen knife.
"Target spotted at three o'clock." Zhu Qing pressed the walkie-talkie, lowered her voice, and ran towards the target.
All the clues came together at this moment.
Years ago, dancer Feng Ningyun secretly switched the babies at the hospital. That's why she said the child would no longer suffer at the sanatorium...
Zhu Qing didn't know why Feng Ningyun did this, but one thing was certain.
Lin Weizong's elaborate scheme was nothing but a colossal joke. If she had done nothing, Lin Tingchao could have rightfully inherited that enormous art fund, since she wasn't Feng Ningyun's biological daughter and therefore wouldn't have inherited any mental illness.
"ah!"
Mai Shuxian's scream suddenly pierced the noise of the supermarket.
The blade held high by Lin Tingchao reflected the terrified and distorted faces of the couple.
She is not the daughter of Feng Ningyun and Lin Weizong.
It's even less likely that they would have any "get-out-of-jail-free card" for mental illness.
At this moment, Lin Tingchao, who was holding the knife, did not know that although the couple deserved their punishment, her revenge would completely ruin her life.
She could have started over and had a new life.
The officers were already very close—
Just as the blade was about to fall, the little girl holding the doll skipped and hopped into the dangerous area.
The little girl innocently looked up, her clear eyes meeting Lin Tingchao's.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still. Lin Tingchao's raised arm suddenly froze, and the anger in his eyes was gradually replaced by confusion.
The police officer swiftly stepped forward and grabbed Lin Tingchao's wrist.
With a clang, the kitchen knife fell to the ground in the supermarket.
After the ear-piercing crash, everything returned to silence.
The cell phone was still connected, but I had no idea where it had been.
Two children waited on the other end of the phone, their sweet, childlike voices drifting by.
"Blooming, why is no one speaking?"
“Qingzai has been like this lately.” Fangfang said in a deep voice, “They say on TV that this is called ‘playing along’.”
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