Chapter 94 Domination.
Ever since he heard Mo Zhenbang mention Huang Qiulian's name, Wei Ansheng had been looking around, his gaze intently sweeping over every corner.
The volunteers at Sacred Heart Manor remained silent for a long time in front of Zhu Qing.
In the end, she turned around and went to comfort the child first.
She knelt down and gently took Wei Ansheng's hand.
"An Sheng, Mom didn't come today."
"But she called to ask An Sheng if she had been behaving well."
"Mom said she'll come see you when she's done with her work, okay?"
The child's gaze lingered on the direction of the door, and he obediently nodded.
"It's time for dinner. Let's go upstairs first."
The volunteer blocked Wei Ansheng's view with his body and cast a pleading look at the two police officers.
The child appeared quiet and oblivious, but in reality, they didn't understand what special needs children could perceive. Any seemingly innocuous question to an adult, or a subtle facial expression, could affect Wei Ansheng.
He has already lost his father, which is cruel enough.
The volunteers maintained a solemn expression throughout. Fortunately, the police officers tacitly kept their distance and followed behind until they saw Wei Ansheng being led into the restaurant and seated in his familiar spot.
She finally breathed a sigh of relief and led the two into the reception room.
"Let's talk over here."
On the windowsill of the reception room, there was a special flowerpot, which seemed to be a handmade item made by a child from Sacred Heart Manor.
In the flowerpot, a small flower is blooming in the sunlight.
"When Mr. Wei first brought An Sheng here, the child had undergone several major surgeries and was finally out of danger."
Zhu Qing opened her notebook and began to take notes.
"At that time, no one noticed anything special about him, except that one of his eyes was misty. Mr. Wei only emphasized two things: take good care of the children, and..."
"It must be kept secret. No one other than him should be allowed to visit An Sheng, nor should he be allowed to leave Sacred Heart Manor."
She paused for a moment: "Two years had passed since the case, and public opinion had long since calmed down. People had gradually forgotten their anger at the time and no longer cared about knowing the truth or prying into other people's family affairs. But we privately speculated that he might have stayed here peacefully to avoid his ex-wife who abused him..."
“Until last year, he brought a woman to see An Sheng. Mr. Wei said that this was An Sheng’s mother.”
"We were also very surprised at first. Is An Sheng's mother really the vicious mother in the news? How could a father who loves his child so much let him fall into the hands of such a mother?"
But on that day, they arranged for Ms. Huang to meet with An Sheng.
Ten-year-old An Sheng had no memory of his mother, but when Ms. Huang reached out her hand to him with trembling hands, he also reached out his little hand.
"None of us expected An Sheng to respond to her."
"This child, although not afraid of strangers, hardly reacts to the outside world or anything else. But that day, when he saw his mother, he didn't resist at all."
"And Ms. Huang's tears... to be honest, were quite moving."
“Even though Mr. Wei didn’t specifically mention it, we still paid close attention to the interaction between the mother and son. To be honest, Ms. Huang is like every mother who loves her child, and we can’t equate her with the cruel mother in the news.” The volunteer looked out the window and quietly recalled, “That was the first time Mr. Wei brought outsiders to see his child. Perhaps it’s not quite accurate to say that, but Ms. Huang was not an outsider.”
Mo Zhenbang asked, "How do they get along? I mean, Wei Ansheng's parents."
"Well, how should I put it?" the volunteer said, choosing her words carefully. "They're very ordinary. They don't communicate much, but they still have a certain understanding. Their attention is completely on the child. Even when An Sheng doesn't react, they patiently help him with puzzles and read him stories. They seem like the most ordinary yet genuine parents, wholeheartedly devoted to their child."
That was the only time they stood side by side in front of An Sheng.
Later, Huang Qiulian always came alone. On the twice-monthly visiting days, she would arrive half an hour early, waiting for the moment the door would open.
“Don’t let An Sheng’s appearance fool you, he’s actually very perceptive,” the volunteer said softly. “He often looks at the calendar. Like these past few days, he’s been staring out the window from morning till night, knowing that his father is about to arrive. He’ll also start waiting well in advance when Ms. Huang is coming.”
She admitted that everyone at Sacred Heart Manor was indeed helping Mr. Wei keep the secret, but not for any personal gain.
It was simply because he cared so much about the child that no one had the heart to refuse his request.
“Mr. Wei doesn’t want us to publicize it,” she continued. “What this family went through is not our business. It is through them that we have learned that sometimes it is better to feel with your heart than to listen to the truth with your ears.”
"If you want to ask about the motive, the conspiracy, or the harm done, we don't really know how to answer," the volunteer said sincerely. "Here, we just want to take good care of An Sheng and watch him improve day by day, that's all."
"Even now, An Sheng still doesn't know what happened to his father. Every time we see the hopeful look in his eyes, we feel terrible."
Zhu Qing kept taking notes, but what appeared on the paper was not a cold, impersonal testimony; every word conveyed the hospital's sincere care.
Finally, the volunteer asked, "Officers, An Sheng's mother... will come again, right?"
The child kept waiting.
He lost his father forever, but at least he could still look forward to his mother's arrival.
Zhu Qing's hand tightened slightly as she held the pen, unsure how to answer.
Mo Zhenbang looked at the calendar in the reception room and asked, "According to the plan, when is her next visit?"
"Next Tuesday."
As he walked out the door, Mo Zhenbang suddenly smiled and said, "It's still early."
Zhu Qing turned her head: "What?"
Mo Sir's tone was gentle yet firm: "I hope the case can be closed by next Tuesday, so as not to delay their reunion."
During her time at the Yau Ma Tei Police Station, Zhu Qing had been learning from her seniors, filling her notebook with key points for handling cases. In addition to the "evidence is crucial in handling cases" principle that Inspector Mo had emphasized a few days ago, there was another principle that had long been unconsciously etched into her heart.
Case handling should be done with compassion.
...
Inside the police station, Huang Qiulian's hands were tightly clasped together.
Countless days and nights she spent in that cell, counting the nights and waiting for dawn, losing track of time. She no longer trusted the police, or anyone else.
But now, the silence of the two officers is peculiar; there is no trace of indifference or scrutiny, only quiet waiting.
“If I said…” she took a deep breath, “I didn’t push the child downstairs, would you believe me?”
Huang Qiulian's recollections are more complete than the yellowed case files of the child abuse case.
She remembered that when they got married, she was thirty and he was thirty-eight. It wasn't a marriage of convenience; they truly loved each other.
But everything changed after the child was born. She would sit in the empty living room from sunrise to sunset, and during those long hours, the only person she could talk to was the old maid. The old maid would always tell her, "Madam, you need to rest more," but she couldn't sleep and would stay awake all night until dawn.
Wei Huasheng became increasingly busy, and she became increasingly anxious, her emotions plummeting. She often cried for no reason and would throw tantrums.
Until that day.
Wei Huasheng knew the maid was off that day. So he called to say he would come home early to take care of the children. Huang Qiulian remembers feeling relieved at that moment, thinking she could finally wash her face and get some sleep.
However, as soon as he got home, he heard his child crying loudly.
“Do you know the indoor staircases of old-style tenement buildings? They are narrow and steep. Every time I carry my child downstairs, I am always on edge and never dare to be careless.”
"At the time, I was washing my face in the bathroom when I heard crying and ran out."
"The child was covered in injuries, his face was covered in blood, and he was crying so hard he was almost suffocating."
She closed her eyes, her body trembling involuntarily.
The child's small body was curled up at the corner of the stairs, blood spreading across the wooden floor. Wei Huasheng stood in the doorway, his briefcase still hanging on his arm, his face contorted with terror.
"The neighbors also came."
Ten years have passed, and many details of the day of the incident have become blurred. But she clearly remembers Wei Huasheng's eyes at the time; he rushed in in shock, and there was nothing but shock.
In that situation, the child was the priority. Neighbors screamed and called the police, some people ran to help, and others called an ambulance... In the chaos, she stood there, watching Wei Huasheng rush out the door with the child in his arms.
They arrived at the hospital, and the child was taken to the emergency room.
Her body seemed tireless, and her mind remained tense until Wei Huasheng suddenly looked at her and asked her why she did this.
When the police arrived, she learned that they accused her of the crime.
"The examination report said that, based on the child's landing position and posture, Yangyang was thrown down. It wasn't a fall, it wasn't a slip, it was someone...throwing him down by hand."
She seemed to see that day's scene again.
Yangyang was so small; he couldn't walk, he could only crawl at most, there was no way he could climb over the crib railing. That day, before his afternoon nap, she herself gave her son a bath and changed him into that onesy bodysuit. The police said there were no signs of friction on the clothes, not even a speck of dust on his knees.
“I was in the bathroom at the time. I had been busy all day and was very tired. My child was sleeping, and even if he cried, I could have gone to him immediately. By the time I came out, it was already like this. I know you don’t believe it, and the police at the time didn’t believe it either. It was just me and my son at home. Huasheng had just come back and hadn’t even changed his shoes. In such a short time, if he had really gone up and down the stairs, there should have been his shoe prints in the house. The police have already checked.”
“The tenement buildings are all inhabited by neighbors who have lived there for decades. If a third person were to enter or leave, whether by climbing through a window or a door, the neighbors would definitely notice,” she said wearily. “They searched the entire tenement building thoroughly and questioned every single household.”
"There's nothing...there's nothing at all..."
All the evidence points to her.
Throughout the lengthy interrogation, she never confessed. They said Wei Huasheng hired the best lawyers for her and took her for psychological evaluations and psychiatric assessments…
"Sometimes I even wonder if I did something when I had an emotional breakdown that I've forgotten?"
"How could this be? How could it be? He is my child, whom I carried for ten months. I love him so much. How could I be so foolish as to push him down the stairs?"
“It must have hurt so much. Once I fell down the last few flights of stairs and it hurt terribly... I can’t imagine how much Yangyang has suffered, he’s so young.”
Then comes sentencing and appeals.
Sometimes, Huang Qiulian felt dazed. She knew clearly that her emotions were not right at that time, but would such emotions lead her to hit the child?
She never believed it, or rather, she didn't want to believe it.
“I asked my lawyer to have Huasheng come and see me, because there was something wrong with the case. But he… only gave me a letter of understanding, saying it was a final act of kindness, and then handed over the divorce papers.”
Police records show that the scratching sound of the pen reminded her of her days as a teacher, when her students would write in the same way, the sounds intertwining and echoing in the classroom.
"I've been abandoned."
“Every day I was inside, I kept thinking about where things went wrong. It wasn’t me, it really wasn’t me… But besides me, the only other person in the house was Huasheng, who had just come in. I know him, he would never do anything to hurt his son.”
Humans are truly adaptable; gradually, she adapted to life in prison.
While in prison, she persisted in appealing, constantly contacting lawyers to try and overturn the verdict. Until one day, her lawyer brought news—the child was gone.
Not long after, news suddenly came that Wei Huasheng had requested a prison visit.
"I didn't see him." Her voice was very soft. "Yangyang is gone. What's the point of us meeting again?"
Because of her good behavior, Huang Qiulian received a reduced sentence. It was also while in prison that she received the devastating news of the successive deaths of her parents.
After her release from prison, Wei Huasheng appeared before her.
Hua Sheng said he believed it wasn't me.
“He said he always felt like something dirty was following him, and that thing… pushed Yangyang down.”
How can I believe such a thing?
But Wei Huasheng took her to see the child.
He said that institutions with church backgrounds are the safest, and even if there are evil spirits, they cannot harm Yangyang.
"The child is still alive." Huang Qiulian's voice trembled. "This is the best news; nothing else matters."
Uncle Li: "He meant 'ghosts'—"
Liang Qikai silently took notes.
Just before, they joked that there were actually some unconventional people among the wealthy who weren't superstitious.
“I don’t know. He said the ghost was watching him, following him, and observing his every move.”
"Huasheng could not produce any evidence, only saying that strange things kept happening. It was not until the obituary was issued that things calmed down."
Huang Qiulian seemed to find it laughable, weakly twitching the corners of her lips, but unable to laugh.
"Should I appeal to overturn the verdict? Tell the judge that it was a ghost that pushed the child downstairs?"
The years she spent with Wei Huasheng could not outweigh the time they spent apart.
During the child abuse case, he couldn't believe her. Later, he said that ghosts were always around him, and she still couldn't believe him.
Therefore, they could only reach one consensus: they had to keep their son's existence a secret.
Everything is for the children.
Have you kept in touch since then?
"It happened at first. But when I started working at a tea restaurant, the rumors about his criminal record spread like wildfire..."
"Huasheng said it was done by a ghost. We never had any contact after that. I think it was probably because of that ignorant reason that he was protecting me."
During that time, Huang Qiulian desperately begged Wei Huasheng to come see her. But faced with her son's injuries, Wei Huasheng was furious and refused to give her even a chance to explain.
As she awaited trial, the days passed one by one, and the boundary between day and night seemed to blur. She thought of her son in his sickbed all day long, and couldn't help but resent her husband who had once shared her life.
Wei Huasheng is now dead.
Huang Qiulian thought she had already cried all her tears, but when she saw the news about the Tianhou Temple murder, her tears soaked the clear words on the newspaper.
Huang Qiulian suddenly looked up and stared directly into the officer's eyes.
"You don't believe me, right? I don't believe it either."
"But the case is closed, and I've been in jail... Never mind, now I just pray that my child will always be safe."
Finally, the police asked her if she could recall any details about the "ghost".
Huang Qiulian thought about it for a long time.
"He seemed to have mentioned that the thing could harm the people around him. One of the children he sponsored was also targeted."
Do you know the name?
“I asked, and they said it was a car accident,” Huang Qiulian said. “Officers, do you really believe in things like ‘ghosts’?”
She added, "I even advised him to see a psychiatrist."
...
When Shengfang came back from her fencing class, her little steps were full of joy, and she would occasionally reach out and flutter her arms.
As soon as he got to his older sister, he looked up at her with his little face and boasted that he was now invincible and that no one in the class could beat him.
Aunt Ping chimed in, "Young Master is quite the expert."
"He's a pro!" Fangfang said.
Sheng Peirong had been staying in the study. When she saw him coming over, she was about to put away her documents and keep her younger brother company when she saw his cute little face looming in front of her.
"Big sister," Fangfang said, "have you ever played Monopoly? I can teach you!"
Clearly, it was the younger brother who wanted to play.
Like Zhu Qing, Sheng Peirong always felt soft-hearted towards this child unconditionally.
She glanced at the time and relented, saying, "Twenty minutes at most."
The little one cheered and quickly moved a chair over, sitting down next to the older sister.
Sheng Fang had made a "promise" with Sheng Peirong that once she woke up, she would be allowed to play the role of the strong, independent woman, "Mrs. Qian." But now, the kid isn't putting in any effort; the cool role still belongs to him!
My niece usually uses the computer in the study.
The little boy, Shengfang, played the game with great skill, completing the entire process from powering on the computer to connecting to the internet and then opening the offline game in one smooth motion. He enthusiastically explained the gameplay to his older sister until suddenly, a message notification popped up in the lower right corner.
"What is this?" Sheng Peirong asked.
"Of course it's an email notification!" Sheng Fang tapped the screen and turned to say, "Big sister! The DNA email that second sister received before is the one I saw!"
Sheng Peirong had heard her daughter mention this matter.
The young master of the Sheng family rode a go-kart and drifted in front of her to acknowledge her as a relative; he was incredibly impressive.
"Really?" Sheng Peirong feigned surprise. "So it was you who brought Coco home?"
Shengfang proudly leaned against her eldest sister: "I'm the uncle, after all."
As soon as they finished speaking, the siblings both looked at the title of the new email.
"Big sister, it's from Dr. Cheng." Fangfang read out the sender's name.
Sheng Peirong raised her eyebrows.
It turns out that Coco kept in touch with Dr. Cheng regularly.
The little one had already grasped the mouse, just about to click—
"Don't look." Sheng Peirong reached out and covered his eyes. "This is an adult's privacy."
Fangfang's little feet fluttered: "Dr. Cheng must miss me terribly too."
"Silly little brother," Sheng Peirong gently tapped his forehead, "You don't understand anything."
"Tell me about it!"
"You wouldn't understand even if I explained."
"Then teach me!"
...
The children's playtime is limited to a mere twenty minutes.
The eldest sister is even stricter than Qingzai; she won't tolerate even a second more.
After leaving the study, Fangfang wandered to the courtyard and stared blankly at her little bicycle.
It was his eldest sister's first day at work, a big event for the family. Just as he was considering how to drive her back to the company, he heard a soft laugh behind him.
"Don't worry about that," Sheng Peirong said. "I asked Aunt Ping to arrange a driver interview."
Aunt Ping now wears many hats; last time she jokingly called herself a "boss," and now she's like a "housekeeper." She takes notes of the young lady's requirements, marks the important ones, and works diligently and meticulously.
When Zhu Qing returned, the two adults in the living room were talking in hushed tones, while little Fangfang was riding his bicycle around the yard.
Upon seeing her, Sheng Fang immediately stopped the car and jumped out.
Fangfang ran towards her at top speed.
Zhu Qing crouched down and caught him steadily: "Shall I take you for a drive?"
"Great!" His eyes lit up, and he turned to push his beloved car. "Let's go!"
Behind me, Sheng Peirong's voice came.
"Coco, you received the email..."
"I'll go back later."
Zhu Qing's voice faded into the distance.
Sheng Peirong sat in the living room, looking at her daughter's back through the floor-to-ceiling window, her brows furrowed, unable to understand.
"Aunt Ping, how did she know who sent the email?"
"Young Miss, how would I know the answers to these questions..." Aunt Ping thought for a moment, "Perhaps... Qingqing only emails one person?"
Sheng Peirong narrowed her eyes, seemingly lost in thought: "That makes sense."
Aunt Ping was stunned.
Did she actually guess correctly?
"It's so cold, and they still want to go for a drive." She stood up, looked out the window, and shook her head. "These two, uncle and nephew."
A cool breeze was blowing along the mountain path of Kadoorie.
The uncle and nephew's hair was blown wildly by the strong wind, and they opened their mouths, playing a game of "eating the wind".
"Fangfang, are you the little monster that ate the storm?"
"Then you're the big monster!"
If this game were played in kindergarten, Shengfang would definitely frown and complain that it was too childish.
But now he was with Qingzai. He smiled with his eyes narrowed, pedaling his bicycle happily down the sidewalk, feeling incredibly content.
Zhu Qing followed behind him, watching the small figure from behind.
She hadn't spent much time with him in quite some time. Work at the police station was so busy that there was never a moment to spare. Fortunately, Fangfang didn't complain or feel aggrieved, and just shook her head contentedly.
"Wow! This is so much fun!" Fangfang happily lifted her little legs as she went downhill.
He gripped the handlebars with only his two small hands, his short legs dangling in the air, exuding an aura of freedom.
"I'd like to try it too."
"I'll lend it to you!"
Shengfang stopped the car and patted the seat generously as she got off.
Zhu Qing could sit on the four-year-old's bicycle, but she couldn't pedal it. They pushed the bicycle back to the top of the hill, and everything was ready.
"Charge!" he instructed from behind.
Zhu Qing slid down the slope, the bicycle wheel spinning rapidly, her hair dancing in the wind.
The moonlight shone on her face, making her eyes appear bright and clear, as if adorned with starlight.
The person behind shouted like a little coach, "You have to cheer, otherwise it won't be fun!"
In the second round, Zhu Qing's voice drifted up on the wind.
Wow! This is so much fun!
Such a loud shout seems to double the joy.
The little boy chased after her car, shouting, "My turn! My turn!"
The uncle and nephew went back and forth, playing a sliding game on the mountain path.
Even the cool breeze became gentle, and laughter echoed clearly and brightly.
...
After a short break, the Major Crimes Unit threw themselves back into their relentless work.
The next day, the meeting room door remained closed. The officers were busy running around, and even when reporting to Inspector Mo, they went straight to the point as soon as they entered the room, without even having time to drink water.
"Wei Huasheng seems to have only mentioned the 'ghost' to his ex-wife. We interviewed his relatives, business partners, and employees, but no one found anything unusual."
"Don't make me go to his brother to give a statement next time," Haozai said irritably. "He wouldn't let me go, asking if I could put in a good word with Wei Huasheng's lawyer, pull some strings, and help pay off his gambling debts. He even said... this time he really knows he was wrong, and if his older brother is watching from heaven, he absolutely can't bear to see his only brother so miserable. If he's watching from heaven, I think he'll die with his eyes wide open in disgrace."
Xu Jiale interrupted him: "Could it be that Huang Qiulian is lying about the so-called 'ghost'?"
“Probably not.” Liang Qikai took out the sign-in sheet from the community center. “An employee at the community center confirmed that she was discussing a shift change with Huang Qiulian when the incident occurred at the side hall of the Tianhou Temple. Besides…”
"If it's to overturn the verdict, making up an absurd 'ghost' story is even more far-fetched; even she herself finds it laughable."
Xiao Sun brought back a photograph.
In the photo, a handsome young man in a school uniform stands on the podium, while Wei Huasheng stands beside him smiling.
“We found the student Huang Qiulian mentioned,” he explained.
She mentioned that one of the students sponsored by the deceased was in a car accident, but he insisted that it was a ghost attacking his loved ones.
"This top student who won scholarships every year... Wei Huasheng always valued him highly, visited him at home, and showed great care for this child who had lost his father. There are even stories circulating in the neighborhood about their father-son relationship."
"But five years ago, he was in a car accident and became paralyzed from the waist down."
"After that, the deceased stopped the one-on-one donations. If he blamed himself for all the misfortunes that befell those around him... was Wei Huasheng trapped by his own inner demons?"
This photo was being circulated in the office.
The boy in the photo has a bright smile, and Wei Huasheng's appreciative gaze may also be imagining what his own child would look like if he could grow up safely.
"That student's address is here." Xiao Sun handed over a slip of paper. "Shall we go take a look?"
At this moment, Zeng Yongshan put down the phone and hurried over.
"Under further questioning, Huang Qiulian finally remembered that 'ghosts' were a knot in Wei Huasheng's heart when he was in his twenties."
“He mentioned it when we were dating; it was something that happened when he was a volunteer.”
“That was a shadow in Wei Huasheng’s heart, but Huang Qiulian was unsure whether it would help the case.”
The officers pieced together the clues.
"Could it be that Wei Huasheng has a mental problem?" someone broke the silence.
"At the time, only Huang Qiulian and Wei Huasheng were at home. She insisted that she did not do it and did not believe that Wei Huasheng would harm the child."
"But what if... it's not 'Wei Huasheng'? I mean, another personality is controlling him."
Everyone in the office fell silent and continued their analysis along this line of thought.
"I remember Huang Qiulian saying that she advised Wei Huasheng to see a psychiatrist."
"Moreover, she made it clear that she didn't want to reopen the case. As she said, the case is closed, and she's already served her time in jail..."
"Could it be that even she realized this possibility? But having been husband and wife for so long, and with her husband being a philanthropist, Huang Qiulian ultimately remained silent, choosing to play dumb?"
Huang Qiulian would never harm her own child, and neither would Wei Huasheng.
But what if it's another personality hidden beneath a facade of light?
The thought sent chills down the officers' spines, and the investigation continued.
...
The police investigation is ongoing, verifying the information step by step based on the clues they have gathered.
They found the child who had been receiving long-term financial support from Wei Huasheng.
It was a sudden car accident. The boy was thrown from his feet, his books scattered all over the ground. The once-excellent student struggled to even feed himself for the first two years after the accident, let alone return to school.
In his home, there was only his seriously ill mother.
Wiping away her tears, she told the police, "Mr. Wei's financial support has never stopped over the years... but he has never come back."
The "ghost" complex mentioned by the deceased's ex-wife, Huang Qiulian, dates back more than 20 years.
At the time, Wei Huasheng, in his early twenties, had just begun researching toy design and was also volunteering at a hospital. He was responsible for accompanying a six-year-old critically ill child. The child looked forward to his weekly toy time the most, always counting down the days, hoping that Wei Huasheng would bring new toys to play with him.
But that weekend, Wei Huasheng overslept. When he woke up and looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, he made a decision he would regret for the rest of his life: since he was already late, he might as well go play ball with his friends first.
When he arrived at the hospital the next day, a nurse with red eyes handed him a toy, which was a new product he had developed the previous week.
Until the very last moment, the child did not wait for him. Before being wheeled into the operating room for emergency treatment, he held the toy tightly.
“From then on, Mr. Wei began to do his best to help those in need. Initially, he used his meager part-time income, and after starting his business, he devoted himself to charity.”
"Perhaps because he took care of his younger brother since he was little, he has always been very responsible."
"Personal responsibility, family responsibility, social responsibility... Mr. Wei has always carried too much on his shoulders."
"Mr. Wei often said that if he hadn't been absent, he could have at least been with his child to the operating room door. But there are no 'what ifs' in life. In fact, he has already done very well. After all, doing charity is not an obligation."
These clues deepened the police's suspicions about Wei Huasheng's mental state.
However, when they retrieved the medical records and contacted the doctor, they received a clear answer.
"Mr. Wei also suspected he was 'sick' and came for a checkup, asking us to give him a comprehensive examination," the doctor said. "But after a consultation with specialists, we confirmed that he did not have a mental illness. He was just under too much pressure, burdened by his company and worried about his son... We did not prescribe any medication, but only advised him to rest more."
At 5 p.m., the officers from Major Crimes Unit B returned to the police station.
At this point, the investigation has once again reached a stalemate.
The meeting room door was open.
Zhu Qing stood in front of the whiteboard, staring at Wei Huasheng's photo.
That serious, old-fashioned face, yet his eyes revealed a sense of vigilance.
“What if…” she said, “what if the ‘ghost’ wasn’t his hallucination, but a real person?”
"Someone who has always been with him."
"Harm his son, break up his family, ruin the students he mentored..."
Wei Huasheng's good deeds are always praised by everyone.
His fears, however, were downplayed and dismissed as "overthinking."
But what if that "ghost" really exists?
And she watched him from beginning to end.
Until death comes.
...
Yesterday after school, Sheng Fang had no choice but to go to the fencing hall to learn "skills". This morning, he bargained with Aunt Ping and demanded compensation with a clear conscience.
In this family, everyone spoils Fang Fang the baby.
After school in the afternoon, Aunt Ping came to Kowloon Tong to pick up the young master and took him directly to Yau Ma Tei Police Station.
"Young master, I'll go buy groceries first."
Aunt Ping didn't leave until she had seen the young master upstairs.
The little boy had bought a bag of egg waffles on the way and was enjoying them immensely when he entered the police station. He was immediately caught up in the intense atmosphere of the investigation.
The police officers were extremely busy.
As Zhu Qing passed by, she greeted her as if she had bumped into a colleague: "You're here?"
Then, without stopping, she said, "Wait for me, I'll be right back."
Doesn't the uncle understand his niece?
When she said "very fast," she meant it was incredibly slow.
His colleagues were too busy to pay attention to him, so he strolled off to find Weng Zhaolin.
“John!” Shengfang Baby leaned against the door frame with one hand, tilting her little head, “I’m here again.”
Weng Zhaolin glanced at him sideways.
"Shall we go eat later?" Fangfang asked in a childish voice. "The usual place."
Weng Zhaolin recalled the scene at the tea restaurant a couple of days ago.
He carried six takeout meals upstairs, each one paid for out of his own pocket.
"I won't eat." Weng Zhaolin said without looking up.
"Then we'll go hungry!"
"Go hungry."
"Look," Fangfang walked in, "you're acting impulsively again."
As soon as he finished speaking, he tore off the most fragrant and roundest egg waffle, stood on tiptoe, and handed it over.
The hot egg waffles were almost poking his nose.
Weng Zhaolin was stunned for a moment.
The child's eyes are like stars, and they can even speak.
His heart softened, and he snatched the egg waffle in one bite, his mouth filled with sweetness.
No one has ever fed him like this since he grew up, and I was actually a little touched.
Police officers were coming and going in the corridor outside the office.
Sheng Fang noticed a familiar figure in her peripheral vision.
"Qingzai!" Fangfang's sweet little voice was incredibly loud, "Can you take me to a real zoo after closing the case?"
Weng Zhaolin chews and chews: ?
A real zoo...
Every single word felt like an insult.
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