Hong Kong is already very hot in early summer. Everyone feels uncomfortable in the air-conditioned room, let alone in such a sour and stuffy environment.
Jiayi, however, leaned against the door frame, hugged her knees and sat next to Wang Weiya very steadily, making people wonder if her sense of smell has failed.
"Ah Wei, how many kinds of hot pot have you tried?" Jiayi asked, as if she was sitting with a good friend in a wooden building with the fragrance of cherry blossoms and tea, drinking and chatting by the window.
When Wang Weiya saw the pile of evidence documents in front of Jiayi, she had already crawled to sit up, and now she was sitting cross-legged with her head drooped. Hearing Jiayi's words, he raised his head, hesitated for a while, and then stammered:
"Chicken soup hot pot, and beef hot pot with shacha sauce."
"Do you know how many kinds of hot pot there are in the country?" Jiayi asked with a smile.
"How many kinds?" He asked back in confusion, not understanding what this topic had to do with his son's death.
"Spicy beef hot pot, with a spicy beef hot pot base, all the ingredients rolled in it will be extremely spicy, making you grimace and unable to stop eating;
"There is also the old Beijing copper pot hot pot, with charcoal burning in the device in the center of the pot, and four circles of pot filled with fresh and thick lamb soup, with a few wolfberries, green onions, red dates, etc. floating on the soup. Thin slices of lamb are dipped in the boiling white soup, dipped in sesame sauce, and eaten with eyes closed. Wow, my mouth is watering;
"There is also coconut chicken hotpot, which uses coconut milk and small Wenchang chicken. The chicken is tender and bouncy, and the ratio of fat and muscle is very exquisite... The dipping sauce should use sweet soy sauce, lemon and sand ginger, which can suppress the fishy smell of the meat and amplify the freshness of the chicken without suppressing the sweetness of the coconut milk. I like it too;
"……
"There is another kind of hot pot, I bet you haven't eaten it. Pickled cabbage and pork hot pot, in fact there is also pickled cabbage and barbecued meat, both use the fermented sour taste to suppress the greasy taste, and after neutralization, it tastes appetizing and refreshing. The pork should be cut into thin slices so that it won't taste too greasy, dipped in the sour soup pot, and eaten with garlic juice, ah... I must eat pickled cabbage and pork hot pot this week!"
Jiayi listed them one by one, drooling as she spoke, and Wang Weiya's eyes also flickered.
No one can resist the temptation of delicious food, and beautiful cuisine is the thing that can best inspire people's yearning for life.
After Jiayi paused, she stared at Wang Weiya for a long time before she spoke:
"There are still many beautiful things in this world that you can try. You suffered a great trauma in this large amusement park. I know you don't want to live anymore. But you are still too young, and life is still long. I hope you can think about those beautiful things, regain your passion for life, and your desire for the truth."
"The truth... even if it is found out, what? Kunzai is dead." Wang Weiya's voice was dry, but at least he spoke.
"Maybe Kunzai's soul is still by your side, waiting for you to start over. When your second child is ready to be born, he can be reincarnated and continue to be your child." Jiayi knew that Hong Kong people of this era were very superstitious. Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, Wang Weiya raised his head and looked around, as if he was really looking for Kunzai's soul.
When Jiayi saw Wang Weiya after she confessed to the crime, she knew that he had given up everything. He deliberately described the process of his murder as extremely brutal, wanting to be relieved. He needed to be scolded, attacked, and then executed to redeem his pain and punish his life... He couldn't live with the guilt.
But...
it wasn't his fault.
When Wang Weiya pursed her lips and couldn't find the words, trying to escape from the state of waiting for death, but was attacked by more intense pain and despair, wanting to destroy hope again and return to the state where she would not feel pain as long as there was no light, Jiayi showed a relaxed expression again, suddenly smiled in an ambiguous way, then cast her eyes to the side, and said in a reminiscence:
"I have a younger brother, who is 14 years old this year, 5 years younger than you, but he seems to have had a similar mental state as you."
"?" Wang Weiya's attention was finally pulled out of the pain and fell on Jiayi's words.
Jiayi then smiled and told the embarrassing story of her younger brother. Just because he got angry, he thought he had a terminal disease, and he seriously explained his future life and waited for death to come.
In her description, Wang Weiya saw a lively and sensible boy who was trying to become mature and wanted to be a good boy who cared about his family and didn't hold them back...
Seeing that he was feeling better, Jiayi told Jiajun about the part about PTSD. Her tone was especially gentle. Real emotions are often the most touching. Wang Weiya's shoulders stretched unconsciously and her back was not as hunched as before.
Because she was listening to other people's stories, she would not feel the same pain or fear as the people in the stories, but would only read some inspiration and even muster up courage from other people's stories.
After Jiajun's story came to an end, Jiayi slowly said:
"The setbacks people encounter in childhood or adolescence may accompany them throughout their lives, affecting their temperament and major life choices.
"People who become demons because of traumas that we cannot choose or escape are the most humble cowards. But you are definitely not a coward. You have been bravely fighting against the past, gritting your teeth to do everything you face, and trying to take on the responsibilities of a husband and father.
"A warrior will not be defeated by another challenge, he will only become stronger."
Wang Weiya raised his head, his nostrils dilated, and his lips trembled slightly.
He was enduring the sudden surge of the tide in his chest. Those past memories wrapped in the pain of childhood that had never been forgotten surged out, wanting to spray and vent.
He endured, and is still enduring...
It turns out that the pain of childhood will turn into a real disaster, and when you think you have grown up, have escaped the control of others, and can change and choose your own life, it will give you a fatal blow.
The parents who once made you suffer will never leave you...
No matter how strong a person is, he has suffered this and therefore appears weak.
"Ah Wei, it's not your fault." Jia Yi's voice was particularly sincere.
Wang Weiya's eyes were instantly wet, and the waves in her chest turned into tears, drawing rivers on her face and cutting through the numb mask. Under the skin washed by tears, the real teenager was revealed, stubborn, passionate, and tough.
"You are also a victim.
" "It's not only the dead Kunzai and the crying Zhang Shuyu who are victims, you are too." "
Jia Yi took out a clean tissue from her pocket and handed it to Wang Weiya:
"You are a very good father. Even children from wealthy families don't always have such a happy smile on their faces like Kun Zai.
"You have tried your best to prove that you are a good father.
"I have seen a father who accidentally beat his own child to death. When he was arrested, he did not cry for his child, but just defended himself loudly, saying that he was a good person and that he was doing it for the good of his child. He even said that the child was his own, so what if he beat the child to death? But you are suffering because of this, and even want to punish yourself with death. I know you are a good person, with compassion and a sense of responsibility. Such a person should not die unjustly."
Fang Zhenyue, who had been guarding the door to block reporters outside and paying attention to the noise inside the house, raised his head slightly and sighed silently.
"People who do a lot of things will occasionally make mistakes. Only those who do nothing will not make mistakes.
"You are only 19 years old, and there is still a long future, and there will be more children.
"Be strong, let's find the truth together."
"The truth of the matter?" Wang Weiya wiped away tears.
"I have checked the inflatable house that Kunzai played in at the time of the incident. Other detectives went to other businesses that rent inflatable houses to study and understand normal inflatable houses. The police have determined that the friction level of the ropes used in the inflatable house that Kunzai played in was not up to standard, which may be the core factor that led to the tragedy." Jiayi took out a few documents and shook them in front of him.
"The rope of the inflatable house..." He murmured, raising his eyes and shaking them after Jiayi's hand.
"Yes. First, the merchant's inflatable house product does not meet the standards; second, the merchant may not have informed the risks of using the inflatable house on windy days. More reports and evidence will be available soon, and other inflatable house merchants have also provided the police with the quality inspection standards of the materials used in various parts of this product...Are you willing to be the victim of this case?"
"Do you want me to sue the inflatable house merchant?" Wang Weiya finally raised her eyes completely and looked at Jiayi timidly.
"You can file a lawsuit with the police, but I want you to do it. Win the lawsuit and get over this hurdle yourself. Let's make the unscrupulous inflatable house merchants who caused the tragedy pay the price and save more families and children who may be harmed by inflatable houses." Jiayi looked at Wang Weiya steadily, as if tempting Adam's snake, shaking the evidence in her hand, igniting hope in his heart, filling him with passion, and setting goals in the future for him to pick.
"...Madam, I do!" Wang Weiya clenched her hands, and when she said this, she sobbed, her voice broke, and gradually howled. But he read these words very loudly and hard, as if he was encouraging himself in this way, and as if he was taking an oath.
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When leaving the sour and smelly birthplace of Wang Weiya, the team of Jiayi and Fang Zhenyue expanded to a team of three.
Fang Zhenyue protected Wang Weiya and pushed through the crowd, while Jiayi followed behind the two with her arms folded, her face firm but her eyes gentle.
A reporter took this photo, the two men walking in front became the foreground, and the slender and beautiful female police officer behind them became the focus of the photo.
Behind them was a dirty and gloomy house, but facing them was an open, sunlit front yard. The wind from outside blew up the female police officer's long hair that had fallen when it was tied up.
There seems to be a feminine charm on her face, and there seems to be sadness in her eyes, but her stretched shoulders, straight back, and small sword-shaped eyebrows that are still flying when she is expressionless, blend the beautiful feminine characteristics with heroic spirit.
The complex beauty and complex expressions are completely recorded in this photo, which has become the most cherished and proud work of this reporter for a long time.
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The three returned to the police station. Mr. Guo from the Public Relations Department came to the door with a bitter face and implicitly complained that Team B finally poked the cauldron this time. Instead of immediately prosecuting and letting go of the murder suspect who had confessed, all the citizens of Hong Kong would curse the police for their recklessness.
But Fang Zhenyue, who was blamed, was not angry, nor did he worry about it.
Now, the situation has been completely reversed and changed completely.
Tomorrow's newspapers will be full of reports on the latest developments. No one will remember yesterday's dissatisfaction with the police force. They will only sigh at the impermanence of the world and the twists and turns in the process of digging out the truth.
In front of Guo Yongyao, the murderer Wang Weiya has stood shoulder to shoulder with the detectives.
Just as the detectives have never given up on him, never given up on the truth, and always stood with him.
They will leave despair to the real black-hearted villains and pick up the hope that was once abandoned.
Together, they will restore the truth to this case.