The protagonist of the three photos is Fu Heng, which is not surprising.
In fact, after seeing so many "ambiguous photos" of himself, Fu Heng has become immune to them.
What he cares more about is the difference between this photo and the previous ones.
In the past, the other party deliberately created various ambiguous photos with different positions and sent them to Gu Qingqing, with the purpose of disgusting her.
Now there are three photos of his childhood.
The first one was taken when he was three years old at the beach.
The second one is a photo of him and his parents on his first day in kindergarten.
The third one is a surveillance camera photo taken in a small alley.
The alley was very dark, and he, who had grown into a teenager, was wearing a school uniform. He tilted his head to look into the alley, as if something inside attracted his attention.
Because of the age, the edges of the three photos were yellowed, and the facial features of the people in them were not very clear.
But as the person involved, Fu Heng still recognized himself at a glance.
He edited the origins of the three photos into a text message and sent it to Bai Qiyu, which was also an encrypted file.
After a few minutes, Bai Qiyu sent a voice message: "The photos this time are different from the previous photos sent to Qingqing. They should not be sent by the same person."
"I can see it." Fu Heng replied: "Cheng Xiaoxiao has been arrested, but someone still sent strange express delivery to Qingqing, which means that there are actually more than one person targeting Qingqing."
It's just that they had guessed it a long time ago, and this express delivery gave them definite evidence.
"No, that's not what I meant."
Bai Qiyu stared at the three photos on the computer screen with his sharp eyes like a hawk. His big, bony hands were still holding the phone. He said in an inexplicable tone: "According to my analysis, these three photos are more of a reminder than a threat."
"Reminder?" Fu Heng raised his eyebrows.
Was it the enemy's conscience or a traitor on the other side?
Of course, this unreliable guess would never happen.
"Not bad." The red electronic pen marked the doubtful points on the three photos.
"The first one is a photo of you when you were three years old, the second one is when you were in kindergarten, and the third one was taken at an alley. Let's not talk about this one for now, just the first two. Don't you think someone is deliberately reminding us that the real enemy has discovered Qingqing's secret and wants us to be more cautious?"
Rather than saying that these three photos were sent to Gu Qingqing, it would be better to say that they were sent to Qingqing's current guardian.
Since the other party knew Qingqing's secret, they must also know that a four-year-old child could not understand the meaning of these photos, so these photos would definitely fall into their hands.
"The other party is very cautious, or may have some concerns, but the only thing that can be confirmed is that he has no ill intentions towards Qingqing, and may even stand on our side at some point."
"If that's the case, then we must find him even more."
Fu Heng said rationally: "A 'helper' whose identity is unknown, and who we don't know if he will really stand on our side, is better than a person whose identity is confirmed and can really help us."
The former has too many uncertain factors, while the latter at least they can control.
Even if the other party is unwilling to help after finding the person, they can at least have a bottom line in their hearts.
"Ok, give me three days."
This is a conservative estimate, and one day is actually enough.
"Okay." Fu Heng nodded, and then heard Bai Qiyu ask: "It's not that I want to explore your privacy, it's just that last photo..."
"That road is the only way I have to go to high school." The Fu family is rich, but obviously they don't have the habit of spoiling their children.
At that time, the family was far away from the school, and the school didn't have accommodation. Fu Heng could only ask the family driver to pick him up or take the subway to go to school.
It takes more than 40 minutes to drive one way, not counting the traffic jam time. The subway only takes more than 20 minutes. Fu Heng simply chose to take the subway.
It can also save time.
There is a five-minute road from the school to the subway station, which happens to pass by that alley.
After three years of going back and forth, Fu Heng subconsciously remembered this place no matter how careless he was. Moreover, a special incident happened here that year, which left a deep impression on him.
"What special incident?"
Bai Qiyu suddenly had an idea, and he seemed to have grasped some key information.
"It's not very special." Fu Heng recalled carefully: "I had something to do that year, so I didn't leave school until around 9 or 10 o'clock in the evening. As a result, when I passed that alley, I seemed to have encountered a murder case. That photo should have been taken by the roadside surveillance. I saw the scene of the crime."
Road surveillance will only be retained for three to seven days at most. After the expiration, it will be automatically deleted because it occupies too much memory. The fact that his photos from that time can be kept until now probably means that the other party has been eyeing him for a long time.
"Seems?" Bai Qiyu caught the loophole in Fu Heng's language.
What kind of uncertain tone is this?
"Well, because the murderer found my presence, he immediately ran away, and I helped call the police and the emergency number for the victim, and left after confirming that the other party was in the ambulance."
"What happened next?" Bai Qiyu felt like a gossiping crowd.
Unfortunately, Fu Heng's cold words ruined his rare interest in gossip: "I didn't pay attention to the follow-up."
As a passerby, the helping hand he extended was enough, and it was naturally impossible for him to mix up such things.
Fu Heng didn't even know whether the rescued child was alive or dead. The only thing that was certain was that at least when he left, the person was still alive.
Even before getting on the ambulance, she said to him in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."
"The other party sent this photo now, could it be..."
Everyone is smart, Bai Qiyu and Fu Heng immediately thought of the same thing.
"The other party hinted that the real culprit behind the scenes is related to this matter." The two said in unison.
As soon as the words fell, a crisp bell sound suddenly came from Fu Heng's side.
The night was slightly cool, and the balcony was dark and quiet. In this environment, the sudden ringing of the bell sounded so strange that it made people's scalps numb.
Bai Qiyu immediately put the phone away, his face was a little livid, but Fu Heng was expressionless and calm.
"Are you afraid of ghosts?" In order to facilitate communication, the two of them were on a video call, so the other party could see clearly what the other person was doing.
"I'm not." How could Bai Qiyu admit his weakness?
Just as the two grown men were discussing whether the other was afraid of ghosts, the sound of bells became louder, and Qingqing's tender little voice followed closely: "Uncle, what are you doing here?"
Fu Heng turned his head and saw Qingqing wearing a goose yellow nightgown with small rags and lace, without shoes, and two small silver bells dangling on each of her two cute little feet. Obviously, the sound just now was made when Qingqing was walking.
I don't know where his mother found the toddler anklet from, and she put it on Qingqing.
"Why is Qingqing here?"
Fu Heng squatted down, seemingly casually turning the screen of his mobile phone to the other side, so that the man opposite could see the scenery.
Bai Qiyu: "..."
"Grandma made some soup, and asked if you want to drink it."
It turned out that the little guy came to complete the task of calling people assigned by the elders.
"Yes, you go in first, uncle will be here soon."
Fu Heng coaxed Qingqing to leave, and then said to Bai Qiyu: "You heard it too, I have something else to do here, I'm hanging up first."
"..." Bai Qiyu: "Do you dare to let me see Qingqing?"
"I dare not." After hanging out with Qingqing for a long time, Fu Heng has learned to choke people to death without mercy.
Bai Qiyu hung up the phone angrily.
With his lips slightly curled, Fu Heng walked into the house happily, and heard his father talking to his mother: "How many years have these clothes been here? You still keep them."
"It's a souvenir after all."
"Hey, it's also because I didn't think much about it back then. Otherwise, I would have taken a photo of that brat wearing a skirt when he was a child while he didn't know anything. Now I can laugh at him and see if he dares to make me angry again. If I get angry, I will post the photo of his skirt and let everyone see the joke."
It turned out that the little skirt on Qingqing was the one Fu Heng wore when he was a child.
Fu Heng: "..."
You are really my father.
Mrs. Fu rolled her eyes at her husband: "You dare to post it, you are so old, but you are going backwards, childish."
"What do you know? I am young and keep up with the fashion trend so that I won't be abandoned by the times." Fu Chengte retorted unconvinced.
"I'm too lazy to talk to you. I'll go get some soup for Qingqing."
Mrs. Fu obviously didn't want to talk to this old kid anymore, so she got up and went to the kitchen.
Fu Chengte got up and wanted to follow him, but was stopped: "Your legs and feet are not in good condition, don't follow me, it will be inconvenient."
The latter sentence was just a lie, and there was absolutely no intention to dislike Fu Chengte, but instead revealed a strong concern.
Mrs. Fu was actually in good health, but she would be weak every time she did dialysis.
In fact, since she started dialysis, her mental state has been better than before, and she no longer has to be so strict about avoiding some things that she couldn't eat before, and can taste them appropriately.
This obviously stimulated the old man's appetite, so much so that Mrs. Fu, who had long been tired of cooking, began to pick up this hobby again.
Especially now that there are two more children at home, the old man likes to cook for the children at home.
No need to give anything in return, just give a good review after the meal, and the old man can smile from ear to ear.
The two children, one is Qingqing and the other is Fu Chengte.
Fu Heng is already a mature adult, and there are only these two children at home.
The fish soup stewed by Mrs. Fu, with a lot of ginger added, has no fishy smell of fish, only the freshness of seafood and the spiciness of ginger.
Add other seasonings, neutralize them together and stew them for more than three hours. It tastes very good after it comes out of the pot, and it can also dispel evil cold and nourish the body.
One bowl per person, just enough to divide the whole pot of fish soup.
Fu Chengtie took his phone and took a photo, and posted it on WeChat Moments: My son and his daughter-in-law came to visit us, and the whole family is here. [Picture, four bowls of milky white fish soup are still together], (only Fu Heng can't see it.)
Everyone is free at this point, and as soon as the WeChat Moments are posted, the replies below become lively instantly.
Lao Zhang: Your kid is really filial, unlike that annoying thing in my family who is not seen all day long.
Lao Li: Envy.
...
Fu Sizhen: ...
Fu Sishen: ...?
Fu Sishen: Grandpa, don't you think you missed something?
Fu Chengtie replied to Fu Sishen: Nothing was missed.
Fu Sijian replied to Fu Chengde: Sorry for disturbing you, we don't deserve to have a name.
Even the usually mature and calm Fu Sijian couldn't help but stand up and complain, which shows how helpless these two brothers are towards their old man.
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