He doesn't plan to sleep with me anymore.
Obviously, there was no ID, no mobile phone, and even the license plate number was forged, which shows that the deceased had the need to conceal or disguise his identity.
If the truck falling off the cliff in Longji Mountain was an accident, then there is no need for the driver to conceal his identity.
In other words, if it was not an accident but man-made, Mr. Jiang could not be the planner. Then what was the driver's intention in planning to fall off the cliff?
He was also in the car. Was he trying to die together with the others?
"Officer Zhou, can I ask why you came to see me? Is it because of that watch?" Wen Zichuan asked.
"You should have noticed. It's the Spring Festival holiday, and I'm not doing my usual work." Zhou Han pointed to his casual clothes and gave him a gentle look. "I just think that from your perspective, you can see more than I can."
"Me? I'm confused too," Wen Zichuan said with a wry smile, "I don't know if Brother Zhou mentioned this. His mistress also suspects that my father murdered Jiang Anyi."
Zhou Han narrowed his eyes. The name "Jiang Anyi" also turned on a switch in his mind.
"That's right." He looked at Wen Zichuan steadily.
"What's right?" Wen Zichuan was even more confused.
"First, let's talk about watches. You can't pinpoint any particular person through a watch. While this watch is expensive, many have been sold, and an object can be resold or given away. When we see a watch, we don't associate it with a specific person, but when you see a watch, your first thought is Liu Shixing, right?"
"Yes, if it's not him, it could be other artists from Xingyu Feiyu, or people related to them."
"Well, let's talk about Master Jiang. He is Cheng Sizhou's master, and you are Cheng Sizhou's..." Zhou Han knew their relationship, but he couldn't think of the right words to use. "You are his friend. I don't know if you and Master Jiang have met or have any dealings with each other."
"Never seen him." Wen Zichuan shook his head. He was supposed to meet him on New Year's Eve, but he ran away at the last minute.
"Third, as you said, Lin Xin suspected Wen Duo of murdering Jiang Anyi."
"If my father was the murderer, didn't the police find evidence to arrest him?"
"No, your father can't be the murderer, at least not the direct murderer. The kidnappers back then all died on the spot. If your father is still alive, then he is not the murderer."
"Yes, Brother Zhou said that all the kidnappers died on the spot. My father came back once when I was seven, in 2001, so he is definitely not the murderer."
Wen Zichuan's information about the "girl kidnapping case" all came from Cheng Sizhou. He didn't know as many details as Cheng Sizhou did. After listening to Zhou Han's words, he became more certain that all the kidnappers were dead and it had nothing to do with his father.
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"Officer Zhou, the kidnapper is dead, Jiang Anyi is dead too. Did they die together?!"
"I haven't figured it out yet, but you asked me why I came to you. I can answer that based on the information left at the scene—Mr. Jiang, the driver, the watch, and the truck falling off the cliff, resulting in one death and one injury—I thought you might be able to give me some inspiration."
While Wen Zichuan continued to think, Zhou Han opened a blank interface and started drawing on it using his finger as a pen.
He is a criminal policeman and is good at trace analysis and clue integration, so this is also his working habit.
Wen Zichuan saw him draw two circles on the page, with "Driver" and "Mr. Jiang" written inside the circles respectively; he drew two smaller circles inside, with "Watch" and "Jiang Anyi" written inside; he drew two more circles inside again, with "Xingyu Feiyu" and "Cheng Sizhou" written inside; finally, there was a circle in the middle that connected everything, with the words: Wen Zichuan.
This is a relationship diagram. In order to avoid being inaccurate, Zhou Han put a question mark between "watch" and "Xingyu Flying Fish" to prove that this deduction may not be accurate. But for the others, he is very sure.
"Tell me about your father?" Zhou Han lowered his tone, not wanting to turn this conversation into an interrogation.
"I can tell you everything, but I have a condition." Wen Zichuan clenched his fists and looked at him.
"you say."
"Don't hurt my mother."
"no problem."
In Wen Zichuan's view, both the past of Beiling Village and his parents' love were deeply painful for Lin Hanzhen. She had been tormented by regret and self-blame for more than 20 years and had never been able to move on.
Therefore, every time Wen Zichuan asked about his father, it was a second injury to his mother. He was their son and it was like this already. If the police came to question him again, he didn't know how long his mother would be sad.
Fortunately, it was Officer Zhou who came. He promised that he would definitely do it.
Based on trust, Wen Zichuan told everything about Wen Duo. The only thing he omitted was that his parents gave birth to him without being formally married - having a child out of wedlock is always not glorious, and he wanted to save some face for himself.
Zhou Han listened, thinking for a moment, and then sighed slightly: "Xiao Cheng has been in the hospital recently, right? I went to see him the day before yesterday, and Mr. Jiang's condition is still not good."
"That's as it should be. If Mr. Jiang wakes up, the people he wants to see most are him and his wife, Mrs. Lin."
Zhou Han nodded. "One more thing. The search and rescue team has found some broken porcelain pieces. The Huaili police will send someone to deliver them in a few days. Now that Mr. Jiang is unconscious, only his two disciples can see if there are any special clues."
Wen Zichuan thought, fortunately it was a few days later. He didn't want Cheng Sizhou to start research right away - his mental state was really too bad.
Having said that, it was time for Zhou Han to leave. He planned to apply after his vacation to review the original files of the "girl kidnapping case" that year.
He always felt that there was a connection between the two cases.
As a father himself, he could understand why Jiang Yunli had to give up the good New Year and go to such a remote place like Longji Mountain.
If he were in her shoes, he would also seek justice and truth at all costs for his daughter.
"Officer Zhou," Wen Zichuan stopped him before he left. "I... although I'm not a police officer, since you found me because of the intersection of clues, can I also contribute to this matter?"
"You want help finding clues?"
"I want to clear up the misunderstanding. I want to know the truth."
"No problem, we'll keep in touch."
"So, what can I do?"
"Let's see who lost their watch in Xingyu Feiyu."
After seeing Zhou Han off, Wen Zichuan fell into endless contemplation again.
The identity of the deceased will be determined sooner or later. Officer Zhou deliberately reminded people of the watch. Does this mean that there is another hidden story behind the watch?
He opened the webpage and searched for the artists of Xingyu Feiyu, but most of these big stars lived in the imperial capital. Who would go to Longji Mountain specifically around New Year's Eve?
I have no idea what to do, so I can only find out after signing with Xingyu Feiyu.
During the last two days of the Spring Festival holiday, Wen Zichuan stayed alone in the rental house.
Apart from cleaning up the house, the only thing he could do was wait.
Waiting for the good news that Mr. Jiang has woken up and recovered, waiting for Cheng Sizhou to come back happily, waiting for everything to return to the way it was before.
But no.
After waiting for so long, he even suspected that he was hallucinating. Whenever he heard footsteps outside the door, he would put down what he was doing, stare at the entrance for a few seconds, and then let the disappointment pile up like a mountain.
On the evening of the sixth day of the first lunar month, Cheng Sizhou finally returned.
Hearing the door open, Wen Zichuan didn't even bother to put on his slippers. He ran towards him barefoot and threw himself into his arms.
Cheng Sizhou patted his back, then let him go and walked straight to the bathroom.
Wen Zichuan followed behind: "Brother Zhou, are you... okay?"
Cheng Sizhou turned on the hot water, then remembered that he hadn't taken his clothes. Turning around and passing by him, he replied lightly, "Not bad."
Wen Zichuan knew what he was looking for and brought him the washed and dried coral fleece pajamas.
But how can Brother Zhou be considered “okay” with his appearance?
If he was really okay, he would definitely hold me tightly in his arms and kiss my forehead or cheek to ease the longing for me after being apart for several days.
There was a "splashing" sound of water in the bathroom. Wen Zichuan was sitting on the sofa. When he looked up, he caught a glimpse of Cheng Sizhou's mobile phone on the coffee table.
They both have the same model of mobile phone, and occasionally they take the wrong one for each other. However, because they trust each other, they never mind checking each other's phones.
This was the first time that Wen Zichuan felt a strong urge in his heart. He wanted to check his phone without his knowledge and find out what he had experienced recently.
When Cheng Sizhou opened WeChat, seven or eight small red dots appeared on the interface. They were messages from his mother and father, followed by two from Yu Ming, and the rest were New Year greetings.
Among them, only one girl’s avatar uses a real photo, which looks quite special.
"Happy New Year, Teacher Cheng. My grandfather wants to invite you to dinner so that we can meet and get to know each other. Are you free on the sixth day of the New Year?" said the girl.
But the message just hung alone in the dialog box, and Cheng Sizhou did not reply.
After Wen Zichuan looked at it, the little red dot disappeared. When Brother Zhou finishes taking a shower, he will definitely notice it.
Since the bad thing of "peeking at the phone" has already been done, it is better to do it to the end.
He opened the dialog boxes one by one and got a general idea from the fragments of information in the chat history.
Jiang Yunli's condition has basically stabilized, which means that the doctors have done everything they can. As for whether his brain damage can be recovered, it all depends on God's will.
I don't know who suggested that Cheng Sizhou was half-son to Mr. Jiang, and if he could get married to bring good luck, Mr. Jiang might be so happy that he would wake up.
Cheng's parents knew his sexual orientation. Dr. Cheng kept a sullen face and said nothing. Even if his own son was a rotten child, he couldn't drag other people's daughters into it. This was a matter of principle in dealing with people.
Ms. Wang had no choice but to keep discussing with him, saying that even if it was just a show, what if Mr. Jiang really woke up? As long as Mr. Jiang could get better, as a younger generation, what was wrong with making a sacrifice?
As luck would have it, Dr. He, who was rehired in the Department of Gastroenterology, has a granddaughter who was a junior high school classmate of Cheng Sizhou. It is said that she had a crush on him when they were in school. Now she is single, so she took the initiative to add him as a friend, hoping to develop further relations.
"You saw it all." Cheng Sizhou stood behind the sofa, tiny drops of water sliding down from the ends of his hair.
"Yeah." Wen Zichuan handed him the phone, his heart as tangled as a tangled seaweed.
Cheng Sizhou didn't say anything else. He walked silently into the master bedroom, picked up his pillow and quilt, and walked back to the small room next to the living room - he didn't plan to sleep with Wen Zichuan.
"Brother Zhou," Wen Zichuan called out to him, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"
Cheng Sizhou held the door handle and said tiredly, "I'm sorry," and then closed the door in silence.
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