Nineteen feathers
You don't know until you check. Once you check, you'll be shocked. The three people looked at Zhao Xingjian's criminal history on the identity information interface on the computer screen and sighed.
Originally, they thought that this ordinary taxi driver was just a weak and incompetent loser, but in Ye Linghan's view, he might have been a swindler as well.
But unexpectedly, these seemingly weak people actually had a record of raping underage girls when they were only twelve years old.
While marveling at this, Ye Linghan frowned and asked, "Why wasn't this written in the identity information given to us in the beginning?"
Su Mo shook his head helplessly, "Who knows."
Even though it was very suspicious, now was not the time to turn the blame on one's own family, so everyone tacitly agreed not to mention the matter again.
"This man is a beast! His death is well deserved!" People in their twenties are at the age when things cannot be hidden. Yao Qingluan clenched her fists, her face full of disgust towards Zhao Xingjian.
Su Mo nodded. "We can't pardon every criminal, but if they are also victims, the first thing we must do is not let the other perpetrator go."
"Our mission is to ensure that no criminal is allowed to harm innocent people again."
"That's right!" Yao Qingluan raised her hand to show her agreement.
"Alright, you're even making a big deal out of it." Ye Linghan quipped, "If only you could have such sincere remorse for arresting the wrong suspect back then."
He was still upset about being wrongly arrested and often brought it up intentionally or unintentionally to make complaints.
"Do your job!" Su Mo looked around and didn't see any tools that would be handy, so he casually picked up a pen and threw it at Ye Linghan. "Hurry up and check what else is written on the document."
"Okay." Ye Linghan smiled and took the pen that was thrown to him, flipping it over in his hand.
The clues they collected now were very fragmentary, especially with the sudden appearance of a skeleton. Such a shocking clue was enough for several people to digest for a while.
Ye Linghan was rummaging through the photos and artifacts of evidence they had collected from Zhao Xingjian's home. He pulled out the reddish rag and asked, "Do you think this rag could have been left behind by the victim who was raped?"
Yao Qingluan took it and looked at it carefully. "It's hard to say. We don't even know who the victim was back then, so we can't make a conclusion. Besides, would he be stupid enough to keep the evidence?"
Ye Linghan said nothing, but just carefully observed the fabric. Although it was faded, it had an indescribable feeling, as if it had been carefully washed. There were traces of time, but it was not shabby.
"Isn't there a record in the system about who the victim is?"
But this does not seem as easy as imagined. He thought that in this era of highly developed technology, all information can be found in computer backups, but he overlooked one thing. The infringement case happened twenty years ago. In that era when nothing was popular, there were too many injustices that could not be redressed.
The sound of keyboards and mouse clicks echoed in the room. After a moment, Su Mo said in a deep voice, "No, I asked Officer Zhang, who manages the archives. He said that five years ago, the system malfunctioned and a batch of files were lost. I think what we are looking for may be among them."
How could it be such a coincidence?
Five years is neither long nor short, and it seems like an accident, but it happens to be related to what they need, which makes it hard not to suspect that it was a long-planned event.
The fact that while deleting the victim's information, they left Zhao Xingjian's information behind makes people even more suspicious.
In an instant, the situation of further investigation became even more difficult, and the investigation office fell into a dead silence.
"In that case, we can only start the investigation from other places. It's just a detour, no big deal." Ye Linghan tried to encourage people.
"Xiao Ye, I'm going to the police station to deliver some evidence and ask them to help with the identification. Do you want me to give you a ride on the way back?"
"No, my home is nearby, I can just walk back. But didn't you say that the police don't interact much with us and we have conflicts? Wouldn't it bother us if we kept bothering them?"
"These are all connections I made during my school days. It doesn't matter. Even if there are disagreements, it's ultimately for the people. We want to bring the criminals to justice as soon as possible and restore peace and prosperity to the people. I think this is our common ideal."
Ye Linghan's eyes suddenly felt moist and hot for a moment.
It's really hard to tell. Su Mo doesn't look very old, but when he speaks, he gives people the feeling of an adult.
Su Mo glanced at the time and asked, "You really don't need me to send you off?"
"Really, there's no need." Ye Linghan said with a smile.
"Okay, let's pack up and go down together."
Because a lot of evidence was found this time, Ye Linghan helped take some downstairs and put them in the trunk of Su Mo's car.
Su Mo glanced to the other side as he stood up, then nudged Ye Linghan with his elbow, "Xiao Ye."
Ye Linghan straightened up and poked his head out of the trunk. Seeing that Su Mo wasn't looking at him, he asked, "What's wrong?"
Su Mo turned around and raised his chin in the opposite direction, motioning Ye Linghan to look over there. The sky was not completely dark at around seven o'clock in the summer evening, and it was filled with a light orange hue from the afterglow of the setting sun.
With the embellishment of neon lights, he followed Su Mo's gaze and saw a luxurious and ostentatious limited edition silver-gray Bentley parked not far away.
Why does this car look familiar? Ye Linghan narrowed his eyes, as if he had seen it in Yin Chen's garage. When he got his driver's license, Yin Chen took him to the garage to choose a means of transportation, but he declined because it was too conspicuous. Perhaps they had met once at that time.
The car window was lowered half a notch, and the man's blurred facial outline could be vaguely seen. Even though it was not clear, every turning point was just right, like the most perfectly modeled face in a game.
Just by standing there and doing nothing, you can attract everyone's attention and prove that you are not an ordinary NPC.
Su Mo on the side exclaimed in amazement: "No wonder I didn't have to send her off. It feels like someone is picking her up." He pretended to sigh, as if he had been let down by his heartless man.
Ye Linghan glanced at him and pretended to be mysterious, "Hiss, ouch."
Su Mo quickly looked at Ye Linghan, thinking he was feeling unwell, and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No." Ye Linghan smiled and teased nonchalantly, "I just smell a sour smell, I don't know where it comes from."
Su Mo gritted his teeth, shoved Ye Linghan away, and said unhappily, "Get lost!"
Ye Linghan didn't stand properly and was pushed by Su Mo. He staggered and pretended to run away. He turned around and smiled as he ran. He made a trumpet shape with his hands and shouted at Su Mo: "If you really want to know, call Sister Luan down. We are different. Men should be more proactive!"
After Ye Linghan finished speaking, he automatically ignored Su Mo's polite greeting and turned to run towards the car on the side of the road.
He opened the car door and sat in the back seat naturally. He was still slightly out of breath because he ran so fast.
"Master, aren't you busy these past two days? It's rare to see you twice in one day."
Yin Chen lowered his eyes, his chest rising and falling steadily. A thin notebook was placed on his legs, and his beautiful fingers tapped on the keyboard.
He didn't answer Ye Linghan's question, but instead asked what he wanted to hear, "Why are you different from him?"
"Huh?" Ye Linghan didn't react. What did he mean by "I'm different from whom?" Then he suddenly remembered what he had just said to Su Mo. Perhaps because he spoke too loudly, the person in the car heard it.
"Are you talking about Su Mo?" he asked tentatively.
"Um."
"Oh, you're talking about him." Ye Linghan really didn't expect that Yin Chen, at such an old age, was still so gossipy.
However, when he thought that Yin Chen was such a serious person, and someone actually took the initiative to ask him gossip, he felt a little funny in his heart.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Ye Linghan continued to speak on his own, "The two of them were in that state, their eyes were so glazed, anyone could tell something was up. They're just too shy to say it, playing the pure love game."
Ye Linghan was very sensitive to the romantic atmosphere of the people around him, as if he had installed a radar, and he could often accurately capture the slightest movement. He had suspected it since he first saw Su Mo and Yao Qingluan, but he didn't ask because he was not familiar with them. It was not until the morning when Su Mo subconsciously held Yao Qingluan in his arms that he became more convinced of his thoughts.
"What does pure love mean?" Yin Chen stopped typing, tilted his head and looked at Ye Linghan seriously, waiting for his answer.
However, because the visibility in the car was not very high and the lights were not on, Ye Linghan did not notice the cunning in the corner of Yin Chen's eyes.
"Ahem... Young Master you..." Ye Linghan choked on his saliva. It seemed that his young master was also into pure love. Every time he was about to lose control, he looked like a veteran. He ignored the fact that he had never seen or heard of other people around him.
"Hmm?" Yin Chen asked.
Ye Linghan was at a loss and thought seriously about how to explain it. Generally, this kind of words can only be understood intuitively, but it is really difficult to express the specific meaning.
"Well... it's just a pure chat under the covers, with emotions being the most important thing. That's about it."
He thought Yin Chen was just asking casually, so he didn't explain it in detail, thinking that he could just get away with it.
But unexpectedly, Yin Chen became interested and continued to ask, "So, are you pure in love?"
"Ah?" Ye Linghan blinked and stared blankly at the person in front of him, his mouth opening and closing but not making a single sound.
Something is wrong, eleven out of ten. Why has the young master suddenly become so abstract these days? Some of the questions he asks are so unexpected that he doesn't know how to respond.
Could it be that the century-old ghost has a lover?
The one he has his eyes on is in a miserable state, Ye Linghan secretly clicked his tongue. Based on his understanding of Yin Chen, he will definitely look for a partner whose taste is one of blood. In that case, it would be enough to provide blood on the night of the full moon, but if they become a romantic relationship, wouldn't he be pestered and bitten on the neck every day?
In this situation now, I am probably the only one who has gotten used to this feeling.
The scene of their lovemaking at night emerged in Ye Linghan's mind, and he couldn't help but shudder.
"Are you cold?" Ye Linghan's body seemed to be trembling slightly, and Yin Chen asked with concern.
"Ah? No, no." Ye Linghan immediately sat up straight with a smile on his face.
"Then why don't you speak?"
Yin Chen continued to ask.
Why is this person so persistent?
Ye Linghan thought for a moment and said, "Of course I am, and... I'm quite looking forward to finding someone who will be able to spend the rest of my life with me."
The second half of the sentence was said in a very low voice, almost by Ye Linghan himself, because he had been following Yin Chen since he was a child and was a blood slave of the lowest status in the eyes of the blood clan. His body almost belonged to Yin Chen. He was lucky that his friends did not abandon him, and he would not ask for more.
After spending six thousand days and nights together, it would be a lie to say that she had no feelings for Yin Chen. But even if she did, what could she do? He was too perfect and she had no right to disturb him.
I have no regrets as long as I can stay with him until he finds someone else.
When I said that, I was holding on to a glimmer of hope, wanting to see how much weight I held in the other person's heart.
Yin Chen has always been very kind and respectful to him. He doesn't know whether this kindness is out of emotion or because of his high quality as a person.
"What's wrong with you?" Yin Chen stared intently at the person in front of him who was in a daze and had no interest. He raised his white fingers without a trace of blood and touched the other person's forehead.
Ye Linghan suddenly felt a slight chill on his forehead, and his heart couldn't help but feel restless, like small stones thrown into a lake, causing ripples. His heart seemed to be suddenly squeezed and then released by someone.
However, his remaining sanity told him to stay calm.
"Have a fever?" Yin Chen asked.
Ye Linghan lowered his eyes and slightly stepped back to avoid Yin Chen's physical touch. "Nothing, just a little tired after a busy day."
As he spoke, he managed a bitter smile.
Yin Chen noticed something strange about Ye Linghan, and his originally deep eyes became even colder. Ye Linghan had never rejected him since he was a child, but this time his concern was also rejected.
Yin Chen's hand paused in mid-air for a moment, then he clenched his fist and put it down. "Drive." He said coldly to the driver in the front seat.
The already quiet interior of the car now felt even colder.
Ye Linghan also realized that his previous behavior was too abnormal, but caught in this embarrassing situation, he didn't know what to do.
Perhaps because I care, I pay more attention to it, but because I know that there will be no result, I can only choose to bury this emotion deep in my heart.
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