Piranha Plant (10)

Meng Siqi became interested instantly. If this was the closest report to Fu Song'an a year ago, then it must be very valuable. She quickly said "That's great" and flipped through it.

This was Wen Huizhi's private investigation, and she seems to be a very organized writer. She described some of Fu Song'an's growth experiences, including how he entered school, got promoted, and met Pan Chun.

Also, the timeline for establishing his private studio and how he divides his time between the studio and his family.

Her eyes suddenly stopped at one of the lines: "Organ specimen trading".

It turns out that Fu Song'an was not just doing medical research. He had a dark history of selling organ specimens. She looked up and asked, "How do you know he does this kind of business?"

"In fact, Wei Xingping found it accidentally."

Meng Siqi was very familiar with this name, but he just couldn't remember it.

Wen Huizhi reminded: "You may have forgotten that Wei Xingping was a photographer for the newspaper, my colleague, who was murdered at the end of last year."

Meng Siqi suddenly realized that Wei Xingping was killed at home with his wife, and all ten of his fingers were cut off. It was a "scissors hell" designed by the murderer Xin Tianfei.

Meng Siqi nodded and said, "I remember him."

Wen Huizhi sighed: "At that time, Wei Xingping found out Fu Songan's secret, and was killed not long after. I thought he was being retaliated against. In fact, I was very scared at the time, so I took the initiative not to investigate this matter."

It turns out that Wei Xingping and Wen Huizhi were once journalists with conscience. They are like the two sides of a mirror. On the one hand, they need traffic to maintain their livelihood, so they will continue to report some false or unscrupulous news. On the other hand, they go deep into the dark side of society and promote the journalist's spirit of exploration.

Although there are two sides to this, Meng Siqi must also praise their positive side and their spirit of active investigation.

Wen Huizhi explained: "Their school does not allow teachers to run side businesses privately. Perhaps Fu Songan has been deceiving everyone in the name of scientific research, so this studio has not been closed down until now. What you see in it may just be what he wants you to see."

Meng Siqi realized something she had not figured out before. The equipment renovation and operation of this studio would cost a lot, and Song Xinran also said that she could get material security here, so these financial sources would definitely not be just Fu Songan's salary, so everything made sense.

"Do you think this information is useful to you?" Wen Huizhi asked.

"Very useful, thank you, reporter."

"I want to be your friend..." Wen Huizhi's face flushed slightly as she spoke, which seemed different from her previous self.

"We are friends now." Meng Siqi agreed with a smile.

She found that Wen Huizhi smiled like a little girl, raised her white wrist and touched the loose hair on her neck.

When they parted, Wen Huizhi suggested that they address each other by their first names in the future, and Meng Siqi agreed. She smiled and waved at her, "Siqi, goodbye! I hope to keep in touch with you."

"Okay. Goodbye."

Meng Siqi brought back the information, and she felt that everything might not be so simple.

Everything Song Xinran did might be a more unpredictable secret. She was so cold-blooded and cruel. Would she kill Fu Songan just because she couldn't get the love she wanted? This didn't seem to belong to her character.

If she loved Fu Song'an deeply, she would definitely show it, and Jin Yaming, who loved her deeply, would definitely interfere with her.

Now it seems that Song Xinran and Jin Yaming may have other secrets.

But now everything she knew had basically reached the bottom. If this whole thing was a bottle, she had indeed reached the bottom. She was deeply trapped in it and might only see the light at the mouth of the bottle.

After a few more days, Meng Siqi already had some anxiety. If she didn't know all this, didn't know that Song Xinran killed Fu Song'an, then she might have let it go and wouldn't have investigated further. But now that she knew the truth, she couldn't just give up.

Zhao Leiting placed a cup of fruit tea on her desk and said with a smile, "You seem to be worried, so I made this fruit tea specially for you. The tea ingredients are better than yours."

Meng Siqi picked up the glass. There were all kinds of things in it, just like a meeting of flowers and fruits. She could even count out several kinds of flowers and fruits. She drank this kind of tea for its flavor. Some people also like to put some Chinese medicinal materials in it to make themselves strong and healthy. Take this cup of tea, for example. She could recognize chrysanthemum, cassia seed, wolfberry and tangerine peel in it.

When people are anxious, a cup of tea like this can relieve fatigue and calm the mind. She took a sip and found the sweetness mixed with various aromatic medicinal flavors. Surprisingly, it tasted quite good.

She smiled and said, "Not bad, you didn't make this yourself."

"I can't do that. I don't have the ability to do it. I asked my friend to do it for me. I'll make it for you later."

"That's thoughtful," Meng Siqi took another big sip and immediately felt that most of her anxiety had gone away. She said gratefully, "Thank you, Zhao Leiting."

Zhao Lei Ting scratched his head and said, "That's too polite. I've said that you have to serve Officer Meng well, whether you have something to do or not."

"Come on." Meng Siqi smiled, "I'm not that lucky."

After Zhao Leiting left, Meng Siqi lay on the table and looked at the flowers and fruits in the glass, just like looking at swimming goldfish. The world inside was full of wonders. They sank into the water and floated up, just like the circumstances of life.

However, people are not isolated individuals. They may be a pair or a group of people. When they meet, they have stories, just like this cup of tea. With stories, things become wonderful.

As Meng Siqi watched, he felt as if she had thought of something.

In the afternoon, she had an urgent thought, and she hurried to Feng Shaomin's desk, "Master, I have something and I want to hear your opinion."

"You say." Feng Shaomin turned around and looked at her.

"Song Xinran and Jin Yaming, their relationship may be the answer to the whole thing. I want to go to the place where they used to live to investigate."

Feng Shaomin's eyes darkened slightly, as if he was thinking. He must have been thinking about this matter these days, but he may not have a direction. At this time, his eyebrows relaxed, "I think this may be an important direction. I will go with you."

"Master, let me go with Zhao Leiting. It's quite safe along the way. I'll call you if anything happens." She was not used to being out all day and all night with Feng Shaomin.

"Okay, you can talk to the Korean team again. He asked me about this recently."

"Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll leave today," said Meng Siqi.

"So urgent." Feng Shaomin looked worried, "How far is Song Xinran's hometown from here?"

"It should be in the next province. Zhao Lei Ting is still looking for the specific address. There should be a result. The only way to go there is by train. We should arrive tomorrow."

Feng Shaomin nodded, "Okay, Xiao Meng, be sure to pay attention to safety on the road. Xiao Zhao and I will give the instructions."

Feng Shaomin stood up and walked towards Zhao Leiting under Meng Siqi's gaze, as if he was giving instructions seriously. Zhao Leiting nodded repeatedly.

In the afternoon, Meng Siqi and Zhao Leiting applied for a business trip to the Korean team. After packing up, they took a taxi to the train station with Zhao Leiting.

The train station was crowded with people, and the whole square was filled with people. Meng Siqi felt a little dazed for a moment. She hated getting stuck in the crowd when taking a train.

The Jinyang Railway Station does not look big. It is a small transfer station in a prefecture-level city, but it is a vital link for this city.

In this era, green-skinned trains are still used. Meng Siqi has never ridden one. He was very interested at first, but got bored when he saw the crowds of people.

Zhao Leiting said: "It's almost the end of the year, everyone is going out, coming in, and rushing back to celebrate the New Year."

Meng Siqi then realized that it was almost the Spring Festival, and what a coincidence that he had to go on a long journey at this time.

The weather was cold and windy outside the train station. The wind blew all over the ground, and scraps of paper, small advertisements, and newspapers flew everywhere. Although she was wearing a thick windbreaker, she could not help being swept by the wind. She shivered, hugged herself with both hands, and followed Zhao Lei Ting to the ticket office. There were still people here, and she had to queue up in the open air. She didn't know how long it would take to buy a ticket.

Zhao Lei Ting turned his head and glanced at her. "Siqi, go to the station entrance to hide from the wind first. I'll buy the ticket."

There was a tent at the entrance of the station hall, where many people were taking shelter from the wind. Meng Siqi nodded, huddled up and walked quickly over there. Under the tent, she shivered again as the wind was blowing in from outside.

It was very noisy in the tent, with children crying, old people coughing, and men smoking. She couldn't stand the strong smell of smoke and went out of the tent. Because it was too cold, she squatted in the corner behind the tent to block out the wind a little.

After squatting for half an hour, Zhao Leiting finally came over. His face was red from the wind, and he waved at her, "Go in, the bus will leave in half an hour."

Meng Siqi stood up with the help of the tent frame. Her legs felt very weak for a moment and she felt a headache, perhaps from the wind. She took soft steps, just wanting to get to the station as soon as possible.

Following the crowd and squeezing into the crowd, Meng Siqi almost followed closely before she got on the crowded train with her ticket. However, her ticket was for standing room only, and she couldn't buy a seated ticket at this time.

There were people crowded inside. Zhao Leiting had long arms, so he protected her and asked people to make way. Zhao Leiting told her, "The dining car is in the front, there are fewer people there."

The two of them stumbled toward the next carriage. If it weren't for the bag, the feet, or the child on the ground, she would have been in great pain. She also ran into a passenger carrying a large bag, who knocked her to pieces.

She just felt lucky to have made it through this train alive.

As he walked into an aisle, Meng Siqi looked up and saw a man. The man was also hiding in the crowd, but he was tall and could be seen at a glance. His thick brown leather jacket made his strong and tall figure look particularly beautiful.

Lu He also glanced at her, and their eyes met in the noisy carriage. Compared with their previous situations, their eyes seemed very down-to-earth.

This is a temporary gathering place and a carriage where passengers pass by in a hurry.

Coming here means that they don’t know each other, they are just passers-by who meet by chance. However, they are different. They all come from the same place. Every meeting is so accidental yet inevitable. Meng Siqi even feels that the meeting with Lu He is more like an invisible script.

If there hadn't been that news thirty years later, if Lu He's name hadn't appeared in the news thirty years later, perhaps she would never have paid attention to him, because the dust had sealed the past for thirty years, and she had formed a close connection between herself and him.

She even felt that a big reason why she came here was because of Lu He.

Lu He's eyes were sharp, but they looked gentle when he looked at her. He pursed his lips towards her as if he was seeing an old friend, with the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

Meng Siqi took another step forward, passed several bags, crossed the tightly blocked aisle, crossed the invisible mountains and seas, and finally arrived at where Lu He was. She panted slightly and smiled: "Lu..."

"Call me Lu He!" Lu He interrupted her.

"Hello, Lu He." Meng Siqi remembered that when he was out, he should try his best to hide his identity. After all, he might be in the office at any time.

Zhao Leiting followed closely behind. He waved at Lu He and said with a smile, "Brother Lu, why are you here too, and Xiao Liang as well?"

Meng Siqi then noticed that there was a tall young man standing next to Lu He. He was Liang Yunfeng, a college student who joined the bureau with her this year. She had met him during training before.

"Brother Zhao, Meng Siqi, hello." Liang Yunfeng greeted them with a smile.

In the crowded corridor, they exchanged a few pleasantries, and Zhao Leiting asked, "Brother Lu, where are you going this time?"

"Zhang'an City."

"Since you arrived later than us, we will get off before you."

"Okay, we can take care of each other on the way." Lu He said, and then looked at Meng Siqi who was squeezed into a group.

Meng Siqi really wanted to keep some distance in a friendly manner, but others would not allow her to do so. A big man dragged a bag and bumped into her from behind. With such a squeeze, she almost couldn't control herself and was about to fall forward.

Lu He's powerful arms caught both of her arms in an instant, almost bringing her body just within a fist's distance of him.

She could almost smell his gentle and slightly rapid breathing as he lowered his head, as well as the unique smell of wood on his body.

Meng Siqi couldn't leave him. Like the filling in a sandwich, she was stuck in front of Lu He.

The man's chest was actually hot. Meng Siqi, who had been bitten by the wind all the way, felt the warmth penetrating his skin for the first time.

"It's too crowded here." Lu He's tone suddenly became less calm than usual, and he breathed rapidly, "I'll go clean up there."