dead innocent

Wu Yaowen is nearly 50 years old, and his face belongs to ordinary people walking on the street who are easily overwhelmed by the crowd.It can also be seen from the figure that he has been engaged in physical labor all year round, his skin is tanned by the sun, with a healthy brown coppery luster, his facial features are well-groomed, and he is serious.A pair of eyes that were darker than the skin tone showed the stiffness and dullness in the eyes of those who have been engaged in outdoor manual labor for many years.

Chu Xingyun shook hands with him, and found that his palms were as rough as if they had been polished with sandpaper. They were the hands of a father who supported a family.At the same time, I can't help but feel sad that this person has received so many honors, but his status has not improved at all.Although he participated in two National People's Congresses as a representative of the Yinjiang Municipal People's Congress for two consecutive years, and was personally received by the President of the country, it was useless. He was still an ordinary workshop maintenance worker in a feed factory. With a low salary, he supports his father who is sick in bed, and his daughter who is studying for a Ph.D.

Life did not break down his kindness, which deserves to be praised by the whole society.

Wu Yaowen's daughter, Wu Xiaoshuang, looks to be in her early twenties. She wears simple and plain clothes, and the light makeup on her face does not cover her youthful face. She wears ponytails and jeans, like a college student who has just finished class.

Wu Yaowen was not good at talking, and sat on the black leather sofa for guests, rubbing his hands with his head drooping, his daughter Wu Xiaoshuang sat beside him and explained the whole story concisely.

"We went to Ludan Mountain to play before, and I haven't seen him since we came back. We have less time to meet, he is very busy with work, and I am preparing for my defense recently, and I am also very busy. But no matter how busy he is, he will give him every night. I made a call. I felt a little strange that I didn’t receive his call for two or three days in a row. I called him but no one answered. I was a little worried, so I went to find him in his rented house. The landlord said it had been several days I didn’t see him go out, and then took the key to open the door. There was no one inside, and he didn’t go to work. The work unit was also looking for him. At first I went to the police station to report the case, but the police didn’t pay attention to it and refused to accept it. We had no choice. A friend of my father's...you help us, officer, I feel, I feel that Shibin must have had an accident, otherwise he would never have disappeared without saying a word!"

Wu Xiaoshuang rubbed her hands restlessly, looking at Fu Yi with tears in her eyes.

Fu Yi handed her a few tissues, and said softly, "Don't worry, Mr. Wu, too. We need to clarify the matter and ask you some questions first."

Wu Xiaoshuang nodded repeatedly, wiped her tears and said, "Yes, yes, you can ask."

Fu Yi put the clipboard on his lap, took out a pen from his shirt pocket, lowered his head to write a line on the paper, and asked, "When was the last time you saw Sun Shibin?"

"May, May 5th, that day was the weekend. After we came down from Ludan Mountain, we went back home. We didn't see him again until the day I found out that he was missing."

"Are you sure he's home?"

Wu Xiaoshuang's eyes drooped, and he recalled: "It rained heavily that day, and he sent me back to the gate of the community, and then left. When he got home, he called me on his landline to make sure I was safe, so I'm sure he went home."

Fu Yi touched her lower lip with the pen cap in his hand and looked at her for a moment, then lowered his head and wrote shorthand: "In other words, Sun Shibin disappeared on May 5, the day after he broke up with you?"

"...How do you know it's number 8?"

Fu Yi explained in a very flat tone: "On Monday the 8th, if he is not missing, he will naturally go to work." After finishing speaking, he stopped writing and raised his head: "According to what you know about him, is he in debt or gambling?"

Wu Xiaoshuang hurriedly shook her head: "No, he is a very self-disciplined and well-behaved person. He never gambles, spends money very sparingly, and has never borrowed money indiscriminately."

Fu Yixiao: "Your relationship is very good?"

Wu Xiaoshuang nodded: "We have been in love for almost four years, and we just got engaged two months ago."

After Fu Yi listened, he put the writing board on his lap on the table, looked at Chu Xingyun who had been standing in front of the water dispenser, and was waiting for his expression.

Chu Xingyun was holding a cup of hot tea with white smoke, his calm and gentle eyes fell on Wu Yaowen who was silent from beginning to end without any fluctuations, walked over slowly, put the teacup in front of Wu Yaowen, and smiled slightly Said: "Mr. Wu, say a few words."

Wu Yaowen's face looks older than his age, but his body is very healthy, neither stooped nor bent, which may be related to his physical labor, and his figure is very lean.Chu Xingyun originally thought that he would hear a regional accent from his mouth, but he spoke very standard Mandarin, and his words were round and clear, which was slightly different from his dull appearance, and he could even peep from his words. It shows that he is not vulgar in cultural accomplishment.

Wu Yaowen said: "Xiao Sun is a good boy, I hope you can help us find him, they will get married at the end of the year."

Chu Xingyun sat on the single sofa opposite him, and said sincerely: "It should be, you have made so many contributions to this society, we are only doing what we are supposed to do."

When Wu Yaowen spoke, his eyes were always lowered habitually, and he didn't meet anyone's eyes. He raised his head and glanced at Chu Xingyun until he heard this sentence. The corners of his loose and wrinkled lips showed a faint Smiling, said: "It's all as it should be."

Chu Xingyun looked at Wu Xiaoshuang again, and asked, "What major does Miss Wu study?"

Wu Xiaoshuang said, "News broadcast."

Chu Xingyun nodded and said with a smile: "If you study law, you must be a good lawyer."

Wu Xiaoshuang looked at her father tenderly and said, "My father also wants me to be a lawyer, but he respects me very much and supports my own choice."

After sending the Wu family father and daughter away, Chu Xingyun transferred several people to a meeting.

"One piece of information for each person, that, Xiao Gao, pull out all Sun Shibin's economic situation and social relations. Mr. Qiao took someone to the bank to check for suspicious people who had dealings with him at work. Brother Fu went to Sun Shibin's house to check look."

After assigning the task, he pressed the table and stood up from behind the desk, and said with a smile, "It's easy to ask the gods, but it's hard to send the gods. The person who reported the case today is a Bodhisattva. If the case is not handled beautifully, there is no need for criticism from the leaders and the people. I blush for the words 'people's public servant'. That's it, work!"

The criminal police led the tasks and dispersed. Fu Yi ordered Yang Kaitai to go with him as usual. Yang Kaitai followed him silently with his head down. Qiao Shishi asked Chu Xingyun: "Boss, why are you going?"

Chu Xingyun picked up the car key and threw it in a beautiful arc, and walked towards the door: "Go back and see if my thatched cottage has been repaired."

His broken car couldn't escape the heat, and the air-conditioning couldn't be added. Fortunately, there was a sunroof on the roof. He opened the sunroof, and drove the car on the road with the scorching sun shining in under his head. He made a phone call on the way .

The phone rang several times before it was connected, and Yang Shu's warm and laughing voice came over the noisy background: "Master, be careful, don't touch those two pots of aloe."

Chu Xingyun hooked his lips, picked up the co-pilot's pair of sunglasses and put them on, jokingly said: "This foreman, how is the work going?"

Yang Shu walked a few steps to find a quieter place, and smiled, "It's the final stage, when will the boss come back for inspection?"

Chu Xingyun can't wait to laugh out his teeth: "Go back now."

Yang Shu said: "I sent you a picture of the railing style for you to choose, but if you don't choose, I can only make up my own mind."

"Either one looks good, you can make the decision, hang up first, and it will be here soon."

He threw his mobile phone on the driver's platform, and the intersection ahead was just about to turn green, and the eighty-second-long red lights turned on one after another, so the inconspicuous Dongfeng followed the traffic and slowly stopped in front of the intersection.While waiting for the passage, he whistled happily, his fingers resting on the steering wheel and jumping back and forth like playing a piano... After finishing a few notes.He stopped suddenly, looking at his hands with a little doubt.His gesture just now was indeed a musical score, the second bar of Chopin's Fantasia.He has never learned the piano, has no interest or qualifications, and does not know music scores.The reason why he was able to knock out this syllable at this time was completely subconscious. This set of actions seemed to have formed a deep-rooted memory in his body, and it had become a part of his body. There was no need to remember it, and he would never forget it. ...

The person who implanted this memory into him was He Cheng, to be precise, it was He Cheng when he was a child, when he was only seven years old.

At the age of 11, he was thrown by his parents as an overloaded luggage to his aunt whom he had never met, and Chu Xingyun called her aunt for 20 years.

Bumping all the way from an unknown small county to Yinjiang, he was held by his aunt and got into a taxi before he woke up from the dizziness of high-rise buildings.On that journey, he only focused on looking at the different scenery in the city, thus ignoring what his aunt said beside him, and only remembered a few scattered words, big family, politicians, two children, and 'He Cheng'.And the aunt asked him to call him 'Little Master' when he saw 'He Cheng'.

Coming to a new environment, facing so much information, Chu Xingyun felt more apprehension than novelty at that time, but he didn't dare to show his timidity, nor did he dare to say that he didn't remember, or didn't understand, and he nodded in response.However, when I got out of the car and stood in front of the gate of the garden villa with a swimming pool, I forgot all the words I had just memorized.

The old man who pruned the flowers came to open the door and said to the aunt: "Mr. Shen is back, hey, this is your little nephew? He is so energetic."

He clutched his aunt's hand tightly and did not dare to let go, and did not dare to look at anyone. He was led through the flat courtyard to the door. The aunt looked down at his eyes and said, "Be polite... Come on, don't talk nonsense."

Then squeezed his hand hard, and pushed open the door——

It was the first time he had seen such a beautiful house, and it was more beautiful than any house he had seen on TV or in reality.European-style layout and decoration, there are three stairs leading to the second floor alone, one in the main hall to the east, and one on each side of the left and right sides. Standing in the center of the lobby on the first floor will produce an unrealistic feeling of dizziness.However, it was not only the three stairs that made him dizzy, but also the faint sound of the piano floating down from the second floor, which was very light and agile, and every note was very beautiful.These notes floated down from upstairs and passed through his ear corridors, dancing and spinning before his eyes, making him feel dizzy...

He didn't even know when his aunt let go of his hand. He stood there, watching everything around him like a dream.Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, and a voice without temperature, without ups and downs, not childish and too cold floated out from the gap of a half-hidden door on the second floor.

"Is Teacher Shen back?"

The woman making tea in the kitchen raised her head and replied, "Yes, I'm back, young master."

Then, Chu Xingyun met He Cheng for the first time.At that time, he opened the door, wearing a set of white silk pajamas, barefoot, tall and tall, with white skin, a pair of light amber eyes shimmering in the morning light coming in from the door .

The golden morning light slanting in from the door seemed to cast a chasing light on him. He held on to the handrail of the stairs in the chasing light, and stepped on the steps with bare feet.Elegantly and slowly walking down step by step, his eyes lightly fell on Chu Xingyun who was looking up at him.

Chu Xingyun forgot all the teachings of his aunt, stood under the stairs, looked up at him in a daze.A feeling of dizziness no less than just now appeared in his mind, and a gradually scorching qi and blood rolled in his chest, making him feel hot all over.

Is this boy hallucination?He thought, how could there be such a good-looking person.

He Cheng stopped at the place above two steps, so he was at a higher height than Chu Xingyun, who was four years older than him, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Chu, Chu Xingyun."

He Cheng blinked his eyelashes lightly, finally showing the childishness that a child of his age should have: "Are you here to accompany me?"

This question was beyond the outline, Chu Xingyun turned to his aunt for help, and the aunt nodded to him again and again.

So Chu Xingyun blushed under his soft and gentle gaze, hesitatingly said: "Yes, little, young master."

Then he saw He Cheng smiling, obediently and beautifully, holding his hand like an elegant little prince and walking upstairs: "Then come here, brother Xingyun, and practice the piano with me."

Chu Xingyun was dragged upstairs by him, and when he heard the phrase 'Brother Xingyun', he almost stepped on the ground and fell into a dog's shit. Before he had a chance to understand the age of the word 'cute', these two words suddenly popped into his mind. Words, so cute.

Under He Cheng's enthusiastic and tireless teaching and "forced", he learned a section of the Fantasia, and he also played with He Cheng on the piano many times. The happiest day in life is also a joy that will never be found again. Five years later, a catastrophe happened. On New Year's Eve, they went out to buy fireworks and were taken into a van. There were three of them, and only He Cheng one...

When He Cheng came back a year later, he had changed into an appearance that Chu Xingyun didn't know. He never acted like a baby to him again, pestered him and called 'Brother Xingyun', he knew that He Cheng hated him to death.

The first thing He Cheng did after he was sent home by the police was to go upstairs and run back to his room, and smashed the piano they had played 'Fantasia' to pieces. That night Chu Xingyun slept next to him, as if he could Hearing his crying all night buried under the quilt.

These memories cannot be touched, and once they are touched, both sides will suffer. The [-] seconds of memories flashed by, the traffic ahead began to surge, and the drivers behind were honking their horns to urge them.

Chu Xingyun rubbed his right fingertips vigorously, and a thick layer of sweat had already appeared in his palm. He held the steering wheel hard and walked through the green light intersection ahead.