Let go of the murderer and let me come!

Lin Sihang didn't know if his intuition was right, Zhang Ji knew that when he and Song Haozhe were going, he deliberately asked his assistant to spare him the time of the day, and chose a very high-end Japanese grocery store to meet.

It was noon when I drove there, and there were a lot of cars on the road.

"When are you going to learn how to drive?" Lin Sihang stepped on the accelerator and slowly moved forward with the convoy in front, "I don't think I can drive with such a temper, you have to change with me in the future!"

"Change." Song Haozhe said, "I'll go after I've been busy for a while."

"Seriously..." Lin Sihang took a deep breath irritably, and patted the steering wheel twice, "How about I teach you?"

"Scared." Song Haozhe shook his head, "I'm afraid you'll hit me."

"Get lost!" Lin Sihang cursed with a smile.

That's right, with his violent temper, maybe he can teach him to fight with Song Haozhe.

After driving for a short distance, it will take a few minutes to turn a corner. Lin Sihang looked in the rearview mirror and was about to turn the steering wheel to the right lane. A car rushed up, rubbed against Lin Sihang's front and bumped into a red car in front.

After a muffled sound was heard, the hood of the car that caused the accident was also lifted.

The car involved in the accident was a BMW, just as Lin Sihang cursed, he immediately stepped on the brakes, if he drove a little further to the side, Song Haozhe's co-pilot would be hit!

"Damn it! He's an idiot!" Lin Sihang honked the horn, and everyone around stopped in place because of the car.

Song Haozhe covered his chest with his trembling hands, and he just froze on his seat and didn't respond.

"Crazy!" Lin Sihang continued to scold, and wanted to get out of the car to take a look.

He didn't even dare to think, if he was a few centimeters to the right...

Song Haozhe looked up and looked ahead, the driver who caused the accident had already got out of the car, arguing with the driver of the red car.

dog stuff...

It was drunk driving.

There is siren sounding from behind, it is estimated that the traffic police are rushing past.

"Wait for me, I... Song Haozhe, what's wrong with you!" Lin Sihang just opened the car door and was about to talk to Song Haozhe, but when he turned around, he saw Song Haozhe was sweating profusely and his face was pale.

Except for the last time Song Haozhe fainted, this is the second time...

Lin Sihang was startled, he couldn't care about anything, he got into the car and hurried over, "Don't scare me, did that car scare you just now?"

Song Haozhe shook his head, frowned and said nothing, his heart was beating very fast, his head was in a trance, and he didn't have time to think about anything.

I just feel that the car accident of 20 years is playing back and forth like a slide show in front of my eyes.

It seems that the whole person has returned to 20 years ago, the familiar voice of Dad, the sudden screeching sound of brakes, the strong and pungent smell of blood, and the face he can't forget.

Messed up and messed up in my head.

Dazzling surgical lights, slowly approaching darkness.

Song Haozhe reached out and grabbed Lin Sihang's hand, and held it tightly.

After a while, he suddenly began to breathe heavily.

The front of the car was already in chaos, and it seemed that there would be a traffic jam for a while. Lin Sihang had no intention of getting out of the car. He closed the door, picked up the mineral water he had bought from the back seat, and handed it to Song Haozhe, frowning and not saying goodbye. "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Lin Sihang knew in his heart that Song Haozhe's reaction had a lot to do with that BMW car just now. Normally, when he accelerated for a while, Song Haozhe would tighten his seat belt nervously, let alone just brushing their car past.

I really want to go down and scold that person.

Lin Sihang thought angrily, but still held back his temper.

Nothing is more important than Song Haozhe.

Song Haozhe took a sip of water, his throat was so dry just now that he was on fire, but the water poured into his throat suddenly seemed like salvation, he drank more than half of the bottle before stopping.

After hiccupping, Song Haozhe wiped his forehead with his hand before saying in a calm voice, "I seem to remember something."

Lin Sihang was a little surprised, but still waited for Song Haozhe to continue.

"I seem to remember the car accident at that time." Song Haozhe covered the level in his hand and put it on his lap. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the traffic police interrogating the BMW driver.

The driver swayed in place several times, trying to turn around and open the door to enter.

"Why don't we go to Zhang Ji at another time. You can take a leave today and go back first?" Lin Sihang took Song Haozhe's hand and said with a bit of distress. He didn't want to ask more about the details of the car accident, for fear of making Song Haozhe feel more uncomfortable.

Song Haozhe shook his head, relaxed his whole body and leaned back on the seat, "It's okay."

Lin Sihang looked at the traffic policeman directing from the corner of his eye, and hurriedly drove the car forward.

"I don't know if I really remember it, but I always feel that my mind is not as empty as before." Song Haozhe closed his eyes, "If I remember correctly, the driver who caused the accident at that time, I seemed to be there I've seen him before..."

"Are you sure?" Lin Sihang was a little confused.

Because Song Haozhe's words are very important, it has a lot to do with finding the driver who caused the accident.

"That's why I said, I don't know if what I remembered is correct or not." Song Haozhe sighed and slowly clenched his fists.

The two arrived at the place and stayed in the car for a while before getting out of the car.

The small episode on the road delayed a lot of time, but fortunately Zhang Ji was not in a hurry and waited patiently in the private room.

Zhang Ji looked like he was in his fifties and was wearing a well-fitting suit. When he saw the two people coming in, he stood up politely and said hello, "I'm Zhang Ji."

Song Haozhe and Lin Sihang took the business card from Zhang Ji and nodded.

"Please sit down."

Lin Sihang couldn't stand the most typical cross-legged seat in a Japanese restaurant, but he still endured it and sat on the tatami.

"What do Officer Song and Officer Lin want to eat?" Zhang Ji asked with a smile.

"You're welcome, let's have a bite or two." Lin Sihang said.

Zhang Ji nodded, and called the waiter in kimono to come over. After ordering the meal, he told the waiter not to disturb except for serving the food.

Seeing that the consumption level of this Japanese restaurant will not be low, Lin Sihang is a little afraid to let go of eating.

Zhang Ji didn't see anything else. Seeing that there were only three of them left in the box, he slowly said, "It's been 20 years..."

This case seemed to be branded in Zhang Ji's heart, Lin Sihang and Song Haozhe listened quietly, without interrupting to ask questions.

"At that time, my career had just started, but it also made some progress. I didn't have time to accompany their mother and daughter every day, so I found an aunt to watch." Zhang Ji took a sip of barley tea, and slowly recalled, "I happened to be going that day. Meeting a client was not as convenient as it is now 20 years ago, and I had to go there in person for everything I did back then, so I took a car that day and planned to go to a neighboring city.”

"On the day of the incident?" Song Haozhe asked.

"Yes." Zhang Ji nodded, with a painful expression on his face, "I regret it all the time, I actually didn't have to go that day! But it was that day..."

Song Haozhe and Lin Sihang didn't know what Zhang Ji said.

Just when the waiter knocked on the door and came in, served a large bowl of sashimi, put it in the middle of the table, and watched the cold air rising from the ice.

Seeing the waiter leave, Zhang Ji collected his thoughts, made a gesture of invitation to the two, and continued, "My son wanted to buy a birthday present for his mother that day, and that day was my wife's birthday..."

Lin Sihang was a little surprised and didn't dare to move his chopsticks.

"It was brought by the invited aunt. By the time I got the call, the child had already been lost."

The sashimi looked very appetizing, but the three of them didn't move. It had been 20 years since the case, and Lin Sihang could best understand Zhang Ji's mood.

After discussing the case for a while, Zhang Ji told him everything he could know and remember.

He just wanted to give his son an explanation, no matter who the murderer was, he didn't want him to let that person get away with it until he died.

Song Haozhe called Han Yue after dinner, but Han Yue didn't find anything, he just said it was a bit strange, after watching the surveillance for so long, he always felt that he was following Song Haozhe and Lin Sihang's car, not really following them .

"Let's talk about it at the bureau tomorrow, and the case we just took over. Has the nanny from back then been found?" Song Haozhe followed Lin Sihang upstairs with his phone in his hands.

"Not yet." Han Yue said, "But the Zhang Tuo line found out the nanny's hometown, and I might go there tomorrow."

"Okay, let him be careful." Song Haozhe took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, "Contact me anytime if you have anything."

"okay!"

As soon as the two entered the room and sat down, Song Haozhe's phone rang within a minute after hanging up.

Lin Sihang took off his shirt and was still on the sofa, clamoring to take a bath, Song Haozhe chased after him two steps, touched Lin Sihang's back, and pinched Lin Sihang's butt restlessly, "Wait for me inside."

"Fuck!" Lin Sihang bouncing towards the bathroom.

Song Haozhe rattled a few times and took out his phone.

It's Qiao Shuo, who sent a video call.

"Father!" Ran Zhao's small face was displayed on the screen, and his expression looked a little excited.

The camera shook twice, Qiao Shuo moved back with Ran Zhao in his arms, and waited until the two of them could watch on the screen before saying, "I miss you, I'll give you a call."

"Are you good?"

Song Haozhe waved at the camera.

Ran Zhao was smiling happily over there, Qiao Shuo was wearing pajamas and looked like he had just taken a shower.

"Be good! Tear up the painting I drew today!" Qiao Shuo said.

Hearing Qiao Shuo's complaint, Ran Zhao's face collapsed a little.

"Where's He Zhen?" Song Haozhe asked.

"He's taking a bath..." Qiao Shuo put Ran Zhao on the sofa on his lap, and he leaned over to the phone and said mysteriously, "Don't look at Ran Zhao as a young man, he still recognizes a handsome guy. He hugged him last night." Never let go..."

"Are you jealous?" Song Haozhe quacked.

"Fart!" Qiao Shuo raised his eyebrows, "When will your case end?"

Song Haozhe pursed his lips, sat on the sofa, reached out and rubbed his temple vigorously.

The sound of water can be heard in the bathroom, it is estimated that Lin Sihang has already started taking a bath.

In fact, when he started today, he was really not sure if he remembered it or not.

Until after meeting Zhang Ji.

Qiao Shuo was playing with Ran Zhaohuo on the phone.

Song Haozhe leaned on the sofa and looked at it for two or three seconds, then said "Qiao Shuo..."

"Huh?" Qiao Shuo turned his head and raised his eyebrows at the phone, "What's wrong?"

"I remembered." Song Haozhe sighed.

Qiao Shuo froze for a moment, then quickly picked up the phone, raising his voice several degrees, "Damn it, are you serious?"

"Yeah." Song Haozhe nodded, swallowing with difficulty, "I still know who hit my dad."

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Tomorrow morning I have to get up early to recite English, and there are two more announcements...

The author of Salted Fish really wants to choose a dog leash.

(I just corrected a typo, the app may respond slower...)