Banquet

"You only know Chang'an, don't you know the surname?" Shen Yu asked softly.

Zhao Hu shook his head, somewhat frustrated.

Shen Yu was about to speak when the phone vibrated suddenly, and the caller showed Lin Huan.

"I'm busy now, I'll contact you later." Shen Yu said hastily.

"Third brother, are you investigating Jiuqu's case?" asked the other side.

Shen Yu's eyes moved, he got up and went outside to answer the phone.

Gu Yan looked at Aunt Zhao and said, "You just mentioned a child, his name is Ache?"

Aunt Zhao nodded, Gu Yan knocked on the table and said, "Can you tell me more."

After Shen Yu went out, Lin Huan had already started talking on his own.

"I also heard from an elder."

Lin Huan said slowly: "It's strange to say that after the second trial of the high-ranking official's bribery case, two prosecutors who participated in it committed suicide inexplicably. One jumped to his death and the other died of overdose of sleeping pills."

Lin Huan's voice was ghostly and cold, and he continued: "Later, various scandals broke out in the family, and there was a lot of noise for a while."

"The strange thing is that their respective children evaporated and disappeared overnight after their father passed away. This can be regarded as a miracle after the founding of the People's Republic of China."

Shen Yu held the phone with a slightly white hand, and he asked lightly, "Do you know their names?"

Lin Huan said in a low voice: "Those two prosecutors, one is surnamed Zhao and the other is surnamed Ming."

He continued: "I also asked someone to inquire about those two children. One is Zhao Chang'an and the other is Ming Che."

The staggered points slowly connected into a line and appeared in front of Shen Yu's eyes.

The other side was still talking: "Another prosecutor involved in the case, he is Mingche's cousin, and finally entered the trial on behalf of others."

"I heard that he is also in the Central Inspection Room, has he also come to Jiuqu this time?"

Shen Yu entered the door and grabbed Gu Yan and said, "Is there a Ming Guoqiang among the people who came to Jiuqu?"

Gu Yan pulled him up to run outside, the strong wind blew the faces of Gu Yan and Shen Yu, and the breaths of the two seemed to blend together.

Shen Yu was pulled tightly by Gu Yan, and she tried her best to lean on him, and finally heard that sentence.

"The detainee confirmed the instructions to me. Ming Guoqiang dismissed the others and entered the detention room by himself."

In the detention room, there was silence.

The door was knocked slowly, and then opened by a key.

Like a hamster thrown into the snow, Zhao Changan trembled violently because of the cold and fear.

The man was no different from back then.

He put on white gloves on himself slowly, with a refined smile on his face, and said gently: "Little Chang'an, you ran so far."

Gu Yan drove towards the detention center, and Shen Yu told him what Lin Huan told him.

While driving, Gu Yan responded: "Ming Guoqiang brought someone with him, and the people in the detention center may not be able to stop him."

"I've heard about Mingche. He has mental problems. Zhao Changan wants to take his place. We have to get there as soon as possible."

Detention room.

Ming Guoqiang pulled up the chair and sat in front of Chang An, like a hunter gazing at his prey, with a relaxed posture.

"You pushed my dad down. He didn't kill himself at all."

Chang An said coldly.

Ming Guoqiang smiled and said, "What else did you see?"

Chang An sternly said: "Isn't that enough? You killed someone, a state worker, isn't that enough?"

Ming Guoqiang shook his head and said flatly: "You are too young to understand the world of adults."

"Compared with this matter, what I want to know more is, who did you see and what did you hear at the dinner party that day?"

It was an unusual dinner.

Those present were all colleagues and friends who knew each other, including Chang An and Ming Che's father, and Ming Guoqiang.

The adult's party was boring, so Chang An took Ming Che out after eating a little.

Mingche has a gentle and humble personality, let her mess around, and the two of them played all the way to the garden outside.

"Shut up, hurry up." Ming Che covered Chang An's mouth and whispered.

They were standing behind a big tree, and in front of the big tree, several adults were talking in a low voice.

They were born in high-ranking officials' families, so of course they know the truth of listening more than losing.

Ming Che took Chang An's hand and backed away slowly, ready to leave here immediately.

Chang'an was pulled by him, and she didn't ask softly until the two left, "Ache, why is that man wearing a mask?"

Mingche shook his head, expressing that he didn't know.

Chang An sensed Mingche's panic, so he didn't ask any more questions.

She did not go on.

She wanted to tell Ah Che: "That person seems to have seen us."

Chang'an's memory stopped here, facing Ming Guoqiang's slowly turning cold face.

Ming Guoqiang still had a smile on his face, but the smile turned cold.

He said slowly: "You are indeed there."

Changan said shyly, "Are you suspicious, right? You killed my father and Ah Che's father just by doubting."

"Ming Yecheng's death has nothing to do with me. I just told him that he and his son, Ming Yecheng can only choose one."

"Since this is the case, why did you force Ah Che to do that kind of thing again!"

Chang An asked hoarsely.

"That kind of thing?" Ming Guoqiang asked with great interest, "Are you saying that Che is carrying Ming Yecheng back to the ancestral house?"

Chang An held back the grief in his chest: "Ah Che's father is dead, you forced Ah Che to carry his body so far, how could you be so vicious!"

"That's because he's too smart." Ming Guoqiang said flatly, "He sensed that there was something hidden about Ming Yecheng's suicide. After all, he was our child. I couldn't bear to kill him, so I could only drive him crazy. "

Ming Yecheng had just passed the first seven days, and his bones were still cold.

As the only son, Mingche knelt in front of his father's coffin, and the other elders of the Ming family stood on both sides.

The lights are luxuriant, and the coins are flying.

Ming Guoqiang suddenly said in front of the old Ming family: "The ancestors have the law, and the father mourns the death of the son. Mingche should carry his father on his back, from the ancestral house to the Yizhuang, to show his filial piety."

This ancient law has been abandoned for a long time, and no one follows it.

However, since Ming Yecheng's death, Ming Guoqiang has become a powerful figure.

When this old law was brought out, no one dared to speak except for Mingche's mother who tried her best to resist.

Mingche knelt there silently, neither sad nor happy.

It wasn't until Ming Guoqiang got impatient and wanted to do something to Mingche's mother that Mingche got up.

He stopped Ming Guoqiang and said in a low voice, "I'll carry it."

From the ancestral house to Yizhuang, it is a road of more than ten miles.

Ming Che, a frail young man, carried the cold corpse on his back without saying a word.

Changan didn't know until the next morning, she ran to Yizhuang, hugged Mingche and cried out his name.

"Ache, don't be like this, I'm scared, I'm scared."

The girl witnessed her loving father being pushed down a tall building, and she dared not tell anyone.

It wasn't until I met the boy that I poured out my fear, grievance, and worry.

"Don't be like this, Ah Che, I'm scared, I'm scared." Chang An cried while hugging him.

Mingche was covered in mud, no one counted how many times he fell along the way, and even if they counted, no one helped him.

He is completely different from the warm and transparent before.

After this time, his reaction was very slow.

Like an old man who is dying.

When Chang An felt that she was about to die from crying, a cold and dirty hand slowly touched her face.

There was no light in Mingche's eyes, and the act of touching her seemed to be just an instinct.

He stiffly wiped away tears for Chang An, and said word by word:

"Chang'an, don't be afraid."

The author has something to say:

Naming is dead, let's make this case a quick one.