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Duan Qunfan's consulting room wafted a pleasant lemon fragrance, which Cheng Mo was very familiar with and kind. After walking in, he couldn't help taking a deep breath.

Duan Qunfan poured chocolate milk for him and Lu Yuanzhe, made himself a cup of tea, and sat down casually across from them.

"Did this kid drink it?" Lu Yuanzhe looked at the cup on the table suspiciously.

"Aren't you here to ask about Cheng Mo's childhood? Drink something he liked when he was young." Duan Qunfan naturally pointed out their purpose of coming, as if they had heard about it in advance.

"You know again." Lu Yuanzhe shrugged helplessly, unable to figure out what kind of mind reading technique this was.They asked around at the Banyan Tree Hospital but found no good news, nor did they find any gossip about Liu Yi and Qi Qiuyu, so they had to come to Duan Qunfan to try their luck.

He picked up the milk and took a sip, thinking that it was indeed Cheng Mo's favorite sweet drink.

"We are still investigating the case from more than ten years ago. You are the last psychiatrist I have seen. I find that I seem to have forgotten a lot of things. I want to know if you know anything else." Cheng Mo held the cup, He also took a sip comfortably, and finally explained his purpose.

"The situation was really not good when you came here." Duan Qunfan recalled, talking about this incident, his tone became a little dissatisfied, "I don't know what the police were doing back then, why they allowed you to repeat so many bombings in the service area The details are still done independently without guidance.”

Although Lu Yuanzhe couldn't go back to those years, but after listening to the recording, the nine-year-old Cheng Mo explained the bombing that day in an orderly manner, almost as if he had rehearsed it.

He used to think that it was because Cheng Mo was born with strong logic and memory, but now that he thought about it, Cheng Mo was in such a bad state at the time, maybe he was asked too many times and had already formed a written memory.

"It's not all they asked... I've said it many times, because..." Cheng Mo frowned when he said this, "Maybe it's because that Doctor Qi told me that forgetting is useless."

All he could do back then was to provide detailed testimony; he wanted to atone for his sins, and he was not worthy of forgetting everything.

"I asked your father for your treatment records. You have seen three psychiatrists before, and there was indeed Dr. Qi. At that time, I asked your father whether you had a strong sense of guilt from the beginning, or did you develop it later? Yes." Duan Qunfan looked at him seriously, "You and your father both insisted that the doctors and policemen you saw were fine."

"If you believe his father's words, there will be ghosts, and his father still supports him in his heroic sacrifice." Lu Yuanzhe interjected angrily.

Seeing his reaction, Duan Qunfan smiled: "It's better to send him for treatment than to let his condition worsen."

"I don't remember myself." Cheng Mo shook his head, unable to remember how long after the crime happened, he felt that he should atone for his sins, "I still don't remember the details of other doctors' treatment, or did I just remember that I went to those two doctors recently?" Second Banyan Tree Hospital."

"It's fine if you can't remember it." Duan Qunfan felt that he was deeply troubled by the repeated immersive experience of the pain in the past, and it was better not to forcefully recall it. Just getting sick repeatedly is not necessarily the fault of Dr. Qi, it is easy for children to have a fever... What's wrong?"

Seeing Cheng Mo's shocked face, he stopped narrating.

"What happened to me at the crematorium?" Cheng Mo looked bewildered.

"How do I know..." Duan Qunfan was frightened by him, and he didn't dare to answer casually, "I just heard that you made a fuss and almost got stuck on the conveyor belt of the crematorium. Your father pulled you back and then fell ill. Don't remember?"

Cheng Mo shook his head, sat blankly for a while, then raised his hand suddenly, buried most of his face in the cup, and took a big gulp of chocolate milk.

"Isn't it hot?" Lu Yuanzhe pulled his hand off.

He took a deep breath, clenched the cup tightly, and barely suppressed the choking in his throat: "I thought I was indifferent at the time."

Lu Yuanzhe remembered that Cheng Mo had told him about this, and he knew that Cheng Mo had been brooding over the matter of him standing stupidly until now.

"Is it important, you just care about it." He put Cheng Mo's cup back on the table, and put his arm around Cheng Mo's shoulder, "If you didn't rush up, you didn't rush up. You don't need to show your sadness to everyone."

"It's a child's obsession. I think we should rush forward." Cheng Mo smiled, bit his lower lip, and finally held back his tears, and brought up the case again, "I'm fine, Doctor Duan, do you have any clues? ?”

"I'm jealous." Duan Qunfan suddenly said sourly.

Lu Yuanzhe looked at him puzzled, he drank his tea sourly, and it took him a while to explain: "He used to be embarrassed to cry in front of me, but now he is embarrassed."

Suddenly relegated from the first place to confidant to the second, something must have happened, especially that kind of perfect unity of body and mind...

"What are you..." He asked at the beginning, and saw Cheng Mo's body tense up nervously, so he took a meaningful sip of tea, "Got it, enjoy life."

He understood, he is just a doctor, how can he compare with his lover.

"..." Lu Yuanzhe doesn't understand that everyone's mind reading skills are so good, why don't they all devote themselves to criminal investigation work.

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After running around outside, although he drank the chocolate milk Cheng Mo liked when he was a child and ate the bear biscuits he liked when he was a child, Lu Yuanzhe was still hungry.

It was already past dinner time, and no one in the task force group asked what to eat today. He was a little surprised. He asked Cheng Mo, but Cheng Mo didn't know what happened.

He pushed open the door of the task force, led Cheng Mo into the office, and found that everyone looked up at them together.

"What's wrong?" Lu Yuanzhe was very nervous by them.

"Close the door quickly." Ding Chenyu seemed to be the most relaxed one, peeling a grapefruit, but his expression was serious, "Otherwise, I'm afraid Bureau Tang will accidentally pass by and have a heart attack."

"What happened?" Lu Yuanzhe looked blank, and Cheng Mo closed the door behind him.

"If you go upstairs and report to Bureau Tang that the boss of the banquet 12 years ago was caught wrong, do you think Bureau Tang will go crazy?" Ding Chenyu asked.

"I think it will." Lu Yuanzhe wanted to go crazy for Tang Ju. In order to avoid showing his anxiety, he grabbed the grapefruit on the table and began to peel it. "Why did you grab the wrong one?"

"Didn't 602 have two computers? One belongs to Zhang Tao, and it contains his photographic works. We took a look and agreed that he is a little bit talented." Wan Yi introduced, "The other is Qi Qiuyu's computer. Yes, it contains Yan's complete records of capital inflows and outflows, personnel flow, and various whitewashing projects, just like the records in Liu Wennuo's phone. In addition, there are chat records between her and Qiu Mingcheng."

"She directs Qiu Mingcheng?" After listening to the beginning, Lu Yuanzhe basically guessed it.

Su Xiaozhi handed them the photocopied chat records, and he flipped through them, and he could indeed read a very obvious command tone.In addition to the order, there are some girlish charms——

"Let them infiltrate the line that was picked. The police also have to eat. Give them something to do, and they won't trouble you everywhere."

"If you die, you die. Let them know that it's okay to be afraid. The production line is the most important thing. If someone wants to run away, make human meat buns."

……

There are many conversations like this. When she conveys orders, the sentences are very long, always with a bit of playfulness to appease Qiu Mingcheng's emotions. It is more reasonable to say that she is a military adviser than saying that she is the boss.

Ding Chenyu's shock was not completely calmed down, and his tone was a little higher than usual: "Not only did she give advice, but most of the income was also with her. She also contacted an overseas money laundering company to help her. It shows that Liu Wennuo lied and deliberately concealed it. Qi Qiuyu's ring."

Lu Yuanzhe flipped through the pages of information. It was hard to believe that such a person would suddenly appear in more than ten years. She only sent messages to Qiu Mingcheng and Liu Yi, and she was able to manage the entire criminal gang: "What is her relationship with Qiu Mingcheng? What about Liu Yi?" ? Liu Wennuo's note-taking style is similar to hers."

Ding Chenyu didn't take it seriously: "Compared with this Qi Qiuyu, Liu Wennuo can only be considered superficial. The scale of the banquet in the past was more than ten times larger than it is now. She can operate clearly by herself, and she can even pick herself out, Liu Wen How can Nuo compare with her?"

"Such an important person, no one has mentioned it?" Lu Yuanzhe frowned. From the chat records, Qi Qiuyu participated in all major cases, and some of them were still at the scene, so they were completely unnoticed by the police and his own people.

"Except for money laundering, Qiu Mingcheng completed her instructions on behalf of her, and she also used Qiu Mingcheng's identity to complete the money laundering online." Wan Yi introduced, "At that time, Qiu Mingcheng seemed to have a premonition that something was going to happen, and many materials and records were stolen. He was destroyed, and he himself died in the firefight, and Liu Yi, who made white lemons, was never found, so who would know that there is such a woman?"

"Qiu Mingcheng himself will not leave a way out for himself? If Qi Qiuyu doesn't want to do it anymore, poison him to death, and run away with the money, isn't the banquet stolen by others?" Lu Yuanzhe finally peeled off a grapefruit completely , Feed Cheng Mo halfway, Cheng Mo opened his mouth to answer, still looking at the chat history.

"If you were a generation of drug lords, would you want to expose that someone is manipulating you behind your back?" Ding Chenyu understood this psychology very well, after thinking about it, he added a speculation, "Or Qiu Mingcheng doesn't have such a big structure, he only knows how to sell drugs, and other It all depends on Qi Qiuyu to make plans."

"Then she is so powerful, she picked herself out, where is she?" Lu Yuanzhe asked, "I tend to think that she is gone when she disappears, who killed her?"

"Who knows." Ding Chenyu spread his hands, "If she disappeared on New Year's Day 13 years ago, she would have finished before the banquet. Maybe it was because of her death that Qiu Mingcheng felt that something was going to happen and deleted a lot of information on his own initiative. "

"That's even more bizarre. The man behind the scenes... died first?" Lu Yuanzhe looked blank.

"Aside from Liu Yi and Qiu Mingcheng, does anyone else know her?" Cheng Mo asked.

"Zhang Tao? He may have died earlier than her." Wan Yi replied, "So far, no one has been found to be particularly suspicious. The chat records from 20 years ago are not so complete. These are kept by herself. It may be because of the sense of accomplishment of manipulating the organization, she deleted everything she didn't save on purpose."

"Zhang Tao left some." Ding Chenyu was looking at the messy things in Zhang Tao's computer, "This is a young man of literature and art. There are a lot of photos of Qi Qiuyu stored in the computer, as well as the exported disgusting text messages."

"Really?" Lu Yuanzhe leaned over, so Ding Chenyu typed out the text message and put it on the table for him to read.

It's a little different from what he imagined. This Zhang Tao's love story has a bit of literary literacy. It's not the painful words of Internet celebrities 20 years ago, but travel notes, experience, wind and sea from various places.

Judging from the photos, for the Daocheng at that time, he should be regarded as a very western-style young man.

"Does he know that Qi Qiuyu is the boss behind the banquet?" Lu Yuanzhe asked while flipping through the records.

"I know." Ding Chenyu nodded.

"Liu Wennuo is indeed just her imitator, not her son?" Cheng Mo interjected, "In the chat records, their son is called 'Xiaoyang', not Liu Wennuo."

"Yeah." Ling Xi responded, "The DNA test showed that Zhang Tao and Qi Qiuyu are the biological parents of the child in the room, and they are not related to Liu Wennuo."

"He didn't take two photos of his son, at least give us some direction." Wan Yi complained.

"Their sons are not raised under their own names, so of course they don't know how to take pictures." Cheng Mo took it for granted.

"Then we have to expect this son to look very much like his parents?" Wan Yi wondered if he would be so lucky every time.

I don't know if I'm lucky or not. At least Liu Wennuo has a doctor's direction. Which circle should this "Xiaoyang" search for?photographer?Consultant?Or ordinary citizens?

"Tsk." For a while, Lu Yuanzhe didn't know how to digest this story, and finally understood why everyone didn't have an appetite for a big dinner.