today's island

After solving the mystery of the bank card, everyone remained silent for a while.It was rare for the entire task force to be so quiet. No one dared to speak loudly at the keyboard. Wan Yi quietly slipped back to his place beside the old computer, and simply switched to touch-screen operation.

The deathly silence lasted for 20 minutes, and Lu Yuanzhe finally spoke: "First of all... Cheng Mo has a paternity test with Mayor Cheng, so it can be confirmed that he is not the son of Zhang Tao and Qi Qiuyu."

"The blood types don't match either." Ding Chenyu added.

"That's it, it has nothing to do with him." Just as it was time to get off work, Lu Yuanzhe snapped his fingers to Cheng Mo who was in a daze, and motioned him to go home together, "As for why you want to transfer him a dollar, let's investigate."

"I'll ask..." Lu Yuanzhe covered Cheng Mo's mouth as soon as he opened his mouth, and swallowed all the words that followed.

"Goodbye, we didn't have a good Christmas, we have to go back and make up for it." Lu Yuanzhe waved to everyone and pulled Cheng Mo out of the task force.

The others looked at each other without commenting.

He drove straight home. Usually it was too late and he was too lazy to cook. Lu Yuanzhe had to go to a nearby small restaurant to pack two dishes to take home. Seeing that Cheng Mo was not in the mood today, he decided to order some noodles to deal with it.

Cheng Mo was in a daze along the way, didn't answer his words much, didn't look at his phone, and kept staring out the window in a daze.

This kind of trance reached its peak when he was cutting a plate of cold cucumber for him. Hearing the phone ringing, Cheng Mo put down the knife and reached for the phone without putting the knife back on the cutting board at all.

If he hadn't glanced at Cheng Mo every few seconds, the knife would have hit Cheng Mo's foot.

Throwing away the dishes he was washing in his hand, he stretched out his hand to copy the knife, but he didn't dare to take it hard. He grabbed the knife and threw it on the ground, but he still couldn't avoid the sharp blade.

Cheng Mo came back to his senses, startled, stunned for a moment, held his hand and asked, "Are you all right?"

"There was almost something to happen." Fortunately, only the index finger was scratched. He squeezed his fingers and watched Cheng Mo almost bring the chair down while looking for the Band-Aid. He couldn't help but comfort him, "...not so, I even dared to snatch a machete when I was catching a prisoner."

Cheng Mo didn't say a word, he rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find iodophor and band-aids.

"But maybe you're not worried about me, you're thinking about your father, right?" Seeing that Cheng Mo didn't reply, he added another sentence.

"I'm sorry." Cheng Mo held his finger to clear the wound, put a Band-Aid on him, did not look up at him, pursed his lips, and paused for a long time before he could say, "Go and rest, I'll do it."

"You come here for a while and the kitchen explodes." He pushed Cheng Mo's chin with the back of his hand, making Cheng Mo look up, "Tell me, what do you remember?"

Cheng Mo's emotions couldn't be hidden, especially those talking eyes. He was forced to look up, and could only look away from the side: "It's nothing, I just remembered that my dad insisted on issuing me that bank card." , I was still young at that time, so I didn’t really need it, I’ll ask him tomorrow.”

It must not be a trivial matter to make Cheng Mo worry like this, and it made Lu Yuanzhe a little uneasy.He could see that Cheng Mo had something to hide, but he didn't ask immediately: "Well, it's okay, I haven't gone to ask him about the crime yet, so you shouldn't be suspicious first."

"I'm not suspicious." Cheng Mo shook his head, and went to chop his own vegetables again, "Go and rest."

"Forget it, you can eat the cucumber whole. If you drop the knife again, I won't be able to catch it." He joked.

"No." Cheng Mo pushed him out of the kitchen.

The sniper's hands were probably still steady enough to cut out the cucumbers, but Lu Yuanzhe saw him throw the noodles into the cold water with his own eyes.

"Mo Mo." He leaned on the back of the chair and called Cheng Mo. He rarely called out nicknames, so he couldn't hold back at this time.

"Huh?" Cheng Mo recovered from his deep thoughts.

"Noodles are boiled." He looked at Cheng Mo amusedly, wondering how the Cheng family could teach such a treasure.

·

Maybe Qi Qiuyu is right, even if many things are forgotten, they will still lead people in a certain direction subconsciously.

This was the first time Cheng Mo came to see his father alone at the city government building. He specially chose the working hours so that he would not be locked up at home if he had any troubles.He didn't like being locked up in that house, and he could always hear a lot of whispers about himself.

Like everyone else, he has to make an appointment to see the mayor, and then wait in the reception room. The only difference may be that his father has not asked him to call the mayor during working hours, but it is not because of family affection, but because he is afraid that others will say The mayor is too big.

He didn't wait until his father dismissed the meeting before he got off work. It was the end of the year, and all departments were very busy.

Cheng Song came in with his own teacup, and closed the door smoothly. After a meeting, he didn't feel tired at all. He sat across from the tea table and asked him casually, "What's the matter?"

"I'm here to ask about Qi Qiuyu." He took the initiative to explain the purpose of his visit, but did not ask questions immediately.

Hearing this name, Cheng Song was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "Who?"

"Qi Qiuyu, Doctor Qi from the Banyan Tree Private Hospital." Anticipating this reaction, he replied, "I've been there two or three times."

"Oh." Cheng Song nodded slightly, indicating that he remembered, "What's wrong? Are you still looking into this?"

"You know her, don't you?" He asked, not good at this kind of inquiry tug-of-war. Before Cheng Song could reply, he held a teacup and asked all the questions in one breath, "You also know Liu Yi, Liu Wennuo's father, Is it right?"

"Why do you ask that?" Cheng Song looked at him and asked back without showing too much hesitation.

"Liu Wennuo resigned two days before we went for the medical examination. That day was the day of your medical examination. You didn't go. I asked your secretary. It was the same thing a year ago. You may have moved to the task force on purpose. On that day, I told Team Zhou about Liu Wennuo." He stared at the cold tea in his cup, not daring to look up, "Team Zhou has never been in charge of the drug line, he shouldn't know Liu Yi. "

"You doubt me because of this?" Cheng Song frowned.

"Twelve... New Year's Eve is coming soon. On the night before New Year's Day 13 years ago, you were not at home. I asked the process." He continued to narrate, "At that time, he still had the habit of keeping a diary. can be found."

"So what?" Cheng Song asked disdainfully, but still did not answer his question.

"What is your relationship with Qi Qiuyu?" He finally put down his teacup and looked across.

"What kind of relationship do you want?" Cheng Song sneered, without any reaction to his eyes, "Yes, I know her, you have been to the doctor, it is not surprising that I know her, so what?"

"Before she moved, she changed the wallpaper on her computer. I always thought it looked a little familiar. Then I remembered that you used to like photography. It was the award-winning work you participated in a photography competition. What she got was the original film, otherwise there would be no That clarity." He said clearly, "You two met 15 years ago."

"Your memory is really good, follow me." Cheng Song smiled.

"Qi Qiuyu is a banquet person, do you know that?" He asked, starting to feel uneasy before Cheng Song.

"I didn't know it when we met, but later I found out. I also used this relationship to inquire about Yan's information. This was also part of the government's anti-undercover plan more than ten years ago. Isn't it good?" Cheng Song asked.

"Did you already know who the mastermind of the bombing in the service area was? You even knew that there was such a bombing in advance." He clenched his fists and asked the question he was most concerned about.

"I don't have any love for your mother anymore, but at least I won't let Yan blow her up to death. I found out after the fact, but I can't startle the snake." Cheng Song replied.

"You wouldn't know where we were going. The people who died in the explosion should have been your political enemies." He corrected.

"Then I won't let Yan blow up so many people. I'm not as familiar with Qi Qiuyu as you think. If I've done something, can I still go so far?" Cheng Song replied disdainfully, and then turned his eyes sharply. , "Or... you actually think I'm the mastermind?!"

"I don't." He and Cheng Song looked at each other for a moment, but neither of them spoke immediately.

"I'm investigating this case, and it's hard to figure out what's inside. Now I'll break it down and ask you in several paragraphs. You still know it clearly, and you have a better memory." Still losing his momentum first, he lowered his head, "You You know Qi Qiuyu is dead, right?"

"I don't know, I just guessed it." Cheng Song shrugged and recalled, "It's true that she couldn't be contacted around New Year's Day. It must have revealed too many things to me and was dealt with by Yan, right?"

"She is the leader behind the banquet, you should know." He retorted, not believing Cheng Song's perfunctory guess, "Except for the bombing case, I mainly came to ask today, are you the 'you' in her case records? ?”

"What'you'?" Cheng Song frowned.

He handed over a simple information, just like his question today, trying not to reveal the investigation progress of the special case team, and only described the relationship between Qi Qiuyu and 'you' to the point.

Although there is no store in front of Buzhan Village, he believes that his father can understand.

Cheng Song flipped through these two pages, his expression gradually becoming serious.A few minutes later, this solemnity turned into indifference. He stood up slowly and looked down at Cheng Mo: "Are you asking me with evidence now, or are you here to try your luck?"

Cheng Mo looked up at him blankly, overwhelmed by the powerful momentum, subconsciously stood up.

"I ask, are you here to question me, or are you here to question me?" Cheng Song's face was full of anger.

"I want to hear you make it clear, so that the special case team doesn't have to come here to ask questions." Cheng Mo instinctively felt fear, and replied with lowered eyes.

"Then you might as well finish your reasoning at once, so you don't have to break it up to test me." Cheng Song sneered, "If you don't tell me, how would I know what I'm going to explain to you?"

"Fifteen years ago, you met Qi Qiuyu and used her... admiration to provide you with information about Yan, and took the initiative to clear the obstacles for you. When you stood firm, you found a way to get rid of her." Cheng Mo replied.Before he came, he didn't expect that he could say it smoothly, but he not only said it, but also mustered up the courage to suddenly raise his head and look at Cheng Song, trying to see any flaws.

There was no guilty conscience in Cheng Song's eyes, nor did he become angry from embarrassment, he just asked him seriously: "Is there any evidence?"

"...No." He clenched his fists and shook his head.

With almost no time for him to react, Cheng Song raised his hand and was slapped loudly.

Their family didn't hit people in the face, and Cheng Mo's ears were filled with sharp beeps for a while, and he didn't recover for a long time.

"First, I didn't have an affair with other women. If you can't get along with your stepmother, you don't have to force her to wear a cuckold; second, coming here is business. It doesn't matter if you come or Lu Yuanzhe, or come with evidence. , or don’t put pressure on my work, you come to talk to me alone again and again, do you think others won’t think too much? How many people are waiting for me to fall, can you count them?” Cheng Song retorted Come and question him.

He could barely hear what he was saying, but Cheng Mo understood what he meant: "I'm sorry."

He thought that he would probe alone, relying on his familiarity with his father, he would be able to find something, but in the end, not only could he not confirm anything, but he might also cause a lot of trouble.His father should be angry, and Lu Yuanzhe knew it, and he should criticize him too.

"You figure out what you're asking. You're asking if I have colluded with evil forces, abetted murder, murdered, or misbehaved." Cheng Song stared at him, and slapped him again the moment he looked up.

Lowering his eyes in panic, he pulled up his hood and exited the reception room.

Cheng Song held his right hand, frowned deeply, and took a deep breath.

Fleeing to the road in a hurry, Cheng Mo took out a mask from his small bag, put it on, and got into the nearest subway entrance.

When it was time to get off work, Lu Yuanzhe's call came shortly after, but he didn't answer, so he sent a text message: "I won't go back today."

Lu Yuanzhe didn't reply to the message. He leaned against the corner of the subway, swiped his phone several times, and finally threw the phone back into his pocket.