my boyfriend is too random

After Yang Yiming arranged the follow-up matters in the school, he immediately went to make an appointment with Captain Liu, and the two decided to meet and discuss in detail on the weekend.On the weekend, the three met in Yang Yiming's studio.Captain Liu looked around at the living room, which was used as the reception room, and said, "Hey, your psychological counseling room is completely different from the police's psychological counseling room."

Without blushing, Yang Yiming threw aside the copy of "The Fierce Foxy Little Princess" on the sofa, and then threw the copy of "Little Office Cat" on the coffee table.Put it bluntly: "I work with people who don't have to carry guns."

Captain Liu laughed: "That's right."

Ding Zimu sat on the three-person sofa and looked at Captain Liu. He mobilized all his memory, but he couldn't pull this person out of his memory. Xu Lin didn't mention this policeman at all.But Liu Guoqiang was very emotional. He would never forget that little boy. He was thin and thin, with bruises and scratches all over his body.In a blink of an eye, he was so big, still very thin, but his shoulders were straight, and he felt stiff when sitting there.

Yang Yiming poured out three cups of tea and told Ding Zimu's purpose straight to the point. He asked, "Captain Liu, I want to know if we can be convicted if there are only witnesses and no physical evidence."

Liu Guoqiang said: "No." He glanced at Ding Zimu, and then said, "But it's not that there is no physical evidence. At that time, we received a report of burglary. We have done a survey now. If we go to investigate, we can still do it." Found clues. But..."

Ding Zimu shuddered shiveringly, he suddenly felt that the soft sofa was like a huge trap, he was stuck in it and couldn't extricate himself, gradually he had the feeling of suffocation.Ding Zimu bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, the sharp pain made him wake up immediately, he stood up and walked to the bookshelf to lean on it.The hard corners of the solid wood bookshelf hurt him, but he didn't care. It was this pain that made him realize that his back was leaning on a hard object, and he would not fall into the bottomless abyss with this support.

Yang Yiming cast a questioning look at Ding Zimu. Ding Zimu shook his head and gestured with his hand on his waist. It was the internationally accepted gesture of "there are children on the scene". Yang Yiming understood that Xu Lin was here.

Ding Zimu smiled slightly, and waved his hand lightly to signal: It's okay, I can control it.

Ding Zimu calmly said to Captain Liu: "Captain Liu, I am mentally prepared that that person will get off the hook, so you continue talking."

Liu Guoqiang couldn't bear to say: "Actually, if we..."

"This has nothing to do with you." Ding Zimu interrupted Liu Guoqiang, "I can imagine how that bastard Ding Kuiqiang was messing around at that time. As for my mother... Ha, I always think she hates me more Love. And..." Ding Zimu took a deep breath and forced himself to say, "Even if you check, you can't find anything. Grandma Zheng told the truth that night, and that person really didn't have time to do anything."

Liu Guoqiang slowly frowned, holding his breath waiting for the next turning point.

"However, after more than a week, he came again, and this time Ding Kuiqiang tied me up."

Liu Guoqiang's eyes widened suddenly: "When?"

"The day my mother died."

Liu Guoqiang picked up his mobile phone, stood up and walked quickly to the window and started making calls. Yang Yiming grabbed a gap and leaned over to ask softly, "Ermu, how are you?"

Ding Zimu shook his head: "It's okay."

"Is he still there?"

Ding Zimu took a long breath, "Well, but it's okay, Mr. Yang, don't worry."

Yang Yiming glanced at Liu Guoqiang who was standing by the window, endured it for a while, then turned his body slightly, stood in front of Ding Zimu, and touched his hand quietly: "If you feel bad, just tell me, just give me a gesture."

Ding Zimu held Yang Yiming's hand behind his back and stroked it lightly: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Liu Guoqiang answered the phone and came over, saying very firmly, "We can reopen this case."

"What?" Ding Zimu and Yang Yiming whispered at the same time.

"Back then your mother's case was a criminal homicide case, so the police station directly reported it to the District Bureau for investigation. Although the process of the crime was clear and there were witnesses, the on-site evidence collection was also done according to the rules, including the fingerprints and shoe prints that could be extracted. , bodily fluids, etc., those are recorded. I just called my colleagues in the bureau, the case has not yet passed the prosecution period, and all the physical evidence is still sealed, we will investigate again from the perspective of obscenity!"

Yang Yiming: "How sure are you?"

Liu Guoqiang said: "Even if there is one percent hope, we must do our best. Everything depends on the evidence. As long as there is evidence, he will not be able to escape."

Ding Zimu took a breath slowly, and said word for word: "I don't want him to run away."

Yang Yiming could hear Sen Leng's killing intent from the seven words.

Liu Guoqiang took out a recording pen from his pocket: "Tell me what happened that night again, don't miss any details."

Ding Zimu stood up straight, and when his back left the bookshelf, he felt a vacillation, and at the same time a timid voice came from the back of his mind: "Brother Mumu?"

Ding Zimu's body shook for a while, but he quickly stood still, "Xu Lin?" Ding Zimu whispered in his heart, "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Xu Lin didn't speak, Ding Zimu looked at Liu Guoqiang's recorder, and slowly recounted the past.Yang Yiming looked at Ding Zimu's face with almost no change in expression, his eyes were sore, he was the only one in this world who knew what kind of mood Ding Zimu was in at this moment, and how far he had to push himself to seem calm Say this.

The room was extremely quiet, only Ding Zimu's steady but monotonous voice could be heard, as well as the sound of years crying.

Finally, Ding Zimu said: "About that person, I really can't remember his appearance. It was too confusing at the time, but I remember that there was a scar on his right shoulder. It was dark red and thick, and it was a suture wound."

Liu Guoqiang: "Are you sure about the right shoulder?"

"I'm sure, because at that time he covered my mouth with his right hand tightly, and he was lying on top of me." When Ding Zimu said this, Yang Yiming felt a chill in his heart, and he carefully looked at Ding Zimu's expression—still is blank.

"Is there any more?" Liu Guoqiang asked.

"His head was broken, and there may be scars." Ding Zimu thought for a while: "Also, there is a large piece of skin on his lower back that feels uneven to the touch, a bit like a burn scar."

Liu Guoqiang turned off the recording pen, stood up and said, "I'll go to the bureau to file a case first, and if you think of anything, give me a call."

Ding Zimu's face turned blue, but he still squeezed out a smile and said, "Thank you Team Liu."

Yang Yiming and Ding Zimu sent Liu Guoqiang to the door. As soon as the door closed, Ding Zimu fell limply.Yang Yiming was shocked and hugged him: "Ermu!"

"It's okay." Ding Zimu leaned against Yang Yiming's arms and smiled slightly, "I'm so tired."

Yang Yiming didn't care about what Ding Zimu meant by "tired", he dragged and hugged him into the bedroom and put him on the bed, "Take a rest, how do you feel now?"

Ding Zimu grabbed Yang Yiming's hand and stuffed it under his neck, muttering softly: "I'm really fine, I just feel tired and a little uncomfortable."

Yang Yiming simply sat on the bed with him, stroking his hair with his other hand, feeling so distressed that he didn't know what to say.

"Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu closed his eyes and rubbed against Yang Yiming, "sleep with me for a while."

"Well, I'll accompany you."

***

Yuan Qiao was the happiest when Ding Zimu came back to work. Since mid-July, the store’s business has picked up again. The only regret is that the school is on holiday. Desserts are a lot less high school girls.It didn't take long for Yuan Qiao to realize that Ding Zimu's condition was very wrong. He asked several times, but the result was always "Brother Yuan, I'm fine, but the jet lag hasn't adjusted yet."

Yuan Qiao really wanted to stop worrying about this matter, but he couldn't let it go. After scolding himself "bad" thousands of times, he finally found a high-sounding excuse to call Yang Yiming: "Mu Mu is not in good condition. , the desserts made don’t taste right.”

Yang Yiming: "..."

Yuan Qiao: "He affects my money-making in this way."

Yang Yiming: "He's jet-lagged."

"You really are a husband and wife!" Yuan Qiao was amused.

Yang Yiming said: "Since he said so, it must be that the jet lag has not adjusted. You have to believe him."

Yuan Qiao frowned, tacitly said: "I understand."

From then on, Yuan Qiao never asked again, and completely ignored Ding Zimu's "absence".

A week later, Liu Guoqiang called Ding Zimu who was at work: "We compared the scene traces extracted and detected that year, and it turned out that there was indeed a third person at the scene, an adult male." Liu Guoqiang said regretfully, "But Curry has no records, and we need further investigation. We will interrogate Ding Kuiqiang, and we will also visit some old neighbors based on the physical characteristics you provided, and we should be able to find some clues from them."

Ding Zimu simply said: "Thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Ding Zimu greeted Yuan Qiao and ran to sit in the community garden behind the bakery.During this period of time, he likes to sit here very much. Although it is already summer and the weather is hot, Ding Zimu likes to sit on the stone bench behind an old banyan tree. Hidden in a shade.In this quiet and secret green curtain, Ding Zimu can calm down and think about many things.

For example, how to get Ding Kuiqiang to speak——Ding Kuiqiang, everything started with him, and naturally everything ends with him.

Ding Kuiqiang's sentence will be until the end of August, and there is still enough time for Captain Liu to interrogate slowly, but Ding Zimu knows very well that Ding Kuiqiang will not say a word.

In the scorching heat of summer, Ding Zimu sat there feeling cold in his heart.

"Mumu?" A voice came from behind.Ding Zimu turned his head in surprise and saw Yuan Qiao standing behind the bushes.

He stood up: "Brother Yuan? Why are you here?"

Yuan Qiao strode forward with his long legs, and walked to Ding Zimu's side in two steps. He usually had an unserious face that looked extraordinarily serious: "I'm following you."

"Follow...follow?"

"I want to talk to you."

"Okay." Ding Zimu sat down again, and took the initiative to say, "Brother Yuan, I know what you want to talk to me about."

"I just want to help."

"But you really can't help me with my problem." Ding Zimu shook his head, "It's not that I don't trust you, but this matter...it's too complicated to say, and I...don't know how to say it."

Yuan Qiao said: "Let me tell you what I think. First of all, you have psychological problems, but there must be a reason for any psychological problems. Judging from your background and the fight with your father last year, This psychological problem should have something to do with him, right?"

Ding Zimu smiled wryly and nodded.

"That person hasn't appeared again this year, but you've been in a trance recently, and you have a lot of calls."

Ding Zimu shook his head: "He didn't make the call."

"I know." Yuan Qiao said, "The call was made by a policeman surnamed Liu, right? Has something to do with your father?"

Ding Zimu: "How do you know?"

"I'm not stupid!" Yuan Qiao rolled his eyes, "One day your mobile phone was left in the lounge, and the phone rang for a long time but no one answered it. I answered it for you. Your social relationship is ridiculously simple. There is only one father who can get involved with the police. Tell me, what's going on?"

Ding Zimu looked at his hands for a while, and suddenly couldn't help it anymore. He raised his hands in front of his eyes, and asked each word: "Brother Yuan, if one day I kill someone with my hands, what will happen to me?" How about it?"

Yuan Qiao's heart sank. He felt that Ding Zimu was serious when he said this. The Ding Zimu in front of him overlapped with the Ding Zimu he saw on the monitor the other day, punching someone in the face. Fits perfectly.

He really wanted to kill that man!

Yuan Qiao was silent for two seconds and then said seriously: "Ding Zimu, think about it, even if you hate someone again, you can't kill someone at this time. Where are we going to throw the corpse in this summer? The corpse is easy. It's rotten. How about winter?"

Ding Zimu froze for a moment, and lowered his hands: "Brother Yuan, you..."

Yuan Qiao laughed: "Mumu, if you hate a person, there are many ways to make him unhappy. Killing him is the most merciful. If it were me, let him live, and watch me eat hot and spicy food every day. And he himself has no food, no clothes, and lives like a mouse."

Ding Zimu: "What else can I do?"

Yuan Qiao glanced at him: "Want to know? Then tell me what's wrong."

Ding Zimu raised his head and looked at the sky through the layers of green leaves on the top of his head. The sunlight was fragmented and dazzling. He felt pain in his eye sockets but he couldn't cry anyway.He closed his eyes, and the words that were pressed in his heart suddenly came out: "I hate him. I hate him the most in my life. I don't know if he is my father, but I don't want to admit that he is my father."

"Yeah." Yuan Qiao snorted, "I understand, because I don't even want to recognize my father."

Ding Zimu looked at Yuan Qiao in surprise, and Yuan Qiao said, "Go ahead, if you are interested in my story, I will tell you in two days."

Ding Zimu said: "My father...that is, Ding Kuiqiang, is in prison now, but he will be released in a month. I told Teacher Yang that I want him to die in the prison and stay there for the rest of his life. But actually..."

"Actually what?" Yuan Qiao asked.

Ding Zimu narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Yuan Qiao firmly: "Actually, I want to kill him with my own hands!"

Yuan Qiao didn't speak, just smiled slightly: "It's cheaper for him."

Ding Zimu said: "I dare not tell Mr. Yang these words, I am afraid that he will be worried, he is worried about me every day, that day I casually said "24 Billy" and he was very nervous, but Brother Yuan , I really want to kill him with my own hands, at least let me send him to a prison for a lifetime. But..." Ding Zimu choked up, "I can't say these things, I have been suppressing them all the time. I said to myself, Ding Zimu Mu, you are a good person, you can’t follow Ding Kuiqiang’s path, you and him are two completely opposite types of people. I also told myself, it’s okay, those things are over, the nightmare has woken up, and you only need to live well in the future Just live your own life. As for that person, just never let him interfere with your life... I have been persuading myself, I told myself to learn to face reality, if he really gets away with it in the end, I can only I comforted myself with the phrase 'Do everything you can to obey the destiny'... But Brother Yuan, I don't want to obey the destiny, I am not reconciled, he has done so much to me, why can I only 'obey the destiny'?"

At the end of Ding Zimu's speech, he almost shouted hoarsely: "But I checked the relevant laws, and the maximum sentence for what he did is only five years, and he may even be released on bail pending trial."

Yuan Qiao put his hand on Ding Zimu's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Mumu, do you know that some people can live like a vacation in a prison, and there are others who live a day like a year in a prison."

Ding Zimu stared at Yuan Qiao with red eyes.

Yuan Qiao grabbed his shoulder and said, "Come on, tell me, what help do you need?"

"Can you force Ding Kuiqiang to tell a secret that even a policeman can't tell?"

Yuan Qiao narrowed his eyes slightly: "I can't, but someone should be able to."

Ding Zimu didn't speak.

Yuan Qiao added: "I can't guarantee that it's absolutely legal, but I definitely won't implicate myself in it. I'm such a chicken thief, right?"