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He couldn't say anything at this moment, he just felt as if he was completely pierced by a cold sword.

A cool breeze poured into the heart.

Little by little, he let go of the fingers that were pressing on Ji Rulang's shoulder, and an unspeakable pain surged wildly.

why?

How old is he...

Could it be a mistake?

Could it be that Ji An is not the biological son of the Ji family at all?

Those parents obviously treated Ji An so badly...

But how to explain the similar looks of Ji An and Ji Rulang?

Could it be that Ji Rulang is not his own?

Lin Zhaozhi's mind was extremely messy, he was like a drowning man, desperately grabbing the last straw.

He didn't believe that Ji An was dead.

impossible!

Ji Rulang seemed to have found some rationality from his absence.

He looked at Lin Zhaozhi quietly, his eyes were a little deep: "Do you still like my brother?"

Lin Zhaozhi couldn't breathe.

I like it, he likes Ji An.

This kind of heart-wrenching and regretful feeling is something no one in this world has ever given me.

Lu Qingrang gave him countless regrets, but Ji An was the only one who taught him what... pain is.

Ji Rulang looked at Lin Zhaozhi quietly, his pale face and scarlet eyes said everything.

He slowly stood up from the chair, with a hoarse but firm voice: "Then please, you must find my brother back."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Zhaozhi froze.

He looked up and looked at Ji Rulang in a daze: "What... mean? Isn't the DNA matched?"

Ji Rulang said: "It was compared, but the one compared is not Ji An's father's DNA, but one in their DNA database."

Lin Zhaozhi's heart almost froze.

His eyes flicked violently twice, and his voice trembled: "So, so Ji An..."

"He's still alive."

Lin Zhaozhi laughed unnaturally twice, his eyes became more red.

"That little idiot..."

He is still alive.

He is really alive.

The joy and luck that was lost and found again seemed to be violently smashed from the top of the head, and Lin Zhaozhi didn't know where to put it.

No matter where he is now, he will find Ji An back.

"I have to go through some formalities at the police station..."

Lin Zhaozhi: "I'll go there with you."

"Ok?"

Lin Zhaozhi's voice was low, he lowered his head and took out something from his pocket.

Ji Rulang watched him spread out his palm──

It's that ring.

"I gave this ring to Ji An. It has Ji An's name on it. It is absolutely unmistakable. How did the dead man get it?"

When Ji An left, he didn't bring any money with him. Did he sell the ring to that person, or...

Lin Zhaozhi's mind was messed up again.

Seeing that he was a little irritable, Ji Rulang said: "Don't think too much, the police should have contacted the family of the deceased. Let's go and ask, maybe there will be other clues."

"it is good."

Ji Rulang and Lin Zhaozhi rushed to the police station soon.

A male policeman invited them into a small room. There was a middle-aged man sitting in that room, smoking a cigarette in silence with his head bowed, his face looked very sad.

The male policeman said to Ji Rulang, "This is Yan Xiaolei's family member. You can ask him any questions you have."

"Ok."

After the policeman left, Ji Rulang asked the man, "Uncle, my condolences."

The man's cloudy, bloodshot eyes glanced at Ji Rulang wearily, and his voice was old: "Is there something wrong?"

Ji Rulang sat down beside him, and said, "I'm sorry about your son's matter. At this time, I shouldn't bother you anymore, but..."

The man took a puff of cigarette, "It's okay, if you have something to say, just say it."

Lin Zhaozhi asked directly: "I found a ring on your son's body. This ring belongs to me..."

He paused, and then said: "It belongs to my lover. He is also missing now. I want to ask if your son has mentioned to you that he knows a boy. He is not very old, and looks similar to your son. "

With a hoarse voice, the man waved his hand in front of his eyes to drive away the smoke from the cigarette, and then said: "How could I know, I haven't contacted Xiaolei for almost a year, if the police didn't call me, I wouldn't have Knowing that he has been dead outside for so long..."

When he said this, he couldn't help but choked up.

Both Lin Zhaozhi and Ji Rulang were disappointed.

This ring was the only clue to find Ji An, and now with Yan Xiaolei's death, it was completely broken.

Lin Zhaozhi's heart was heavy. He looked down at the middle-aged man who had lost his son. Apart from sympathy, his heart was full of anxiety and fear.

If Yan Xiaolei really knew Ji An, would something happen to Ji An?

Lin Zhaozhi left the police station agitatedly, and when Ji Rulang was about to leave, Yan Xiaolei's father suddenly ran out and spoke through the window glass.

He quickly lowered the window.

The man frowned: "Young man, although I don't know who you are looking for, Xiaolei has a brother who plays very well. My son, who was not taught well, ran out to the field at a young age. There are some things As a father, I don’t know either, you can ask that person, or he knows.”

Lin Zhaozhi quickly took out his cell phone, "Do you have his phone number? I'll write it down."

"No, but I know where his family lives. Xiaolei has sent him things before."

The man scratched his head and said an address.

In the next city, it takes more than three hours to drive there.

"Thank you."

The man's eyes were red: "Hurry up and get your lover back. If I could go to Xiaolei earlier and not argue with him, Xiaolei wouldn't die. You say father and son, husband and wife, how much hatred can there be?" Woolen cloth……"

He wiped away his tears and left.

As soon as the man left, Lin Zhaozhi immediately said, "I'll look for it later."

Ji Rulang: "I'll go with you."

"No, I will go by myself. I will contact you as soon as I have news."

Ji Rulang was silent for a while, then nodded: "Okay, then I will listen to you."

Lin Zhaozhi returned to the apartment, packed some things, and drove to the neighboring city.

On the way there, he was extremely restless.

He has nothing, only such an address, what if Yan Xiaolei's friend moves?What if that friend doesn't know Ji An...

Where should he go to find someone then?

In the early morning, Lin Zhaozhi finally arrived at the address. It was a dilapidated apartment without a doorbell.

Lin Zhaozhi didn't care whether he would disturb people's sleep or not, so he stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After knocking for a full 5 minutes, there was a complaining voice from inside: "Here it is! Damn! Who is it at night?"

As soon as the door opened, a young boy with yellow hair came out.

He was still wearing pajamas and his hair was messy. He was obviously woken up by Lin Zhaozhi from a dream. He stared at Lin Zhaozhi who was wearing a mask dissatisfiedly: "Who are you?"

Lin Zhaozhi directly pushed him away and stepped into the room.

"Hey, what are you doing? I called the police for breaking into a house at night?"

The apartment is not big, Lin Zhaozhi quickly searched through several rooms with dark eyes.

Ji An is not here.

And it looks like Huangmao lives here alone.

"I said handsome guy, what's the matter with you?"

Lin Zhaozhi turned his head, his eyes were slightly red, and his voice was cool: "Have you ever heard of a boy named Ji An?"

"Huh? Ji An?"

"Yes."

Huang Mao: "I don't know, I've never heard of it."

His eyes flashed a little guilty.

Lin Zhaozhi gritted his teeth: "I'll ask you again, have you met Ji An?"

Huang Mao smiled: "Brother, I really didn't listen..."

Lin Zhaozhi directly grabbed his clothes and dragged him to the dining table. There was still a plate on the table with unfinished spaghetti in it. Lin Zhaozhi directly pressed Huangmao's face into it.

"You're not telling the truth, are you? You don't know Ji An, you know Yan Xiaolei? Huh? He has Ji An's ring on him, so how can you explain it!"

The yellow hair screamed "Wow, wow, wow".

The sound insulation of this old apartment is not good, and the sound of Huangmao's crying and howling attracted a young couple from the opposite side to run over and probe their brains.

"That...you..."

Lin Zhaozhi raised his eyes, his eyes were red with ocher.

"Go away, don't meddle in your own business."

The young couple hurried back.

Lin Zhaozhi grabbed the metal fork on the table, pointed at the back of Huang Mao's hand: "I'll give you one last chance, do you want to say it?"

"I said I said! Let me go first!"

Huangmao kept crying.

Lin Zhaozhi let him go coldly.

Huang Mao's face was in a mess, he took out a few pieces of paper, and slowly wiped his face.

Lin Zhaozhi walked over and locked the door of the apartment, seeing Huang Mao dawdling, displeased: "Speak."

"Ji An and I have met a few times. I met him more than four months ago... Yan Xiaolei and I are bastards. We met him when we were on the road that day. Yan Xiaolei said that the boy looked like a mother." For nothing, I want to see if he has any money on him..."

"He said he had no money, and turned out his trouser pocket to show us. Later, Yan Xiaolei saw that he had a ring on his hand, so he wanted it, but he refused to give it."

"and then?"

Lin Zhaozhi's breathing tightened.

Didn't the ring fall into Yan Xiaolei's hands in the end?

What did they do to Ji An?

Huang Mao faltered: "...just... Yan Xiaolei just beat him up and snatched the ring."

Lin Zhaozhi's chest heaved violently twice.

Anger was burning in his eyes.

Huang Mao was frightened, and desperately explained: "I didn't do anything, it was Yan Xiaolei who did it, and we didn't sell the ring that was snatched. No, let alone, Ji An is still following us, he will go wherever we go..."

Lin Zhaozhi clenched his fists.

Huangmao's voice became lower and lower: "He wanted to get the ring back and said he could give us money...but...but..."

"but what?"

but……

Poor little Ann.