slip through the net [criminal investigation]

?It's a minor injury, don't worry, really.Come, drink some water. "

Ying Cheng took the stick back and put it beside him while passing the water, but he heard him whisper: "Nonsense. Uncle Ying has never been injured."

He quickly changed the subject: "That's because you don't know. Instead of caring about me, you should care about yourself. What happened 11 years ago?"

Holding the cup, he lowered his head and let out a silent breath.

Ying Cheng's only hand that could move was tightly clenched: "It's been 11 years. I didn't even have time to say goodbye when you left. I was almost beaten to death by my dad just because I didn't go home with you. Uncle Fu failed to deliver the ransom. Since then, I have not even dared to step in the door of your Fu family. In the past 11 years, I have never let go of this case. Now you are fine and you are standing in front of me. Don't you want to tell me what happened back then?"

"How do you know I'm okay?" His hand holding the cup trembled violently, and when he raised his head suddenly, a shocking fire burst out from his scarlet eyes, a flame that couldn't be extinguished by tears, "How can you be sure? ...I am still the same Fu Jingyu back then? You also know that 11 years have passed? In the past 11 years, you have studied, worked, fallen in love, married, and you have experienced nothing. You live like an ordinary person, but you know what I am going through huh? I waited for you for 11 years and you didn't show up, but you came to ask me why I left? Then what did you do?"

"Jing Yu..."

He lowered his head again, was silent for a while, and finally shook his head: "Don't ask... Ah Cheng, I'm sorry, but don't ask."

Ying Cheng suddenly remembered Jiang's repeated "I can't say", sneered, snatched his cup and put it on the table, then dragged him away: "What did I do? Okay, I will I'll show you what I've done!"

However, when he went out, he realized that he was a disabled person and didn't have the skills to drive at all, so he simply called him.

Xie Lin saw him go away without even bothering to say hello, for some reason, a strong sense of unease suddenly arose in his heart.

I caught a glimpse of a paper cup on the ground that had been kicked into a corner, picked it up, and made a phone call while walking.

And in the car...

Ying Cheng secretly sent a WeChat message to Xu Fan, writing - "There is a cup of tea on the table in the reception room, let's do a fingerprint comparison."

He took Fu Jingyu back to his home almost non-stop. He looked blankly at the magnificent neighborhood and asked, "Where is this..."

"My house." Ying Cheng led him straight to the sixth floor, "Now my house is on the sixth floor, 601. This is a new house I just bought a few years ago, and the old house has been sold. My dad and your dad have moved to the next province. Or live in the opposite door, the two old men will take care of themselves. I will call them later and ask your parents to come pick you up."

"do not!"

"what happened?"

He clasped his hands again and lowered his head, as if he was very afraid of facing other people's eyes, so he just said softly, "I don't want to go back. And... I don't want to see them."

Ying Cheng turned around while opening the door: "Why?"

"Don't ask, I just don't want to see them. Can you... Can you take me in for a few days?"

Before Ying Cheng could reply, he grabbed his clothes, humbled himself into the dust, and said with a plea, "I promise I won't cause trouble! Really, don't drive me away, please... just a few God, okay?"

Ying Cheng's hand that opened the door just froze on the spot, and he slowly raised his head: "You... never spoke like this before. You wouldn't beg me, let alone..."

so humble.

He suddenly wrapped his arms around Ying Cheng's waist from behind, put his head on his shoulder, and the hot air from his breath sprayed on the sensitive area behind his ears, Ying Cheng froze on the spot as if he had been electrocuted, unable to move, only listening to his voice I begged in a low voice in the pit of my neck, and my voice was soaked in desolation, brewing into a dull cry: "Please...don't ask anything, just pretend that the former Fu Jingyu is really dead."

The doorknob bent by itself, it was Jiang Huan.He was still dressed in black, calm and indifferent: "Come in and talk."

Only then did Fu Jingyu let go of her hand hastily, turned her face away and stood behind Yingcheng to cover up her embarrassment at the moment: "Who is this?"

Jiang Huan suddenly smiled very naturally: "I know who you are, but you really don't know my name. My name is Jiang Huan, and I return it."

"How do you know who I am?"

"I did you."

"what?"

"Yingcheng once lent me your identity to investigate the case, so I said I did you. I used to be Fu Jingyu."

He nodded with an "oh", subconsciously glanced at Ying Cheng first, and then stretched out his hand to try to shake hands, but Jiang suddenly picked up two glasses, and even made a special gesture: "Sorry, I'm here Find a coffee mug."

After speaking, he went on to work in the kitchen.Standing between the two of them, Ying Cheng felt like a bridegroom-to-be leading his daughter-in-law to her in-laws. The point is that this mother still had a vague sense of hostility towards her. The embarrassing situation where Zhenggong catches the adulterer on the bed is that scumbag who is trembling and preparing for a table tennis sparring match.

Of course, his role in the ping-pong game is that of the ball that is about to go both ways and get hit left and right.

——This is all a mess.

He grabbed Fu Jingyu and left: "Come here."

After finishing speaking, he opened the closet and took off all the clothes that Jiang had hung up for him in order of color shades and threw them aside. Sui Jiuyuan's paper has even started to turn yellow. Every transcript, every on-site photo, including the bright smiling face next to the blank frame in the middle, all show his self-examination day after day, and his worthy The persistence of self-torture.

"A Cheng..."

"What did I do?" Ying Cheng turned around and looked into his eyes, his eyes were red again, "I didn't do anything! It's just that in the past 11 years, day after day and night after night, there is not a single day that I don't think about the case!

My dad, your dad, all the classmates, friends, everyone around us!

They all think I lost you!Including myself!As long as I go home with you that day, you may not be kidnapped or lost. From elementary school to junior high school to high school, we have been going to school together and going home together, but it is only that day that I let you go alone up!

In the past 11 years, before the real kidnapper was caught, in my heart I was the real murderer who killed you! "

He's not just for him alone, sometimes...he's for himself too.When Fu Jingyu died, he also died in that endless summer.

Fu Jingyu wants the truth, but what he wants is relief.Now that Fu Jingyu is resurrected, then...

The young man imprisoned by him should also be redeemed.He needed the truth so badly.

"So...Jing Yu, tell me, what happened back then? Who kidnapped you? What happened to you? How did you survive? Where have you been these past 11 years? Tell me."

Fu Jingyu was silent for a while, then raised her head and asked in pain: "Do you have to ask?"

"I just want the truth! Shouldn't those people who kidnapped you and killed you back then be brought to justice? Shouldn't you have an explanation for your 11 years of homelessness?"

But he shook his head resolutely: "I don't want to pursue it, I just want to let it go, just pretend nothing happened, okay?"

Ying Cheng was once so shocked by his reaction that he couldn't speak, an inexplicable anger almost made him lose his mind, diluting the joy of reunion after a long absence: "Do you think you are the only victim?"

"Okay, you must know, right? Then see for yourself." Fu Jingyu turned around and found Jiang Huan standing at the corner with a glass of coffee in his hand. He didn't mean to avoid suspicion at all, and he didn't care. Slowly pulling up his sleeves, he saw that his hands and arms were covered with scars, and the cut marks on his left wrist were stacked one after another. As a criminal police officer, Ying Cheng was very clear about the only reason for these scars. He shook his head, and quickly Pulling down the sleeves, "Don't ask, and don't force me... Please, Ah Cheng, let it pass."

Yingcheng had been waiting for the truth for 11 years, but these dense wounds made him unable to ask any more questions, and he could only hold his hands tightly. The overwhelming regret and hatred almost swallowed him. The suffocation finally sent him punching the wall with all his emotions wrapped up in his fist.

Jiang also forced the steaming coffee into his hand in time to prevent him from hurting himself further, and gave Fu Jingyu another cup: "I'm sorry, I really didn't find the coffee cup, so I'll just let it go."

Only then did Ying Cheng return to his place of thought, and suddenly remembered—Jiang Huan was also an insider.In his speculation, Jiang should also be an insider of Fu Jingyu's case. If the principal culprit in that case is indeed "X", Jiang also has some kind of connection with "X", and he... seems to be really He has known Jing Yu for a long time, and knew in advance that Jing Yu is not dead.

Jing Yu's rebirth did not make the case clearer, but... directly pushed this old case into a deeper fog.

Who is Jiang, what is his relationship with Jing Yu, what happened 11 years ago, is this Jing Yu real or fake?

If it is true, where has he been and what has he experienced in the past 11 years?

If it is fake, then who is he, why did he pretend to be Jing Yu, and even