slip through the net [criminal investigation]

Falling driftwood, how much love can he bear?

Ying Cheng recalled his mad appearance when he was hospitalized, remembered how he bungled the back of his head against the wall, remembered that he used his own name as a belief, remembered that he concealed the truth, and remembered the past that he would rather die than confess.

He liked this man, but he dared not.He was afraid that if he was more affectionate, Jiang would drown in his love, and this tall building would be pulled down by himself.

——He was waiting, waiting for Jiang Huan to take root, germinate, bloom, bear fruit, and finally grow into a towering pine and cypress, supporting his tall building.

"There are not many quilts at home, so I only have this bed left after looking around. Let's make use of it." Jiang also hugged a thin old quilt and came out when he heard a low snoring sound coming from the living room——

Ying Cheng hardly had a good night's sleep after waking up. The unpredictable case of the past few days finally exhausted all his energy and energy, which made him fall into a deep sleep so quickly for the first time.

Jiang Huan laughed lightly and shook his head: "I always hear him waking up in pain in the middle of the night. He hasn't slept well for a long time."

Ying Aihua nodded, and dimmed the desk lamp a little: "I know, you go to sleep, I will guard him."

"Let me come, Uncle Ying, take a break."

He didn't need to say anything, he just looked up and looked at Jiang Huan, and he immediately lowered his head like a child who has done something wrong, and said softly: "I see, I'm going to sleep now, Uncle Ying has something to call I."

However, as soon as he took a step, he heard an old and tired voice behind him: "Son, Ah Cheng is not sensible, from now on... you should take care of him more."

The soft snoring sound rose and fell regularly, echoing his heartbeat and the starlight leaking from his memory when the heart beat, he suddenly clenched his hands tightly, the soreness at the tip of his nose made the sea surge in his eye sockets, and he agreed in a murmur: "I'm sorry, Uncle Ying, I will."

The person who is not sensible has never been an applicant.It was him and Fu Jingyu who dragged Yingcheng into such an abyss step by step. He was beyond redemption. He didn't care about life, death or the future. He lived on until now just to pay Yingcheng his life for a Zhaoxue.

If he could really have a god by holding his head three feet high, he would rather give everything in order to seek a healthy, long and peaceful life.

But when he looked up, he was surprised to see a person leaning against the door of the master bedroom at the end of the corridor.

Fu Jingyu was wearing a white T-shirt, and the scars on his hands and arms were still dazzling in the darkness. He just leaned against the door and looked at him with a half-smile, his deep eyes burning like wolves in the middle of the night. The same sharp light.

He made a mouth shape, and Jiang could still see it clearly, and his back suddenly shivered.

What Fu Jingyu said was——

"Counterfeit".

83. Lover

It was rare for Ying Cheng to sleep until the sun was up. The gloom and fatigue of the past few days were swept away, and he stretched comfortably. When he turned around, he saw Ying Aihua still sitting in the middle of the sofa, not even moving his position. After a while, the eyes were bloodshot, and I got up in fright: "What time is it? Did I oversleep?"

"It's early, there is still half an hour before work."

He breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the floor bunk again, rubbing his messy hair like a chicken coop: "That's good, there's time. You haven't slept all night?"

"Like you? Sleeping like a pig. The results of the boxing ring came out, but the building was emptied long ago, there was not even a stand left, and all the people in the boxing ring disappeared. I directly put on the wanted list , can’t escape.”

"I guess, this group of people can't do anything, but they are very decisive in escaping."

As he spoke, he stood up and stretched his body. The steel nails and iron plates nailed to the bones creaked faintly. The phone rang suddenly. He opened it and saw that it was from Xu Fan—"I've checked Fu Jingyu, but I can't find anything." people."

No such person?

As soon as he frowned, he looked up and saw Fu Jingyu waiting to wash his face and brush his teeth behind Jiang Huan, so he leaned back: "Dad?"

"what?"

"Who is Jing Yu, and where are her parents? I mean biological."

Ying Aihua suddenly turned cold: "What are you talking about! Jing Yu's biological parents are your uncle and your aunt!"

"I have no other meaning, just asking."

"Don't expose people's scars out of curiosity."

Ying Cheng was speechless, so he had to grind his teeth. Seeing that Jiang had already washed up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast, and gave up the bathroom to Fu Jingyu, he said bluntly: "Is his life experience related to the "3.07 Extraordinary Arson Case"? "

Jiang also heard it, his hands trembled violently, and subconsciously raised his head to look at him, but he was surprised that the eyes of the father and son were exactly the same, staring at him like a falcon, and hurriedly lowered his head again, but his hands couldn't stop shaking. I can't even hold a knife.

His heart beat like a drum, and he was afraid that Ying Cheng would continue to ask about the details of the arson case, but Ying Aihua just urged him to wash up and get ready to go to work.

Ying Cheng noticed that Fu Jingyu was also washing up, so he didn't dwell on this issue any more, and slipped into the bathroom.

The bathroom in his house is not very big, and the two of them are a bit crowded. Once he closed the door, the space became even narrower. When Fu Jingyu got nervous, she almost swallowed the toothpaste foam and asked vaguely, "Ah Cheng? What are you doing?" ?”

He stretched out his hand and hooked the whole person around his neck. The distance was a little ambiguous. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the portrait in the mirror: "Jing Yu, what do you think about our relationship?"

This question was endless, which made Fu Jingyu even more nervous for no reason. He wanted to hide but was forced to hug him back, so he could only widen his eyes: "You...what are you going to do!"

Ying Cheng smiled mischievously: "You said that we both grew up together, we ate and bathed together, slept together, we knew each other what we should know, but there is one thing I still don't know. "

Fu Jingyu thought that he was going to ask about her disappearance, so she suddenly lowered her head and lowered her voice three minutes: "What do you want to know?"

"Your background."

He suddenly relaxed, but then dodged in embarrassment: "Why are you asking this?"

Ying Cheng withdrew his hand and stood up straight, and said seriously: "I still think it's my fault that you were kidnapped. I don't know what you've been through these years, and you still refuse to speak up, but I respect you If you want, I can wait until the day you are willing to speak.

Just... at least give me a chance to do something.Perhaps, I can help you find out your biological parents, which can be regarded as a compensation for these years. "

Fu Jingyu paused for a moment, spit out the foam and rinsed his mouth casually, splashed a handful of water on his face, and then said: "Ah Cheng, you don't owe me anything, I owe you."

"But I think I owe it, and it's not clear."

Fu Jingyu couldn't refuse the burning flames in his eyes, so he could only sigh: "Actually, in my eyes, there is no one who is not my own. I only have one family, and my parents only have one pair. Do you want to find me?" It doesn't matter, not to mention that I have never met my biological parents.

But if you want to know, it doesn't matter if I tell you. As long as I can remember, I lived in a loving orphanage, and I can't remember anything else. "

"Love Welfare Home?"

"Correct."

Ying Cheng suddenly said, "Did you get adopted because the orphanage caught fire?"

Fu Jingyu's hand holding the towel froze suddenly. He caught this and quickly asked, "You are a witness!"

His hand trembled again, but there was a sudden knock on the door, and Jiang Huan's voice came: "You two hurry up and come out to have breakfast, because you are going to be late."

Fu Jingyu, as if being pardoned, took the opportunity to give a big answer and went straight out, Ying Cheng gritted her teeth angrily, thinking in a daze——

Last night, it was Jiang Huan who suddenly interrupted his conversation with his father.This kid... has been eavesdropping!He couldn't help thinking of what Xu Fan said, Jiang Huan and Jing Yu must have something to do with each other!

Sending the words "Loving Welfare Institute" to Xu Fan, he took another look at Fu Jingyu and Jiang Huan who were drinking porridge at the table. The two were quiet and calm without communicating, but there was an indescribably strange atmosphere flowing, and he was stunned for a moment. Squinted.

The two of them knew each other, but now they pretended not to know each other.So... what kind of understanding is this kind of understanding?Is there hatred and resentment, or affection and righteousness?

...he couldn't see it.

In a daze, Ying Aihua bumped into him suddenly, walked past him to the restaurant, he reacted, pretended nothing happened, hurriedly washed up and took a few mouthfuls of breakfast, then rushed to the city bureau together with Ying Aihua .

Chen Qiang, who was originally sent to keep an eye on Zhao Cheng's family, has already arrived at the city bureau. When he saw Ying Aihua, he called him away, and asked with a soft smile, "Did you really sleep all night?"

He rolled his eyes and said, "What do you say?"

"You will keep an eye on him for a day until the case is closed? Don't blame me for speaking badly. Your body is not what it was 30 years ago."

"Fuck you." He glanced back at the applicant who was busy with a cane, and recalled in a trance when he saw him pushed out of the operating room with swelling all over his body not long ago, when he signed such a thick stack of critical illness notices book, whatever it is...

There will be no next time.

He withdrew his gaze, his frown was still that of the coercive old detective, and he said in a cold voice: "It won't last long."

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The paperwork that Xu Fan had to catch up was piled up higher than the ceiling, and he had to work overtime and stay up all night. He was extremely tired after not sleeping all night, and his back injury had reached an unbearable level. : "What do you mean by Love Welfare Institute?"

"Jing Yu said that he came from this