sincerity of lies

"...There are still many things to do next." Huo Ranyin closed the report.

Ji Xun looked at Huo Ranyin.

He felt that Huo Ranyin should be surprised, doubted, angry, collapsed at this moment... Any emotion is fine, there should always be some emotion.But Huo Ranyin didn't have any emotions.

The other party just said this very calmly:

"Wen Chenghu's cause of death and the murderer have been clarified, but according to our country's law, the murderer is not filed for prosecution if he is already dead. In other words, we have to go to the police station later to recount the whole process. One time, and then the case can be sealed."

So Huo Ranyin was unmoved when faced with the truth that directly caused all the misfortunes of his entire childhood?

I'm afraid not.

It's just that some people learn to express themselves actively while growing up; some people are forced to hide their emotions while growing up.So the pain, no matter how fast or how turbulent, has become a silent water flow under the ice layer, silent, without seeing the sun.

Ji Xun stepped forward to hug Huo Ranyin.

If words of comfort are too frivolous at this time, at least the temperature of the human body can melt some of the ice, allowing Huo Ranyin, who is submerged in the bottomless water, to raise his head and take a breath.

Huo Ranyin's shoulders stiffened, and he continued to speak, speaking faster: "After this case is over, it's time to deal with the port bombing case, and we can also prepare to return to Ning City."

"Yes, the case is endless, but in your hands, the case can always be dismissed."

"It's been a much longer journey than expected."

"It's not so much a journey as a business trip. Although there are many twists and turns, we didn't waste any time."

Huo Ranyin said something, and Ji Xun answered it.

He felt the stiff body in his arms slowly softening, and he also noticed that the people in the hospital were looking at them, and he also noticed that in the service desk, the female nurse was secretly watching them and gesturing to him, which seemed to be ask:

Would you like a cup of hot water?

He smiled at the nurse, thanked this small but precious kindness, and hugged Huo Ranyin even harder.

Finally, Huo Ranyin stopped talking about work and talked about the case.

The person who buried his head and shoulders spoke with a hoarse voice:

"Today is March 3th, the vernal equinox. It's time to sweep the graves and pay respects to ancestors. Please accompany me to my parents' graves. I have never been there since they died."

The Huo family has a piece of land on the mountain in Qinshi, which was bought by Huo Ranyin's grandfather, Huo Shanyuan, and became the Huo family's own cemetery.Huo's family is not alone. Up and down this mountain, left and right, are all private cemeteries like Huo's family surrounded by many wealthy families in Qin City.

Once a person has money, he will be more particular. You invite a Taoist master to give acupuncture, and I invite three masters to light lamps. You have to contrast each other, thinking about not falling behind.

The Huo family's private tomb is also not immune to the common customs. Special personnel were also invited to do professional planning. Presumably there is a secret wish for the family to flourish and prosper.

But there are people who wish, and heaven and heaven think, and the sky fails to fulfill people's wishes, which is just ordinary.

They came by car, but the car stopped at the foot of the mountain, and the two of them didn't care. Today's weather is just right, the sky is high and the air is cool, neither hot nor cold, so they walked slowly up the mountain road.

Farther away, the music of the trumpet and suona was heard from afar, and it was unknown which family was going out for the funeral.

"If you know the truth and think about it later, everything is not so difficult to guess." Huo Ranyin was talking to Ji Xun, and he thought of the three words "Huo Dongwang". This is his uncle who should have inherited the Huo family shipyard. , but fell ill and died in their prime of life.

"Uncle got married in the early years, but left soon, so he has been childless. His sudden death put the thriving shipyard in an embarrassing situation without an heir. The only young people in the family are my mother... I think he is This poisonous plan was born at this time."

Huo Ranyin was talking about Xu Chengzhang. Using the tone of an outsider and the standpoint of a policeman, he rarely broke the past habit of drawing conclusions based on evidence, and made a simple reasoning backtracking with Ji Xun.

"Xu Chengzhang was born in Xia Sauvignon, an ordinary or even poor family. Because of his excellent studies, he had the opportunity to be a classmate with my mother, but apart from this 'student classmate', under normal circumstances, they would not There may be any other intersections, all his thoughts on her, against the background of other excellent suitors, I am afraid he can only say one sentence, "the toad wants to eat swan meat". In order to get her family business, and also to get her , I think Xu Chengzhang made a simple but effective plan: "

"He chose the time and place. The hotel is next door to the Poetry Club. The hotel has a complicated flow of people. The poetry club is full of my mother's classmates. Once something happens, the police can't find out the perpetrators in the first place. Those classmates who know my mother will be there. The news of her mother's rape was spread out immediately, and thus, a woman who was originally pure and unattainable turned into mud, and the outstanding suitors who had been chasing her after her were scattered like birds and beasts. After finding out that she was pregnant, Sansan left, only Xu Chengzhang was left.

"He just got everything for granted."

This is related to the Huoqi language.

There is also something related to Huo Ranyin.

Because Xu Chengzhang was one of the rapists back then, there was the best explanation for Huo Ranyin's ups and downs when he was growing up.

Love is a vine, hate is a vine.When love and hate are entangled, the vine twists into a whip full of barbs, whipping everyone living under this roof.

"Perhaps," Huo Ranyin, "the only good thing Xu Chengzhang did in the follow-up is that he still loves his wife seriously."

Then Huo Ranyin fell silent again.

His footsteps became slow unconsciously. The closer he was to the cemetery, the farther away he felt, and the longer he looked, the more strange he felt.

Looking at it, the lush greenery in front of him, the pines and cypresses lined up, the Huo family cemetery, which had never been in the past, melted like wax, melted into the bottom of his heart, and melted into a wax-like house.

The room where the gas leaked.

This is something he has been evading and trying to figure out in every possible way. Because of evasion, he has never dared to set foot in it.

His life when he was young, his relatives when he was young, were all locked in this square box. He stood outside, looked inside, the lights were on inside, and there seemed to be laughter from time to time.

But all the transparent glass is covered with fog, and all he wants to say, what he should say, is also in the fog, and he is at a loss, not knowing the way out.

As they walked, the suona behind them became louder and louder. When they turned their heads, they saw a thick black cloud forming on the ground, rolling along the mountain road all the way up.

The two of them tapped carefully, only to find that the "black cloud" was formed by clusters of black umbrellas. Under the black cloud was the place where the sound of the suona horn came out. A funeral procession covered by tens of hundreds of black umbrellas!

Ji Xun was surprised for a moment.

He has never seen this custom of holding a black umbrella to block the sun when it does not rain.

There was only one mountain road, and when the funeral procession approached, the two stood aside to make way for the road.

The two people got closer and closer, and when they were four or five steps away and could clearly read the words written on the other party's white flag, Huo Ranyin's face flashed surprise: "It's an acquaintance."

"Did your acquaintance pass away?" Ji Xun subconsciously asked.

"...Probably not." Huo Ranyin hesitated, then raised his voice, "Yu Cisheng?"

Suddenly, there was a sound in the funeral coffin, a pale hand supported the edge of the coffin, and then, the white-haired and white-skinned man sat up from inside.

Ji Xun finally understood why there were so many black umbrellas in this team.

The sun rises every day, swaying its infinite heat, selflessly nurturing life on the earth.

Except people with albinism.

Only for them, the sun is no longer selfless, but extremely harsh.