Case File Compendium

"...If this is the truth that I can finally restore, if this truth can make you feel relieved at the end."

"..."

"Then I'll tell you."

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19 years ago.

Yanzhou.

13-year-old Xie Qingcheng is carrying a schoolbag and walking at the intersection of Yan Dong's Hutong.

He has a green screen Nokia, the most valuable thing in his possession.

His parents had been gone for several months.

In the past few months, Xie Qingcheng was like a ray of soul left behind in the world, and the continuous blows made his heart hollow.He had collapsed, despaired, and had countless violent quarrels with others.

But what's the use.

He woke up countless times at night, and the dream was the day when he received the notice of his parents' death.

That day, it was raining heavily in Huzhou. He was in the school classroom, like all ordinary students, taking a math test.

The head teacher came in suddenly, greeted the math teacher, and said a few words in a low voice, and the math teacher immediately let out a gasping sound.

The students only looked up, their expressions were numb, and there were even phantoms of equations and numbers floating in their eyes, and then they all lowered their heads and continued to work on the questions against the clock.

And Xie Qingcheng didn't even raise his head, he was checking the solution process of the last big question.

A girl next to him was secretly looking at him, and she didn't know if she was looking at his answer or at the handsome guy's face.

suddenly--

A shadow cast on Xie Qingcheng's test paper.

Xie Qingcheng paused his pen tip, raised his head, frowned slightly and looked at the class teacher who came to his seat.

He is different from ordinary students. You can see it with your eyes. He is very sharp, calm, and clear. He is rarely confused or numb. He is not troubled by various subjects. With ease.

No teacher would dislike such students.

This was the first time - Xie Qingcheng looked into the head teacher's eyes, but the head teacher didn't smile.

He was startled for a moment, not knowing what happened, he was not someone who would cause trouble.

"Xie Qingcheng." The head teacher patted him on the shoulder with a strange expression, as if trying to suppress something.Her thick glasses were just reflective of the fluorescent light, hiding most of her emotions.

But Xie Qingcheng could hear a tremor in her voice, like the aftertaste after the strings were plucked.

"Come out."

The students were all surprised now, the exam was not important anymore, they raised their necks and watched Xie Qingcheng leave the classroom behind the head teacher.

"what happened……"

"Why did you call him out at this time?"

"He didn't make a mistake, did he cheat?"

"What are you talking about...does he need to cheat..."

Everyone was chattering, until the math teacher knocked on the table: "What are you whispering about? Exam!"

But after he reprimanded them, he couldn't help but follow the two people who disappeared at the end of the aisle - if the students looked carefully, they would find that the math teacher's face had peeled off a layer of blood.

The math teacher tremblingly grabbed the thermos cup on the table, opened it, and took a sip of the warm water inside.

Hot water trickled down his throat, barely warming his chest that was suddenly cold when he heard the shocking news.

But he knew—

Xie Qingcheng, this child's heart, may not be able to warm up again for a long time to come.

"Teacher, what happened?"

When Xie Qingcheng followed the head teacher on the stairs, he couldn't help asking this question.

The teacher in charge didn't say a word, until she reached the door of her office on the top floor, before she opened the door and entered, she took a deep breath and looked back at the student she had always liked.

Her facial muscles were tense, and under the gray sky outside the window, Xie Qingcheng was shocked to find that behind her thick glasses, there were actually two lines of tears rolling down.

The teardrops were like ominous notes, and the thunder outside the teaching building was deafening, kicking off the prelude to the tragedy.

Xie Qingcheng's heart skipped a beat.

"...There are people looking for you inside, let them talk to you..."

The homeroom teacher put the wrinkled hand on the doorknob and pressed it down.

The door opened.

Lightning flickered outside the window, and the inside of the house seemed to be covered with thicker clouds than the outside.Thunder and lightning pierced the cumulonimbus clouds outside, and Xie Qingcheng walked in, piercing the darkness inside the house——

A large piece of dark blue.

The police crowded like a cloud.

The leader is Uncle Zheng, who has the best relationship with his parents.

They all turned their heads when they heard him coming, but no one spoke first.

Xie Qingcheng heard his own voice, it was hollow like a cocoon shell that had been left behind on the dead wood.

"What happened to my parents?"

"..."

Word by word, he asked firmly, "Uncle Zheng, what's wrong with my parents."

Xie Qingcheng didn't quite remember how he listened to Zheng Jingfeng's specific situation that day, but in his vague impression, he seemed to be very calm.

Calmly as if he had died, standing where he was listening to these words was a clay figure, a corpse.

Not only at that time, it seemed that for nearly ten days in a row, Xie Qingcheng was as cold and numb as a walking corpse—except when he saw the dead body of his parents with his own eyes, he broke down and cried bitterly. For more than ten days, he was like a machine, like a symbol-constantly signing, signing, signing one ruthless document after another.

Cremation...

heritage……

notarization……

Living people become words on paper and ashes in the furnace.

The younger sister is still young and doesn't know much about the world, but she also knows that Mom and Dad haven't come back for a long time, and she is crying and crying——

There are other things that Xie Qingcheng doesn't even want to think about.

When a person suffers so much that his heart is drained of tears, he realizes that being able to feel sadness well is also a kind of great mercy bestowed by God.

Xie Qingcheng doesn't even deserve this bit of mercy.

——The car moved forward automatically, and the cockpit exploded after hitting someone... How could this be an accident?

His body and soul seemed to have been destroyed by the sudden huge pressure, and he could only support himself with one breath. He kept running to the police station, grabbed any uncles and aunts he was familiar with, and stubbornly repeated it over and over again. Said, my parents were murdered.

My parents must have been murdered.

i want a truth...

Please give me the truth...

At the beginning, those people would still sympathize and shed tears. After a long time, being pestered by a child like this repeatedly will still be annoying after all.

Someone began to say to him: "I have told you many times, we will definitely investigate carefully, but now there is no evidence, we have to follow the procedure, right?"

"Give us some more time."

But how long is one o'clock?

Xie Qingcheng found out later that it was a full 19 years.

At that time, he didn't know that the wait in the future would be so long, but he also understood at that time that the death of his parents could only be characterized as an accident. Buried as a martyr.

In the end, he could only choose a snow-white shirt for his father. That shirt was the best piece of clothing his father had ever bought after their family was lonely.

And his mother was wearing a cheongsam sewed by Li Miaojuan herself—the female police superintendent was not able to be mourned by the police chief, but on the day she left, besides her colleagues, many poor, rich, and Prisoner, Victim...

She treats every life equally, and she never wears colored glasses to discriminate against anyone's soul.She is always willing to extend her hand to people struggling in the quagmire, as long as those people are willing to turn back.

As such, she has all of their respect.

But she didn't get the truth settled until she was buried.

Xie Qingcheng went to check it himself.

Even though he was still very young, a middle school student, and even though he got very limited clues...he still refused to give up tracking, and he spent all his spare time investigating the cause of his parents' death.

Then, maybe the emperor pays off.

From an uncle in the police station, he found out that his parents had been to a nightclub with the most fish and dragons in Yanzhou before the car accident.

"What they did and who they met are all secrets. Everyone doesn't know very well, but shortly after that, the superiors received a report from the masses, saying that the two of them were corrupt and took bribes, and they also produced some evidence... Although the evidence The chain is not enough to support the content of the report, and the possibility of framing is not ruled out, but wasn’t the crackdown during that time? They were demoted and transferred again.”

"The two of them have been suspended twice in the past few years. Together, they have participated in dozens of unresolved major cases, involving hundreds of people. Counting down, thousands of people also said Maybe, these thousands of people have tens of thousands of relationships. It is almost impossible to investigate one by one like a headless chicken."

The uncle patted Xie Qingcheng: "Don't think about so many children. There are us too. Let us find the truth about these things."

But Xie Qingcheng didn't know how long he would have to wait for the truth if he relied on them.Or, he simply can't wait for the day when the truth comes out.

So he settled down with his younger sister during the winter vacation, and went to Yanzhou alone, to the nightclub that his uncle had mentioned.

He wanted to follow this clue to find out.

That's when the accident happened.

He originally contacted a waiter who finally found out about the situation. Although the other party was very flustered, he still had a conscience. Seeing that the child was so pitiful, he agreed to meet the two of them at a small hot pot restaurant at the entrance of a certain alley on weekend afternoons.

——"I don't know who I saw specifically. They came mysteriously, and even our boss didn't know the situation. But I was in charge of cleaning the private room. After they left, I found a An earring...you can come and see if it belongs to your mother, if not, maybe it belongs to the person she met..."

Before meeting Xie Qingcheng, the waiter kindly sent him an MMS photo in advance.

At that time, Nokia mobile phones were not very fast to receive MMS, and it had to be downloaded bit by bit.After the photo was downloaded, Xie Qingcheng sat at the entrance of the curb and clicked to take a look——

It was a very oddly shaped earring.

The earrings are pure gold, very delicate, in the shape of a bone cross, with a ring in the middle, and a blood-red broken diamond in the center of the ring, surrounded by three letters: RIP

Rest in peace.

Although the clarity of MMS messages on mobile phones at that time was very poor, which could be called AV quality, the delicacy of this earring was still visible through the screen. Under such circumstances, it is absolutely impossible for a famous gold jewelry store such as Chow Tai Fook and Lao Fengxiang to produce such inexplicable jewelry shapes.

It is likely to be custom-made by the parties.

The earrings are different from other things. The needles of the earrings have been in contact with the pierced ears for a long time, and the sweat, secretions, and even skin tissue of the owner will be rubbed on them. If the earrings are brought back to Zheng Jingfeng for testing, the whole body may be damaged. The investigation of the case can get some clues.

"To tell you the truth, I'm really greedy for cheap. I'm not a good person. I picked up this earring and originally planned to sell it for some money, so I never handed it to the foreman, but I heard you were there that day. While talking to the head waiter... I think it might be better to give you this earring."

"It's nothing...my mother also left early, I understand."

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These two paragraphs became the last message that the waiter left for Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng hadn't arrived at the hotpot restaurant where they agreed to meet in the afternoon, when he saw the flames soaring into the sky, the crowd watching like a tide, and the waves of sound and heat hit his heart.He rushed over, scaring several old ladies and grandfathers.

"Ouch, what are you guys squeezing?"

"It's too reckless, whose child..."

Xie Qingcheng didn't listen to the other words anymore, he stood at the front of the crowd, and further ahead was the police cordon.He saw the firefighters carrying out several corpses from inside, and the high-pressure nozzles were continuously pouring on the burning hotpot restaurant...

He stood there stiffly, with fire in his eyes.

He knew that he was late.

What was even more frightening was that when the rescue was over and the fire was extinguished, he watched with his own eyes the pale body bags wrapped in the remains being carried out one after another.In an instant, Xie Qingcheng was hit by a strong sense of guilt, that feeling was like a tiger in the forest roaring towards him, hitting his heart hard, and roaring beside his ears.

For the first time, he felt that his investigation was so naive, simple, meaningless, and even harmful to others—he felt that every corpse was made because of him.

He slumped down at the intersection of the road, hugging his shoulders, clutching tightly in his sweaty palms the Nokia mobile phone that stored the photo of the earrings.

He was too desperate, and the condemnation in his heart was too heavy. He lowered his head and sat on the curb, as if he had left his soul.

Therefore, he didn't notice that on the street where the crowd had gradually dispersed, there was a black license plate private car, and a bearded man wearing a baseball cap was sitting in it, lighting a cigarette and looking at him quietly.

When he finally got up and left the ruins silently, the private car also started, followed him on the bus, and drove to the residence in the outer ring.

Xie Qingcheng got out of the car and had to walk a long way to get back to the hotel where he lived. He didn't have much money and had to save money, so the place he lived in was dilapidated and out of the way.In a few years ago, the surveillance cameras in Yanzhou were not so dense, especially in the outer ring area, where there were many blind spots.

In the dark night, the bearded man pulled off his baseball cap, spit out the butt of his cigarette, held the steering wheel and stepped on the gas pedal, the headlights were dazzling, and he slammed into Xie Qingcheng's back amidst the harsh sound of the engine. And go—! !

Dead silence.

"I was in a car accident." Xie Qingcheng said to He Yu in Jishui's studio. This was the first time he had completely uncovered the scars that he hadn't touched for a long time. The body was cleaned up after the collision, but I noticed him at the last moment and dodged a little, so I didn't kill him on the spot."

"The wheels were rolling back and forth on my legs and I saw him trying to get out of the car..."

"But at this time, a group of people from the nearby construction site got off work and came back together. They happened to pass by here—the man escaped. He didn't have time to carry me to the car, so he took my mobile phone before leaving."

"Later, I was sent to the hospital by those employees...the doctor issued a critical illness notice at that time. I woke up several times in a daze, but I couldn't feel my body." Xie Qingcheng wrote lightly, "My I knew in time that I was going to die."

He talked about his pain and dying very indifferently, as if it was nothing at all.

Xie Qingcheng's gaze was not touched until the end when he mentioned the name of an elder.

"Just as I was waiting to die, I met a man," he said.

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"Qin Ciyan."