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Tired for a while, Shen Zhao sent Song Ling downstairs and out of the building, but Song Ling didn't let her out, and said softly, "It's windy outside, you go up."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a sudden illusion of flow under the tip of her nose. She raised her hand to touch it, and her fingers were stained with blood.

She stared at the blood on her fingers, her expression slightly dazed.

Shen Zhao also looked up and saw it, and quickly took out the tissue in his pocket to wipe it for her, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Ling squeezed her nose, took a tissue to cover it, shook her head lightly, and comforted her with a gentle voice, "It's okay, it's just heaven."

Shen Zhao was worried, put his finger on her arm, and wanted to check her situation, when the phone rang.

It was Song Ling's cell phone, and she couldn't move her hands. Shen Zhao reached into her pocket and took it out for her. He saw a series of eight-digit numbers on the screen, and it was a call from a landline.

Shen Zhao looked up at her, and Song Ling raised her chin lightly, motioning for her to connect.

Press the connect button, hand over the phone, and stick it to Song Ling's ear.

"Hello." Song Ling said, her voice was a little heavy because she pinched her nose.

"Hello, is this Song Ling?" A man's voice came from the other end.

Song Ling frowned slightly, and replied, "I am."

"Our side is from the Jiangcheng Criminal Police Brigade. We have clues about Xiang Jin. We need you to come over."

Hearing Xiang Jin's name, Song Ling was startled for a moment, before agreeing after a while: "Okay, I'll go there later."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Zhao noticed the change in Song Ling's face, and asked her worriedly, "Is something wrong?"

Song Ling didn't hide anything from her, and said directly, "It's from the police station."

Shen Zhao paused for a moment, then understood, and said softly, "Is there any news from Xiang Jin?"

Song Ling hummed, looked up at her, and said, "Go up quickly, don't worry."

Shen Zhao responded lightly, afraid that Song Ling would think too much, so he didn't say anything.

"How about I go with you." Shen Zhao said.

Song Ling looked up at her, paused for a moment, and said, "No, you can go up quickly."

The weather outside was suddenly gloomy, and Song Ling turned around to leave, but Shen Zhao suddenly stopped her again, "A Ling..."

Song Ling heard her voice, stopped and turned to look at her, "What's wrong?"

Shen Zhao pursed his lips, and finally said, "Go to the hospital for an examination later."

Only then did Song Ling realize that what she was talking about was her nosebleed, she raised the corners of her lips and smiled, "Are you worried about me?"

This time he didn't tease her again, Shen Zhao hummed, pursed his lips and said, "Yeah, I'm worried about you, and I'm also a little scared."

When my father was around, during that period of time, I also had nosebleeds.Perhaps she was thinking too much, or maybe she was too sensitive. The departure of her father was the greatest sadness and regret in her life. She was afraid that any accident would happen to the important people in her life.

Song Ling understood her worry, and she promised her: "Okay, I know, I'll go for a full body check later."

Shen Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth, smiled, and said, "Be careful when driving."

Song Ling: "Well, good."

Standing downstairs, Shen Zhao watched the figure get further and further away until it disappeared into the confused mist.

She stood there for a while, and the weather in the first month was also unpredictable. The wind was so strong that it made her thoughts confused. feel uneasy.

Song Ling drove away from Huguang Building and headed towards Jiangcheng Criminal Police Brigade.

The last time the police told her that Xiang Jin came to Jiangcheng, and the crime happened in Tingcheng, so the police from the two cities jointly dispatched, but because many clues were lost, Xiang Jin has not been found these days. whereabouts.

When she arrived at the criminal police brigade, Song Ling registered her information at the door, and someone led her in.

When he entered the department, he was still the same policeman as last time, Captain Xiao from the criminal police brigade.

"Captain Xiao, hello." Song Ling said.

Xiao Mo raised his eyes and said, "Sit."

Handing over the envelope on the table, Song Ling was slightly stunned, looked down at the thick envelope in front of her, and raised her head and asked softly, "This is it?"

Xiao Mo raised his chin lightly and motioned, "Open it and have a look."

Song Ling dubiously opened the envelope. Inside was a thick stack of photos. The edges of the photos were a little yellowed. It could be seen that they were some old photos.Just when a corner of the photo was exposed, Song Ling's movements suddenly stopped.

The tone of the photo is somewhat depressing and bleak.

Song Ling pulled out all the photos and flipped through them one by one. The same little girl was on each one. The shooting environment was oppressive, capturing every look of the girl.

Those eyes were full of innocence, clarity, and fear.

The girl's appearance was only about four or five years old, but Song Ling could recognize the expression in her eyes at a glance, and she had kept it in her heart for many years.

Song Ling's heart trembled slightly, she frowned in disbelief and asked, "This is... Xiang Jin?"

Xiao Mo stared into Song Ling's eyes, was silent for half a second, then hummed and said, "Yes."

Song Ling lowered her head again, flipping through the photos in her hand one by one.That was Xiang Jin, who she had never seen before, so small, so pitiful and helpless, wearing a small skirt, with soft long hair hanging on her shoulders, and her arms were full of injuries.

Finally, when he turned to a photo, his fingers suddenly stopped.

The little girl in the photo was locked in a pet cage, she was sitting in it, and there was a cat next to her, with messy hair, a pair of big wet eyes, and tears in her eyes...

Song Ling raised her head suddenly, looked at the person in front of her, and questioned him with her eyes.

Xiao Mo lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the photo in Song Ling's hand, and said lightly: "I took the photo from Xiang Wanhua's case file, and it is a photo of evidence in a domestic violence case 20 years ago. On the photo The girl is Xiang Jin, who is three to six years old, her original name is Chen Jin, her mother is Xiang Wanhua, and her father is Chen Shengtang."

Chen Shengtang's name is no stranger, Song Ling knew four years ago that Chen Shengtang was Xiang Jin's father and the one who kidnapped her when she was a child.

Xiao Mo continued: "Chen Shengtang is a very talented photographer, and he was quite well-known at the time, but then he seemed to offend someone, and his work and career plummeted. The cynicism and resentment were vented on his own family members, who repeatedly abused his wife and daughter, but because of Xiang Wanhua's retention and cover-up, the police dismissed it several times and only dealt with it as an ordinary family dispute case. Later, he Then they intensified and pushed Xiang Wanhua down the stairs, almost dying. Only then did the police intervene. With the help of the police, the two divorced. Later, Xiang Wanhua met your father, and your father took them in. We formed a new family with her. You probably know everything about it later, including the case of Chen Shengtang instigating Wanhua to kidnap you."

Song Ling quietly listened to the people in front of her talking about things she never knew. She didn't know about Xiang Jin's past, and she never knew her. her father.

She didn't know that man, and had never seen through.

"So, she fired that shot by Chen Shengtang on purpose, right?" Song Ling looked down at the photo in her hand, trying to find the person's true inner thoughts in the photo.

She should hate him, so at that moment, she shot without hesitation to kill this man.

Xiao Mo didn't answer what she said, but smiled lightly: "You are a person who has experienced the crime, and you know it better than me."

Song Ling pursed her lips and did not speak. She hated this person, hated her for cheating her, hated her for ruining her life, hated her for hurting the most important person in her life...

But at this moment, she realized that he was also a pitiful person.

"Is there no news about her yet?" Song Ling asked quietly.

Xiao Mo: "Not yet, but from Chen Dazhi, we learned that she had frequent contact with a person named Wei Qiliang."

Song Ling raised her head, "Wei Qiliang?"

Xiao Mo nodded and said: "He is a drug dealer and the biggest black hand in the police anti-drug case. Over the years, he has not been tracked down. What the bureau means is, don't startle the snake, and plan to follow the vine to find the person behind Xiang Jin .”

Hearing the "drug dealer" in Xiao Mo's mouth, Song Ling realized that when Ah Zhao was victimized, she never knew why Xiang Jin had those things. Looking at it now, she actually lied to her from the beginning to the end.