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Waking up the next day, Wei Ziyang went out early in the morning to buy breakfast.Ruan Ai is really a child who is easily satisfied, a few ordinary breakfasts make him smile like a flower, with a lovely face raised, and his eyes bent into crescent moons.

Wei Ziyang stuffed a cup of soy milk in front of him, "Eat it quickly, I'll take you out to play after eating."

Ruan Ai excitedly said, "Are you taking me to the park?"

Wei Ziyang grabbed his hair, "Anyway, it's a fun place, you just have to eat it quickly."

"Yeah." Ruan Ai smiled even brighter.

Looking at his defenseless smiling face, Wei Ziyang suddenly couldn't bear to lie to him, seeing that his body was covered with bruises, his parents must not love him, and insisted on sending him back, did he hurt him?

But with Wei Ziyang's current situation, he couldn't take care of himself, so he didn't have time to worry about a strange child, and the compassion that had just emerged was suppressed by him again.

After secretly contacting the police station, he took Ruan Ai out of the house, patiently led him around a nearby park, and then went straight to the address Fang Sirong gave him.

But when they got out of the car, Ruan Ai understood everything as soon as he saw the familiar neighborhood.

But his reaction was not as intense as yesterday, but very calm, not normal.

This area is an ordinary residential area, Wei Ziyang fumbled to find the house number, when he was about to knock on the door, he looked down and saw Ruan Ai's dark eyes staring at him.

"You don't like me, do you?" Ruan Ai asked crisply.

Wei Ziyang was stunned, he didn't expect the child to be so sensitive, so he knelt down and touched his head: "You are so cute, how can I not like you? It's just that uncle has other things, you should go home too, yes ?"

Ruan Ai turned her head: "You don't like me, I know, everyone doesn't like me."

"Is that why you ran away from home?"

Ruan Ai frowned, and stopped talking.

Wei Ziyang didn't care so much anymore, knocked on the door a few times, but no one came to answer the door, he knocked persistently for a long time, and finally heard a sound coming from inside.

"Who is it?" a woman yelled impatiently.

The door was torn open with a bang, and a disheveled woman stood at the door. She yawned and scratched her hair a few times, as if she hadn't woken up yet.

When she saw Wei Ziyang outside the door, she was obviously taken aback. When she saw Ruan Ai again, she immediately widened her eyes and slapped him on the forehead: "Damn child, you know you're back! Where have you been in the past few days?" !"

Ruan Ai was shaken by her slap, but she seemed to be used to all this, just covering her head and lowering her head even lower.

Wei Ziyang felt a chill in his heart. She had been indifferent to such a small child for a few days outside. She never thought of calling the police, but when she finally came back, it was this reaction.

"Are you his mother?" Wei Ziyang asked.

The woman's eyes looked at Wei Ziyang openly: "Who are you?"

She said and dragged Ruan Ai into the house.

"Did you hit his wounds? I can call the police if you hit him like this..."

"What's none of your business? Meddle in your own business! Crazy!" The woman slammed the door shut, shutting Wei Ziyang out.

The voice inside could still be heard, and the woman shouted as if venting: "Why aren't you dead yet! Why are you coming back!"

Accompanied by her scolding, there was the sound of beatings again and again, but the boy's cries could not be heard, just like hitting a mass of dead flesh.

Wei Ziyang was so annoyed that he wanted to smash the door, but he just raised his fist and put it down again.

He sighed, this woman is right, he is meddling in his own business, whether the child is dead or alive, his mother is beating or scolding, what does it matter to him?

Some people are born to suffer.

Walking out of the community, Wei Ziyang was thinking about what to do, when he suddenly realized that without Xiao Yuan's instructions, he didn't know what to do.

Thinking about where to go to play and relax, the phone rang, and it was Fang Sirong calling.

"Yangyang, I have something good to show you." Fang Sirong said mysteriously.

"What?" Wei Ziyang asked lazily.

"Hey, you seem listless, what's the matter, abandoned by Ji Yuanxi and started to give up on yourself?"

"Screw you! Speak quickly if you have something to say, and let go of your fart!" Wei Ziyang said angrily.

Fang Sirong was fearless at all: "Look at you in a hurry, what's the matter, haste makes waste, what about Ji Yuanxi..."

"It's okay, I'm hanging up the phone!"

"Hey, hey, don't regret it if you don't listen to me." Fang Sirong said anxiously, "It's about the kid you asked me to investigate yesterday."

Wei Ziyang lacked interest: "What does this have to do with me? I've already sent him home."

"Really not interested?" Fang Sirong pretended, "I have some information here, which is related to the death of your adoptive parents."

Wei Ziyang's expression changed, and he said seriously, "What do you mean?"

"Hey, make an appointment, and I'll show you."

After making an appointment at the time and place, Wei Ziyang couldn't wait to hailed a taxi and rushed there.

He has always been skeptical about the death of his adoptive parents. Although he entered Dragon Blade, he has access to a lot of confidential information and has investigated some things in the past, but he has no clue yet, but he has never given up.

Fang Sirong suddenly said that there was information about adoptive parents, how could he not be excited?

However, what does this child have to do with their deaths?When they died, he was only two or three years old, and he couldn't even walk steadily.

Fang Sirong asked him to meet at a teahouse, rushed to the teahouse, pushed open the door of the private room, Fang Sirong was already waiting inside.

"Yangyang, you see I treat you well, and I will notify you as soon as there is news." Fang Sirong smiled wretchedly, and patted the computer in front of him.

Wei Ziyang didn't have the time to chat with him, so he hooked his hand as soon as he sat down: "Show me."

"Look at your quick temper, why don't you order a drink first?"

"How can such a small child be related to the death of my adoptive parents?" Wei Ziyang ignored his small talk.

"Of course it's not about the child." Fang Sirong said leisurely, turning the computer over, "It's about his mother."

"His mother?" The image of that fierce woman immediately appeared in Wei Ziyang's mind, and he was busy turning on the computer.

Fang Sirong took a sip of his drink and said, "His mother used to be a policeman."

Wei Ziyang disdained: "Just return the police like that?"

Fang Sirong glanced at him strangely: "Have you seen it?"

"That's right, I saw him at his house just now, and he beat the child in front of me. It's really aggressive."

Fang Sirong's eyes became more and more strange: "Damn it, his mother died more than two years ago."

It turned out that it wasn't his mother, no wonder he was willing to do it.

Wei Ziyang suddenly realized, turned on the computer, and opened a file under Fang Sirong's guidance. The first page was information about Ruan Ai's mother, Ruan Man.

"This child has his mother's surname." Wei Ziyang said casually.

"Well, there is no information about his father. You can see that Ruan Man's marital status is still unmarried. The one you saw is probably Ruan Man's younger sister, Ruan Ni." Fang Sirong explained.

"Is it your own? Shouldn't it be adopted?"

"It's her own. After she passed away, the child was fostered by her sister's house. The child's household registration was reported in the census later."

Wei Ziyang shook his head, sighed for the child, and hurriedly flipped through the information at the back: "What does she have to do with my uncle?"

Fang Sirong sat next to him, and quickly flipped through the information: "She was the policeman in charge of your Uncle Lin's case."

Wei Ziyang frowned, stopped looking at the information, and asked directly: "When did she die? How did she die?"

"One month after your Aunt Lin Shulin died, she died of an accident." Fang Sirong pointed to a section, "The records show that she was attending a class reunion, and on the way home, she passed a bridge and accidentally fell into the water. Drowning. Isn't it a coincidence?"

Wei Ziyang tensed his face.

"And there are signs that after your adoptive parents died, she continued to investigate the drug trafficking case of your adoptive father in private."

Wei Ziyang took out his mobile phone and connected it to the computer to start the information transmission.

"How is it? Is it a big help to you? How can you thank me?" Fang Sirong said proudly.

"You want to hear the truth?" Wei Ziyang said with a smile.

"Don't be too polite, just give me 80."

"You are still doing intelligence work! If Brother Yuan finds out, you must be criticized." Wei Ziyang glanced at him, "This policeman has been dead for more than two years, and a lot of information is missing. Look at her sister. , probably won't keep her sister's relics, and her child is so young, she doesn't understand anything, how many valuable things can I find by following this clue?"

"Anyway, it's a clue. I'm really not satisfied. Don't take this information away if you have the ability." Fang Sirong curled his lips and reached out to grab the computer.

Wei Ziyang slapped his hand off with a clear and loud slap, transferred the information to the mobile phone, then stuffed it into his pocket calmly, and began to think about the next move in his mind.

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In Hemu Building, Ji Yuanxi was sitting at his desk in a daze.

What is Wei Ziyang doing?

He has to think about this question every 5 minutes. When he thinks that he might be hanging out with other people now, he feels very irritable and has no intention of doing anything.

The phone on the desk rang, it was an internal call from the secretary's office, Ji Yuanxi pressed the phone.

"Mr. Ji, it's almost time, can I go to the meeting room?"

This is the first high-level meeting of Hemu New Year, and the heads of branches all over the country will participate in it, reporting the work of the previous year and arranging plans for the new year, which is of extraordinary significance.

Ji Yuanxi lifted his spirits: "Okay."

He walked out of the president's office with his assistant, and saw Ji Yuanguang walking over with someone.

"Second brother." Ji Yuanguang greeted with a smile, his face full of joy.

In front of others, Ji Yuanxi smiled perfectly: "We happened to go there together."

Ji Yuanguang walked up to him, and looked at him meaningfully: "Second brother, grandma said she won't be present today."

The author has something to say: I am so sorry to be late after working overtime. . .