Uncle, let me give you a hug

"I don't know." Ji Huai shook his head.

Dui Yang, who was sitting opposite to Ji Huai, put down the photo and said, "The deceased's name is Zhao Hang, and his mother's name is Xu Lan. Xu Lan was an old aunt of Jiang's family and had stayed in Jiang's family for many years. And Zhao Hang was sentenced to four years in prison for killing someone about half a year ago because he was drunk and had an argument with someone. I checked his file, and he didn’t know what happened after the incident, but all the evidence in the case pointed to Zhao Hang. It's like it's been carefully arranged."

Ji Huai's fingers moved.

"Zhao Hang, a jobless vagrant, often enters the police station because of petty theft. Basically, the police in this area have arrested him several times. He is very smart and never does anything too extreme. At most, he stays in the police station. He will be released in two days. It is possible for him to kill someone, but a thief like him would not dare to steal a big person, he will kill someone. Ji Huai said: "Officer, you also said that he was drunk liquor.The police did not handle the case based on subjective guesswork, did they?It is a fact that he committed murder, and the evidence is also true. "

"Yes, Jiang Zimo's motives, evidence, and process of murder are all true. No matter how you argue for him, it is a fact that he killed."

"Impossible, Uncle Mo won't." Ji Huai shook his head.

Dui Yang didn't refute Ji Huai's words, opened the file on the table, and read: "Jiang Zi, the only son of Mo Jiang's family, was adopted by Hua Zhengyao at the age of 12 after his parents had an accident. At that time, one of the victims, Xiao Tong, testified for him. The only evidence at the scene showed that Jiang Zimo acted in self-defense, but hurting the victim Xiao Tong's eyes was a subjective action. The verdict is not criminally responsible, but the parents or guardians are ordered to discipline them.”

Dui Yang didn't look at Ji Huai, but only looked at the file in his hand. "After Jiang Zimo was acquitted, his guardian Hua Zhengyao was sent to the Jincheng Juvenile Prison for a period of two years. Within two years, Jiang Zimo performed well and was released with the consent of the organization."

Dui Yang put down the file and looked deeply at Ji Huai. "The police have recorded all the information after Jiang Zimo. Including any activities over the years, but to our surprise, these were recorded in the file so perfectly. If it weren't for the pursuit of Zhao Hang this time, our police I don't know that Jiang Zimo has covered the sky with one hand to the point where he can even change files in the police station."

Ji Huai remained motionless, but cold sweat broke out on his back.He bit the tip of his tongue cruelly and calmly, and the instant pain made him recover from the shock of hearing what the police said.

Without any fluctuation in his eyes, he still said lightly: "Officer, I don't know what you said, and I don't understand what you want to ask. The police officer is so powerful that he should know that Uncle Mo and I have only known each other for more than half a year, let alone I know you." Ji Huai looked at Zhao Hang's photo on the table.

"I've already asked the people from the Hua family, and they expressed sadness at Jiang Zimo's behavior, but their expressions told me that they didn't refute it and just acquiesced that it was Jiang Zimo's doing. I also heard many stories about Jiang Zimo , which is about you, your relationship with Jiang Zimo." "Officer." Ji Huai interrupted him again, "Can you pour me a glass of water?"

Dui Yang raised his eyebrows, and raised his chin towards the glass of the interrogation room. After a while, a policeman brought in a glass of water.

"Come on." Dui Yang signaled to Ji Huai.

Ji Huai pushed the paper cup towards Team Yang, "I called Team Yang, and Team Yang must be thirsty after talking for so long."

Dui Yang froze for a moment, then smiled. "Okay, I won't talk anymore, you can go back. But you can't leave Jincheng, we will come back to ask you anytime we have questions."

"Yeah." Ji Huai nodded.

Before Ji Huai got up, he glanced at the file on the table, and there was a one-inch photo in the upper right corner.With a white background, in the center of the photo is Jiang Zimo with a shaved head and wearing a blue and white uniform.

At that time, Jiang Zimo was very young, but his face was incongruously revealing a cloud of prey.Through this photo, through the tunnel of time, Ji Huai seemed to see Jiang Zimo who was pushed into the juvenile prison that year. hostility.

Ji Huai walked out of the police station and stood at the door for a long time, but no taxi passed by.The night was almost over, and the sky was gray and bright.Ji Huai wanted to take out his mobile phone to call a car, only to realize that he was taken out in such a hurry that he didn't bring his mobile phone with him.

He was only wearing a coat and pajamas inside, and he had nothing around him.

He waited for a long time before a taxi drove over. He saw it from a distance, but he waved stiffly when the car came to him.

The home has been sealed off, but if he doesn't go back there, there is nowhere to go.So he went back anyway.

He turned on the light, the villa was empty, and there were footprints on the clean and bright floor of the living room, Ji Huai looked uncomfortable, so he took a mop and mopped the living room clean.

It was completely dawn, and he went to the bedroom to sleep for a while. Now there is a nerve in his brain that has been jumping. From the moment Uncle Mo was handcuffed, his tense nerves couldn't stop.He can't think about anything now, he muttered to himself in the afternoon: "I have to go to sleep for a while, and I will be refreshed after a full sleep."

He fell on the bed, lay there for three hours, and got up again.

He went to the bathroom and took a handful of water and flushed his face. The bitingly cold tap water made him a little more awake.He wrapped up his coat and looked at himself in the mirror before going out.

It's okay, it's okay, his face is not that bad.

He put his hands in his pockets, took his mobile phone and went out. This time he booked the taxi ahead of time. When he was about to get in the car, the driver murmured a lot: "This villa in the middle of the mountain is too far from the city center. , I was so unlucky in the morning to pick up such an order, if it was in the city center, I could have taken it several times." Ji Huaiduo transferred him a hundred times, and the driver on the next road didn't say a word.

When he arrived at the police station, Ji Huai went to ask the police last night if he could see Uncle Mo now, but the police kept the businesslike tone of last night and didn't let him see Uncle Mo.Ji Huai asked again if he could see Lu Qi, but the police refused.

When the body was found in the back mountain last night, the police divided into two groups, one to arrest Jiang Zimo and the other to arrest Lu Qi.This is what Ji Huai knew last night.

But he couldn't see both of them now, which made his uneasiness and anxiety burst out.He didn't know anything about what happened last night, if he hadn't met Zhao Hang in his last life, otherwise he wouldn't have known him at all.

But what he couldn't figure out was that in his last life, when he bumped into Uncle Mo stabbing Zhao Hang in the woods, he was already 22 years old at the time, which was five years earlier than in this life.

And after that incident happened in the last life, he didn't hear about Uncle Mo being arrested, so what happened in this life?

After he was reborn, he was different from his previous life, but when he thought he was lucky enough to escape the misfortune that happened in his previous life, this misfortune fell on Uncle Mo.

If the butterfly's wings were fanned like this, then he would rather not have this butterfly, and everything would follow the track of the previous life, maybe Uncle Mo would not come here.

He stood in a daze in the police station, surrounded by policemen in police uniforms busy walking around, he didn't know what he could do, and he didn't know where he should go.But now this is the closest place to Uncle Mo, and he doesn't want to leave.

The back door of the police station was pushed open, and mournful cries pierced through the entire space.

Ji Huai looked over, it was an old man with gray temples and tears all over his face.She was almost helped out by a young policeman, and she almost collapsed from crying.

"Ma'am, you are so sad." The policeman who helped her helped her to sit on a row of seats, and then poured her a glass of water.

"My son, why did he disappear? Tell me, why did he disappear?"

"Mother, we have caught the murderer, and the police will definitely seek justice for your son."

"Hey, my son is dead, but you arrested the wrong person, how could it be the young master?" Suddenly, the aunt grabbed the police officer's clothes in front of her, "My son is dead, and it can't be the young master Killed, you must have caught the wrong person."

The aunt's reversal caused the busy policemen around to stop, and they all looked at her in astonishment.

Ji Huai's eyes moved, and after thinking for a while, he walked over to the aunt and sat down.The aunt was still immersed in her own emotions, and shouted loudly at the policeman in front of her: "You must have arrested the wrong person. The young master just has a cold face. I know it from watching him grow up. My son is a bitch. My life, the young master spared him last time, and I won’t kill him this time, you must have arrested the wrong person, let the young master out.” The one who took care of the aunt was a young policeman who had no experience in such things, and After a moment of surprise, the people around continued to work on their own.Those who come to the police station crying every day can form a football team, today this is just a little strange.

"Auntie, are you talking about Jiang Zimo?" Ji Huai turned sideways and asked in a low voice.

The aunt nodded sharply, and said anxiously to him: "Young master, although I am old, I am not a fool. I can see clearly. The young master has always been kind-hearted. He sent me to the country before. Blame him, but he still sent someone to take care of me, a widowed old woman. If my son hadn't been sent to prison by the young master, he would have lost his life long ago. The young master also wanted to protect him, otherwise Hua Zhengyao That beast will also kill my son. I know all of this." The wrinkles on the old man's face trembled, and under his old face was his unquestionable trust in Uncle Mo.

The sorrow between Ji Huai's brows gradually eased, he held the hand of the aunt, and smiled: "Mother, Master Mo will be fine."

Seeing that someone was accompanying the aunt, the young policeman took the opportunity to slip away, which was exactly what Ji Huai wanted.

Ji Huai still held the aunt's hand and asked, "Auntie, you said Hua Zhengyao wanted your son's life?"

"That beast!" The aunt showed hatred on her face, "He will die sooner or later!"

Ji Huai watched the aunt curse angrily, and realized that he might have touched the past about Uncle Mo.He hates feeling like he doesn't know anything, like this time, he doesn't know anything, so he can't help.

"Why did Hua Zhengyao want your son's life?"

The aunt's chaotic eyes suddenly cleared up, she looked at him, and then closed her eyes.Ji Huai asked a few more questions, but the aunt didn't even reveal a word.

"Young man, don't ask. It's better not to know some things. If you know too much like my son, you will die. I don't have a long life anyway. I will take these to the grave sooner or later. "

Ji Huai narrowed his eyes, and then looked at the strict police station, where Uncle Mo was locked up.He may be only a wall away from him now, but he is far away from him.

Because he didn't know anything, all Uncle Mo's past was kept silent from him.

The author has something to say, thank you Luo Binghe (WeChat), Mengyou 89360008576, Mengyou 25231266478 for the monthly tickets, thank you for the reminder to change the ticket because I met you, three years old, thank you for your support.

These two chapters are slowly summarizing Uncle Mo’s past, and will slowly show everyone, I hope you like it? I have to get up at four o’clock tomorrow morning to catch the plane, and I’m going to bed early tonight. Good night? Compassionate?