Years of love

Zhou Luo was followed by two police officers, and the three of them ran up the stairs together, and water was everywhere in the room.

When he ran to the second floor, Zhou Luo saw two people standing at the door of Yan Qi's bedroom, the door was ajar.

Zhou Luo walked over softly, the policeman nodded at him, and put his index finger to his lips.

He moved his gaze into the room, and saw Yan Qi sitting on the ground with his head bowed, motionless.

"Just now he screamed as soon as we entered, and he refused to stop until we came out. Now he is quiet for a while." One of the police officers whispered to Zhou Luo.

Zhou Luo kept frowning, with a serious expression, and even more so in his heart. He wanted to find a place to sit for a while, and digest the huge impact on his senses brought by the scene just now.

Su Jin died. Although this woman didn't have much contact with him, in his eyes Su Jin was the person closest to the role of "mother".

She shouldn't have ended like this.

Zhou Luo didn't have time to take care of himself or think about it. He kept looking at Yan Qi, not knowing whether he should stay outside the door or try to get closer.

The female police officer behind him patted Zhou Luo on the shoulder, motioning for herself to go first.

Zhou Luo thought for a while, and agreed to her approach.

The female police officer opened the door and slowly moved towards Yan Qi.

After walking about four or five steps, Yan Qi didn't respond.

The policewoman held her breath, and boldly took two steps forward. Yan Qi moved her arms, then raised her head slightly, and saw the police officer moving towards him.

He drooped his eyelids, buried his head in his down jacket, and started screaming.

"Yan Qi!" The policewoman hurried forward to get his drum kit, trying to lift him out of the pile of clothes.

"Go away! Don't touch my things! Go away!" Yan Qi stared at her fiercely, yelling and cursing, waving his hands, struggling to protect this place that belongs to him.

"Yan Qi, we are the police, you called us here, you have to cooperate with us." The female police officer said to him patiently but worriedly in an unhurried tone, not daring to make any unnecessary moves.

"Go away! Go away!" Yan Qi raised his head and his eyes were red with anger, and roared vigorously.

The second half of the scream got stuck in his throat, Yan Qi's neck was thrown back, and the sound was silent.

His chin rested on a man's shoulder, and the man hugged him with a faint scent of tobacco.

Yan Qi's chest heaved rapidly, his voice was hoarse, and his nose and tears were all hanging on his face.

After a long time, Yan Qi called out softly to the person who was holding him: "Brother."

I wanted to call this brother more realistically, but after so long, the voice still split.

"Yan Qi." Zhou Luo hugged him tightly.

"Brother." Yan Qi sniffed twice, hid his head in his clothes expressionlessly, and called him one after another: "Brother, brother..."

"Yan Qi, it's okay." Zhou Luo picked him up from the ground, carefully protected him in his arms, and let him lie on his shoulders.Although it was a bit difficult to hold him now, Zhou Luo did it anyway. He didn't want to be separated from the child in front of him, not even for a second.

In Yan Qi's drooping left hand, he held two toy drum sticks.

"Let me stay with him for a while." Zhou Luo said to the police officer next to him.

"Yes, Mr. Zhou, but we still need your cooperation. After half an hour of collecting evidence at the scene, we need to bring the suspect back to the police station to make a statement and take notes." The policeman said.

"Suspect?" Zhou Luo frowned: "You... use this word to define him in front of the child?"

The policeman put the walkie-talkie into his breast pocket: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou, because when we arrived at the scene of the accident, your brother was the only one besides the victim."

Zhou Luo patted Yan Qi on the back, and after a while, nodded to the policeman.

Zhou Luo sat by the bed and put Yan Qi on his lap.

Yan Qi's face was always buried in his arms, and he could feel the clothes on his chest were wet.

The police closed the door when they went out, and the room was empty, only the two of them were left.

"Yan Qi." Zhou Luo called his name.

Yan Qi moved his head as a response.

"Tell me what's going on." Zhou Luo pinched his neck twice, stood him up, and looked at him seriously.

Yan Qi's face was full of tears, his eyes were red, but his expression was as if nothing had happened, the sluggishness made Zhou Luo's heart ache.

"My mother and I want to run away." Yan Qi said while weeping, but he didn't seem to know it. He wiped his itchy face, touched his hands full of tears, and was stunned for a moment. He paused and continued: "It didn't work out, Zhou Hao is back."

Zhou Luo frowned.

"He said he wanted his mother to give birth to him." Yan Qi wiped his face without saying a word.

Zhou Luo recalled seeing Su Jin's body in disheveled clothes just now, and instantly understood the meaning of Yan Qi's words, and gritted his back teeth so as not to lose control and curse in front of Yan Qi.

"I took the scissors and pierced his arm." Yan Qi's voice had calmed down: "He rushed over to kill me, but my mother blocked me, and the scissors pierced my mother's back."

Zhou Luo pressed his forehead to his chest, closed his eyes, and began to tremble with anger.

"Mom choked him, and he choked mom, and then he kicked mom hard. The balcony door was smashed, mom cracked the railing, fell, fell... fell..." Yan Qi frowned, With a painful expression on his face, he said: "I saw it, I saw that pool... Mom was lying in the pool, I, I didn't dare to jump in." After Yan Qi finished speaking, he suddenly felt very tired and suppressed his emotions, but But the voice began to tremble: "I promised to go with my mother, but I dare not jump...I dare not."

"Yan Qi." Zhou Luo suddenly raised his head and hugged him tightly, hugging his thin body tightly, "Why do you think so? Why do you want to go down?"

"Brother." Yan Qi called him softly: "I didn't dare to jump down because I couldn't bear you."

Zhou Luo's hand froze.

"Will mom blame me?" Yan Qi asked.

Every word Yan Qi said clearly reached Zhou Luo's ears.

Every word and every sentence is full of force, heavy and heart-wrenching.

In the dark, Zhou Luo held Yan Qi in his arms. The not-so-big room felt a little warm at the moment, as if nothing had happened outside, and all the sounds began to evacuate to the distance.

Yan Qi's eyelids were pressed down little by little, and sleepiness climbed up his brows and eyes.

Zhou Luo suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and he regained his senses only after hearing Yan Qi's slight snoring, and turned on his phone to check the time.

They should go.

In addition to the time, he also saw an unread text message.

- Brother, I miss you.

The time is five thirty in the evening.

Zhou Luo tightly pinched the phone.

The police station in this area was not far from them, and they arrived within a few minutes.

Zhou Luo didn't let Yan Qi sit in the police car, and drove him behind him.

Yan Qi took Zhou Luo's hand, walked up the steps step by step, passed through the gate, turned a few corners in the dim office area, and stood at the door of the interrogation room.

Zhou Luo knelt down to look at him, smiled at him, and stroked his hair.

Zhou Luo sat on the chair by the door, resting his head on his hands, wondering what he was thinking.

Sitting opposite him, Zhou Xun raised his head and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket after a while.

The four big characters "No Smoking" on the opposite wall are eye-catching and eye-catching, Zhou Xun just pretended not to see them.

He lit one and handed it to Zhou Luo, then took out another and lit it again.

The two men smoked silently, neither of them spoke.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the two of them smoked one cigarette after another. Although they didn't feel tired, they didn't feel relaxed either.

An hour later, the door of the interrogation room opened, and Yan Qi came out.

The policewoman winked at Zhou Luo, and Zhou Luo asked Zhou Xun to take Yan Qi back to the car first, then turned and walked into the interrogation room.

Zhou Luo didn't sit down, but stood by the door and talked with the female police officer.

"We have a general understanding of the situation. After all, only your uncle Zhou Hao and Yan Qi were present during the entire incident. Basically, from the collection of the scene, Zhou Hao is very suspicious, but there is no direct evidence to prove that he is The murderer, so Yan Qi's confession is very important." The female police officer looked at him.

"If I correct you..." Zhou Luo's voice was a little tight, and his hands were full of sweat: "Will Zhou Hao go to jail?"

"That's for sure. If it is manslaughter, it will be between three and seven years in prison, but it depends on the specific circumstances." The female police officer said.

Zhou Luo's expression was ugly, coupled with the exhaustion from staying up late, his whole body showed some vicissitudes that did not match his age: "Yan Qi...how did you say it?"

"At present, from his confession, Zhou Hao should be innocent." The female police officer said.

Zhou Luo was startled, and blurted out: "Not guilty?"

"Yes." The female police officer seemed to be frightened by his reaction, she clutched her chest and said, "Yan Qi's confession is that although they had a dispute, Ms. Su Jin accidentally fell down by herself, and the railing on the balcony was loose, so she said Qi Zao discovered it, but Ms. Su Jin didn't find someone to fix it in order to save the family's expenses, which led to the accident."

Zhou Luo clenched his fists uneasily, he really didn't expect Yan Qi to do this.

"Besides, I have a few extra words I want to tell you." The female police officer paused, as if hesitating whether she should talk too much.

"Please tell me." Zhou Luo said hastily.

"Your brother...may need to see a psychiatrist." The policewoman's expression was serious when she spoke: "Judging from the fact that he didn't want us to approach him just now, and he was almost collapsed, in just over an hour, for It's impossible for an 11-year-old to recover so quickly."

Zhou Luo looked at her suspiciously, not understanding what she meant.

"From the moment he entered the interrogation room and sat down, his expression became very indifferent, as if... nothing happened, and he didn't even have a single typo or repetition, let alone a single nonsense. The process of this matter is very clear." The female police officer sighed: "This is the first time I have seen such a child."

"Maybe..." Zhou Luo calmed down and said, "You should have read his background information. When he was five or six years old, the director of the orphanage brought him to the Public Security Bureau several times. Maybe he is not unfamiliar with this place. , so subconsciously, he is not as timid as other children when they first came to the police station."

The female police officer was stunned: "When you were five or six years old?"

"Yes... yes." Zhou Luo was also stunned seeing her expression.

"He has never been to the Public Security Bureau, and there is no record." The female police officer's tone made Zhou Luo feel that she was very sure of this.

"Dean Gao brought him here to find his family and took his blood." Zhou Luo's voice weakened: "Have you not been here?"

"We are very familiar with Dean Gao, he is a very nice person." The female police officer said, "He has brought many children. I am an old police officer here, and I am deeply impressed by him, but Yan Qi... I It is indeed the first time I saw him today, and there is no record that he has been to any public security bureau.”

Zhou Luo shook his head, his mind was in a mess, "Then he said..."

"Did Yan Qi tell you that he had been to the Public Security Bureau and had blood taken?" asked the female police officer.

"Yes." Zhou Luo nodded.

"Then there is only one possibility from the child's psychological analysis." The female police officer said: "When he said this, he didn't want anyone to help him find the past. He wanted his past to no longer affect the present."

"Why?" Zhou Luo's mind is now filled with doubts, he really can't figure out why Yan Qi lied to him.

"It means that when he said this, what he was going through made him feel very happy." The female police officer answered him patiently: "Only if he feels that the present is greater than the past, he will not let the past affect the present. What is Yan Qi? When did I tell you this?"

Zhou Luo thought about it but didn't answer him, he suddenly didn't want to say anything.

He said several words of thanks to the female police officer, then turned and left.

When standing at the gate of the police station, Zhou Luo realized that his hands and feet were a little stiff.

Beside the Honda car not far away, Zhou Xun was leaning against the door to smoke, and there were already two burnt cigarette butts on the ground.

Zhou Luo walked up to him slowly, wanting to say something but didn't know where to start.

"Zhou Hao is hiding at the neighbor's house, and he will be there in a while, are you still waiting here?" Zhou Xun asked.

"No." Zhou Luo crushed the cigarette butt on the ground with his foot, and the ash left a black trace: "I brought Yan Qi home."

"Xiao Luo, Yan Qi, what are you going to do?" Zhou Xun looked at him with a cigarette in his mouth.

"I'll raise him." Zhou Luo replied without the slightest hesitation.

Zhou Xun frowned, and said anxiously: "Although my sister-in-law has raised him for five years, we don't know anything about him. The male police officer who came out just now told me that this child is not simple, we should understand it first." Get to know him..."

"Do you know your elder brother?" Zhou Luo's tone was ruthless: "You have heard so much from the male policeman, have you heard from Yan Qi? Do you know that if Yan Qi tells the truth, Zhou Hao will definitely go to jail? "

Zhou Xun was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"Uncle, Yan Qi sent me a message yesterday evening, but I didn't see it." Zhou Luo sighed inaudibly: "I don't talk about hypotheses or what ifs, I only talk about the future. I'll take care of Yan Qi."

After speaking, he waved at Zhou Xun, turned around and got into the car.

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