Three years later, in June, the drizzle had already washed away Jiangcheng for three days. Such weather always made people feel boring. Just like in the past, Wu Lifan returned to the police station after dinner. There have been no cases recently, so he began to sort out his previous files.

In three years, he has grown from a young and young man from the serious crime team of Chengnan Branch to a senior greasy uncle in the police station. He has a cigarette in his mouth, sloppy but his eyes are shining. Well... well, not all criminal police officers have this image. But he has followed such a leader since the police, and subtly became like this.

After extinguishing the cigarette butt that had almost burned the filter in his mouth, Wu Lifan held a file in his hand, and was stunned for a while, and finally slowly opened it. The April 14 case three years ago seemed to be still vivid in my mind, in the happiness of that year.

"Teacher, the suburban welfare home has a murder case."

Finally, I organized a young memory in my head. As soon as I opened my head, I was interrupted by my subordinates who were hurriedly running in behind me.

Wu Lifan put down the file in his hand, picked up the cell phone, car keys and half a pack of cigarettes on the table, and turned around and walked out of the office.

"When you walk, what's the specific situation..."

In the southern suburbs of Jiangcheng, Yongde Welfare House. The rain outside was getting heavier. A bolt of lightning flashed through the dark night sky, exploding in the dark with a rumbling thunder.

In the office building of Yongde Welfare Home, the dim lights swayed in the long corridor on the third floor. The sound of taking photos came from the room with the lights on the inside. Wu Lifan frowned, but his steps were a little hesitant at this moment.

On the way here, the case information had been passed. The name of the suspect made Wu Lifan fall into deep memories and unable to extricate himself. The tender and stubborn face, and the cold look of not caring about everything. Zeng Jincheng, why did he kill someone?

Standing at the door of the dean's office and looking at the messy room, Wu Lifan's eyes quickly swept through every clue. Song Qiancheng, the director of Yongde Welfare Institute, is fifty-two years old, 1.76 meters tall and weighs 74 kilograms. Now the body is on the ground, and the desk next to it is covered with blood. The sofa is overturned, the books are messy, and a wooden chair has also been broken.

"There are twelve wounds on the back, which vary in depth, and are not fatal injuries. The fatal injury is on the right neck, and a pen stabbed into his artery, causing excessive blood loss and death..."

There were only one fatal wound in multiple wounds... This reminded him of the time when his boss Lin Sheng asked him, "Do you understand?" He didn't understand at that time, but now he understands.

The reason why the person who killed Zeng Jincheng's parents was judged to be a professional killer was that even though he set up a suspicion array to cover it up, the strength of the knife was the same every time, and the fatal injury was perfectly avoiding the bones and directly stabbing the heart. Looking at the current crime scene, there were more than a dozen wounds, but the depth was different and the strength was different, and there was no rules. The last fatal injury was also stabbed out in panic when his life was threatened.

"The pen inserted on Song Qiancheng's neck has fingerprints left, and the identification department has also compared it. It is indeed Zeng Jincheng." The subordinate next to him was holding the message from the phone just now.

"Zeng Jincheng, seventeen years old, has always been a very unique person in the welfare home. Except for having some contact with his sister, he has no familiarity with the children in the dormitory. However... his IQ is as high as 168 and his talent in mathematics is outstanding. But strangely, he is not on the list of participating in the National Mathematical Olympiad Competition in the Welfare Academy."

Without him?

"The IQ is as high as 168 but he doesn't have his name? Why?" Wu Lifan asked in confusion. He seemed to feel that this incident had a lot to do with the entire case.

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Next, on the one hand, he contacted the police station to start blocking the surrounding area, and quickly passed on the portrait of Zeng Jincheng, searching him all over the city. On the other hand, Wu Lifan asked the relevant people in detail about what happened tonight. The first person asked was the closest person to Zeng Jincheng in this welfare home, and he was also his only relative, Zeng Jinxiu.

Zeng Jinxiu sat upright opposite Wu Lifan, holding her hands tightly on her legs in front of her. She seemed very nervous, and she pressed her head very low with her hair loose. But even so, Wu Lifan still saw the bruises on her face.

"Zeng Jinxiu, what's going on with the wound on your face?"

Hearing the wound on her face, Zeng Jinxiu pressed her head lower, tears had already rolled down her cheeks, dripping on the back of her hands, and her shoulders were silent because of crying.

Song Meixiu, who was sitting next to Wu Lifan, whispered: "When I was going to her dormitory just now, she was fighting with two girls in the dormitory..."

Upon hearing this, a hint of anger flashed in Wu Lifan's eyes, and at the same time, there was an undetected guilt. Facing Zeng Jinxiu, he would always recall that time. At that time, Zeng Jinxiu begged him with tears in her eyes to catch the person who killed her mother. But so many years have passed, and in the end it has only become a file and is deeply pressed into the archives.

Unexpectedly, after three years, the suspect he wanted to arrest again became the orphan of the victim back then. A child with an IQ of 168 should have been the pride of heaven, and a genius among his peers who are outstanding and envied by all parents. Just because...

"Have your younger brother Zeng Jincheng said anything to you recently?" Wu Lifan asked.

Zeng Jinxiu lowered her head and remained silent.

"Have he looked for you before he left?"

Zeng Jinxiu raised her hand to wipe her tears, shook her head gently, and remained silent.

"Do you know... why did he kill the dean?"

"No, no. People were not killed by him!" This time, Zeng Jinxiu's reaction was a little intense. She raised her head and had firmness in her eyes. It seemed that the bruised and blood on her face were all caused by her stubborn insistence that 'people were not killed by him.'

"The traces of the fight on the spot, fingerprints and other clues pointed to Zeng Jincheng. Do you think it's not him? Do you know who it is?" Wu Lifan's tone was filled with anger. He stared at the nineteen-year-old girl in front of him.

Tears rolled down her cheeks again, and the girl bit her lips tightly. If there was no bruise on her face and if her eyes were not red and swollen, this girl would definitely be a typical beautiful girl.

"Lifan, what's going on with you?" Song Meixiu next to her felt his anger and whispered.

"I'm sorry, senior sister, please ask next. I'll go out and take a breath. This fucking bad weather." Wu Lifan had a cold face and threw away the chair he had sat down and left the classroom.

This gloomy sky seemed to have been suppressed for a long time. On this night that makes people feel depressed, the rain was particularly heavy, like a huge iron barrel pouring down from the sky, and the rain poured down like a waterfall to flood the whole world.

In the rain, in the mountains not far from the welfare home, a young man ran with a black package on his back and lost his life. He fell many times. He was covered in mud and water. The rain slid from his face. The bright eyes on his cheeks were filled with harsh determination. This look was exactly the same as his sister's determination.

When he left, he looked at his blood-stained sister and said coldly: "Don't look for me from now on, don't ask anyone about my whereabouts..."

"Woooooo... Jincheng!"

Listening to my sister crying

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With pleading shouts, a far-fetched smile appeared on his face. He reached out and wiped the blood off his sister's face, held his sister's cheeks hard with both hands, and said firmly again: "No matter what the police asked you, you don't know what tonight, you don't know anything."

"Jincheng..." the sister shouted in sob, but the younger brother didn't give him a chance to speak. Because everything there was already perfectly handled by the younger brother, she was unable to change anything when she collapsed on the ground.

In the dark rain, she watched her brother turn around and escape without looking back. She fell into the rain and cried silently.

I don’t know how long he had been running. Zeng Jincheng’s eyes could already adapt to the dark and gloomy forest. The heavy rain washed away the mud on his body. But suddenly, his feet stepped on the air and he threw himself forward. Because he ran too fast, the sky was too dark, and the front was already broken. He stumbled down from the hillside, fell into a gully, and was once again wrapped in mud and water.

"Ah! Ah! Ah..." Kneeling in the mud ditch, numb and tingling pain all over his body. Zeng Jincheng angrily punched the mud and water, and his mouth roared unwillingly like a beast. The mud on his face was washed away again, and there were so many tears mixed in the rain. After sitting up for a long time, he stood up again with a staggering moment.

Because he knew that he could not fall down in this small gully, his escape had just begun.

It turned out that the place where he fell was a drainage canal on a road on the side of the mountain road. He climbed up the road and identified the direction. Zeng Jincheng continued to run to one side. He still remembered this road. Since he and his sister were destined to be sent to the welfare home, he had already begun to plan in his mind how to escape and how to wander with his sister.

But unexpectedly, this gradually blurred road only appeared after three years. Unfortunately, this time it was a real escape, and he wandered alone without turning back.

It was raining heavily, and thunder came from time to time from time to time. Lightning seemed to want to cut the world open. A huge white light slashed down from the black sky and penetrated into the distant city.

Zeng Jincheng looked up at the terrifying lightning, as if he was guiding him. But at this moment, he didn't know that the thunder covered the whistle of a galloping vehicle behind him, and the heavy rain blocked people's sight.

"Bang!"

"squeak..."

"Lao Lin, what's wrong? What's the sound just now...Lao Lin...you're talking..."

A black Audi parked on the side of the road, and the phone in the driver's hand fell at his feet, and a woman's urgent and worried voice came from inside. A few meters behind the car, Zeng Jincheng was lying on the ground, blood was overflowing from his mouth, his body was already numb, and in his consciousness, he saw the car flashing red light in front of him, as if he had opened the door...

In the welfare home classroom.

Song Meixiu handed Zeng Jinxiu a tissue, reached out and gently stroked Zeng Jinxiu's little head.

"Jinxiu, I heard that your grades are very good and you have reached the sprint stage of your senior year. I hope this matter will not affect your studies."

Hearing such comforting words, Zeng Jinxiu's body sobbed even harder, as if the most fragile thing in her heart was deeply touched. Excellent grades affect her studies? Her own excellence is only one-tenth of that compared to her younger brother.

"Living well, your future is still long." Song Meixiu comforted her and caressed Zeng Jinxiu's head.

"Living well, forgetting today, forgetting me."

My younger brother held her face with his hands and threw down his last firm words. His pair of young hands and young words had to bear the last life for himself.

"Jincheng!"
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