The sun is coming out.

But Chen Yu and I have been running in the shadows. We dare not drive. Now people in Weiyang City are panic. There are too few vehicles. There are more cameras at intersections than cars on the road. Driving is simply a living target.

"Where to go?" Chen Yu asked me.

"Look for Wen Tingxu!"

"Why? Didn't he confess all?"

"He was only half of it. He was a trap, a trap, a scam! He was fooled by everyone!"

"Why don't I understand?" Chen Yu asked dizzyly.

"Do you remember that he colluded with Nie Qing and built a fake site in Zihe City, not far from the Xiye Ruins, and then asked us to find out the truth and reproduce the scene of his parents' murder that year?"

"Of course I remember, I was also a member of the scam." She said without any grudges.

"This is just the first scam." I said, "His purpose is very simple. First, he will clear his parents' grievances and make the final name clear."

"What about the second level scam?"

"He deceived Nie Qing, used the Ten Evil Ceremony of the Morro Cult to kill people with a knife, and killed the Yatuer villagers one by one in the "Ten Evils" case. Whether it is Nie Qing or the visitors from hell, they actually don't have that deep warning or hatred for the Yatuer villagers who are interested in wealth.

"Yes, the Xiye archaeological incident did change the lives of many people, and the lives of the ten Yatuers later were not satisfactory. But in this matter, the Wen family was the one who was most hurt, especially Wen Tingxu."

"It's because of this." Chen Yu said disapprovingly.

"You don't understand him." I sighed and told Chen Yu about Wen Tingxu's past in college.

Wen Tingxu was a smart and very closed person when he was a student. I still remember that on the first day of school, no matter how his family was, everyone was sent to the school by themselves, and they took them to make food, make beds, and buy daily necessities. Even parents from poor families often felt worried about their children and were reluctant to leave. Some people who could not afford to stay in hotels even made some temporary floor shops in the university gymnasium.

But Wen Tingxu came to report it alone.

I remember that he was lean and thin at that time, wearing thick eyes, carrying a snakeskin bag, and walking into the dormitory with his head down. He was covered in sweat. A roommate from Suzhou thought he was a teenager who helped carry his luggage.

"Whose luggage is this? Who hired you? Just put the bag by the bed." The roommate used his fan to smolder the sweat odor, urging him to leave quickly.

Wen Tingxu didn't say anything. He just silently took out the things from the snakeskin bag and put them neatly into his cabinet.

"Hey, your mind is refreshed and easy to cut? You just carry the bag, so you don't have to worry about tidying up things!" the roommate shouted at him.

Wen Tingxu suddenly raised his head, and he gave his roommate a sharp blade-like look. He was so scared that his roommate took a few steps back and sat on the bed.

"Is he crazy?"

Later we learned that the reason why Wen Tingxu was assigned to our dormitory across departments was because there was an official child in his original dormitory, and the parents attached great importance to their children's friendships, so they learned about the family status of the same dormitory in advance.

"What? There is an orphan in the dormitory? It is said that it is a murderer's child? It carries eleven lives on his back?...What? Parents not only kill people, but also steal cultural relics and defect to foreign countries? How can our children live with such people!"

The official was furious and found the school. The school did not dare to provoke it. However, after the official made a fuss, other parents in the same department also knew about it. They protested one after another and insisted that the school expel Wen Tingxu.

The school has no reason to expel students, but it is not easy to arrange dormitories in the same department, so Wen Tingxu was sent to our "liberal arts" dormitory.

It took half a year before our department learned about this. The roommate from Suzhou couldn't help but sigh.

"Why don't you say that you have no future in liberal arts? You are discriminated against in school! Why are you sent to us for the lunatics that others don't want?"

Gradually, Wen Tingxu also knew about everyone's life experience. He became more and more taciturn than being righteous to me.

Actually, I am also afraid of Wen Tingxu. Most of the people say that he is mentally ill and inherited. Maybe he will get up one night and kill all the people in the corridor.

I kept being careful about him until I got home during the winter vacation and chatted while I was having a meal, so I told my parents about his story. Who knew that my father said disdainfully as soon as he finished listening: "Fake it."

"What is fake?" I asked my father.

"His parents killed and treason were fake, maybe it was an unjust case," the father said firmly.

My father talked about his childhood. He said that when he was six or seven years old, the militia in the village suddenly brought a gentleman in glasses. The militia locked him in a donkey shed and asked him to raise animals. He also told everyone that this man was a demon and committed a serious crime that was not tolerated by heaven and earth.

Later, whenever there was a conference where there was a bad guy, the old man would be tied up and criticized. Fortunately, the villagers were simple. Seeing that he was old, he would always go through the motions. He did not let the old man do difficult actions such as "jets".

The old man smiled all day long. He quickly smoked cigarettes like the villagers, like the ones in the village. And he soon became familiar with the livestock, and he raised several old donkeys with hair that were fat and strong.

The adults in the village were hiding from him, afraid of causing trouble, but the children were not afraid. My father often chatted with the old man at that time, and saw him holding bottles and jars, boiling soil into water, and constantly fiddling.

"Uncle, what crime did you commit?" my father asked him at the time.

"Oh, Qi Tian's great sin." The old man shook his head and sighed, "It's unforgivable."

Later, many years later, suddenly one day, several cars came to the entrance of Baota Village. At that time, cars were still rare, and the villagers all ran out to watch.

Unexpectedly, the car drove directly to the door of the donkey shed, and got out of the car, several men and women wearing "foreign ghosts" suits, as well as two foreigners with yellow hair. They did not think they were dirty and smelly, rushed into the donkey shed, glued their hair into a ball, and invited the old man in a sheepskin coat.

The old man got into the car, grinned, and waved goodbye to the onlookers.

"This is a shot to the execution ground," said some people in the village.

Many years later, my father went to the county market to go to the market. He saw another photo of the old man in a newspaper with meat wrapped around him. He stood on the rostrum and spoke. The crowded people below the stage sat upright and listened to his speech.

My father finally told me that sin is also divided into time and occasions. If you have such hard-working classmates around you, how could his parents be bad people?

My mother also said next to her that if no one is his friend, you should take care of others more. People are already lonely. If you have no friends, you will not have any nostalgia for this world.

Because of this, I slowly approached Wen Tingxu. Wen Tingxu first shook my face when he saw the sky, until one day, when he heard my father's words from me, he suddenly burst into tears.

"Your dad understands more than 99% of the world's people. He's right, my parents are not bad guys."

I was a little proud at the time and asked him quickly: "I am my father's son, so I am one percent sensible, right?"
Chapter completed!