Although Lu Jinchuan is on vacation during this period, he has not been idle and has been investigating Lu Yanhong's affairs.
When Lu Yanhong had an accident, there were other people with him.
Lu Jinchuan has been looking for those people before, but there has been no news.
A few days ago, he suddenly heard that someone was also inquiring about that matter, so he hurried over.
"I didn't see anyone, it was said to be an old man," Lu Jinchuan said, "but as far as I know, no old man is still alive in the family of the person who died in that accident."
"So, maybe it's someone else's smoke bomb?" Gu Nuan frowned and thought for a moment, then asked, "Who do you think it could be?"
Lu Jinchuan shook his head.
"It's possible." He said, "It's possible that the people behind the scenes released false news to guide me."
"It is also possible that they are the descendants of those who were killed." Gu Nuan added.
"Well, I think what you said is more likely." Lu Jinchuan said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, "No matter what it is, as long as there is movement."
Don't be like previous years, with no action at all.
As long as it moves, it will leave traces and find flaws.
"Well, I believe we will find out." Gu Nuan hugged him.
Lu Yanhong died so tragically that his body was not even found, and a tomb was built for him in the end.
While the two were talking, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the little soup dumplings walked in. They glanced at Lu Jinchuan and then at Gu Nuan, seeming a little aggrieved.
"Dad, stay with me." He took Lu Jinchuan's hand.
Gu Nuan found that whenever Lu Jinchuan was at home, the soup dumplings were particularly sticky to him, and she, as a mother, was ranked second.
"Okay." Lu Jinchuan picked him up and picked him up. The little guy liked his father playing with him like this and giggled happily.
Gu Nuan smiled and shook her head and went to wash up.
At almost the same time, someone was talking about this.
"Uncle Feng, did you say that someone also inquired about this matter after you went there?" the girl asked nervously.
"You asked me to pay attention," the man named Uncle Feng replied, "he is a young man and I didn't see his appearance clearly."
"Are you worried that those people will notice you?" Uncle Feng asked her.
"Back then, the person behind it has never shown up, so I had to be careful," the girl said. "When I came back, my mother repeatedly told me to be careful."
"In this case, you don't want to go there again." The girl said, "Safety first."
"But, what if there are people who want to investigate that matter like us?" Uncle Feng was still a little unwilling.
"I'll think of a solution slowly." The girl said, "Uncle Feng, I don't want anyone to get into trouble because of that incident."
Uncle Feng sighed.
Who isn't?
"Then you should be careful," he said at last.
Then he asked, "Last time you said there was someone who looked very similar to the person in the photo?"
"So I came today and wanted to take another look at the photo you showed me before." The girl said seriously, "I want to confirm it again."
"Follow me." Uncle Feng waved to the girl and led her up to the attic.
It looked like no one had been in the attic for a long time, and there were a lot of sundries there. Uncle Feng found a box among the piles of sundries.
There is a layer of dust on the top of the box.
"That's the only way to avoid being discovered." He explained.
After all, if it hadn't been for their good luck, what happened back then would probably have turned into a pile of dust now.
"I know." The girl's eyes were a little sour.
Although she had not experienced what happened back then, she could still feel what it was like at that time from her mother's description.
"Actually, Uncle Feng doesn't want you to continue investigating that matter." Uncle Feng gently patted the dust on the box with his hand. When he opened it, he saw a small box and some books inside.
The book is a little yellowed, and it doesn't look like it has been turned over many times in the past.
"These are your father's favorite books." Uncle Feng said with a smile, "You... take a look."
Passing the box to the girl, he smiled lovingly and said, "The photos inside were taken by your father when he was in school and after he started working."
The girl nodded and looked at the box intently.
There was a photo album inside, and she saw a few familiar photos. Her mother had also shown this photo to her when she was abroad.
"Your mother and your father were classmates, and she should have some photos there." Uncle Feng said, "Who is the familiar person you mentioned...?"
"Who is this?" the girl said, pointing to the man in a photo of the two of them. "It looks like he has a good relationship with his father."
"Should it be your father's classmate or colleague?" Uncle Feng shook his head, "I haven't been to your house, so I don't know what it is called."
"Is it this person?" he asked.
The girl nodded.
If Gu Nuan were here, she would definitely be surprised.
Because the girl in front of me is Jason Qiao’s secretary Linda, isn’t it?
"Xinyi," Uncle Feng called her, "take your time and watch. I'll go downstairs to cook for you."
Feng Xinyi, also known as Linda, nodded.
After Uncle Feng left, she found an empty spot and slowly looked through the things left by her father.
A little bit, photo albums, and books.
Looking at my father's bright smile in the photo, who would have thought that he would die so tragically a few years later.
Bada.
A tear or two fell down.
Feng Xinyi hurriedly wiped it with her hands to prevent her tears from staining the photo.
She cried hard, but the man in the photo still smiled brightly.
Finally, Feng Xinyi covered her mouth and cried.
My mother's mental state has always been bad because of this incident. When she was abroad, she couldn't have any sad thoughts at all. She kept suppressing them for fear of affecting her mother.
A lot of things happened when she was traveling from home to abroad. Although she was young at that time, she still had memories, plus the injuries on her mother's body and the fragmentary words she said when she was ill.
If they hadn't gone abroad back then, they might have died long ago.
Over the years, she has studied hard outside, earned scholarships, and made herself better.
For what?
I just want to come back one day and have the opportunity to investigate the real cause of my father's death.
But now, as soon as she started investigating, she discovered that there was a lot of fog.
She once again focused her attention on the photo of the two of them.
Why does Gu Nuan's husband look so similar to the man with a hand on his father's shoulder in this photo of the two of them? From the looks of it, the two of them must be in good company.
perhaps……
She pointed her finger at the person in the photo. She should visit Gu Nuan again.
But, is this safe?
Thinking of her childhood life, Feng Xinyi felt a little uncertain again.