Chapter 33:
When Fu Zhihuan was in college, he took the initiative to visit a highly respected psychologist for psychological counseling.
At that time, Jin Chenhe also became a family with the help of his family. His wife is pregnant, and he has found a job through family connections, and life seems to be on track.
Only relying on your own inferences is no way to become evidence for investigating a person. Even if Fu Zhihuan knew it well, judging from Jin Chenhe's psychological quality, he probably wouldn't be a murderer, but he must be an insider.
The investigation that lasted more than 20 years and found nothing, also made the family gradually begin to give up and learn to forget and start their new life.
There are no eyewitnesses and no relevant clues. Over the years, the information that can be discovered will only become less and less.
"The dead cannot be resurrected, and the living must learn to look forward."
Almost everyone persuaded him.
"Fu Mingheng, you can't understand. If I had held Xiaoqing's hand and followed her, she would not have been lost or killed. "
Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes and murmured, "I just had to stretch out my hand."
Forgiving others is easier than forgiving yourself.
Therefore, Fu Zhihuan couldn't turn a blind eye to the truth at his fingertips.
So he found the highly respected psychiatrist.
"So you are worried that you will take extreme methods to set up a private court?"
The old doctor said calmly: "No one will not want to avenge their relatives. But Fu Lu, from the moment you found me and applied for treatment, it means that you will not It violates the bottom line of the law."
"You just don't love yourself enough."
World-weary.
I don't know when this feeling started.
Fu Zhihuan will not choose extreme methods to achieve justice, because he knows that no one can set up a private court.
The law does not exist for one person, it is born to maintain the order of society, absolutely rational justice.
Fu Zhihuan just hates himself for being powerless, and will live in guilt every day from now on.
"Parents have appointed you a fiancee named Wen Ruan, a very likable girl." Fu Mingheng said, "You will know when you meet, both parents think she can make her Be happier. Mom said you're already twenty-six, so there should be some popularity around you."
Fu Zhihuan: "No, I will explain to my parents about the divorce."
Such a vivid and bright life is not for the mission of "making yourself happy".
But Fu Zhihuan did not expect such an intersection with Wen Ruan due to karma.
Fu Mingheng is right.
A very likable little girl.
It's as if something in my life that has been barren has suddenly made me look forward to it.
Fu Zhihuan suddenly understood what the psychiatrist said—
"No one lives for the past. One day you will meet something or someone who will make you look forward to the future."
"You'll know then that life is not just the past."
Now, he found it.
The sudden apology made Wen Ruan stunned.
She then carefully observed the expression on Fu Zhihuan's face.
Wen Ruan suddenly realized that the low pressure on Fu Zhihuan's body did not seem to be caused by anger. But with an inexplicable decadence, from his dim eyes, there is a deep sense of tiredness and despair.
Although Wen Ruan didn't know the reason, she could clearly feel that Fu Zhihuan's mood was not sad, but painful.
Wen Ruan didn't speak, just reached out and touched the back of Fu Zhihuan's hand with his fingertips.
His hands seemed… cold.
The person before the meeting didn't move, Wen Ruan took a deep breath, then held Fu Zhihuan's right hand, and then wrapped it inch by inch.
The warm breath spread, soothing the stiff fingertips.
Fu Zhihuan was stunned, then raised his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Comforting you."
Wen Ruan didn't beat around the bush, instead she showed a smile and answered truthfully: "I'm not taking advantage of you, the teacher coaxed me like this when I was in kindergarten! Do you feel very caring?"
…Although there is a little idea of taking advantage of it.
But for the sake of comforting him, just round it up and ignore it!
Fu Zhihuan looked down at Wen Ruan in front of him.
The little girl never seemed to lose her temper.
Even if you have a little emotion, it never affects other people. After a while of sulking, you can come to coax you like nothing else.
A person who is easy to like.
Fu Zhihuan trembled slightly between his fingers, subconsciously trying to close his hand.
He looked up at the person in front of him, and for some reason, he suddenly had the idea of taking Wen Ruan into his arms.
As if touching her, she will definitely feel the warmth that spreads to that cold heart.
But Fu Zhihuan suppressed the emotion and finally turned into a soft sigh.
He chuckled and lowered his eyes, then let go of Wen Ruan's hand, his voice was a little helpless and hoarse: "So you're looking at me as a kindergarten student?"
Wen Ruan said confidently, "Whether it's a child or an adult, they all need comfort!"
Fu Zhihuan laughed dumbly when he looked at Wen Ruan's slightly red smile when he was arguing. He stretched out his hand and rubbed her head, then turned around and walked towards Lu Kechen's residence: "Let's go."
Wen Ruan looked at Fu Zhihuan's back, stunned for a while, and then raised his hand and touched the top of his head.
…Did this dog man touch his head just now? !
Because of his special identity, it is not convenient for Fu Zhihuan to visit or communicate with the suspect without reporting to the superior.
So he stayed downstairs and did not follow Wen Ruan up.
Lu Kechen lives in an old-fashioned tube building. The trash can downstairs is full of stinky garbage bags. Many lights in the unit building are broken. No one has ever cleaned it up, and it was covered with a thick layer of ash.
None of the walls were clean, they were all covered with various small advertisements.
In fact, when Wen Ruan met Lu Kechen three years ago, she knew that their family was very poor. The father runs a hardware store, not to mention the rent, and he can't make a little money every month. The mother ran away with a foreigner when the child was three years old.
So...how did Lu Kechen save the money that Lu Kechen sends to Qin Biyang every month?
Wen Ruan stood in front of Lu Kechen's house, took a deep breath, and raised her hand to slam the door.
She waited for a while, but no one answered.
So, it rang a second time.
From the inner end of the door, a middle-aged male voice with anger suddenly came from far and near—
"Fuck it all for me! How many times have I said it! I won't be interviewed! Do I have to **** drive you away?"
The door in front of Wen Ruan was slammed open.
Father Lu stood in front of the door, his brows furrowed, his face was full of anger, and his eyes were scarlet. He was wearing a vest, and when he opened the door, his hands became blue veins from too much force.
Father Lu looks much older than three years ago, and his chin is full of stubble.
Wen Ruan vividly remembered that when she was communicating with Father Lu three years ago, this extremely sturdy man was smoking cigarettes in silence.
Perhaps it is because there are a steady stream of reporters coming to the door today that Father Lu is so sensitive.
Wen Ruan was not frightened by Father Lu, but said calmly, "Mr. Lu, long time no see."
Father Lu recognized Wen Ruan, and the slightly hideous expression just now calmed down, but he held the door with his hand, preventing Wen Ruan from entering: "No I'm sorry, lawyer Wen, I didn't know it was you... What's the matter with you coming here today? "
"Well, although it's very presumptuous, I want to talk to Lu Kechen...the recent case." Wen Ruan said this, paused for a while, and then seriously added: " Mr. Lu, I'm here to help him."
Father Lu's face froze, his hand holding the doorknob clenched tightly, and he said in a somewhat involuntary tone, "Lu Kechen is not at home today."
Of course Wen Ruan could see at a glance that Father Lu was lying: "Mr. Lu..."
"I said it! Lu Kechen is not at home today! He has nothing to do with this case!"
Father Lu seemed to have been stepped on his own thunder, and his tone returned to the sternness just now: "Miss Wen, so many people want to seek justice, who will seek justice for my son I don't care about other people's business! Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with my children!"
Wen Ruan still remembers that Father Lu was always reticent before Lu Kechen's court hearing three years ago.
He is Lu Kechen's father, at this moment there is no lofty spiritual thought, just a father.
Wen Ruan didn't say anything, just bowed to him after a long time, then took out his business card and handed it to him: "Sorry, Mr. Lu, I'm taking the liberty of tonight. This is me If you need my help, you can contact me at any time."
Father Lu's fingers trembled, but he finally reached out to take it, and then closed the door.
He turned around and met Lu Kechen's eyes, who was standing at the door not far away.
Lu Kechen's expression was very calm, he held the door with one hand, and the bottom of his eyes was like a wet mist, deep and incomprehensible.
Father Lu didn't say anything, just walked towards the bedroom and whispered, "What are you looking at? Go back to your room to sleep. Don't go to school tomorrow?"
"Dad." Lu Kechen suddenly shouted, "I'm sorry."
Father Lu's movements stopped, he took a deep breath, turned around, looked at his son, and said very seriously: "Son, tell me the truth. Is it you? Killed? If something goes wrong, Dad can bear it with you, but you must not lie."
Lu Kechen looked at his father.
After so many years, before I knew it, I realized that I was almost a head taller than my father.
The corners of his lips twitched slightly, and he said with a smile: "Dad, don't worry, it will be over soon."
Father Lu heard the words, his pupils shrank suddenly, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, held Lu Kechen's shoulder, his eyes were slightly red: "Promise my child, don't do stupid things, you want I believe there will be other ways to seek justice.”
Lu Kechen didn't answer, just lowered his eyes. After a long silence, he reached out and patted the back of Father Lu's hand, then said lightly, "Dad, go to bed early."
"See you tomorrow."
The author has something to say: There will be two updates tomorrow, I will sort out the chapter outline tonight, and try to finish the plot of this article tomorrow.
This one still draws 50 red envelopes
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