Chapter 58 Analysis of Chu Feng
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“A…”
The letter on the blue little backpack was blurry.
Silence. A long, thoughtful silence.
X shook his head slightly. “I can’t remember.”
“It’s okay. It’s okay,” the psychologist reassured him. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s focus on this instead.”
Flipping to the first page of her notebook, the psychologist showed X a question from their first therapy session, testing his language abilities:
“Please say the first word that comes to your mind that starts with ‘a’, in any language, English, French, or any alphabet.”
Seated in his wheelchair, X blurted out, “abandon.”
The psychologist paused for a second, then burst out laughing. “You’ve been heavily influenced by the CET-4 and CET-6 exams.”
She jotted down the patient’s response. “Looks like you at least completed your undergraduate studies in mainland China. Do you have any impression of the word ‘university’?”
X thought for a moment, then shook his head.
After that, no matter how the psychologist tried to guide him, X couldn’t recall any memories.
At that time, the psychologist judged that given X’s current psychological state and brain condition, it would be difficult to evoke memories through simple psychological suggestions.
Over the two years of treatment, she gradually shifted the treatment direction to guide X into a more relaxed psychological state, not forcing him to recall the past, just going with the flow.
Now, X himself recalled a fragment of the past, a very specific scene. The psychologist keenly felt that the opportunity of fate was right in front of her, and it must not be missed.
She decided to use the method of conversation reversal that they had just used in psychological therapy.
In this session, she clearly felt a change in X. From two years of not being able to remember anything, he suddenly started dreaming naturally about the past.
“Has anything changed recently?” she asked. “For example, anything interesting happened? Or… made new friends?”
X: “…Well, sort of.”
The psychologist’s question about making friends was just casual, but X’s somewhat evasive response caught her off guard.
Glancing up at X, her tone became somewhat teasing. “…girlfriend?”
X was stunned for a second.
The psychologist: “or… boyfriend?”
X: “…just a friend.”
Psychologist: “Any hope for further development?”
X: “…hard to say.”
——At the moment, it’s still the kind of friend who only texts back “good morning” if you mention their husband.
The psychologist smiled slightly, realizing that her patient was starting to consider romantic relationships, which explained the gradual improvement in his psychological state.
“Interested in talking about your new friend?” she asked. “He or she?”
“He.”
Psychologist: “What kind of person is he? How did you meet?”
“Uh…”
X paused for a moment. He had some vague impressions of how to describe Chu Feng, but he couldn’t quite articulate what kind of person he was.
This feeling is somewhat strange. People often think that the more familiar they are with someone, the better they can accurately describe what kind of person they are, and provide a true evaluation of others. But in reality, it’s quite the opposite. The more casual the acquaintance, the easier it is to judge the other person, for example: “This is a very strict teacher,” “This is a student with poor grades.” With just a few words, you can summarize them completely.
When relationships become closer, and you’ve seen all aspects of the other person, it becomes difficult to summarize them in just a few words. For example, what kind of person is your mother?
A child might think, “Mom is nagging, cares too much, and will scold me if I do poorly on exams, but she also cooks delicious meals.” However, using just “nagging,” “caring,” “scolds me,” and “cooks meals” to describe their mother feels inadequate. In the end, they may fall silent, unable to express it.
The closer you are, the more impossible it becomes to describe all of you.
Silent X felt a hint of strangeness in his own silence.
He and Chu Feng didn’t have such a close relationship, just a regulator and a game player.
Yet he couldn’t describe Chu Feng.
In X’s mind, there are some adjectives: Chu Feng is a very disobedient player, very good at acting. They met for the first time, and Chu Feng deceived him with beauty and tears, used his sympathy to defuse bombs, then turned ruthless after it was over, coldly attacking him and blasting him away.
Describing Chu Feng in this way seems to be accurate, but scenes from their second meeting floated into X’s mind. Chu Feng, with no experience in firefighting, plunged into the flames to rescue the children in the kindergarten. When he arrived, Chu Feng was about to jump suicidally from the elevator shaft.
X remembered Chu Feng in the end, holding the children rescued from the elevator shaft in his arms, his shoulders trembling slightly, and the ashes from the fire settling on his upturned eyelashes.
To say such a person is heartless would be too conscienceless.
X remained silent, finding that all the descriptions he had thought of for Chu Feng were too pale, leaving him unable to say them, only to remain silent, like he had seen all of him.
“Met in the game.”
In the end, X only said this one sentence.
The psychologist sensed that he didn’t seem to want to discuss his potential “boyfriend” further, so she cleverly returned to the method of conversation reversal:
“So let’s go back to that word, ‘a…'”
She patiently waited for X to respond.
X looked at the psychologist’s notebook, where “abandon” was written on one page, and sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting orange bars onto the slightly yellowed pages.
“Aa… no, Ab… Abandon, Ac… Academic, Ad…”
“Adidas.”
In his mind, the little boy’s backpack became clearer. X suddenly felt a bit lost; Adidas was a world-famous brand, available everywhere. If it were a more unique brand, perhaps it could pinpoint where it was from.
“Adidas,” the psychologist said. “So… how old were you then? Can you remember?”
X, sitting in his wheelchair, gestured his remembered height with his hand. “Probably… six or seven years old.”
“So it’s about twenty years ago,” the psychologist smiled. “This information is very useful. Twenty years ago in mainland China, being able to buy Adidas schoolbags for children should indicate that his family background was quite good.”
Following this line of thought, X quickly came to the next step: if the little boy had a good family background, then the dilapidated residential building in his dream couldn’t possibly be his home; it should be… X’s home.
X continued to speculate: his family’s situation when he was a child was not good, so logically, his relatives’ situation wouldn’t have been good either. The little boy should be his friend; at that age, the easiest person to develop a good friendship with would be a classmate.
X quickly organized the information he currently had in his mind: when he was a child, he lived in a dilapidated residential building in a southern city of China, and he met a classmate in elementary school whose family background was very good. One day, he took him to the ground floor of his own residential building to observe the swallows.
X thought that he didn’t like to casually invite people to his home, nor did he like to joke and get along with people easily. He wouldn’t casually invite an ordinary classmate to his home to watch swallows. With such a good family background, the other party wouldn’t come to his home in the dilapidated residential building just to watch common animals like swallows.
Thinking like this, their relationship at the time should have been very good, X thought.
Swish.
The pen moved across the paper.
X looked up to see the gently intoxicated afternoon sunlight casting on the beige notebook, and the psychologist made a checkmark on the paper:
Hope for memory recovery.
X knew that his amnesia had previously been considered incurable, even though the psychologist wouldn’t directly tell him.
He stared at the checkmark on the notebook, feeling a strange flutter in his heart.
Checked.
X remembered that he seemed to have a habit of checking things off in his notebook after completing them.
—Completed what?
Knock, knock, knock.
There was a knock at the door from outside.
The psychologist’s assistant walked in.
X knew his time was up, and today’s therapy session was over.
“To be honest, you really surprised me today,” the psychologist smiled at X, handing him today’s notebook. “Your mental state is getting better and better. Just by recalling a scene with the swallows, you were able to find a lot of useful information. If you can remember more, I believe you can recover your past.”
X nodded.
—Giving patients confidence is also a way of treatment. He wheeled himself towards the door.
“Although the past is important…” the doctor looked at X’s back and suddenly said, “but don’t forget about your new life.”
X stopped the wheelchair and turned around.
The psychologist smiled at him. “Don’t forget, keep in touch with your friend whenever you have time~”
X: “I won’t forget.”
Across the ocean, in the northern hemisphere, China.
Chu Feng stood in his bedroom.
Buzz—
The black screen of his phone lit up, displaying a WeChat notification: X sent a message.
Chu Feng glanced at it but didn’t bother to check.
He stared at the wall in front of him for a day and night. The ashtray on the bedside table was filled with cigarette butts.
Cough, cough, cough!
When Lin Lan pushed the door open with a fruit tray, he was choked. The bedroom window was tightly closed, and smoke filled the room.
In the choking smoke stood a slender figure. Clad in soft black silk pajamas, the wide hem revealed two slender ankles.
Chu Feng wore a white short-sleeved shirt, standing in the center of the smoke. Between his slender fingers, he skillfully held a cigarette, emitting a wisp of blue smoke.
“Cousin, cousin!!” Lin Lan coughed. “Could you please open a window?”
Chu Feng turned his head, just realizing that Lin Lan had come. He took a few steps and opened the glass door to the small balcony of the bedroom.
Lin Lan sighed. He saw his cousin wearing black Bose Bluetooth earphones, as effective as being deaf.
Chu Feng was isolated from the world, silent. Lin Lan placed the fruit tray on the small table, cleared the ashtray, and came back, sighing:
“Cousin, take a break. You’ve been staring at that white wall for a day and night!”
“Who told you it’s a white wall?”
After smoking all night, Chu Feng’s cool voice sounded a bit hoarse, like clear water that had been inexplicably mixed with sand.
Lin Lan felt bitter: “Cousin, you really… should smoke less.”
Chu Feng lightly acknowledged, his fingers still holding the cigarette.
Lin Lan sighed inwardly. As a younger generation, he couldn’t control his cousin, and the parents were already old and couldn’t control Chu Feng either. He really wanted to summon Brother Xie from the underworld to see what his cousin looked like now and give him some guidance!
Chu Feng stared at the white wall, took a few steps back, went to the table, picked up a toothpick from the fruit tray, and skewered a piece of cantaloupe.
“Thanks.”
Chu Feng ate a piece and then handed the fruit tray back to Lin Lan. “You should have some too.”
Lin Lan thought, Low EQ behavior: I don’t want to eat fruit. Take it away and don’t bother me!
High EQ: Thank you. Symbolically eat a piece and then return the fruit tray: You should have some too.
Lin Lan understood what his cousin really meant. But he persisted:
“Cousin, have a few more pieces. You haven’t eaten anything all day.”
Chu Feng: “It’s okay, I’m not hungry.”
—Implicit subtext: You can leave now.
Lin Lan pretended not to understand his cousin’s indirect dismissal. Holding the fruit tray, he walked straight into Chu Feng’s bedroom.
“Cousin, what are you looking at? Is there something on this white wall?”
“… “
Chu Feng felt speechless at his cousin’s dullness, but he couldn’t straightforwardly tell him to leave after his kind gesture of bringing him fruit.
Di—
A sudden sound startled Lin Lan. Immediately afterward, he saw ripples appear on the white wall, emitting a pleasant sound of water ripples, and an apple with a bite taken out of it floated in the center of the wall.
Lin Lan was astonished. “D*mn! Cousin! Is… is your bedroom wall a high-end projection wall?”
The wall was equipped with electronic sensors and could play movies, touch-screen drawing, writing, and note-taking, essentially serving as a large-scale wall iPad. The price was approximately equivalent to covering this wall with iPads.
Lin Lan felt sour; this was the life of wealthy people!
But then he thought, with his cousin’s cold personality, he wouldn’t live such a fancy life. Even a plain white wall could produce such a luxurious idea; it must be Brother Xie’s idea.
—What was Brother Xie doing with this wall?
Chu Feng looked at the white wall, surrounded by the bedroom’s King-size bed.
This thing could play movies, display other videos, and could even split the screen, enabling multiple videos to play simultaneously.
Once it started playing, it was an immersive experience with a large screen at close range, a multi-angle, all-around, no-dead-zone experience, coupled with 3D surround sound, the shamelessness of having nowhere to hide felt like drowning, and Chu Feng had experienced that feeling.
This luxurious wall would no longer fulfill its purpose in the future. Chu Feng stood in the bedroom, pointing into the void, and the wall became a large study tool, displaying the results of his drawings from last night—
“D*mn! Cousin! Are you… switching careers to become a detective?”
A complex relationship chart appeared on the blank wall, the kind commonly seen in detective dramas, with seven-year-old Little Shiyu at the center.
Lin Lan carefully examined it; this seven-year-old Little Shiyu was not a screenshot from the “Dream City” game but the real Brother Xie, cropped from a photo with his cousin.
Chu Feng looked at the relationship network he had organized, the small avatar of seven-year-old Little Shiyu, like a hunting spider, occupying the center of the relationship web.
Last time it was 24-year-old Dr. Xie’s secret, and Chu Feng didn’t dare involve Lin Lan for fear of trouble.
But this time, Little Shiyu was only seven years old, even if something serious was found out, the law couldn’t judge, not to mention… Xie Shiyu had died two years ago.
“Cousin, have you been… working on this for a day and a night?” Lin Lan looked at the complicated chart with amazement. His head felt dizzy just looking at it, but his cousin could keep looking and thinking…
Lin Lan suddenly realized, “Cousin! Have you also solved the two problems with seven-year-old Brother Xie?!”
- [Who is the deceased?]
- [The culprit’s house number]
“It’s almost answered,” Chu Feng said calmly, “But there’s one question that has been bothering me.” Chu Feng said, “Let me start from the beginning with you, and see if I missed anything.”
“Okay, okay,” Lin Lan agreed with trepidation.
Meow—
Chu Feng pointed into the air, and the icon of a black-and-white kitten appeared on the relationship network, called out.
“This is a cat he used to bring to play with me when we were kids, named Xiao Qi.”
The other day, Chu Feng took a bullet train back to the city where he was born and dug up the “little treasure” buried with Xie Little Shiyu in the lawn of the Youth Palace.
“In the lawn, I found an iron box. When I opened it, there was a dead cat inside.”
Lin Lan: “Ah?! So cruel…”
Chu Feng: “This matter isn’t over yet. The cat’s body was dismembered, and each part was tied with red plastic rope…”
“D*mn! Dismembered?!!” Lin Lan was shocked. “C-cousin… I’m getting goosebumps.”
“Don’t interrupt me,” Chu Feng said calmly. His voice neither fast nor slow, he continued:
“Twenty-two years ago, Xie Shiyu and I were both in first grade, and at that time, there was news reporting a dismemberment case.”
The case had remained unsolved for 22 years and had become an unsolved mystery, sealed in the archives, not really a confidential matter. Chu Feng used his connections to get access to the case files:
“The culprit would use red plastic rope to tie special knots on the body parts. I compared the photos, and that knot was the same as the one on the cat’s body that I found.”
“D*mn…” Lin Lan couldn’t even say “d*mn” anymore. “So… does that mean…”
Chu Feng: “The cat-abusing man in Room 402 is the culprit of the dismemberment case with the red plastic rope, living in the same building as Xie Shiyu.”
This person had killed the cat Xiao Qi, which Xie Shiyu buried in the lawn of the Youth Palace.
Lin Lan looked fearfully at the “402 Room Cat-Abusing Unemployed Man” on the relationship chart. As soon as Chu Feng clicked on “402 Room,” a blue ribbon diagram floated in the upper right corner of the icon.
Lin Lan recognized this ribbon. He and his cousin found it in Room 404 of Dream City, stained with blood. The broken part of the ribbon had a small white text: “… Cong Limited Company.”
Chu Feng: “The original description of Room 402 in the title was: unemployed man. Since he moved in, the stray cats in the neighborhood disappeared.”
Unemployed, company.
Lin Lan understood; these two points were related. So, it could be reasonably inferred that the unemployed cat-abusing man in Room 402 was related to “… Cong Limited Company.” The blue ribbon also looked very much like the lanyard hanging a work ID, probably the one worn by the cat-abusing man.
Chu Feng: “The combination of ‘XXX Cong’ is not commonly seen in company names. I had my secretary look up this company.”
In H City, where he and Xie Little Shiyu grew up, there was indeed a company called Wan Zhong Cong Limited Company, which was on the verge of bankruptcy 22 years ago, resulting in massive layoffs.
Later, they barely managed to stay afloat, but it was tough. The company’s performance continued to decline, transforming from a respectable large company into an obscure small one.
The weirdest thing was that the secretary told him:
“This company is now under your name as well.”
Chu Feng: “What?”
Secretary: “Four years ago, CEO Xie acquired this company.”
Chu Feng calculated that four years ago, they were 25 years old. At that time, Xie Shiyu was in the prime of his career. He should have acquired valuable companies that could quickly bring profits, not this stagnant company…
Chu Feng looked at the information sent by the secretary, furrowing his brows slightly. Based on his years of business judgment, Wan Zhong Cong Company didn’t seem to hold much value.
“Is there a reason for the acquisition?” Chu Feng asked.
Secretary: “Not clear. At that time, the shareholders were not very supportive of CEO Xie’s acquisition plan. But CEO Xie went against the tide and bought it.”
After Xie Shiyu’s acquisition, Wan Zhong Cong Limited Company remained as unproductive as before. It didn’t make much money, but it also didn’t incur losses. At that time, Xie Shiyu didn’t lack the money to acquire one or two companies.
Chu Feng: “Are the employee records of this company still available? From 22 years ago.”
Secretary: “Um… probably not, it’s been too long.”
Chu Feng paused for a moment, not saying anything. Two clues he had found immediately came to mind:
- Wan Zhong Cong Limited Company
- The blood-stained blue ribbon hidden by Xie Little Shiyu
With a little thought, Chu Feng immediately understood Xie Little Shiyu’s intentions and asked:
“Are the old employees of this company still there?”
Secretary: “Yes, they are all there. Um… in fact, this company is mostly made up of old employees, with little fresh blood. After CEO Xie’s acquisition, there haven’t been any personnel adjustments.”
Chu Feng: “Please help me find a list of all the old employees with more than 22 years of service in this company, and do it quickly.”
This company was very small, with only a few people. There were even fewer employees with more than 22 years of service. Chu Feng got the list and personally went to ask each one.
These old employees started working in their twenties and were now in their forties, diligently going to work every day. Recalling the massive layoffs 22 years ago, they all felt lingering fear.
Chu Feng: “Among the laid-off employees, is there anyone living in the residential building at No. 158 West Street of the old city?”
He showed them some real photos of the residential building.
“Oh, here! Yes, yes!” Old Chen, who was in charge of personnel, said, “That… that Cui… Cui something, lives here, right?”
Another female colleague exclaimed, “You mean Cui Jun! Ah, that guy deserved to be laid off. I hated him so much. There used to be a little orange cat downstairs in our company. Every time I came, I would give it some fish snacks, placed them in the bowl over there. Just as I left, he kicked it away! He threw away all the fish snacks, and I don’t know where that little orange cat went.”
“That guy is sick. Every time I greet him, he always ignores me, and he never talks. I really don’t know what he’s up to.”
—Someone who abuses cats, ties strange knots, dismembers and kills, even if hiding well, is unlikely to be likable in daily life.
Chu Feng: “Are you sure his name is Cui Jun?”
“Yes, absolutely!”
***
After listening, Lin Lan stared blankly at the projection white wall. Next to “402 Room Cat-Abusing Unemployed Man,” floated the name tag: Cui Jun.
“Cui Jun moved into Room 402 of the residential building, killed the cat Xiao Qi, and Xie Shiyu buried Xiao Qi in the lawn of the Youth Palace,” Chu Feng continued, “And this cat belonged to Room 304.”
Chu Feng clicked on “304 Room” on the white wall, and markings of a convenience store, a blood-stained green wall, and cat fur floated up.
Lin Lan recalled that half of the third-floor corridor was painted green, and there was a bloodstain the size of a fingernail, along with cat fur found in the corner. It indicated that the cat-abusing man caught Xiao Qi at the door of Room 304, abused it, causing blood splatter, and then possibly took it back home for dismemberment and disposal. Xie Shiyu found and buried it.
“So…” Lin Lan trembled, “Did the person in Room 304 kill the cat-abusing man?”
“At the moment, it seems so,” Chu Feng said.
First question: Who is the deceased?
Answer: Cui Jun.
Second question: What is the culprit’s house number?
Answer: 304
The two questions from seven-year-old Little Shiyu were finally solved.
“… ” Lin Lan was speechless with admiration. “Cousin… you’re amazing!”
He excitedly looked at the relationship chart, still unable to understand it, but it didn’t matter. Lin Lan now knew that his cousin had solved those two questions.
“So why are you still standing there, cousin? Let’s hurry into the game and fill in the answers to see if seven-year-old Brother Xie is really the virus mastermind! Let’s go—
“Don’t worry,” Chu Feng said, “There are still some inexplicable aspects here.”
“What’s inexplicable?” Lin Lan exclaimed excitedly, “This makes perfect sense! Cousin, don’t overthink it. It’s simply one person killing a cat, and another person disliking him, so they eliminate him. That’s it! Moreover, your two answers fit the question very well!”
“Cousin, you often educate me that in exams, we should try to understand the intentions of the question setter and the connotations of the question stem. Look at Dr. Xie’s last question: both questions had parentheses! One about the number of glasses of wine (only fill in numbers), and the other about the color of medicine (fill in sequentially). The answers filled in were both unique and definite.
“This time, two questions, one asking about the deceased, and one asking about the murderer, but the question about the murderer specifically asked for the door number, which is unique and definite. This implies that the answer for the deceased is also unique and definite.
“Now, look at the answer you came up with, big cousin: 402, this abusive cat man is the only one we can find out his real name! So for the question about the deceased, just fill in the name: Cui Jun, don’t fill in the door number, and write something like unemployed man, abusive cat man, Room 402, unemployed man… These answers are all considered wrong. And for the murderer who can’t be found by real name, let’s fill in the door number: 304. Both answers are unique and definite, which makes sense!
Chu Feng looked at the relationship map he had drawn out, silent.
He also knew in his heart that the answer he deduced was probably correct.
“I’m not talking about whether the answers in the game are correct or not.”
Chu Feng was determined to go through this with Xie Shiyu in the game, but he was also very clear in his heart that the game was the game, and reality was reality.
In reality, what 7-year-old Little Shiyu experienced was by no means simple.
Lin Lan was very puzzled: “So, cousin, everything about this is very clear. It’s just a case of killing a cat for revenge. Do you still have any doubts?”
Chu Feng glanced at him and sighed: “Many questions. Just saying one casually, the owner of the convenience store in Room 304 had his cat killed by someone, so he went and killed that person. Is this what a normal person would do? Moreover, the abusive cat man he killed was the real culprit of the case of the dismembered body with red plastic rope, then…”
—Then who could kill him, this person from Room 304?
Lin Lan suddenly felt a chill: “Cousin, don’t scare me… I’m already scared enough. Let’s just go fill in the answers in the game and call it a day, after all… after all…”
After all, this incident happened 22 years ago, and there’s really no way to investigate it now.
Chu Feng is not a detective either, he doesn’t pursue solving cases, he cares about these things for only one reason:
That blood-stained blue ribbon, the blue ribbon that Little Shiyu hid.
X’s reasoning, in the real world, that blue ribbon should have both the blood of the deceased and the fingerprints of the murderer. That is, the fingerprints of the murderer, the uncle of the convenience store in Room 304, can be used as the only evidence to identify him.
The general logic is to get the evidence, give it to the police, and then catch the real culprit.
This is the plot of a TV drama. Chu Feng thought about it and empathized. If he, at the age of 7, witnessed someone committing murder, his first thought would definitely not be: I need to get evidence and help Uncle Policeman catch the suspect!
The first thought would be: Run away!—
I didn’t see anything, it’s none of my business, the murderer must not come to find me and my family!
Moreover, Xie Shiyu grew up in an… abnormal environment since childhood, with a mother who lived by theft, a father who used drugs, and neighbors who were murderers.
It’s almost impossible for 7-year-old Xie to develop an extraordinary sense of justice in such an environment and to develop a habit of seeking help from Uncle Policeman.
Chu Feng also checked the long-standing records of the local police station. The only criminal caught in this residential building was the pedophile in Room 104, who went back to prison five years ago for another offense.
Five years ago, both he and Xie Shiyu were 24 years old.
According to the records of the police station, no one reported the crime, no one brought out the blue ribbon evidence to ask Uncle Policeman to catch someone.
And no one even found out that the abusive cat man in Room 402 was dead, and no one knew that Cui Jun, who was killed by the owner of the convenience store, was the real culprit of the case of the dismembered body with red plastic rope 22 years ago.
Chu Feng also checked Cui Jun’s household registration file, which only stated that he had been missing for many years and was eventually declared dead.
So, why did 7-year-old Little Shiyu take such a big risk to hide the blue ribbon as evidence?
Chu Feng raised his biggest question. Lin Lan thought about it and said lightly: “Cousin, don’t think too much. Brother Xie was only seven years old at that time, he might have just thought… hey, this blue ribbon is shiny and interesting, so he hid it, and then forgot where he put it.”
“…” Chu Feng was speechless.
He understood Xie Shiyu. Even at the age of 7, Little Shiyu must have had his own reasons for doing things, he wouldn’t act like an ordinary child, one thing after another.
This might be innate, or it might be the environment afterwards that didn’t allow Little Shiyu to behave like an ordinary 7-year-old.
Chu Feng thought to himself, that ribbon was for holding a work badge.
Taking away the blue ribbon at the crime scene would easily be discovered by the murderer. There was only a work badge on the ground, without the ribbon.
The murderer would immediately know that the key evidence had been taken away. 7-year-old Xie would face suspicion, probing, and even more serious threats from an adult male suspect.
Chu Feng believed that when 7-year-old Xie decided to take away the blue ribbon, he had already thought it through.
So, there must be a deep reason why Little Shiyu hid this evidence, he was willing to take such a big risk to do this.
Through the passage of 22 years, Chu Feng couldn’t figure out what the little guy wanted to do?
Buzz—
Chu Feng lowered his head.
The phone on the bedside lit up again, and a WeChat notification popped up on the screen:
X sent two messages.
… X
Chu Feng originally didn’t want to respond, but he looked at that letter and paused.
The inference about the fingerprints on the blue ribbon last time was suggested by this regulator.
Chu Feng looked at Lin Lan, who couldn’t even understand the relationship map, and thought that asking his own little cousin was hopeless, so…
Chu Feng picked up his phone, opened WeChat, and looked at what this regulator X had sent him.
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