"…If this is the truth I can restore at the end, if this truth can make you feel relieved at the end."

“…”

"Then I'll tell you."

—

Nineteen years ago.

Yanzhou.

The thirteen-year-old Xie Qingcheng was walking in the hutong street in the harsh winter with a schoolbag on his back.

He has a green screen Nokia in his hand, which is the most valuable thing in his body.

His parents have been gone for several months.

In the past few months, Xie Qingcheng was like a soul left in the world, and the continuous blows made his heart empty. He had collapsed, despaired, and had countless violent quarrels with people.

But what's the use.

He woke up in the night countless times, and the dream was the day he was notified of the death of his parents.

It was raining heavily in Shanghai that day. He was in the school classroom, like all ordinary students, taking a math test.

The head teacher came in suddenly, said hello to the math teacher, whispered a few words, and the math teacher immediately made a gasping sound.

The students only looked up, their expressions were numb, and there were even phantoms of equations and numbers floating in their eyes, and then they all lowered their heads and raced against time to continue working on the questions.

Xie Qingcheng didn't even lift his head, he was checking the answering process of the last big question.

A girl next to him was looking at him secretly, not knowing whether he was looking at his answer or the handsome guy's face.

Suddenly—

A shadow fell on Xie Qing's exam paper.

Xie Qingcheng paused, raised his head, frowned slightly and looked at the head teacher who came to his seat.

He is different from ordinary students. He can see it by looking at his eyes. He is very sharp, calm and clear. He is rarely confused or numb. Tormented by knowledge, and often at ease.

No teacher would dislike such a student.

This is the first time - Xie Qingcheng looked at the head teacher, but the head teacher did not smile.

He froze for a moment, not knowing what happened, he is not someone who would make trouble.

"Xie Qingcheng." The head teacher patted him on the shoulder with a strange expression, as if trying to suppress something. Her thick glasses just reflected in the fluorescent light, obscuring most of her emotions.

But Xie Qingcheng could hear a trembling in her voice, the same aftertaste after the strings were plucked.

"Come out."

The students were all surprised, the exam was not important, they held their necks and watched Xie Qingcheng leave the classroom behind the head teacher.

"What's going on..."

"Why call him out at this time?"

"He didn't make a mistake, did he cheat?"

"What are you talking about...does he need to cheat..."

Everyone murmured until the math teacher knocked on the table: "What are you talking about? Exam!"

But after he reprimanded them, his eyes couldn't help chasing the two who disappeared at the end of the aisle - if the students looked closely, they would find that the math teacher's face had peeled off A layer of blood.

The math teacher grabbed the thermos cup on the table tremblingly, opened it, and took a sip of warm water.

Hot water ran down his throat, barely warming the chest that was suddenly cold when he heard the shocking news.

But he knew—

Xie Qingcheng this child's heart, for a long time in the future, I am afraid that it will never be warmed again.

"Teacher, what happened?"

Xie Qingcheng couldn't help asking this question when he followed the head teacher up the stairs.

The head teacher didn't say anything, and went to the door of her office on the top floor. Before she pushed the door in, she took a deep breath and looked back at the student she had always liked.

The teardrop was like an ominous note, and the thunder outside the teaching building was deafening, which opened the prelude to the tragedy.

Xie Qingcheng's heart thumped.

“…someone is looking for you, let them talk to you…”

The head teacher's shrunken hand put on the doorknob and pressed it down.

The door opened.

The electric light flickered outside the window, and the inside of the house was dark as if there were clouds that were thicker than the outside. The thunder and lightning cut through the cumulonimbus clouds outside, and Xie Qingcheng walked in and cut through the darkness inside the house—

A large piece of dark blue.

The police are crowded like a cloud.

He was led by Uncle Zheng who had the best relationship with his parents.

They all turned their heads when they heard him coming, but no one spoke first.

Xie Qingcheng heard his own voice, empty like a cocoon shell that had been left on the dead wood.

"What happened to my parents."

“…”

He asked word by word, "Uncle Zheng, what happened to my parents."

Xie Qingcheng didn't quite remember how he listened to Zheng Jingfeng's specific situation that day. In his vague impression, he seemed very calm.

Calmly as if he were dead, standing there listening to these words was a clay figurine, a corpse.

He collapsed and cried bitterly, and for the next ten days, he was like a machine, like a symbol - constantly signing, signing, signing one ruthless document after another.

Cremation…

Legacy…

Notarization…

The living person becomes the words on the paper and the ashes in the furnace.

My sister is still young and not familiar with the world, but she also knows that her parents have not come back for a long time, babbling and crying—and—

There are other things that Xie Qingcheng didn't even want to think about.

Xie Qingcheng doesn't even deserve this kind of compassion.

—The car moved forward automatically, and the cockpit exploded after hitting someone... How could this be an accident?

His body and soul seemed to have been destroyed by the sudden huge pressure, and he could only support it with one breath. He kept running to the police station, grabbing any uncle he once knew Auntie, stubbornly repeating over and over again, my parents were killed.

My parents must have been killed.

I want a truth…

Please give me the truth…

In the beginning, those people will still sympathize and cry, and after a long time, they will be bothered by a child repeatedly.

Someone began to say to him: "I have told you many times, we will definitely investigate carefully, but now there is no evidence, we have to follow the procedure, right?"

"Give us some more time."

How long is a little time?

Xie Qingcheng later found out that it was a full nineteen years.

He didn't know that the future would be so long, but at that time he also understood that the death of his parents could only be characterized as an accident, his father and mother, could not wear Police uniform, buried as a martyr who died in the line of duty.

In the end, he could only choose a snow-white shirt for his father. That shirt was the best thing his father had ever bought after their family was lonely.

And his mother was wearing a cheongsam that was sewed by Li Miaojuan - the female superintendent was not able to be mourned by the police car, but on the day she left, in addition to her colleagues, a lot of help came to her during her lifetime The poor, the rich, the prisoners, the victims...

She is equal to every life, she never wears colored glasses to discriminate against anyone's soul. She is always willing to extend her hand to those who are struggling in the quagmire, as long as those people are willing to turn back.

So she has all their respect.

But until she was buried, she did not get the truth.

Xie Qingcheng went to check it himself.

Although he is still very young and a middle school student, although he has very limited clues... He still refuses to give up tracking, and he spends all his spare time on investigating the cause of his parents' deaths .

And then, maybe the emperor pays off.

From an uncle in the police station, he found out that his parents had been to the most mixed night club in Yanzhou before the car accident.

"What exactly did you do and who you met, it's all a secret, and everyone doesn't know it very well, but soon after that, the superior received a report from the masses, saying that the two of them were embezzled and bribery, and they even took bribes. There is some evidence... Although the evidence chain is not enough to support the content of the report, it cannot be ruled out that there is a possibility of framing, but wasn't it hard-hitting during that time? They were demoted and transferred again."

Forget it, there may be thousands of people, and these thousands of people have tens of thousands of relationships. It is almost impossible to investigate them one by one like a headless fly."

The uncle patted Xie Qingcheng: "Don't think about so many children. And us. These things, leave it to us to find the truth."

But Xie Qingcheng didn't know if he was relying on them, when would he have to wait for the truth. Or, he simply can't wait for the day when the truth comes out.

So he settled down with his sister during the winter vacation and went to Yanzhou alone to the nightclub mentioned by his uncle.

He wanted to follow this clue.

That's when the accident happened.

He originally contacted a waiter who finally knew something about the situation. Although the other party was very flustered, his conscience was still intact. Seeing that the child was too pitiful, he agreed to meet the two at an alley entrance on weekend afternoons. Meet at the small hot pot restaurant.

—"I don't know who I met, they came mysteriously, and even our boss didn't know the situation. But I was in charge of cleaning the private room. After they left , I found an earring in it... You can come and see if it's your mother's, if not, it might belong to the person she met..."

Before meeting with Xie Qingcheng, the waiter kindly sent him a picture of MMS in advance.

The Nokia mobile phone at that time was not very fast to receive MMS, and it had to be downloaded little by little. After the photo was downloaded, Xie Qingcheng sat at the mouth of the road and opened it to take a look—

It was a very eccentric earring.

The earrings are pure gold, very delicate, in the shape of a bone cross, with a ring in the middle, the center of the ring is inlaid with a blood-red diamond, and the diamond is surrounded by three letters: R.I.P

Rest in peace.

Although the resolution of mobile MMS messages at that time was very shabby and could be called AV picture quality, the sophistication of this earring is still seen through the screen. Bought gadgets, and under normal circumstances, a famous gold jewelry store such as Chow Tai Fook Lao Feng Xiang would never produce such inexplicable jewelry shapes.

It is most likely custom made by the party.

Earrings are different from other things. The studs are in contact with the person's ear hole for a long time, and the owner's sweat, secretions, and even skin tissue will be rubbed on them. If you wear this earring with Go back and test Zheng Jingfeng, maybe the investigation of the whole case can get some insights.

"To tell the truth, I am really a greedy person, I am not a good person. I found this earring, I was going to sell it for some money, so I never gave it to the foreman. But I heard you over there talking to the foreman the other day...I thought maybe it would be better to give you this earring."

"It's nothing...my mother went early too, I understand."

—

These two paragraphs became the last message that the waiter left to Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng had not yet arrived at the hot pot restaurant where they had agreed to meet in the afternoon, when he saw the sky-high fire burning, and the crowd was like a tide, and the sound waves and heat waves impacted his heart. He rushed over and frightened several old aunts and uncles.

"Ouch, what are you squeezing this guy?"

"Too rash, who's child..."

Xie Qingcheng didn't listen to other words, he stood at the front of the crowd, and further ahead was the cordon pulled by the police. He saw the firefighters lift several bodies out of it, and the high-pressure sprinklers kept pouring them on the burning hot pot restaurant...

He stood there stiffly, with blazing fire in his eyes.

He knew he was late.

And what is even more terrifying is that when the rescue was over and the fire was extinguished, he watched with his own eyes the pale body bags wrapped around the remains were carried out. In an instant, Xie Qingcheng was hit by a strong sense of guilt, the feeling was like a tiger in the mountains rushing towards him, hitting his heart hard and roaring beside his auricle.

For the first time, he felt that his investigation was so naive, simple, meaningless, and even harmful to others-he felt that every corpse was made because of him.

He slumped down at Makou, hugging his shoulders, and clutching his sweaty palm tightly was the Nokia phone that stored the photos of earrings.

He was too desperate, and the condemnation in his heart was too heavy. He lowered his head and sat on the curb, as if he had lost his soul.

Therefore, he did not notice that on the street where the crowd had dispersed, there was a black decked private car with a bearded man in a baseball cap sitting inside, lighting a cigarette, faintly looking at him.

Xie Qingcheng got out of the car and had to walk for a while to get back to the hotel where he lived. He didn't have much money, so he had to save money, so the place he lived was crumbling and out of place. In the 2000s, the surveillance cameras in Yanzhou were not so dense, especially in the outer ring, where there were many blind spots.

In the dark night, the bearded beard tugged at his baseball cap, spat the **** of his cigarette, held the steering wheel and slammed on the accelerator, the headlights were dazzling, and he was facing the harsh engine sound. With Xie Qingcheng's back, he ran straight away—!

Silence.

"I was in a car accident." In the water-filled studio, Xie Qingcheng told He Yu that this was the first time he had completely uncovered a scar he had not touched for a long time. "That person was supposed to clean up the body after hitting me to death, but I noticed him at the last moment and avoided him a little, and didn't die on the spot."

"The wheel was rolling over my leg and I saw him want to get out of the car..."

"But at this time, a group of people at the nearby construction site got off work, came back together, and happened to pass by here - the man then escaped, he didn't have time to carry me to the car, and only took it when he was leaving My cell phone."

"Afterwards, I was sent to the hospital by those employees... The doctor issued a critical illness notice at that time. I woke up a few times in a blur, but I couldn't feel my body." Xie Qing Cheng wrote lightly, "I already knew at that time that I was dying."

He spoke very lightly of his pain and near-death, as if it was nothing at all.

Xie Qingcheng's eyes were not touched until he mentioned the name of an elder at the end.

He said: "While I was waiting to die, I met a man."

—

"Qin Ciyan."