After binding the system, I became a national mystery person

They are no longer young now, and they have been investigating the cause of Su Jinru's death for more than 20 years, but there is still no clue, which makes them confused.

The two were silent for a while, and Lin Yanjun was the first to speak and break the silence: "Mengqi, have we overlooked something over the years?

Why is it that no matter how much we investigate, we can't find the real reason why Sister Su Wan committed suicide?"

Li Mengqi sighed, her eyes full of confusion: "Yes, I have been thinking about this question.

We checked her work, her life, her social circle, and almost everything we could think of, but we just couldn't find that key point."

"Take your time, you'll find it eventually."

Lin Yanjun said helplessly that over the past twenty years, there were four people at the beginning, but now, only he and Li Mengqi are still insisting on finding the truth.

"This is the only way." Li Mengqi felt powerless and wanted to give up.

Then the two of them stood silently in front of the tombstone. The afterglow of the setting sun stretched their shadows very long, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.

Just then, a gust of wind blew, bringing a few fallen leaves, which gently fell on Su Jinru's tombstone.

Lin Yanjun took a step forward and gently brushed away the fallen leaves, his action revealing his infinite tenderness for the deceased.

"Go home, Yanjun. Things are different now. We must take care of our health!"

Li Mengqi reminded softly, her eyes fell on Lin Yanjun's graying temples, and an inexplicable sadness surged in her heart.

Lin Yanjun nodded, he knew that Li Mengqi was right.

Time is merciless, and they are no longer the young and energetic people they used to be.

However, he was still brooding over Su Jinru's death and could not let it go.

"Okay, let's go back together!"

The two walked side by side on the way home. The setting sun stretched their shadows long, as if accompanying them through this long period of time.

"Yanjun, do you remember when we first started investigating?" Li Mengqi suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

Lin Yanjun tilted his head slightly and looked at Li Mengqi, a trace of memory flashing in his eyes: "Of course I remember. At that time, the four of us were full of passion, vowing to find out the truth about Sister Su Wan's suicide. But now..."

"Yes, now there are only two of us left." Li Mengqi's voice was a little low, with a hint of barely perceptible sadness.

Lin Yanjun patted Li Mengqi's shoulder to comfort her: "No matter what, we won't give up. This is our promise to Sister Su Wan."

Li Mengqi nodded, with a determined light in her eyes: "Well, we will definitely find the truth."

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"Dad, walk slower!"

A middle-aged man supported a gray-haired old man as they walked slowly along the path in the park. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, casting patches of light on them.

This old man is Lin Yanjun. Time has carved deep wrinkles on his face, but his eyes are still firm and deep.

"Xiaohua, do you think I have been too persistent in my life?" The old man stopped, took a breath, and looked into the distance.

Lin Hua helped Lin Yanjun sit on the bench and said softly, "Dad, sometimes persistence is also a kind of belief, a commitment to the past."

Lin Yanjun sighed, his eyes became deep, as if he had traveled through time and space and returned to that era full of youth and passion.

"Yes, persistence... For Sister Su Wan, we have paid too much and lost too much."

Lin Hua didn't know who the Sister Su Wan his father was talking about, but from his father's occasional words, he could feel the emotions and responsibilities buried deep in his heart.

He gently patted the back of his father's hand and comforted him, "Dad, let the past be the past. What's important is that we cherish the present, isn't it?"

Lin Yanjun smiled slightly, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"You're right, Xiaohua. But there are some things that time cannot erase. For example, the pursuit of truth and the persistence of friendship."

The two were silent for a while, enjoying this rare moment of peace.

Suddenly, Lin Yanjun seemed to remember something and took out a yellowed old photo from his pocket.

In the photo, four young people are smiling brightly. One woman is particularly eye-catching. Her smile is warm and bright. It is Su Jinru.

"Look, this is Sister Su Wan, and the three of us."

Lin Yanjun pointed at the photo, his eyes filled with nostalgia. "We were so innocent and happy back then."

Lin Hua took the photo and looked at it carefully, as if he could feel the atmosphere of that era.

"Dad, you must have a lot of stories."

Lin Yanjun nodded and fell into memories.

“Yes, the four of us have struggled together, laughed together, and faced difficulties together.

Sister Su Wan's departure was a huge blow to us. But even so, we never gave up on finding the truth."

Lin Hua listened quietly. He had never seen his father talk about the past so affectionately.

He realized that these memories, these obsessions, had become an integral part of his father's life.

"Dad, I think the friendship between you four is really enviable." Lin Hua said sincerely.

Lin Yanjun smiled, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes.

"Yes, our friendship has stood the test of time and become more precious.

Although we each have our own lives now, the friendship we had will never change."

The two continued chatting as the sun gradually set, adding a touch of warmth to this quiet afternoon.

...............................

"I wonder if 007 will come back?" Su Jinru lay on the sofa, switching TV series with the remote control.

Ever since 007 left, Su Jinru felt that she had no interest in doing anything.

"Ding, hello host, there are serious problems in my world and I may not be able to contact you anymore. This is the last time I will contact you. I hope you will be happy in the future.

—————007”

Looking at the lines of subtitles that suddenly appeared on the TV, Su Jinru widened her eyes in surprise, and the remote control in her hand unconsciously slipped to the ground.

"007? Is that you? What's going on?"

She shouted into the empty room, but all she heard in response was her own echo.

Su Jinru quickly stood up and ran to the TV, trying to find the source of the mysterious message, but the TV was normal, as if those words were just her hallucination.

However, she remembered every word clearly, with that unique 007 tone.

007, the partner who had been with her for several years, although just a system, gave her endless companionship and comfort when she was lonely.

It accompanied her through countless days and nights, shared her joys and sorrows, and even in her most difficult moments, it was 007 that encouraged her in its own way and helped her to cheer up again.

Recalling every moment with 007, Su Jinru's eyes couldn't help but become moist.

She never thought that the companion who had always been by her side would suddenly leave in this way.

"Why? Why is this happening?" she murmured to herself, her heart filled with confusion and loss.

She always believed that 007 would come back to complete the mission with her.

"I believe 007 will contact me again." Su Jinru wiped her tears. There was still so much time left.

She decided not to dwell on her sorrow anymore, but to face life positively and wait for 007's return.

Even if it takes a lifetime, as long as 007 comes back.