white swan and puppet

?【Nine】

"I haven't touched the money. Because I thought I would return it to you when I saw you one day." Yang Mingrui smiled slightly: "When I met you by chance in the outpatient clinic, I was very happy, not just because This. You acted like you didn’t know me, so I didn’t say anything. But now that we’re together, I feel like I can be honest. How are you after so many years? I left the area after that incident Neighborhood, I haven't thought of contacting you all these years, how are you all?"

What he asked was the group of children who played together back then.

And Wennan.

--How are you?

At that moment, Wen Nan lied subconsciously.

"I——I saw you by chance a few years ago. I heard that you had a hard time. Aren't we friends who played together? When you left like that, I—I always wanted to help you. "

lie.

"I dare not let you know, because I am afraid that you will not accept it, so I have only dared to sneak money at your door."

It's all lies.

"But I really didn't mean it otherwise, and it wasn't out of sympathy—"

Lies, lies, lies.

He didn't dare to tell the sins he committed back then, he just kept lying and lying.

But Yang Mingrui smiled: "I know." He comforted Wen Nan in turn.

"I know you don't mean that."

Looking at this innocent smile, Wen Nan only felt more pain in his heart.

Later, they returned to Yang Mingrui's small home together.

Maybe because they thought they had no more secrets, Yang Mingrui took the initiative to bring up the incident from that year.

"Actually, I know—" Wen Nan was shocked by the next words: "The murderer who killed my parents was not the so-called 'salesman'."

"What did you say?" Wen Nan couldn't help asking loudly.

"Indeed, when I went out that evening, that person had just arrived at my house, and I saw him walk into my parents' bedroom. But the murderer was not him."

Yang Mingrui still remembered that it was a tall and thin man with a briefcase under his left arm, well dressed.He is not a relative of Yang Mingrui's family, or anyone he knows.Because when his parents saw him, there was a suspicious look on their faces.

"Hi, may I have a few minutes of time?"

When he grew up, Yang Mingrui realized that he was a so-called salesman.

He didn't hear what the man said back then. He was busy going to the community to find friends to play with, so he didn't know what the man came to his house to sell.

When he got home later, his parents were both dead.

The scene at that time is still vivid in his memory, because it was dark, Yang Mingrui did not see the blood oozing from under the door, he was just curious why his parents were not in the living room, they used to wait there for him to come back for dinner.He knocked on his parents' door, but no one answered.

So he took out his key and opened the door.

There was no light in the room after nightfall, it was dark.A strange smell wafts through the nose.Yang Mingrui frowned, and turned on the light with a snap.

The situation in front of me was horrifying.

I saw both parents fell face down on the ground, their heads were facing the door, and the bookcase was firmly pressed against them. The blood flowing from their heads had solidified and smelled like rust.

The smell made Yang Mingrui feel sick.

However, it was more the panic that spread from his heart, which almost overwhelmed him.He called the police in a daze, and after a while, the siren of the police car approached.

A series of investigations followed.

Although Yang Mingrui was still young at that time, he never forgot the memory of that day.It was a chaotic day, but in the kitchen he found traces of his mother brewing black tea, which was served with small desserts.

The criminal police thought it was the food that the mother used to entertain the salesman.

But Yang Mingrui knew it was not.

The pot of black tea was brought back to her by her mother's friend from England, and it has always been a very cherished gift of her mother. Yang Mingrui didn't think her mother would entertain a stranger with it.After the salesman that day, there must have been another visitor.

And that person must be someone who has a good relationship with the mother.

Yang Mingrui believed so firmly.

【ten】

Chen Guang felt that he was being watched.

Recently, whenever he finished his day's work and walked towards home, he could always hear faint footsteps coming from behind him.Because he got off work late, there were few pedestrians on the way home, which made the trailing footsteps even more obvious.But when he turned his head, there was nothing behind him.

But Chen Guang didn't think it was his nervousness, he always believed in his intuition.

Therefore, Chen Guang would always turn to another small alley a few hundred meters away from his home, then speed up his pace, get rid of the unknown people behind him, and then make a big circle back home.

But today, Chen Guang felt that he had had enough of all this.

He realized that he could not let the situation continue to develop, otherwise he would never have peace.

So this day, when he turned into a small alley, he didn't speed up to leave as usual, but hid in the shadow that the streetlights couldn't reach, held his breath, and remained motionless.

After a while, a man's slight panting came from the entrance of the alley.

The sound of footsteps approached slowly, and it was the voice that had been following Chen Guang all along.

Chen Guang appeared from the shadows all of a sudden, and asked sharply, "Who are you?" While speaking, he looked at the man through the faint street light—it was a young man in his twenties, tall and tall. Big, dressed like a college student.Chen Guang was sure that he had never seen that face before.

"Why do you keep following me?"

The unexpected development caught the young man by surprise, he was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "I am Yang Mingrui."

Chen Guang didn't have the slightest impression of this name.

"Do you still remember the murder of a couple in Wutong Community ten years ago?" Yang Mingrui asked.

Chen Guang's eyes widened in surprise.

"Although nearly ten years have passed, I still remember the face of that person - the salesman who visited my house - it was you, right?"?