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A car shuttles smoothly between tall buildings.

On the back seat, a middle-aged man was resting with his eyes closed. His black hair was incompatible with the wrinkles that appeared at the corners of his eyes. The overly thick and hypocritical black was not a hair color that symbolized youth and exuberance.It is more like a combination of various chemical ingredients to make a "young effect" called "hair dye".

The inside of the carriage was surrounded by a wave of warmth, but it couldn't dispel the coldness on the man's face at all.

"Has everything been dealt with?" The man's voice was cold, but revealed a sense of majesty and oppression.

The driver was a man in his early forties. : "Please don't worry, everything has been cleaned up."

The man in the back seat slowly opened his eyes without any expression on his face.After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "Turn around and go to Xishan Garden."

Half an hour later, the car stopped outside a cemetery.The man got out of the car, and the man who had been driving just now also got out of the car, following behind him step by step.

Finally, he saw that the man stopped in front of a tombstone.Then, he saw the man bent down, reached out and gently brushed off the dust that didn't seem to exist on the tombstone, and finally placed a bouquet of purple tulips in front of the tomb.

The man stands in front of the tombstone,

"Xu Yi, how long have you been with me?"

The man who was driving just now, the man named Xu Yi, said, "It's been 18 years,"

"18 years...it's been 18 years."

Xu Yi responded, "Yes."

The man said: "So, Ah Qiu has been away for 18 years."

Xu Yi looked at the two words on the tombstone, his gaze was as calm as a frozen lake.

"Yeah... 18 years."

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At this time, Xing Xing was in the elevator of a building, and the elevator stopped on the eighteenth floor, Xing Xing got out of the elevator.After leaving the villa, he immediately called Fang Lai.

He asked Fang Lai to investigate Qing Shengguo's private doctor back then, that is, the doctor surnamed Yue who treated him after Qing Qing was kidnapped when he was young.Fang Lai was still very strong, and within 15 minutes, the criminal mobile phone received a data message named "Yue Xingfeng".

After seeing him in person, Xing Zuo discovered that Yue Xingfeng looked older than he looked in the photo. In his 40s, the amount of hair on the top of his head is very thin, and he looks like a person in his 50s.

Criminal took out his police ID, and asked straight to the point: "Doctor Yue, I made an appointment with you 10 minutes ago... Do you remember Mr. Qing Shengguo?"

"Of course I remember. I used to be his personal doctor. Mr. Qing has passed away for many years. I don't know why Comrade Police came to see me today..."

"Then you should also remember the son of Qingcheng Kingdom, Qingming, right?"

Yue Xingfeng nodded, "Remember,"

The crime found that Yue Xingfeng behaved very calmly when he heard Qingming's name, and did not deliberately recall it at all.His heart moved... Sure enough, he came to the right place.

"Mr. Qing...Oh, I mean Mr. Qingming. To be precise, he is my patient."

The criminal heart twitched in an instant...

"patient?"

"That's right, Comrade Police, what's the problem?"

Xing Zui asked, "What disease did he have?"

Yue Xingfeng didn't speak immediately, but looked at the crime calmly, then lowered his eyes, obviously hesitating for something.

Xing Zui said: "I know that doctors have to keep the patient's condition confidential. Doctor Yue, do you know that 18 years ago, Qingming and his wife's only son, Qingming, who was only seven years old at the time, was kidnapped?"

Yue Xingfeng raised his eyes to re-examine the tall man in front of him, and after staring at him for tens of seconds, he still spoke:

"To be honest, I don't know much about that matter. At that time, I was Mr. Qing's personal doctor. He asked me to give the young master some psychological treatment, and told me that the young master was stimulated by the kidnapping, which caused psychological problems. discomfort."

Criminal looked at him.

"I don't know if the police comrades have heard of the word 'panic disorder'?"

Xing Zui went over this word in his mind, and he was really unfamiliar with this word.

Yue Xingfeng explained: "This is an acute anxiety disorder. The patient receives a certain stimulus in a special environment, which leads to a strong sense of fear in the heart, resulting in rapid heartbeat, palpitations, chest discomfort, difficulty breathing, dizziness and trembling. If the condition is more serious, the patient will also have hallucinations, imagining pictures that threaten his life. The young master had this kind of mental illness at the time."

For some reason, after hearing Yue Xingfeng's explanation, a picture popped up in Xing Zui's mind involuntarily... That night, he got up to drink water at night and saw Qingming in the living room.Looking back now, Xing Zui can still remember the expression on Qingming's face at that time, as if he was trying his best to suppress some kind of pain. That expression is like the powerlessness and helplessness of a drowning person one minute before death.

Criminals remembered that he also speculated about Qingming at that time.I thought: What is he suppressing?

Could it be that he was in a state of illness at the time?

If this is the case, Qingming must have forced herself to appear normal and okay after seeing herself. Now that I think about it, it is so heart-wrenching.

"After I saw the young master, no matter what method I used, he just refused to speak. But fortunately, his condition was not very serious at that time, it was only in the initial stage. It took me more than a month for his emotions to slowly fade away. Back to normal. In the subsequent relationship, I found that Mr. Qing has been very sensitive since he was a child, and his temperament gradually became not like a child, but sometimes he is a child... Very contradictory. He suppressed the disease by himself."

Xing Zui asked in a deep voice: "Just now, you said he was your patient, so now..."

"Still?"

Yue Xingfeng said: "It has always been"

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Qingming parked the car on the side of the road, leaned on the back of the driver's seat, and suddenly thought of the crime.He looked at the time, there was no traffic jam at this point, and the crime should be almost in Dangcheng.Thoughts were in the middle of the desertion, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the file bag on the passenger seat.

The hand seemed to be bewitched, almost without the slightest hesitation, Qingming stretched out his hand to the file bag, and looked again...

Fifteen years ago, a serious murder occurred in a villa at No. 15 Baolian Road, City A.There were five people who died, they were the villa's male owner, Qing Shengguo, and his wife, Hua Fangqing.And three male housekeepers, Zhang Dabin, Sun Qiang, and Huang Zhongming.

The criminal investigators collected dozens of sets of fingerprints in the villa where the crime occurred, and after comparison, they found that they all belonged to the deceased and the deceased's domestic servants.According to the autopsy report, Qing Shenguo and his wife had more than a dozen knife wounds in addition to various degrees of skin trauma.The wounds were shocking, and the cause of death was hemorrhagic shock caused by piercing internal organs with sharp energy.

In contrast, the three housekeepers did not have any struggling wounds or skin trauma, and only one fatal knife wound on their bodies.However, after the incident, the criminal investigators conducted a carpet search inside and outside the villa, and mobilized hundreds of police forces to conduct all-round investigations in the bushes, trash cans, etc. around the crime scene ... where the murderer would easily choose to throw the murder weapon. Searches did not find the murder weapon.

Due to the limited technology at that time, Baolian Road was a relatively remote section, and there were no surveillance cameras installed on the trail.There is only one road leading to the villa, so the murderer must drive through Baolian Road before and after the incident.Even so, even if the murderer did not deliberately forge the license plate, the zero-monitored road section would not leave any substantial clues.What's more unfavorable is that at the time of the incident, no one could even provide any clues about the case.Even the last survivor in this case is the ten-year-old son of Qing Shengguo, Qingming.Because of the huge psychological barrier, he failed to provide any clues to the police.

Later, police found two different shoe prints at the scene.It has been verified that none of them belonged to the deceased or any servants in the family.Preliminary judgment that the footprints belong to the murderer is very likely.Afterwards, the witnesses spent a week screening and comparing the bottom patterns of hundreds of shoes on the market, and finally found the matching shoes—a kind of outdoor military boots.However, there are many manufacturers of this kind of boots, and the sales channels are extensive. Looking for buyers of shoes based on this clue alone, screening out suspects from them is like finding a needle in a haystack.After two years, the case still did not make any substantial progress, and was finally gradually forgotten by people. It became one of the unsolved unsolved cases since the establishment of the Serious Crime Squad.

Fifteen years later, it was a sensational case that consumed a lot of police time and a large number of police forces.He was repeatedly pushed to the forefront of public opinion by people who were in social panic at that time.But at this moment, he has completely lost the aura of the sword pressing his throat, and can only peek out the tip of the iceberg of the whole case from the file that has already smelled of decay and mustiness.

After all, the truth is buried under the ugliness of human nature, like a stranded fishing boat, waiting for its faithful and reliable tracker.

Maybe it's not just the ugliness of human nature that hides the truth—it's more the self-sighs of powerlessness and the gimmick of the 'time dilutes everything' statement.So, whether the frozen truth can be unraveled in the end... This is just an unknown.But Qingming knew better than anyone else that he was the most qualified and most responsible person to be that tracker.

Qingming's eyes were fixed on the names of the survivors, without much expression on his face.I don't know how long it took, the lowered eyelids slowly lifted, and a bitterness flashed across the corner of the mouth...

Everyone is very familiar with their own name, just like when you hear someone calling your name, even if it is a homonym, your hearing will suddenly become extremely sensitive, and then your brain will unconsciously convey a kind of preconception cognition - is calling me.At that moment, you have no time to think, "Is it calling you or someone else?".Your body has instinctively responded for you.

Qingming looks at the two characters that should be familiar but can no longer be familiar with...

Even though, the name is something that he has engraved in his mind stroke by stroke since he was young.However, at this moment, he felt that the two characters were very strange, as if he had encountered two rare characters from a book for the first time, and they were forcibly combined together.

The "Qingming" at that time was already dead.The only remaining memory of "him" in my mind, even if I try to recall it now, is just a vague afterimage.It's like a layer of fog on the glass windows in winter, which can be wiped off effortlessly with a slight lift of your hand.

"He is dead"

Qingming told herself again in her heart.

No one knows how he erased that nightmare from his mind, strangled it, and stripped it out of his memory bit by bit.Perhaps in the eyes of others, I was a survivor back then.However, Qingming always felt that he was already dead in the incident of that year.

He was not like what happened to his parents. He was stabbed into the body with a sharp knife by the murderer, and he was stabbed until he died.Instead, he strangled his own neck with his own hands, without any struggle, resistance, or screaming, groaning, cruel but without the slightest nostalgia and tightening his hands, in the endless pain, until his life was exhausted .

Qingming smiled coldly,

That's right, that "Qingming" was already dead, killed by himself.

A strong sense of suffocation invaded his heart like a flood, Qingming clenched his palms tightly, and the sheets of paper recording the case were deformed under his power, and the handwriting was also distorted.Qingming felt that his body was being ravaged and torn apart by a terrifying force.The body couldn't help leaning forward, and the center of gravity was all on the steering wheel.At this time, the paper slipped from his hand, cold sweat continued to emerge from the pores, and the veins on his forehead swelled ferociously. At this moment, his face was even paler than the paper.Qingming slowly raised her hand and put it over her heart. The friction between her fingertips and the fabric of the clothes produced a burning sensation. Qingming's bloodshot eyes couldn't see anything clearly, and she wanted to grab her heart through the fabric in vain.

In this extremely unbearable state, Qingming suddenly remembered that he had read a book, and there was a paragraph in the book roughly described like this: After anyone dies, the soul does not ascend to heaven at the first time, but goes to heaven first. Fall into the endless abyss of hell.There, you experience skinning, cramps, heart-piercing, and bone-piercing pain... and then you are burned by the fire of hell, extracting the sins deep in your soul, and you can only step into heaven with a heart of redemption when you fully understand all the sins you have committed during your lifetime. The peak, leading to the next life, to atone for the sins of the previous life.

I used to go through hell, experienced skin cramps, pierced my heart, and pulled out my original soul, so I have my current self.

Thinking of this, Qingming sneered again.

The feeling of suffocation became more and more intense, accompanied by a strong heartbeat frequency, and finally he was about to break out of his body.

buzzing...

The mobile phone's vibration notification sounded in the silent car, and the sound changed from distorted and weird to clear, and Qingming, who was about to lose his mind, was forcibly pulled back to reality.

Qingming lay powerlessly on the steering wheel, trying to reach out for his phone, but found that his hands were out of control at all, and he couldn't make any effort.The phone is still clamoring, Qingming tries hard to get out of the emotion just now...

After the notification tone that no one answered came from the handset of the mobile phone, Xing Zui dialed again... When he decided to dial the third time, a clear voice finally came from the other end of the mobile phone.

"Brother,"

Criminal said coldly:

"Tell me right away,"

"Where are you now!"