Praise

Bai Rushuang looked confused for a moment, and after thinking for a few seconds, she suddenly said: "Oh, I remembered that last week you were on field duty, I was the only one in the station, and a female high school student suddenly ran to the police station and said

Her brother was missing and wanted to report it. Later, her family came to find her and said it was a misunderstanding, so they took her away. I was busy with other things at the time, so I conveniently put the card into my bag."

"Really? Can such a thing be misunderstood? Didn't her family tell her where her brother went?" Zheng Xun was confused and thought this statement sounded too ridiculous.

"Her family explained that her brother just went to study abroad, but the girl didn't believe it. She insisted that her brother was missing." Bai Rushuang thought of the scene at that time and sighed, "You didn't see that the little girl was in the bureau

I cried so hard that I felt so pitiful."

The middle-aged detective also felt strange and asked: "Is there really something wrong? Doesn't the girl's brother contact his family?"

"I don't know about that." Bai Rushuang's tone was a bit uncertain, "However, there should be some contact. Her family members are very firm and insist that this is just a misunderstanding. I have confirmed it.

We are the girl's parents, and if something really happened, they shouldn't react like this."

"Then why did the little girl come to the police station?" the middle-aged detective asked again.

As a criminal police officer, I am always extremely sensitive to these things.

"Who knows, maybe I miss my brother too much." Bai Rushuang had already packed the things in her bag, sat back in her seat, and said, "Okay, don't worry, I've confirmed it many times, and her parents are very convinced.

This is really just a misunderstanding."

Zheng Xun also pulled up his chair and sat down, and asked casually: "So, Yan Song is the name of that girl's brother?"

Bai Rushuang shook her head: "No, her brother's name seems to be...Lin Shichuan, I don't really remember it. As for the name on the paper, before the little girl had time to explain it clearly to me, her family came over."

Song Zhiyuan, who had been listening quietly, suddenly interrupted: "Is that girl's name Lin Jingyi? Her brother's name is Lin Chenchuan?"

After Song Zhiyuan reminded her, Bai Rushuang finally recalled: "Yes, yes, that's the name. Old Song, that little girl also came to you?"

"Well... I guess." Song Zhiyuan responded vaguely, but didn't say more.

Wei Qingsong listened silently, his long eyelashes slightly drooped, and the edges of his fingers slowly rubbed the teacup.

Yan Song, this long-lost name, I only heard it once from Yan Zhi's mouth today, but I didn't expect to hear it again on such an unexpected occasion.

She looked calm, raised her tea cup and took a sip, as if she was not involved.

She had never heard of the name Lin Chenchuan.

She remembered that a total of 17 dead people were found in the club in the back alley of Nanxun Street. There must have been more than one person involved, Yan Zhi, but she had only had contact with Yan Zhi and the psychiatrist he brought from the beginning to the end, and

Don't know the details.

In addition, she was already in a trance at the time, and it was not easy to stay awake, and she had no intention of paying attention to other details.

Later, the criminal police from the provincial department and the FBI took over the case. Because she had cooperated with the FBI's undercover agent, the FBI had been following up and interrogating her alone, and she had never met anyone from the provincial department.

She was not sure whether Lin Chenchuan was a person involved in the Nanxun Street case, but judging from Song Zhiyuan's reaction, he must have been one of the criminal police officers back then.

But it no longer matters whether he is or is not. Six years have passed since the Nanxun Street case, and with Yan Jiqian's mediation, it has long been settled.

Song Zhiyuan was still young at the time, and with his level, he had no access to relevant information. At best, he was just a helper. Wei Qingsong was not worried that he would recognize her.

Six years ago, she didn't even know what happened in the back alley of Nanxun Street.

She only knew that when she woke up, she was already lying in a pool of blood, her hands were covered with blood, and beside her, there were three mutilated and unrecognizable corpses.

Yanzhi sat on the table tennis table in the club and smiled maliciously at her: "Songsong, welcome to hell."

She was very scared at the time, but could not recall anything. She immediately accepted hypnosis from a psychiatrist and almost suffered a mental breakdown.

Later, he resisted Yan Zhi's instructions and was noticed by a female FBI agent.

After leaving the club, she thought the nightmare was finally over. Unexpectedly, the FBI who rescued her from hell began to question her like a prisoner.

Only then did she learn that the FBI suspected that the three bodies lying in a pool of blood with her were the murders committed by her.

But she really couldn't remember anything. Faced with the intense interrogation by the FBI, she fell into self-doubt and self-loathing. She thought that her hands were stained with blood, and like Yan Zhi, she had become a dirty and despicable person.

people.

Later, the teacher said to her: "When you start to doubt yourself, you have only two choices, either continue or give up. You will feel pain precisely because you don't want to be such a person. You have experienced darkness, but it does not mean that

Since you will always be in darkness, look forward and find the light you think you have."

She was also worried and feared that she, like Yan Zhi Yanyun, had an antisocial personality from the bottom of her heart and was a "born criminal."

So the teacher advised her to study criminal psychology, and she began to understand the theory of antisocial personality.

It is undeniable that antisocial personality disorder genes can also be inherited, but most psychologists believe that a person's character is not only affected by genetic genes, but also by the subtle influence of human factors such as living environment and family education.

Personality is finally formed on the basis of unique genetic genes and through a series of social activities.

Therefore, she has been grateful countless times. She is grateful that Bailiwan abandoned her for adoption after she was born because of the so-called "born with disabilities". She is grateful that she can meet a pair of kind and enthusiastic adoptive parents, and she is also grateful that she never grew up.

You have never gone astray, and the people you meet are all kind and righteous.

Although she never received the love and attention of her biological parents, it didn't matter. She still grew up in love and warmth.

If she had lived in Baili Bay from the beginning, she might have become a paranoid and sinister person like Yan Zhi Yan Yun.

A gentle hand gently covered her wrist. She turned back and met Lu Jingming's worried gaze.

He frowned slightly and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Although the expression on her face did not change, Lu Jingming could always easily detect her emotions.

Wei Qingsong was stunned for a moment, shook his head and smiled: "It's okay, I just missed my parents suddenly."

I don't know if the two elders are in good health now. Without her by their side, they will definitely feel bored.

Before returning to China, she made an agreement with her parents that if Lansong Group would shift its focus back to China and it would take a certain amount of time, she would return to China first. It would only take a month at most for her parents to return to Tangzhou.

This is her roots and the hometown of her two elders. No matter how comfortable life abroad is, it cannot compare to her hometown.
Chapter completed!