Meng Qiuan calmly wrote three numbers in the rectangular small frame.

586!

The tattoo content on Cai Derong's body is 586!

We looked at each other, our eyes full of incredible ideas. We didn't expect that the tattoo content on Cai Derong would be so simple.

There are only three numbers 586!

We have nowhere to solve what these three numbers mean, but Zhao Jiyou still recorded the three numbers.

After writing the three numbers, Meng Qiuan seemed to be relieved. She put down her pen and picked up the painting and kept watching.

Finally, Meng Qiuan suddenly spoke: "Do you think it looks good?"

Meng Qiuan had known that we were here for a long time, but she was too focused on the painting in front of her and never made any sound.

"It looks good..." We didn't know how to answer, so we could only say two words.

Meng Qiuan smiled and put the painting on the table, then turned around and looked at us.

I suspect that Meng Qiuan is normal now, because when she looked at us and smiled, her face was full of doubts and confusion.

"What are you doing here?" Meng Qiuan looked at us calmly.

I don’t know how to answer, after all, when we came, we came with the attitude of seeing a mentally ill person, but now Meng Qiuan doesn’t look like a mentally ill person at all, but rather like a normal person.

"We are looking for you to learn something about your son Cai Derong from you." Jiang Bing sat on the bed opposite and looked up at Meng Qiuan.

Meng Qiuan was slightly stunned, and longing immediately emerged in her eyes. She asked us with a little unstable mood: "What's wrong with my son... Derong... What's wrong with Derong?"

"He is very good now." I answered first, "Cai Derong is very good now. He is already in college and his academic performance is among the best in the class. The reason why we came is that Cai Derong made a small mistake. You are Cai Derong's only relative, so I want to find you to confirm for Cai Derong."

"That's good, that's good." Meng Qiuan nodded without any precaution, believing that what I said: "What do you want me to prove? As long as it has something to do with my son, I will say everything."

Without saying a word, I walked to the table and picked up the painting. Meng Qiuan saw me picking up the painting, and his body was obviously shaking, and it seemed that he didn't want anyone to touch the painting.

I hesitated for a moment and placed the painting on the table, for fear of angering Meng Qiuan and making her mood become irritable again.

Seeing that I put the painting down, Meng Qiuan once again returned to his calm and composed appearance.

I stretched out my hand and pointed at the painting and asked, "This painting... are you the three of you in your family?"

I didn't dare to mention my name directly.

Meng Qiuan was unable to stand the blow because of her husband's death. I was afraid that her emotions would become unstable again when she mentioned her husband's name.

Meng Qiuan nodded and replied, "This is our family of three."

"Do you know what this thing is?" I didn't dare to stop, and immediately pointed at the tattoo on Cai Derong's body and quickly changed the topic.

Meng Qiuan tilted his head and looked at the numbers above, thinking for a long time before speaking, "I know, I knew it from the beginning."

"This...is this number wrong?" I hesitated for a while and asked with some uncertainty.

Meng Qiuan replied: "How could this be wrong? How could I remember the things on my son wrongly? It's 586, and I had them when I saw my son."

"When did you see your son... when did you see your son?" I asked casually with a slight touch in my heart.

Meng Qiuan seemed to know that he had said the wrong thing and immediately spoke: "It was not when I saw my son, but when I gave birth to my son."

Meng Qiuan became darker and darker as he drew. How could a child have a tattoo when he gave birth?

I felt a little smile in my heart, but I spoke solemnly: "Tell us the whole thing, otherwise your son might have made a mistake."

My tone was a bit threatening, and Meng Qiuan immediately became hesitant.

"Dejong...Dejong was adopted." Meng Qiuan sighed and said, "Dejong was adopted by me in the orphanage. When adopting, the people in the orphanage told us not to tell others about the news that the child was adopted no matter what."

"It was the orphanage who asked you to close the news of adopting your child, so don't talk to outsiders?" I asked with a frown.

Meng Qiuan nodded and said, "This is what the orphanage told us."

"What about the tattoo on it? What's the matter with the tattoo?" Jiang Bing asked, pointing to the Hua.

Meng Qiuan replied calmly: "The tattoo on Derong's body was found when he adopted it, but the people in the orphanage not only told me not to talk about adopting children, but also made me silent about tattoos."

"Do you know what the tattoo means?" I thought for a while and asked.

Meng Qiuan shook his head and said, "I don't know...I don't know what it means."

"Who told you not to talk about adopting children and tattoos to the public?" I hesitated for a while.

Meng Qiuan was silent for a long time before speaking: "Director Qiu from Wolong Orphanage!"

Autumn thoughts on water?!

Several of us stayed in place in surprise. The Wolong Orphanage had a big problem in our eyes, but I never thought that Dean Qiu, who was dedicated to being kind, had a lot to do with this case.

"I still remember Dean Qiu told me something when I adopted Derong." Meng Qiu'an continued.

I couldn't wait to ask: "What do you mean?"

Just when Meng Qiuan was about to open his mouth, someone suddenly knocked outside the door, and Zi Yi immediately stood up nervously.

However, when Zi Yi stood up, a large stack of information placed on her legs fell to the ground, including photos of Cai Derong's death.

I was shocked and wanted to go forward to cover the photo, but Meng Qiuan was moving faster than me. She bent down in front of Ziyi and saw the photo.

The photo she picked up happened to be the front of Cai Derong's photo when she died, and she could clearly see Cai Derong's face.

The moment we saw the photo, Meng Qiuan became stranger.

She grabbed the photo tightly, grabbed her hair with her other hand, and her eyes were filled with blood.

"Impossible...Impossible..." Meng Qiuan kept shaking his head and shouting loudly.

Meng Qiuan's emotions were completely out of control. When Cai Derong's father passed away, Meng Qiuan became mentally ill. Now she has seen Cai Derong's death again. I really can't imagine what she would become.

"You are lying to me! You are lying to me!" Meng Qiuan seemed to have become a different person, completely different from the moment.

She stared at us with her teeth and claws. From her eyes, I knew that she really wanted to swallow us alive now.

"Ah!" Meng Qiuan suddenly roared, grabbed his head tightly and ran towards us. Depending on the situation, she was preparing to attack us.

Zhao Jiyou grabbed Ziyi's hand and then pulled Ziyi behind him. Then he reached out and grabbed Meng Qiuan's hand and turned his head to say anxiously to us: "You go out first and let the nurse come over and inject sedatives into Meng Qiuan."

It was completely unnecessary for us to stay here. Zhao Jiyou's hands were like iron pliers to tighten Meng Qiu'an.

Although he grabbed Meng Qiuan's hand, he had no time to pay attention to Meng Qiuan's mouth.

Meng Qiuan lost his mind and bit Zhao Jiyou's hand hard. Within a moment, blood was already flowing out of the back of Zhao Jiyou's hand.

Zhao Jiyou grinned in pain, and wanted to do something but couldn't do it, so he had to yell at us and let us go out quickly.

Zi Yi took the lead and opened the door, immediately ordered the special police outside to call the nurse, and then asked the special police to pull Meng Qiu'an away.

Two or three special policemen grabbed Meng Qiuan tightly, which made Zhao Jiyou get out of Meng Qiuan's mouth.

When I went out, I looked back at Meng Qiuan.

Meng Qiuan looked crazy, with disheveled hair, and blood from Zhao Jiyou's hands flowing in her mouth. She opened her teeth and claws at us and shouted loudly to us to lie to her.

Seeing Meng Qiuan's appearance, I couldn't help but feel pain.

If Zi Yi hadn't just taken the photo off her mind and dropped it on the ground, we would not only ask what, but we might have kept Meng Qiuan's mind calming down.

But now it seems to have completely become a counterproductive effect. If we can't ask anything, we don't care. What we care about is that Meng Qiuan's condition will probably worsen in the future.

The police officer guarding Qiu Ruide just now was knocking on the door. He was a little at a loss when he saw that we were in a dim look and we were embarrassed.

Ziyi grabbed Zhao Jiyou's hand worriedly and asked him how he was.

I think Zhao Jiyou must have felt pain just now, but when I heard Ziyi's concern, I felt that he was not only happy but also happy.

"What are you knocking on the door?" I turned around and looked at the policeman in confusion.

The police officer hesitated and told us: "We just heard something in Qiu Ruide's room. When we went in and saw that Qiu Ruide was... committing suicide."

"Suicide?!" I looked at the police officer in shock.

The police officer nodded and said with a smile: "And it is the oldest way of suicide. He wanted to hit his head against the wall, but he was stopped by us in time. He has been sent to the hospital."

"Are there any police officers accompanying me?" I frowned, not sure what Qiu Ruide was going to do.

When he met him before, he was still fine, why are you trying to commit suicide now?

Even if he commits suicide, he should know some common sense. He rarely succeeds by hitting a wall. In fact, there are many things that can be used for suicide in the interrogation room. If Qiu Ruide really thinks wholeheartedly, he will definitely not choose such a clumsy way. He must be trying to express something.

"Three police officers looked at Qiu Ruide throughout the process." The police officer nodded and replied.

I took a deep breath and said to Ziyi beside me: "You send two more special police to look at Qiu Ruide. I think Qiu Ruide's affairs are not that simple."

Ziyi nodded and ordered the two special police to follow the police officer to the hospital.

Meng Qiuan's emotional instability is obvious to all, and it is difficult for us to continue to stay here, so we can only send people to continue to stay by Meng Qiuan's side.

After returning to the conference room, Ziyi cleaned Zhao Jiyou's wounds.

I wrote the numbers I got from Meng Qiuan on the whiteboard. So far, we have mastered the tattoo contents of three people.

However, the tattoo on Zhang Yangrong's body remains to be verified, because the tattoo on Zhang Yangrong's body is vague and not sure whether it is true.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Zi Yi, who bandaged Zhao Jiyou's wound, suddenly spoke in a low voice: "If I hadn't been nervous, I wouldn't have caused such trouble now, Meng Qiuan would... I'm afraid that it would have become like this."

"It's not your fault." Before we could speak, Zhao Jiyou smiled and said, "I can hide Cai Derong's death for a while, and Meng Qiuan will know sooner or later. And... and..."

I guessed that Zhao Jiyou was too exhausted, and he didn't say anything for a while, and looked at me helplessly.

I took the conversation and said, "And we have asked all the questions. At least we know the content of the tattoo and... and Dean Qiu's affairs."
Chapter completed!