Wang Xingzhi had already guessed Fang Lin's intention, which was that he suspected that Zhao Xiaohao was the person who died in Zheng Ping's place, so Fang Lin went to the old Zhaotou's house to confirm that it had been a long time since the old Zhaotou had seen Zhao Xiaohao.

When the three of them came to Lao Zhaotou's house, Lao Zhaotou was basking in the sun in the yard. Since Fang Lin had met Lao Zhaotou the last time he came to the small fishing village and knew Lao Zhaotou's temper, he didn't exchange too many greetings.

, just show your police ID and identify yourself.

"Hello, Uncle Zhao, we met last time. I came here to ask you something," Fang Lin said straight to the point.

"Ask me?" Old Zhaotou looked at Fang Lin doubtfully.

"Yes, I would like to ask, how long has it been since you last seen your son Zhao Xiaohao?"

"Zhao Xiaohao? How long have you not seen him?"

Old Zhaotou couldn't help but raise his voice an octave when he heard the police asking about his unfulfilled son.

"Why are you asking this? Didn't you ask about Zheng Ping last time?"

Unexpectedly, Old Zhaotou's memory was quite good. Fang Lin smiled awkwardly and explained: "Uncle Zhao, we are not here because of Zheng Ping's affairs. We just want to know about Zhao Xiaohao's situation."

"Know him? What is there to know about him? He is a bad guy. If you want to catch him, you can just put him in jail without a trial. You can't go wrong."

"Looking at what you said, he is also your son after all, isn't he?"

"My son? Bah! I can't afford it."

"What son can't care about his father's life or death? Which son can't come back to see him for four or five years? Do you think there is such a son?"

Speaking of this, Lao Zhaotou's voice was choked with sobs, and his face covered with vicissitudes of life twitched at the corners of his eyes due to excitement.

"What? Did you say you haven't seen Zhao Xiaohao in four or five years?"

"yes"

"What's wrong?"

"What's the use of seeing him? What does it have to do with him whether I die or not? He wishes I was dead?"

In the end, Old Zhaotou couldn't hold back and cried out. His tears crossed the deep ravines and slowly fell along with the years and scars.

"If my daughter-in-law hadn't sent me living expenses over the years, I wouldn't have known..."

"I don't even know if I can survive until now..."

"You are saying that your daughter-in-law Xiao Fang has been sending you living expenses all these years. You haven't seen your son Zhao Xiaohao for so long. Aren't you worried that something will happen to him?"

"Worried about something happening to him? Humph! I have that free time, why not worry about myself?"

Wang Xingzhi, who was standing by, saw that he couldn't get anything out of this question, so he rushed to the conversation: "Old man, we have a case involving Zhao Xiaohao. We want to know where he is now. If you know, please tell us."

Wang Xingzhi's tone was stiff and businesslike, coupled with his habit of interrogating prisoners for so many years, his stern face was really intimidating.

"I really don't know where he is, what do you want me to say?"

"Then he hasn't contacted you for so many years?"

Wang Xingzhi pressed forward step by step.

Old Zhao frowned and recalled: "I remember that he sent me a text message more than 4 years ago."

"Text message? What did he say?"

"He said that he was going to work on an ocean-going cargo ship and it would take a few years to come back. He told me to stay at home and not worry about him."

"When exactly was this text message sent?"

At this moment, Wang Xingzhi and Fang Lin were both a little nervous, because they were eager to prove that Zhao Xiaohao was the one who died for Zheng Ping.

As for Zhao Xiaohao’s real life and death, haha...

"Seems to be....."

"I remembered that it was posted a few days after my good daughter-in-law Xiao Fang left the fishing village."

"I told Xiao Fang about this at that time."

"I told Xiao Fang that my unsatisfactory son finally went out to work and probably wanted to take the right path. I also begged Xiao Fang to wait a little longer, hoping to give Zhao Xiaohao another chance."

"Hey! But who knew that the bad guy who was stabbed a thousand times would be gone for four or five years..."

Old Zhaotou was still sighing, but Wang Xingzhi and Fang Lin had already confirmed the answers they wanted.
Chapter completed!