"Name."

"Zhang Haidong."

"age."

"thirty."

"ID number."

"140311..."

This is Zhang Haidong's second visit to the Public Security Bureau.

Different from the first time, this time the incandescent light did not dazzle his eyes.

He just sat on his chair and numbly answered the police's questions.

"What did Wen Si say to you after you entered?"

the policeman asked.

"He said he didn't want to kill anyone and entrusted me to take good care of his son, his mother, and the woman he abandoned."

Zhang Haidong replied without any expression.

There was only dullness on his face.

His eyes were all dull.

"When a man is about to die, his words are also good."

The policeman said something and then continued to ask: "What else did he say? Did he tell you anything about his property?"

All the money he earns is black money and must be turned over to the state treasury.

"No……"

Zhang Haidong still shook his head numbly.

"Then do you have any other contact with each other?"

"No……"

…

After questioning for a long time, the police closed the transcript.

Looking at Zhang Haidong with a dull expression, they thought Zhang Haidong was frightened.

After all, shooting a prisoner to death may not happen once in a lifetime.

It has a huge impact on someone who has experienced it personally.

He stood up, patted Zhang Haidong on the shoulder and said, "Okay, it's okay.

If your mood cannot be stable, you can take a few days off and rest at home for a while.

If it's to take care of his family, that's fine too.

We won't stop you from doing good deeds.

But don’t leave Jinmen recently, we will be here whenever you are asked, okay?”

"good……"

Zhang Haidong nodded numbly again.

"Okay. You can go home."

The policeman ordered.

Zhang Haidong walked out of the Public Security Bureau with a numb look on his face.

On rainy days, he did not take shelter from the rain, but let it hit him.

This is the second person who has died next to him since his rebirth.

Even being reborn once could not erase the fear and shock in his heart.

That kind of shock cannot be described in any words at all.

It's just like……

It felt like my heart was suddenly shattered...

Pity……

Uncomfortable...

The discomfort of being out of breath...

He knew that Wen Si was a drug dealer...

He knew that Wen Si deserved to die...

Even so, he was still a little out of breath.

A gloomy atmosphere filled my whole mind...

After walking staggeringly in the rain for a long time, Zhang Haidong's body was soaked by the rain.

The icy cold air made him shiver all over, and he finally came back to his senses.

Fourth Brother Wen even entrusted himself with the task.

If you continue like this, you will catch a cold.

How can you still do what others ask you to do when you have a cold?

Are you going to let Fourth Brother Wen die in the underworld without ever resting in peace?

Thinking of this, Zhang Haidong came back to his senses in an instant.

He reached out and took a taxi and returned home.

It was just noon, and neither my daughter nor Du Jing were there.

He was not in any mood to eat, but quickly wiped his face with a towel, and then took out the small box Wen Si gave him from his pocket.

The small box is not exquisite, with only a small buckle on it.

Gently open the buckle and the box opens.

At the top is a note with the names of two people written on it: Aaron and Ahu.

Below the name is a phone number.

Is this the contact information of Fourth Brother Wen’s brothers?

should be……

Zhang Haidong gently folded the small note and put it aside.

Below is a photo.

The photo shows Brother Wen who is about ten years younger.

He was wearing a red T-shirt, holding a beautiful woman in his arms and taking photos while standing by the bridge.

The woman smiled happily. She was wearing loose yellow clothes and her belly was slightly swollen.

She seems to be a pregnant woman.

Could it be?

Is this Wen Hui’s mother?

Fourth Brother Wen was injured back then, so he ended up betraying this woman?

This woman looks pretty good!

He looks like he is living at home.

Even if she only needs someone to accompany her, shouldn't such a woman be left at home?

At least Wen Hui won’t be autistic!

Turning over the back of the photo, there is a line written on it: "Wen and Wang Zhiran took a happy photo together!"

There is another address below: Room 101, Building 33, Qixia Community, North District, Jinmen City.

It turns out that woman’s name is Wang Zhiran!

This is the woman's address.

Zhang Haidong took a deep breath and gently put the photo aside.

Next is a bank card.

There are many letters on it, and it doesn’t look like a domestic bank card.

There is a note next to it: Swiss bank account, living expenses for Wen Hui, Wang Zhiran and her mother for the rest of her life.

It turned out to be a UBS bank card.
To be continued...