It was a very particular Japanese restaurant. I had to take off my shoes when I entered the door. There was no lobby, and there were miniature small rooms one by one. Fei Du was invited to walk in alone. When he pushed the door, he could hardly recognize Zhou Huaijin.

The authentic heir of Zhou was wearing a simple stone coat, with no hair wax he had used in the past. The huge suitcase stood against the wall, looking dusty. His face was pretty good, but he was a little thinner and somewhat deficient. His short hair, which was very neatly rectified, had pale temples, and looked a little old.

If Zhou Huaijin used to be like a wealthy young man, at this time, when his hair turned white and his dressing changed, he almost became a middle-aged man with vicissitudes and despair. It can be seen that his youthful and beautiful wealthy skin is really as thin as a cicada's wings.

"I'm a young man. I'm in my twenties and I've been gray-headed. I've been baked before. I haven't been in a bad mood recently, so Mr. Fei laughed." Zhou Huaijin smiled at Fei Du, "Please sit down. This restaurant was opened privately with a friend many years ago. Even my family didn't know about it. He spoke very safely."

Fei Du's eyes swept over an oil painting on the wall. It was painted with sunset. The subject matter was a bit common, and the paintings were also regular and not outstanding. However, the colors were full and warm. Although there was no artistic value, they were very in line with the public's aesthetics.

Fei Du politely praised: "It's very tasteful."

"That was painted by Huaixin. I asked him to draw a few landscape paintings for me that could be hung in the living room and bedroom. He said he was not from the decoration team... But in the end he still pinched his nose and drew a few paintings for me... It's a pity that he had never been here." Zhou Huaijin looked at him, his eyes darkened, "Drink tea? Or some sake?"

"Just tea, my family won't let me drink."

Zhou Huaijin wiped his hands clean and poured a cup of tea for Fei Du: "Please--at that time, I just wanted to leave the Zhou family one day and leave a way out for myself. The plan was very good. I wanted to open a small restaurant in a deep alley that only received a few tables of customers every day. The customers were not too much, and the store had to be quiet and quiet. But, I thought too beautifully, how could it be so easy to make a living? From the time I opened the store, I have not made a profit for a penny, and I have to post hundreds of thousands of dollars a year to barely support it."

Fei Du smiled and said nothing. Even Zhou Huaijin was a "little pitiful" who did not love his uncle and did not love him, but also a "little pitiful" who wore gold and silver. The mushrooms in the corner of the Zhou family's villa were bigger than those of other people's umbrellas.

"For so many years, I hate the Zhou family and can't bear to give up fame and fortune. Both sides of the rat are not something - Mr. Fei, if it were you, would you bear to give up on such a huge family business?"

"Brother Zhou," Fei Du glanced at the watch, "If you have something to say, you'd better just say it. If you're not prepared, you won't come to me."

Zhou Huaijin met his gaze and looked at Fei Du silently for a moment. He nodded and said a little lonely: "I regard wealth and honor as clouds. If I could let go like you, Huainin would not have disappeared early. I took the liberty to ask you over because I found something after I went back. Although the Zhou family was famous in China and could still support it overseas, I would probably have to start from scratch if I said these words today."

Fei Du: "I'll listen carefully."

"When my mother passed away, a box of expired medicine was left in the safe. Do you remember? It was you who asked me to pay attention to it."

Fei Du nodded - Zhou Huaijin's mother, the wife Zhou who murdered her husband, was still a scumbag after changing her husband. According to Zhou Huaijin's description, the shelf life of her second marriage was not as long as the soy milk that she could drink on the lid.

However, the relationship between husband and wife can be separated at will, but the alliance that seeks money and kills death does not dare to be so willful. Therefore, in addition to the common equity, Mrs. Zhou must have something in her hand that can intimidate Zhou Junmao. However, when she passed away, Zhou Huaijin opened the safe that she locked for her whole life and found that there was only a box of expired heart disease medicine inside.

"After I went back, I tossed and studied the box of medicine for a long time, but I couldn't figure out what this thing could do. I once thought it was a whimful that this might be evidence of Zhou Junmao's murder of Zhou Yahou, and even asked someone to identify whether there were blood stains and DNA residues on it, but there was nothing on it."

"Even if there is, it cannot be used as evidence. The blood stains stuck to the paper box may have been wiped out by anyone on any occasion. If it was the case, the evidence obtained by the police at the scene was of some research value, but when Zhou Yahou's body was cold and he would use this thing as physical evidence, it would be too unrigorous."

"Yes, I even suspect that my mother left such a thing purely to scare Zhou Junmao - until I accidentally saw the barcode on the medicine box." Zhou Huaijin took out her phone, opened the picture, and opened the mysterious medicine box for Fei Du to show, "That's it."

"I don't know if you did that kind of training when you were a child, just recite Tang poetry, Song lyrics, Pi and other things that children don't understand, to exercise mechanical memory. When I was a child, my mother asked me to memorize barcode numbers. You know that the barcodes of products are generally ena codes, and the first three digits refer to the country to which they belong. Mr. Fei, you see, this box of medicine is originated in the United States, but the first three digits corresponding to the barcode are '480'."

"480 isn't the code of the United States?"

"It's the Philippines."

Fei Du enlarged the photo and observed it carefully for a moment: "But this barcode is not 13 digits, and there are tiny spaces in the middle when printing, so I guess it shouldn't be torn off from a certain Filipino product."

"No," Zhou Huaijin said, "There are four-digit numbers followed by '480', followed by small spaces - four-digit numbers. What did you think of?"

Fei Du frowned: "Anything that can be encoded... what digits does their domestic zip code have?"

"You guessed it right, the postal code in the Philippines is exactly four digits." Zhou Huaijin couldn't help but lower his voice, "From the future, these numbers do not meet the corresponding latitude and longitude of the Philippines, so I guess it is likely to refer to the streets and sects in the postal area, that is, this is not a barcode for the product, but an address."

"I followed this address and found it - it was not easy. After all, it has been decades. The streets have been demolished and changed. I changed three guides. It took a lot of effort to find out where the person who lived at this address had moved. My mother's idea was that once she passed away, Zhou Junmao might be unfavorable to me. I should be able to get what she left to me, but she didn't expect that Zhou Junmao didn't attack me. For so many years, I have been living in the Zhou family, and have no achievements. I have been full of evil demons and heretics, but I have never looked at her relics carefully." Zhou Huaijin sighed, "But this time I am lucky. The old man is already in his eighties and is still alive, and I am not confused. I remember what happened back then."

Fei Du immediately asked: "Who is the person you found along this address?"

"She," Zhou Huaijin flipped through the mobile phone album and showed Fei Du a photo of him and an old lady. "It's this old lady. I have a vague impression of her. When she was very young, she worked in my house and worked in housekeeping. Later, one day she suddenly disappeared. I found her and found out that it was my mother who sent her away."

"What's there in her?"

"When Zhou Yahou was having a heart attack, music was playing in the recorder at home. He pressed the recording button wrongly while struggling, and recorded the conversation between Zhou Junmao and Zheng Kaifeng who came later. My mother secretly put away the tape and asked someone to save it. The original was in the bag. You can listen to the audio first."

He said, pulling out the recorded audio from his phone.

There was a scattered sound in the recording first. When you hear the sound, you can feel how violent, vague, and thrilling the people inside struggled. It took a long time to calm down. Zhou Yahou must have been dead. After a while, footsteps came, and a man's voice said, "Don't worry."

Zhou Huaijin: "This is Zheng Kaifeng."

In the recording, Zheng Kaifeng, who was thirty-eight years ago, sneered: "Mr. Zhou, you will shrink back when the critical moment comes. Zhou Yahou is dead. In the future, the family business and beauty, aren't that all yours? What do you do with such a solemn expression?"

Another male voice spoke hesitantly, "Think about what is missing. If you get suspicious, it will be bad for recruiting police to investigate."

"What are the missing? My sister-in-law went to the movies, and the nannies at home were on vacation. As for us - we went fishing together this afternoon, have you forgotten? Clean up and let's go!" Zheng Kaifeng laughed crazy, "When I think of these things, I will... ha! This is my life... Hey, Brother Zhou, it doesn't matter, you want to give me his small villa."

The footsteps in the recording go far away.

Fei Du turned his head: "Little villa? Are there any hints?"

"Zhou Yahou has a secret private villa," Zhou Huaijin put down his cell phone, "It took me more than a week to slap her, and finally let her speak out and tell the truth that my mother could not bear Zhou Yahou's cheating."

Fei Du raised his eyebrows lightly: "I don't think the truth sounds pleasant."

"Zhou Yahou likes underage girls." Zhou Huaijin lowered his voice with difficulty, "especially...especially...especially the thirteen oriental girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. Zhou Yahou has a villa that specializes in raising these...this..."

Fei Du asked: "Where did the girl come from?"

Zhou Huaijin was silent for a while: "Welfare home, Zhou Yahou was also very 'enthusiastic' during his lifetime. In the East Asian generation, he has funded several welfare homes at designated locations, and there are also domestic ones, so he can choose the girl he likes."

“Is there any evidence?”

"Yes." Zhou Huaijin opened the suitcase next to him and took out a kraft paper bag from it. There were a dozen old photos in the paper bag.

The old photos are spread out on the quaint and clean desktop. The unique flower arrangements are lowered from the vase. The swaying flower shadows and Fei Du's gaze fall on those distorted old photos - they are four or five half-body photos of girls, all of which are very beautiful, with some malnourished childishness, wearing old sexy fashions that look a bit vulgar with the aesthetic eyes of today, and wearing makeup, it is indescribable.

"I want to give it to the police, but the parties involved are all dead anyway - the back of the photo is the girl's information. These are Chinese, Korean and Japanese, all in the box. The old lady's job back then was to help Zhou Yahou take care of the girls in the villa. The girl was raised until she was about sixteen years old and her body was about the same size as an adult, and he would lose interest, abandon them, and send people to those underground population markets. Usually, they usually die soon..."

Zhou Huaijin couldn't speak anymore, so she kept her eyes open and covered her mouth with one hand. After a while, she said: "Sorry... I once thought Zhou Yahou was my biological father. In the most difficult time of the Zhou family, I used to treat him as a spiritual idol... Cough, it's a bit disgusting."

"There has been no Internet in China for more than 40 years, and population files and information are definitely not traceable now. Moreover, these girls are orphans, so it is difficult..." Fei Du said casually while flipping through the photos. Suddenly, he didn't know what he saw, and suddenly sat upright and picked up a photo from the middle.

The back of the photo reads "Su Hui, Heng'an Welfare Home, fifteen years old."

The date was thirty-eight years ago.

Fei Du quickly turned the photo over and looked at the girl's face carefully. A familiar shadow could be seen from the outline of his facial features. He immediately took out his cell phone and took the photo.

Luo Wenzhou was not far from the small restaurant where they met. The car was parked on the side of the road. He just lit a cigarette and received a photo of Fei Du coming. After seeing the content, he was stunned and immediately transferred it to his colleague. The colleagues in the criminal investigation team were also extremely efficient. After ten minutes, they replied to him.

"Captain Luo, where did you find this photo? Yes, this should be the grandmother of Su Hui, the suspect in the girl trafficking case. The three generations of the Su family started this business. Su Hui's file shows that she is indeed an orphan, but the welfare home was already disbanded when she was a child. After so many years, people have almost died. Which welfare home is not easy to check, and it does have experience in going abroad, but it comes back a year later. The facial features are comparable, but there is a little error in her age. The age registered on her ID card is two years older than the one marked on the photo. The possibility of lying about her age is not ruled out."

In the restaurant, Fei Du held Su Hui's photo and asked Zhou Huaijin: "Can you tell me about this girl?"

"Yes, this girl is very important," Zhou Huaijin clicked the date behind the photo, "This is the last girl. Look, the marked date is April, and Zhou Yahou died in June that year. The old lady recalled that the girl lived in the villa for a while later and followed Zheng Kaifeng."

Fei Du's eyebrows closed: "Literal meaning?"

"Literally," Zhou Huaijin said in a deep voice, "Later my mother discovered it. She felt very disgusting and forced Zheng Kaifeng to send the girl back to China. The old lady who worked in the villa also returned to the main house."

Fei Du wanted to sigh for no reason - later, this lonely victim grew up and finally swam upstream of this sinful "industrial chain" as he wished and became a perpetrator.

She is like a human girl who was first embraced by a vampire in Western legends. She forgot the murderer and became the murderer.

"The last time we said goodbye, you told me that the tragedy of our family lies in the question of who my father was. Regarding this, the old lady said that the rumor that I might be Zhou Yahou's orphan was spread among the servants after Su Hui was forcibly sent away. This may sound like a conspiracy theory, but based on my understanding of Zheng Kaifeng, this person is insidious, greedy, petty, and can do anything."

"What you mean is that because Mrs. Zhou sent Su Hui away, Zheng Kaifeng was maliciously slandered and said that you were not Zhou Junmao's biological child." Fei Du asked, "Is there any basis for this?"

"Yes, you know that related fields abroad started early. If Zhou Junmao had doubts about my bloodline, why didn't he do paternity tests later? It would be too vain to believe it just by guessing."

Fei Du said slowly: "It's really unreasonable."

Zhou Huaijin whispered: "Zhou Junmao made a will abroad during his lifetime. In the appendix on the ownership of assets under his name, there is a paternity test paper, which explains why I am not his heir to inheritance. The appraisal document more than 20 years ago is exactly the opposite of the conclusions of your police."

Fei Du: "What do you mean is that more than 20 years ago, when you were a teenager, Zhou Junmao asked someone to do a paternity test, but he was tampered with it?"

"It sounds familiar? It's exactly the same as my method of slandering Yang Bo," Zhou Huaijin smiled bitterly, "It's really ironic. I took a lot of trouble to find the person from the appraisal company that year. This appraisal was made by Zhou Junmao instructed Zheng Kaifeng."

This is not a glorious thing. The tabloids want to report some scandals in wealthy families all day long. Of course, Zhou Junmao would not go to the test with great fanfare. If he wanted to do this appraisal, he would definitely ask his confidant to do it privately.

This confidant is Zheng Kaifeng who had killed someone with him. But obviously, he had a bit of wishful thinking about his relationship with Zheng Kaifeng.

"I told you last time that I was very scared for a while. I felt that Zhou Junmao wanted me to live. Every day, I had to take my letter to my house before I could sleep. I always thought it was because my mother was about to lose her way. Zhou Junmao had to endure enough--until I saw the date of the appraisal, that was then."

That should be twenty-one years ago. Zhou Huaixin was still young and Zhou Huaijin was in panic all day long. At the same time, it was just the time when Zhou returned to China with a high profile.

In order to pave the way for himself, Zheng Kaifeng artificially created a car accident and killed his competitor...

Fei Du's fingers hit the edge of the teacup one after another.

Zhou Junmao rarely returns to China, and the main domestic affairs are Zheng Kaifeng. Zheng Kaifeng dealt with "those people" as soon as he returned to China... Did it be that Zheng Kaifeng, the pretended tame Zhongshan wolf, had already begun to plan to take Zhou's family into his future?

Fei Du actually thought about how the financial owners like Zhou, who have a foundation abroad, boarded those people's boats?

From this point of view, there is also a connection between Su Hui.

Su Hui used her daughter Su Xiaolan to abduct girls and murdered the abandoned corpse after a transaction. Who helped their orphans and widows deal with the corpse?

Did she cooperate with those people before the body-spun land in Binhai was built?

Many years later, Zheng Kaifeng returned to China and found Su Hui, who was already old and beautiful. Did he become her "client" and thus met the person who handled the body?

The hidden lines connect the fragmentary events together over a long period of time, and vaguely create a vein.

But there is still a link in between, and Fei Du vaguely felt that it would be a very critical link.

"Where is Yang Bo?" he suddenly asked, "Have you found out the relationship between Zheng Kaifeng and Yang Bo?"

"It's been investigated. Yang Bo's father died thirteen years ago. He was the person who was involved in a car accident..."

Before Zhou Huaijin could finish speaking, Fei Du's cell phone suddenly shook uneasily.

Fei Du immediately picked it up: "Hey?"
Chapter completed!