He Cheng is shameful, selfish, and feels glad.

“Where to go?”

He sat quietly in the car for a while, until the number of vehicles returning after get off work gradually increased. The community security guards cast condemnational eyes at them, and He Cheng started the car and drove the car on the road.

The "love injury" in Chu Xingyun's heart was not deep or shallow, as if the scar was scratched by Xiaoman with melon seeds. He made up his mind and wiped it with his hand and it was smooth.

Perhaps it was expected that Yang Shu would not be able to accompany him to the end, so she did not feel much sad about the sloppy ending of this relationship. It was just that some people's normal feelings were not sad, but it was enough to leave a mark in his heart.

"I'm hungry for a day when I find a place to eat."

He said.

He Cheng paid attention to his facial expression and found that he looked down at his phone, and a trance-confused expression appeared on his face.

He felt that Yang Shu was saying something to him, or that he was saying something to Yang Shu, or that Yang Shu regretted it and wanted to make peace with him?

In short, the puzzled and surprised expression on Chu Xingyun's face became deeper and deeper.

He Cheng suddenly turned sharply to the right, and with a sudden brake, the vehicle stopped steadily on the side of the road.

Chu Xingyun was thrown hard by inertia. Before he could stabilize his body, he heard He Cheng say coldly, "What's wrong? Do you need to send you back?"

Chu Xingyun pinched the phone that was almost removed from his hands and turned to look at him in a daze: "Ah?"

He Cheng held the steering wheel tightly, looked at the traffic flow in front of the car window with a expressionless face, and suddenly touched the corner of his lips and showed a faint sneer: "Can't you see through it? Yang Shu doesn't have the courage or ability to stand with you, and you can't give her the comfortable and stable life she wants. Why do you just refuse to take your eyes off her!"

Although he was right, Chu Xingyun still felt confused and said in confusion: "What are you talking about?"

He Cheng turned his head and looked straight at him, his eyes firm, resolute, and full of courage. He held a trump card in his hand and couldn't come out: "Yang Shu, I'm talking about Yang Shu."

Chu Xingyun's brows gradually calmed down, and he was silent for a moment, and looked at him seriously and said, "Yang Shu has passed."

He Cheng's eyes flashed and he hurriedly said, "Then you just now--"

Chu Xingyun smiled briefly, raised the cell phone in his hand, and said, "Work."

He Cheng suddenly unsealed his safety, leaned over and approached the passenger seat, raised his right arm to hold the back of the chair behind Chu Xingyun, and squeezed his chin with his left hand forcing him to turn to look at him.

Chu Xingyun felt that the light in the car dimmed, and his jaw was clamped by his cold fingers again. The slight and heavy force still made his jaw hurt, and he turned his head to meet He Cheng's gaze.

"Chu Xingyun, listen well, I want to tell you something, you may be surprised, but listen-"

At this critical moment, a mechanical and pleasant cell phone ring suddenly rang in the closed car.

Chu Xingyun's heart suddenly jumped, and he panicked. He quickly pushed away He Cheng's hand, and didn't even look at the caller ID, and answered the phone in panic.

It was Yang Kaitai who told him the results of today's visit.

This morning, as soon as Wu Xiaoshuang and Wu Yaowen left, he became suspicious of Wu Xiaoshuang. The victim's fiancée, who had been deliberately ignored, turned into Sun Shibin's "accomplice". Although her confession did not involve herself and was not enough to cause trouble, she had already wade through this dirty water, so she had to go to the end.

While listening to Yang Kaitai's words, he secretly went to He Cheng with his eyes.

He Cheng had already sat back on the driver's seat and put down the car window. He put his arms on the window and supported his forehead. His side face was tightly stretched, his jaw lines kept twitching, his eyes were fierce and hot. His left hand, who was holding the steering wheel, suddenly clenched his fist and punched him hard on the steering wheel!

A loud and harsh car flute blended into the traffic, not very abrupt, but Chu Xingyun's heart trembled and even had the desire to get out of the car and escape.

For some reason, He Cheng's interrupted conversation suddenly reminded him of the time in the hospital. He Cheng made a move to lock the door and trap him in the ward. He felt that he could not accept the words He Cheng was about to say and was interrupted and dared not hear them, so he just wanted to escape now, and was eager to escape. It was not to escape from He Cheng, but to escape from the ambiguous and strange atmosphere at this time, because he knew very well how low his resistance to He Cheng was. No matter how ridiculous He Cheng made to him, his willpower would gradually collapse under He Cheng's insistence. He indulged He Cheng to the point of being willing to give up the bottom line and lose himself.

Just because he expected that he could not fight against He Cheng, he was now panicked and wanted to get out of the car and escape.

He did do this, but the car door was locked and he didn't dare to talk to He Cheng at this time, so he had to sit in the passenger seat, spending all his thoughts on observing He Cheng, and he didn't hear anything Yang Kaitai was saying to him.

He saw He Cheng's gloomy face, he became more and more angry, more annoyed, and more and more lost, and a trace of soft and helpless sadness spread in his eyes.

Chu Xingyun felt moved, feeling sorry for He Cheng's powerless sadness and anger. He suddenly hung up the phone, gritted his teeth, and was very cruel, intending to let him say it. No matter what the result was, he was willing to bear it-

A noise suddenly sounded at the intersection ahead, which immediately attracted his chaotic and distracted attention.

Two private cars rear-ended at the intersection of the evening rush hour. The one who rear-ended was a female driver with a loud voice. She pointed at the driver behind the car while watching from passers-by, and cursed. Before the traffic police arrived, she sat on the front of the car that hit her butt.

Their angle coincided with that, directly behind the scene of the small car accident, the dashcam on the Ford SUV driver's bridge happened to capture the entire incident.

Chu Xingyun looked at the messy crowd, then looked at the scene in the live recorder, knocked on the car window, and said, "Cough, open the door, I'll go down and take a look."

He Cheng glanced at him and unlocked the car door with a cold face.

Chu Xingyun pushed open the car door and just stepped out his right leg. He suddenly stopped and sat back as if he thought of something. He frowned and leaned over to the recorder. He found that the SUV was taller, so the recording angle of the recorder was higher than that of an ordinary car. At this time, the crowd in front was shot in a downward state. If it was replaced with a car with a lower chassis, the shooting angle would be lower, either looking straight or looking up.

If he remembers correctly, the shooting scenes in the dash cam provided by Wu Xiaoshuang are almost the same as the angle of the top shot in the Ford SUV at this moment.

The point is that Sun Shibin's gray Hyundai is not a high-chassis SUV, but an ordinary sedan with a low-chassis-

Chu Xingyun felt a burning blood surge on his head and face, making his face red, and his pupils were like a broken glass, which divided many messy scenes, as if they were a puzzle pieced together, and the broken scenes seemed to be inconsistent, but there were actually thousands of connections. These clues that were deliberately disturbed or even deliberately fabricated were held in the hands of the same person.

A pair of gray eyes wrapped in cold light appeared in a cracked lens.

At the shopping mall on Wangjing Road, Yang Kaitai stood by the escalator, avoiding the crowded center, and dialed the phone that Chu Xingyun was hanging up in a confused manner. After ringing twice, he quickly hung up. He thought that maybe Chu Xingyun had something else to do now, and he hadn't seen anyone here yet. When he saw someone, it would not be too late to ask for some clues before reporting.

About forty minutes ago, they learned that Wu Yaowen's ex-wife Yao Juan was working as a cleaning service in this mall. It was the turn of night shift today, so Yang Kaitai and Zhao Feng came to the mall to find Yao Juan, but they couldn't see anyone for a long time. Yao Juan's colleague said that she came at around five o'clock and hadn't seen her work since she came and didn't know where she was. She saw her sitting in the women's bathroom more than an hour ago. After being scolded by the manager, she didn't know where she went and has not shown up yet.

Yang Kaitai asked the shopping mall doorman and security guards that they belonged to the same department and were very familiar with each other. According to what they said, Yao Juan did not walk out of the shopping mall building, which means that Yao Juan intended to hide.

Who should I hide? The police? She knows the police will ask her about it today?

Yang Kaitai informed the team and Chu Xingyun. After a while, Zhao Feng called him: "The person was found, the employee lounge on the 16th floor."

The cleaning staff's lounge was very simple, with several double-layer camp beds, a table and a wardrobe. Yang Kaitai found the lounge that Zhao Feng mentioned and saw Zhao Feng standing at the door and Yao Juan sitting under the camp bed near the door.

Yao Juan is thin, her skin is lacking in maintenance and care, and her oil and moisture are consumed and dried up. In fact, she is only in her forties and is still young, but her white hair and the dense wrinkles on the corners of her forehead, eyes and jaws all make the woman age too quickly.

Wu Yaowen said that she was in poor health and was sick all year round, but her medical records and cases were not visible. It seems that it is true now.

"I don't know you're looking for me, so I slept here for a while."

Yao Juan was wearing yellow clothes and black pants cleaning clothes, sitting by the bed, twisting her hands on her legs, and did not dare to look up when she spoke, revealing her sparse white hair.

Yang Kaitai did not expose her clumsy lies. He found that this woman was not afraid, but sad.

"It's okay, we're just asking you a few questions."

Yang Kaitai gently closed the door and looked around the room, but did not find the stool. So he sat cross-legged across from Yao Juan and said chatting: "Auntie, your ex-husband Wu Yaowen, have you been to your house in the early morning of May 7?"

Yao Juan has been immersed in a kind of sadness. She buried her head low and covered her tears. Her tone was even more swallowed and weak, and her hands, like dead branches, trembled slightly.

"Um."

She said.

"When did you arrive? When did you leave?"

"It's past two in the morning, and I left after a while."

"Did he say why he left?"

"He said, something is wrong."

Yang Kaitai saw a tear falling from her face on the back of her hand, and then she wiped it away with her hands.

"Have you contacted your daughter, Wu Xiaoshuang, on May 6th and 7th?"

When talking about Wu Xiaoshuang, Yao Juan buried her head lower, and her neck looked like a dead branch about to be crushed. Her whole body shrank together, constantly rubbing her twisted palms.

She stammered: "No, after I divorced Lao Wu, Xiaoshuang rarely contacted me."

Yang Kaitai smiled childishly: "Why? Even if you divorce, you are her mother."

Yao Juan didn't speak.

Yang Kaitai lowered his eyes, looked at the tiled floor with incandescent lights and was silent for a while, raised his head and looked at Yao Juan, and said calmly and gentlely as if he was chatting with the elders at home: "Is it because, aren't you her biological mother?"

Yao Juan slowly raised her eyes. The only part on her body that had no aging was her eyes. Her eyes looked like a deer, which looked bright and shiny because it was covered with water. There was a simple confusion in her eyes, and the panic and doubt that was frightened by the wind and the movements.

"You, why do you say that?"

"We found out that Wu Xiaoshuang was following Wu Yaowen to Yinjiang. He didn't know you at that time. The census was incomplete thirteen years ago. Although the relationship between you and Wu Lishuang in the household registration book is mother and daughter, we have carefully checked your case. I am bluntly, aunt, you seem to have no fertility."

Yao Juan lowered her head again and rubbed her hands hard like a farmer woman rubbing the corn cob. The rough and cracked back of her hands were rubbed into blood red.

Her voice was low and trembling, and she said, "Yes, I am not Xiaoshuang's biological mother, she was brought out by Lao Wu from her hometown."

Yang Kaitai looked at her and showed a soothing smile: "Don't be nervous, the police did not suspect that you did anything illegal, I just want to ask you-"

As he said that, Yang Kaitai paused, looked at her eyes that had faded from the water, and asked, "Is Wu Yaowen Wu Xiaoshuang's father? I mean, is she her biological father?"

Yao Juan raised her head suddenly, opened her eyes wide, and a layer of red light quickly appeared in her eye sockets. Her trembling tone was like falling branches and leaves, fearless and fragmented.

"Xiaoshuang, of course, of course-"

Her chest seemed to be blocked, her breath broke and her ups and downs, so Yang Kaitai interrupted her: "Auntie, we don't want to make things difficult for you, but you have to tell the truth. We have clues that Wu Xiaoshuang is not Wu Yaowen's biological daughter. I asked you, just want to take a shortcut. If you don't cooperate, DNA identification will also tell us the truth."

At this moment, Yao Juan suddenly plucked up a little courage and said the first logically perfect sentence tonight, "When I met Xiaoshuang, she was already twelve years old. I also asked Old Wu Xiaoshuang if he was his biological child, and he said yes. But he had never been married before, and he was a ruler. I don't believe that he had children with other women before getting married, so I asked him who Xiaoshuang's biological mother was. I asked twice, and he said two different names. I knew he was lying, so he advised me that Xiaoshuang was filial and I couldn't have children, so what's wrong with raising Xiaoshuang as his biological daughter? I won't ask him about Xiaoshuang's biological mother anymore. Young man, I don't know if Xiaoshuang is his biological daughter, really don't know."

Yang Kaitai pondered for a moment and said, "Then can I ask, why did you divorce Wu Yaowen five years ago?"

Yao Juan was stunned and repeated his words like a learning tongue: "Why, why?"

Yang Kaitai said: "When you are sick, Wu Yaowen will go to take care of you, which means that there is no such thing as splitting each other's relationship, and your infertility has not become a reason for divorce. Wu Yaowen married you when he learned about your condition, right? Then what was the reason for your divorce from him?"

Yao Juan stood up suddenly, her body was extremely thin and thin. She wore her cleaning clothes and was empty and swung the wind, as if she was covering a skeleton.

She walked to the table and picked up her thermos and drank a few sips of water. She calmed down slightly, turned her back to Yang Kaitai, and her bony shoulders shrank with hunched over: "Can I not say it?"

Yang Kaitai stood up from the ground, with a little toughness in his tone, and said, "Please be sure to tell the truth."

Yao Juan was silent for a while, and suddenly moved and sat down on the bed beside the table. She held the thermos tightly in her hand, and tears began to fall in her eyes, as if she had recalled extremely embarrassing and sad memories, saying: "One day, I helped Xiaoshuang wash clothes, and found Lao Wu, Lao Wu, and Lao Wu's underwear in her clothes!"

The thermos fell to the ground with a bang, and hot water splashed on the cold floor, radiating water splashing.

Yao Juan covered her face with her hands, and a whimper sound floated between her thin fingers.

Yang Kaitai couldn't ask anymore, and left the lounge with Zhao Feng. Suddenly, he heard Yao Juan whispering her chest and stamping her feet: "Why are you here so quickly!"

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