Mrs. Lu's shoulders trembled and she turned her head stiffly, looking at the mosaics in the plastic bag. She couldn't catch her breath, rolled her eyes and fainted.

Lu Jingchi threw the watch back, looked at the other plastic bags, and asked, "It's so small, so I guess I haven't found all of them, right?"

"Yes, we only found part of it, and we are still searching hard for the rest."

Lu Jingchi stood up, with a trace of sadness in his eyebrows. He looked at the police, "Please, we must catch the murderer."

"Of course, even without Mr. Lu's advice, we will go all out to bring the murderer to justice."

"Thanks."

"It's your duty, no need to say thank you." The police showed him a few more photos, "These were the photos taken before he disappeared. He seems to have received an invitation from someone to come here."

"However, there are too few surveillance cameras here, and no one has lived in this villa for a long time. There are too few surveillance cameras that can be photographed, so I don't know who else has been here."

"Where's his cell phone?"

"It's not found. It must have been destroyed by the murderer. We'll find out when the communication records are retrieved."

Lu Jingchi nodded and chatted for a while before someone carried Mrs. Lu back to Lu's house.

Mrs. Lu was frightened and fell ill after returning. When she woke up, she was listless and she didn't even have the strength to speak.

As long as she closes her eyes now, those things will appear in her mind. Even when she drinks water, she feels like she is drinking blood. She will vomit after taking one sip.

Lu Jingchi did not return to Yujiangting for the time being, and took Jiang Lan to live in Luzhai.

Jiang Lan likes it here because she can continue playing with her baby.

Mrs. Lu leaned against the bed, her eyes empty.

Lu Jingchi was sitting next to her peeling fruit when he suddenly heard Mrs. Lu say: "Have the identification results come out?"

"Well, it's out."

She slowly turned her head, looked at Lu Jingchi dully, and asked hoarsely: "Is it him?"

Lu Jingchi stopped peeling, looked up at Mrs. Lu, and after a moment, said two words.

"It's him."

Mrs. Lu closed her eyes in despair, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes.

"You said this old guy, when his head turns into this, I wonder if Izumi Youzhi will die with his eyes in peace?"

Lu Jingchi said nothing and continued peeling the fruit.

Mrs. Lu choked up and said, "Son, tell me honestly, does his death have anything to do with you?"

Lu Jingchi didn't even raise his head, "Then do you want to have a relationship with me, or not?"

Mrs. Lu was suddenly choked and didn't know how to answer the question for a moment.

She looked at Lu Jingchi for a long time before speaking with difficulty, "He is your father."

"You've already said this." His voice was so calm that it made Mrs. Lu's hair stand on end.

It's not even like peeling fruit in his hands, it's more like killing people.

Mrs. Lu's face was stained with fear, and her face became paler and whiter. "Although, although he has been confused during this period, but after so many years, don't you have any feelings for him?"

"How do you stay so calm?"

Lu Jingchi asked her: "What should I do otherwise? Can I express my feelings for him by lying in bed and grieving like you?"

"you......"
Chapter completed!