It was another quiet night, which should have been a good time for late-night snacks, but there were two lonely souls sitting in the office.
Who knew it was their turn to be on duty that day?
This is the first time Yuan Chen has stayed so late in the office since Wei Chen was arrested.
More often than not, he would rush back early to go back to his father's house.
He also lived there.
This is the place where he grew up, witnessing his transformation from a babbling toddler to a young boy, and then from green to mature step by step.
Among them, the ones who have been by his side are his parents.
Over the years, they have grown from a pair of young people of similar age to middle-aged people who are now over fifty.
In this life, there are always things that must be done.
For some parents, children are nothing more than a derivative, a guarantee for their future retirement.
Raising children for old age is the most common principle.
Wei Chen is such a character to Wei Chunlai.
Feeding him, taking care of his clothes, and preventing him from dying before the age of 18 would be considered as fulfilling Wei Chunlai's legal obligations as a citizen.
As for love, it may be more or less mixed.
However, every life has its own special meaning from the moment it comes into the world.
For parents, children are more often than not a blood inheritance and a kind of sustenance.
They hope that their children will become successful and their daughters will become phoenixes. Most parents still hope that their children will do well.
The same is true for Yuan Chen's parents. They don't necessarily have a strong family fortune, nor do they have a lot of money or overwhelming power. What they do have is the most sincere love of their parents for their children.
This thing is called family affection.
Before the age of twenty, Yuan Chen always thought that he could be like an ordinary person, not expecting anything else, at least having a beautiful family relationship and a perfect family.
Until the day Lou Mingwan disappeared.
All good visions have been shattered.
After my mother left, my father was the only one left in this house, probably for ten years.
For the past ten years, I have basically been in country M, and I only go home a handful of times a year. Father, he has always lived alone like this.
In my impression, my father was a man of few words, not as affectionate as my mother, and even a little strict.
But he actually always knew how good his father was.
After a lifetime of hard work, it’s time to spend more time with him in the days to come.
"I'm so sleepy, this drama hasn't been updated, it's really boring!" Hao Weida complained, interrupting Yuan Chen's thoughts.
Hao Weida has always been critical of these dramas that only update a few episodes every week. It's like a very delicious chocolate that you can buy with money but is only available on certain days. This kind of chocolate can only be done.
The feeling of waiting is always uncomfortable.
Yuan Chen is watching a movie called "Crime", which tells the story of solving a crime. This is quite consistent with his profession. When others ask, he can also say that he is doing it to accumulate work experience.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside.
Yuan Chen raised his head and saw a man standing at the door.
He was wearing a suit, but it was as dirty as if he had been rolling on the floor all night after drinking too much. His hair was disheveled, and he was standing there awkwardly.
Yuan Chen waved to him and said "hello" in a soothing tone that wouldn't scare him.
The man turned his head over, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was low and hoarse, with an air of air-conditioning, quite similar to the temperament of the murderer in the movie.
"Can you please help me? I...I'm in some trouble."
"Of course, the duty of our people's police is to solve problems for the masses."
Hao Weida said loudly, not knowing who he learned this from.
"Come and sit first." Yuan Chen said, having already pulled out a chair.
The man sat in front of them, like an ant on a hot pot, but the space was too small and he couldn't move around.
"Tell me, what happened to you."
Yuan Chen then pressed the pause button. He always had an unpleasant feeling when he was halfway through the movie, but he had gradually gotten used to it over the years.
"I think, I think, I...my wife was possessed by something very scary."
The man took out his cell phone and pushed it in front of Yuan Chen.
It was a black-and-white video captured from a camera. It was located in a bathroom and captured the washbasin and a large mirror.
For more than a minute, the picture did not change at all. Hao Weida couldn't help but open his mouth and yawned.
"Ah——, let me tell you, what kind of bird thing did you shoot in this crappy video? Is it a static scene? I can't appreciate this thing."
Although Yuan Chen didn't say it explicitly, for a moment, he thought this was a picture.
"Shh."
The man put his index finger to his mouth and made a silencing gesture. His face was extremely solemn.
Suddenly, the picture was distorted and shaking. After a few seconds, the shaking disappeared. A woman with disheveled hair suddenly appeared in front of the mirror. Her head shook slightly and slowly lifted up. Her hair covered her entire face, and there was one side.
The hair slowly slid away, revealing one eye.
The video ended and the scene froze. Yuan Chen looked at one of the woman's eyes slanting upward in the mirror, meeting his gaze.
He picked up the phone and looked at that eye. Hao Weida came over and whispered: "She seems to be looking at you."
Before he finished speaking, the eyes in the picture that was obviously just the end suddenly moved, spinning around in their sockets.