"I actually asked," Fu Jiayi said, "My dad told me that he sold one of my grandpa's collections. He didn't tell me what it was, and he asked me not to mention it in front of my mother.
Said she didn't know."
Gu Jingzhi once said that her father liked to study antiques. Lei Qiushi also said that Fu Hongbin had done a lot of research in this area. But in addition to a few antique-related books in his study, there was also the reading table
Except for the desk, which seemed to be of some value, there were no other valuable antiques.
These words are obviously prevarication.
"Do you still remember the day you heard your father call?" Lu Wuchuan asked.
Fu Jiayi thought for a moment and said, "After Christmas, probably on the 278th."
"He didn't notice you outside the study?" Lu Wuchuan felt that Fu Hongbin's vigilance should not be so low.
"Probably not." Fu Jiayi said, and added, "I never wear slippers in the bedroom. Sometimes I forget to wear them when I go out at night. There is basically no sound when I walk."
Lu Wuchuan asked again: "How did your father behave after that, or did he talk to you about anything?"
"No, he behaved quite normally." Fu Jiayi pursed his lips, "I think... he may have done something wrong, but he must have had no choice but to do it. He didn't want to help others do evil anymore, and he couldn't get away, so he chose... to end it.
own life."
His voice was slightly choked: "Maybe he doesn't want me to do this, but I don't want him to die in an unknown way."
"Do you know what this means?" Lu Wuchuan asked.
"I know it's not our family's money, so I will hand it over in full. If it's not enough, I will make money to pay it back in the future." Fu Jiayi sniffed, "I'm still young, and I will pay it off sooner or later. Now...
…I just hope this matter can be investigated clearly and the bad guys will not be allowed to go unpunished.”
I have to say that although Fu Jiayi is young, he is very courageous, which is really admirable.
"I can't make any promises to you yet, but I can promise that I will try my best."
The case has been closed under the instructions of his superiors. If he wants to re-investigate, he will have to go through some twists and turns. But Xie Changyu allowed Fu Jiayi to come to Lu Wuchuan, which shows that he has not completely given up on the case. With his support, maybe
There is still room for change.
Fu Jiayi reluctantly twitched the corners of his lips: "Uncle Xie told me that it might take some time. It's okay. I can wait."
"Is there anything else?" Lu Wuchuan hoped to get more clues from him.
It's a pity, Fu Jiayi shook his head.
Lu Wuchuan asked him again: "Has the person who asked you to meet last time contacted you again?"
"He called me again and asked me if I had prepared the materials. I told him that I would give them to him after the holiday." Fu Jiayi said, "I didn't tell him that I was going back to China. It was only two days away.
It’s officially a holiday and I changed my flight ticket.”
"If he contacts you again, just tell him that your mother is not in good health and you have to come back early." After Lu Wuchuan warned him, he added, "I will go find Xie Bureau right now. If you think of anything after you go back, please contact me at any time."
"Okay, thank you, Officer Lu." Fu Jiayi stood up and prepared to leave. He smiled at Duan Mo and said, "Thank you too, policewoman sister."
Duanmo smiled politely back: "I'll take you out."
When she sent the person to the elevator and returned to the office, she saw Lu Wuchuan sitting at his desk and looking at the computer.
She asked strangely: "Didn't you say you were going to thank the game? Why haven't you left yet?"
"Read the information again." Lu Wuchuan stared at the screen and suddenly said, "Don't smile at him next time."
Duan Mo had a look of confusion on his face, and then he realized that he was talking about Fu Jiayi.
"...It seems like I should be more worried, right?" She found it funny. She clearly knew that his orientation was male, so there was nothing to be jealous about.
Lu Wuchuan raised his eyes and glanced at her: "What do you have to worry about?"
Duanmo put his hands on the table and said through the computer: "What if I get turned over by him, where can I find such a good boyfriend again?"
Lu Wuchuan was successfully pleased by the second half of the sentence, and he unconsciously curled up his lips: "This can't happen."
He went to find Xie Changyu, leaving Duanmo alone in the office to reorganize the information about Fu Hongbin.
I don’t know how long it took, but the cell phone on the desk rang. It was a message: Girl, eight o’clock in the evening, Bagua Street Post Office.
The sender is an unknown number.
Duan Mo stared at this meaningless sentence, wondering if he had made the wrong pronouncement, when suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and realized something.
She called the phone directly, and sure enough, the phone was turned off.
In private, Lu Wuchuan would not only call her Momo, but also little girl.
There was only one person who called her girl - Cui Yinghua. Lu Wuchuan also found it interesting after hearing this title, so he called her little girl.
Ji Yu called her a few days ago and told her that Cui Yinghua had lost contact and asked her to pay attention.
So, could it be her who sent this message?
Looking at the time, nearly an hour has passed since Lu Wuchuan went to see Xie Changyu. He will get off work in forty minutes, and he doesn't know when he will be back.
In any case, Duanmo thought he should go to Bagua Street tonight.
In the following time, she continued to sort out the information on hand, but her mind was not on it at all.
She thought a lot about her acquaintance with Cui Yinghua, arresting the suspect together, and what she had said to herself...
It was approaching half past five, and Lu Wuchuan returned to the office. He didn't even bother to ask him what Xie Bureau said, and quickly told him about the strange message he received.
Lu Wuchuan read the message and did not do any further analysis. He just said, "I'll go with you."
In Liancheng in June, the sunset time is around 7:20 in the evening, twilight falls, and by 7:50, it is completely dark.
As night approaches, the hustle and bustle of the day gradually recedes.
It's been a few days since I picked up the newly purchased car. Although the injury on Lu Wuchuan's arm has healed to some extent, Duan Mo is still driving the car for the time being.
The black off-road vehicle parked at the corner of the intersection more than ten meters away from the Bagua Street Post Office. From here, you can see the main door of the post office and the iconic green mailbox.
Today, with the rapid development of the Internet, the postal service is no longer the only platform for communication. In particular, the sites of major logistics companies have mushroomed in the streets and alleys, and the post office has gradually faded out of people's daily life.
It's long past the off-duty time, and apart from the mailbox that still stands in front of the closed door, there are only occasional passers-by.
It was five minutes before the eight o'clock stated in the message. Duan Mo put her hands on the steering wheel and searched around the post office. She felt that there was a pair of eyes staring in their direction from somewhere she couldn't see.
A hand with sharp bones covered the back of her hand, and a deep voice sounded in her ears: "Don't be nervous, get off the car when the time comes."