Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    The eyes of the two collided.

    Time seems to be slowing down at this moment, although it is only a distance of less than two or three meters, it seems that every step is extremely long.

    When he is in office and in private, his whole body feels completely different.

    This morning, he could still look at himself with a smile. But at this moment, it seems to be indifferent as if looking at a stranger.

    Fu Zhihuan's gaze only paused on Wen Ruan for two or three seconds, then turned his head again and looked straight ahead.

    The two passed by.

    Wen Ruan lowered her eyes and gave way to the side.

    And when Fu Zhihuan's arm lightly touched her shoulder—

    "Wait for me."

    Fu Zhihuan lowered his voice and said so.

    Wen Ruan was slightly startled.

    It's like someone who doesn't care about the things around you suddenly gets distracted and focuses on you.

    Even if it's just a small detail that is not worth mentioning, it still gives a general illusion.

    As if he didn't seem so irrelevant to him anymore.

    At this moment, Wen Ruan's phone vibrated—

    [Qin Sushan]: [Frightened] [Frightened] Sister! Red Alert! reply ASAP!

    Wen Ruan rarely sees Qin Sushan's panicked look:

    【Wen Ruan】: What

    [Qin Sushan]: Didn't you check Moments today?

    【Wen Ruan】: No. what's wrong?

    [Qin Sushan]: You ran away from home in order to resist the marriage, and the Wen family did not care about it. In addition, you were famous on TV before, and now half of the famous ladies in Tongcheng know about it. .

    【Wen Ruan】: Then what?

    Wen Ruan didn't think he would be able to hide the fact that he ran away from home, so he felt it didn't matter.

    [Qin Sushan]: Then your cousin Xie Yanchi also found out. He reacted very violently and decided to learn from you. This morning, he took the little tender model he took care of and stole the family's money and ran away from home. He also specially posted on the circle of friends, angering the eldest lady who was engaged to him.

    Wen Ruan was silent for a while, then clicked on his cousin's circle of friends.

    The picture in the circle of friends is an airport selfie—

    Wen Ruan felt a little tired: "…"

    I am such a broken cousin, a typical playboy. Not long ago, the family arranged for him a fiancee who was well-matched and gentle and beautiful, and wanted him to learn to take care of himself.

    Unexpectedly, his heart was not taken away, but he followed his example and ran away from home.

    There are two common friends below the circle of friends:

    [Passenger A]: Young Master Xie, are you not afraid that your father will train you?

    [Xie Yanchi] replied [Passerby A]: Don't be afraid! I said that if my cousin doesn't go back, I won't go back. I have to learn from advanced women in the new era! Resist family marriage!

    Wen Ruan: “…”

    He's holding me in the gun?

    "Comrade Police, this is all the letters Lu Kechen sent me."

    Faced with the police, Qin Biyang's attitude was obviously more restrained than when he treated Wen Ruan. superior.

     Several police officers nodded and took it, and routinely asked him questions.

    "Do you know this person?"

    A police officer pushed over a photo of the deceased, "His name is Gu Chencheng, he is eighteen years old, and he was in the same class as your daughter three years ago."

    The person in the photo looks very young, but he has a flamboyant tin foil, and his face is full of disobedience that does not match his age.

    Gu Chencheng is the deceased who drowned in Dongyang Lake.

    He said, "I know. After Wan Wan's accident, I went to school, and only then did I know that it was Gu Chencheng and another boy who took the lead in bullying my daughter."

    "Have you seen him recently?"

    "I haven't seen it before, the case was over, you know, I..."

    When Qin Biyang said this, Wei paused for a while, then sighed, with a bit of vicissitudes in his tone: "It's too late to hate him, how can I meet him? And I don't want to worry about the past. After all, people cannot be resurrected from the dead.”

    Fu Zhihuan leaned against the sofa and looked up at the living room not far away.

    The emotion in his eyes did not waver, but he suddenly lowered his eyebrows slightly, and then walked towards the restaurant.

    Qin Biyang's wife was standing there with her daughter, and was looking at the living room with some embarrassment.

    Seeing Fu Zhihuan walking in her direction, Mrs. Qin pursed her lips and subconsciously took her daughter behind her, looking rather nervous.

    "Is this the glove box?"

    Fu Zhihuan stopped at the connection between the dining room and the living room, turned around, and focused on the wooden locker.

    There is a row of photos on the counter, all of which are photos of Qin Biyang and his new family in recent years.

    In every photo, Qin Biyang is grinning, and his happiness can be read from his eyes.

    Mrs. Qin nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, this cabinet is usually used to store the old sundries, and it's a mess."

    "Is it convenient to open it?"

    "Well, no problem."

    When Mrs. Qin saw such a group of police officers coming to her house, she was of course very nervous, so at this moment she was extraordinarily actively cooperating with her work.

    She found the key, stepped forward, and opened the cabinet door.

    Fu Zhihuan squatted down and carefully glanced at the items in the cabinet.

    It is indeed all debris, either some toolboxes with screwdrivers or the like, or hoarded soaps, or mosquito coils and candles and other items, as well as some abandoned alarm clocks and other small appliances .

    Fu Zhihuan looked down all the way, and then his eyes stopped on a thick album at the bottom.

    He reached out and opened—

    It is full of photos of Qin Biyang's deceased wife and daughter, including a family photo of three, and a separate life photo of his wife and daughter.

    From small to large.

    It can be seen that although Qin Biyang lives in poverty, he loves his family very much.

    Fu Zhihuan stretched out his hand, rubbed his thumb lightly on the edge of the album, then lifted up to check—

    Very clean.

    In this place, other items will be dusty, but this album is spotless.

    Fu Zhihuan didn't say anything, just closed the photo silently, then stood up, and asked casually, "When does your husband usually go home?"

    "He's a plumber. It's not summer anymore. He mainly goes out to help others install and repair air conditioners. ."

    "Well, thank you for your cooperation."

    Fu Zhihuan nodded, then turned around and swept in the direction of the door—

    You can see Wen Ruan's white skirt at a glance.

    Wen Ruan leaned against the handrail at the entrance of the stairs and browsed Weibo with her head down.

    Wen Ruan's thoughts were a little chaotic, and she didn't know why, like thousands of messes mixed together, making her feel agitated.

    She closed her eyes for a while, pondered for a while, then opened her eyes, raised her thumb and clicked on the dialog box with Professor Su, looking up to find something.

    A few days ago, Professor Su pushed Lu Kechen's contact information to himself.

    At that time, Wen Ruan was still hesitating whether to take over this troublesome and thankless case, so she did not add Lu Kechen's contact information.

    But at this moment, as if she had made a decision, she clicked to add friends.

    "Why are you here?"

    As soon as she initiated a friend request with Lu Kechen, Wen Ruan heard a familiar voice, still in a cold and lazy tone.

    Fu Zhihuan leaned against the door frame and looked at her with some inquiry: "This is not something you should be curious about."

    "It's not a curiosity, it's my job."

    Wen Ruan put away her phone, put her palm on the armrest, and straightened up: "Lu Kechen is my client, so I need to understand the whole story and details of this case."

    "But I remember that Lu Kechen asked you as an agent because he wanted to sue his classmates for extortion."

    Fu Zhihuan laughed, then narrowed his eyes: "It has nothing to do with this matter, right?"

    "So Prosecutor Fu is interrogating me now? That's fine, but you have to follow the procedure."

    Wen Ruan did not answer, but instead asked with a smile.

    When talking about business, she never likes to suffer.

    "Just a piece of advice."

    When Wen Ruan heard this, she lowered her eyes slightly, and she seemed to be eloquent just now, but now she suddenly restrained.

    Almost all the clues now point to Lu Kechen. Even if this matter is suspicious, it is certain that it has nothing to do with him.

    At this moment, a police officer in the house answered a call, then stood up with a serious expression, walked to Fu Zhihuan's side, and said solemnly—

     "Fu Jian, a newspaper reported the Dongyang Lake drowning case on Weibo, which caused a huge public sensation."

    This case was exposed by a Weibo authentication number called "Jiangcheng Newspaper".

    This official account not only briefly summarized the facts of the Dongyang Lake drowning case, but also repeatedly mentioned the first suspect of the case, Lu Kechen.

    Not only that, but this Weibo also listed the case that Lu Kechen was involved in three years ago. Coupled with the writing technique of pretending to be suspenseful, it was quite a suspense novel. a feeling of-

    "The girl who drowned and died indirectly because of school bullying three years ago happened to die in Dongyang Lake. And three years later, the boy who bullied the girl also died In Dongyang Lake. In these two seemingly accidental cases, Lu was in them at the same time."

    "Is this the retribution of karma, or the revenge of planning?"

    Once this report was published, it was quickly reprinted by the majority of netizens.

    The case that was gradually forgotten three years ago was brought up again. It even launched a number of analysis posts, digging out details from the case reports of the year.

    All kinds of conspiracy theories and inferences have come up, but they are inseparable, almost everyone guessed that Lu Kechen must be the murderer.

    "Is the investigation clear, where did this newspaper get such detailed information?"

    "After our inquiry, someone anonymously submitted it to the mailbox of Jiangcheng News this morning. Although the content only mentioned the drowning case in Dongyang Lake, as well as the identity of the deceased and his relationship with Lu Ke Chen’s relationship, but with the acumen of a reporter, it’s natural to be able to create based on this.”

    In addition to the rekindling of the dusty past three years ago, the intricate relationship caused an uproar.

    So not long ago, the superior immediately issued an order, requiring the Jiangcheng police and the procuratorate to find out within two weeks whether the case was an accident or a criminal case that needed to be prosecuted.

    The temporary emergency meeting has ended, and the participants frowned and left one after another with a solemn expression.

    Fu Zhihuan did not move. He leaned his body against the back of the chair and played with a pen in his right hand.

    "Fu Jian, it's very late today, go back first."

    Several colleagues persuaded this before leaving.

    Fu Zhihuan opened his eyes, he nodded, then adjusted his collar, stood up and said, "Okay."

    The colleague smiled and walked side by side with him in the corridor of the hospital.

    "You don't have to worry too much, our prosecutor's job is to make good prosecutions, and we don't have to worry about other things. And we have done so many cases, I can see it at a glance There is absolutely nothing to do with Lu Kechen, and it will be time to find out the evidence, just leave it to the reconnaissance agency to do it."

    "Well, I see."

    Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes, politely greeted him, and then turned around and entered his office.

    At this moment, the sky outside the window is completely dark, and there are some lights flickering on the tall buildings in the distance, looking deserted and lonely.

    Fu Zhihuan leaned his body into the leather office chair, closed his eyes a little tiredly, raised his hand and pinched his brow bone.

    Indeed, no matter which direction you look at, Gu Chencheng's death must have something to do with Lu Kechen.

    But when Lu Kechen was planning this case, he didn't seem to have any idea of ​​clearing his suspicions, but as if he wanted to tell the world that he was the murderer.

    Fu Zhihuan frowned and opened his eyes when he thought of this.

    He straightened up, raised his hand to pick up the phone on the table, and dialed: "Help me investigate, what else was involved in the school bullying case that indirectly caused Qin Wan's death three years ago? people."

    Outside the window, a bird rested on the branch, the branches and leaves collided, and there was a clattering noise.

    Fu Zhihuan put down the phone, and the look in his eyes deepened.

    Since Lu Kechen didn't want to cover up the identity of his murderer, why didn't he plead guilty or surrender?

    Maybe it's because he has unfinished plans.

    And, if Fu Zhihuan guessed correctly, Lu Kechen's purpose is not just revenge.

    He wanted this matter to be thoroughly fermented, causing an uproar and making everyone in the country focus on him.

    Lu Kechen wanted to put on a vigorous performance in front of these audiences.

    After Wen Ruan left Qin Biyang's house, she did not return to Fu Zhihuan's apartment, but returned to the law firm.

    At this time, there was no one in the office, and it was like a beast lurking under the huge darkness, which made people feel uneasy.

    Wen Ruan reached out and turned on the hall light.

    She came back here purely because in the office environment, it was more conducive to her thinking.

    Fu Zhihuan was right.

    If Lu Kechen is really a prisoner, in the current situation, stopping the loss in time and turning himself in is the best way for him to get a reduced sentence.

    But—

    Wen Ruan took out her mobile phone and clicked on WeChat.

    Lu Kechen did not apply through his friend.

    She lowered her eyes, her emotions were vague.

    In fact, as Fu Zhihuan said, he and Lu Kechen have not established a relationship between the client and the client, and Wen Ruan can stay out of this case.

    But since Wen Ruan saw the photo and listened to Qin Biyang's narration, an idea in her heart gradually became clear.

    When defending Lu Kechen three years ago, Wen Ruan realized that it is difficult for Lu Kechen to grow into a bully with Lu Kechen's character.

    But at that time, Lu Kechen insisted that he had done something wrong, which made Wen Ruan feel that there must be something hidden in it.

    And now, if the person was really killed by Lu Kechen, I am afraid that the secret that was buried three years ago can be completely surfaced.

    Wen Ruan didn't want to give up Lu Kechen.

    Three years ago, although she won a lawsuit, it also became a knot in her life.

    Although Lu Kechen seems to be acquitted, it can be seen that—

    Since Qin Wan died, he has never been pardoned.

    "You work so hard, and you stay in the office at night, don't you always have to give you the best employee award?"

    Suddenly, a slightly teasing male voice suddenly sounded behind Wen Ruan.

    She turned her head, and sure enough, she saw that familiar face.

    The man was leaning against the door of the law firm, with a cigarette still in his mouth, and a brand name brand all over his body, showing the meaning of a playboy.

    "What's the matter? Seeing your cousin's face is still mournful, afraid that I will take you home?"

    Xie Yanchi raised his eyebrows, pulled out the cigarette **** in his mouth, and wrung out the trash can beside him, then straightened up and walked in: "Pour me a glass Water, I'm tired after a day's flight."

    He found a comfortable seat and sat down, and the whole person was like a boneless nest: "By the way, I want ice."

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