Robbery, violent attacks, murders... The purpose and consequences of these behaviors are so intuitive, and there are clear penalties. As long as the criminals can be caught and evidence can be found, the victims can still get a similar statement.

However, this statement may not always be obtained.

For example, throwing stones on the road for fun, resulting in the death of an innocent passerby in a car accident; stealing manhole covers and street lights and wires, causing people walking on the night to fall into the bottom of the well to die; or social elites make a decision in an understatement, resulting in the displaced bankrupt person committing suicide in despair... Who should I ask these questions?

There is no distinction between high and low family members of the victim, and there is no distinction between pain and resentment. If you see the harm caused by others, the dead can suffer from guilt and conscience for life, and perhaps you can use this to comfort me. Unfortunately, the conscience of the world is not heavy enough. In the face of heavy self-condemnation, it will often fail under the excuses of self-paralyzing and numerous excuses--

I didn't mean it.

I'm not targeting you.

I didn't expect such consequences.

I'm also a victim to some extent...

But who made you unlucky?

In the final analysis, fate is the bastard/person who commits the crime.

I don’t know what the bad official car of the municipal bureau is. The steering wheel can never return to the right position and the brakes are slow. I always feel that I will rear-end the car in front of me by accident. There is a decadent atmosphere of preparing to strike. Luo Wenzhou thought that Mr. Fei, a prodigal man who uses luxury cars as bumper cars, would be furious if he takes two steps. Unexpectedly, he just frowned slightly when he gets started. Soon he became familiar with this old bus, and it didn’t seem cramped.

Luo Wenzhou noticed his driving route and couldn't help asking: "Where to go?"

"Hengai Private Hospital," said Fei Du, "Zhou Huaijin actually stayed in a public hospital for one day. On the night after recording the transcript, he transferred to the private office where they owned their own shares. His brother said that the environment was too noisy and was not conducive to the recovery of physical and mental trauma - I guess it was to avoid the media."

"Didn't he just cut a small mouth on his leg? I heard Tao Ran say that it was not as bad as it was. He strongly condemned this kind of waste of medical resources," Luo Wenzhou reached out and pointed Fei Du, "You guys should pay attention. Luxury and corruption are often the first step to corruption in character!"

Fei Du may have something wrong with this person. If he talks too much, he will die. He will always be serious for only three sentences. Hearing this, he immediately teased him with a chance: "This is considered a luxury? Then now when you are sitting in my car, am I so extravagant that I am "just as a rule"?"

Luo Wenzhou used a pair of sunglasses to block most of his face. After hearing this, he couldn't help but sigh, and he made a serious look under the bright world: "Baby, your sour and jealous teasing is only because of my thick skin. Did you use this trick when coaxing little fools to bed in the past? No wonder you are invincible."

Fei Du took back his unruly gaze and smiled without saying a word.

The public security, procuratorial and courts in Yan City are both near the city center and not far apart. After Feidu changed its route, they were about to pass by near the procuratorate.

The air in early autumn was dry, the sky was high, the clouds were light, and the sun seemed a little unrestrained. When the police car drove quietly through the back door of the procuratorate, he happened to see a middle-aged woman standing by the roadside.

She was carrying a bottle of mineral water, and a display board was hanging around her neck. On the display board were a few little girls with smiles. The woman's eyes were a little distracted. When she saw the police car, her eyes were followed subconsciously, revealing a bit of confusion that was stained with dusk air.

"That's Qu Tong's mother." Luo Wenzhou glanced at him and said to Fei Du, "I have seen him several times when I came here to report the case and take the record. Why has he become so old in just a few months?"

Fei Du: "Director Lu talked to me about this today."

Luo Wenzhou: "Hmm?"

Fei Du paused, and said in his voice intentionally or unintentionally: "But I don't know if it's my illusion, I always feel that he is testing my thoughts."

Luo Wenzhou's face did not move, and he turned his eyes quietly, looking at Fei Du through the cover of his sunglasses: "What do you think?"

"I don't know, it sounds... maybe he thinks I'll agree with the victim's family buying/the murderer killed Su Luozhan and the string of pedophiles who paid for the money to buy people." Fei Du shrugged, "Why, I look so strongly a sense of justice?"

Luo Wenzhou didn't say anything for a while, then he changed his lazy sitting position just now, sat up straight and crossed his legs, and his body language became serious.

"He also crossed out several old cases that I applied for review," said Fei Du. "I got a general understanding. Coincidentally, those cases seem to have more or less flaws. Some are frustrated with insufficient evidence, and some are the suspects who submitted psychiatric diagnosis instructions..."

"Fei Du," Luo Wenzhou smiled, "Is it Mr. Lu who tested you, or do you want to trick me?"

At the intersection with sparse traffic, the signal lights turned from yellow to red, and Fei Du slowly stepped on the brakes.

"I do know a little about this. My master had missed it when he got drunk for a while," Luo Wenzhou said, "If I guessed correctly, the old cases that Bureau Lu crossed out should have been adjusted when the last album plan was launched, right?"

Fei Du didn't expect him to be so easy to talk to, so he couldn't help but look at him.

"Except for the one who said he was mentally ill, the other cases were unfinished. At that time, the leader of the album plan wanted to re-examine these cases from another perspective, hoping to find some breakthroughs."

Fei Du listened quietly.

"But due to technical limitations and time has changed, a lot of evidence will be lost. Psychological portrait technology cannot be used as evidence in terms of maturity or credibility. These unclosed cases can only be used as research materials in the end. It is impossible to bring the suspects to justice. The seniors and experts who participated in the album program at that time all breathed a sigh of relief, and then at this moment, the suspects involved in the case had accidents one after another."

"What kind of accident?"

"Some have had bizarre accidents, some have disappeared, and one has committed suicide, leaving only a suicide note of surrender. The names that appear on the desk disappear one by one. It's so coincidental that if God hadn't suddenly opened his eyes and brought back some retribution, it could only be a situation - murder. The murderer has a very high IQ and even knows the deceased's knowledge of the deceased even more than the deceased himself. He is familiar with the police's routine of handling cases, and he is 100% of his own. The album plan was urgently stopped, and the bureau set up a secret task force, and all the people involved were suspended for investigation."

When Fei Du heard this, he understood why Luo Wenzhou avoided answering when Tao Ran asked about the "Picture Album Plan" at the dinner table. The people involved in this case were probably industry elites and experts in related disciplines. If they had not retired, they should have become respected seniors and managers.

"What happened later?"

"Later, the task force finally identified a suspect," Luo Wenzhou said. "I don't know exactly what happened, but there is no evidence to accuse him. This person is the soul of the album project. Many of the seniors who participated in the album project at that time were his students."

Fei Du immediately asked: "Who is this person?"

Luo Wenzhou shook his head: "I'm not sure, Mr. Yang didn't tell me. Later I tried to check it. His files were sealed, but according to my master's words, this person is dead."

"You're not sure," Fei Du whispered, "and you've found it."

Luo Wenzhou did not admit it or shook his head: "I have said so much, so it's time for you to be honest - why did you get into Yangongda, and why did you try your best to join the restarted 'Picture Album' plan? Don't tell me that I'm idle and purely curious."

Fei Du fell silent.

The two of them sat side by side in the front seat of the narrow car, thinking that they were only a few fists away, but there seemed to be a cold and heavy wall in the middle.

Fei Du's eyes flashed slightly, and Luo Wenzhou seemed to hear the sound of the gates opening in his heart layer by layer. The owner was calmly weighing the number of safe doors needed to open and how many to display in exchange for what he wanted.

When the on-board navigation showed that it was almost time to reach the destination, Luo Wenzhou pried out a sentence from Fei Du's mouth.

"You know I have always suspected that my dad is related to my mom's death." Fei Du said, "Even if you rule out his suspicion, I still feel this way in my heart and cannot be removed. In theory, intuition is related to human subconsciousness. I really want to know why I have such deep-rooted suspicion, so I'm trying to find a way to trace back my childhood."

"I remember that my house had a basement at that time. Only my dad had the keys himself, and even my mom could not get close to it. Just like the locked room at Bluebeard's house, I secretly planned it for half a year before getting the keys and passwords, and slipped in..."

Luo Wenzhou keenly heard his voice paused with difficulty.

"...I saw an open folder on his desk, inside it was... cough..." Fei Du said this, and coughed as if he was choking in the wind. He turned his face out the window, closed the car window, and continued with a hoarse voice, "I choked, sorry - there were dozens of papers inside. I glanced at it. I was too young to recognize words. I only vaguely remembered that there seemed to be words such as 'malignant events' and 'psychotrauma'. The paper was signed by 'Fan Siyuan'. Later, when I checked this person, I found that he was too mysterious. There were no other clues except for teaching at Yangong University."

Luo Wenzhou didn't answer, and he knew that Fei Du was nonsense at first hearing - he saw various documents on his parents' desk when he was a child. Except for one time, he tore up his father's meeting minutes and was beaten up by a paper-stacked plane, he didn't even remember the other punctuation marks.

"Why would a businessman look at these things in his secret study? Don't you find it strange?" Fei Du drove the police car into the parking lot of Hengai Hospital. "Since I broke in, my father has abandoned the place and moved nothing in it. I haven't found where he moved the things in the study for so many years - that stack of mysterious papers is my last memory."

"Oh," Luo Wenzhou responded lightly. After the car stopped, he unbuttoned his seat belt. He didn't know whether to accept Fei Du's true or false explanation. "What do you want to ask in the future? Come and ask me directly. I like to explain the words more clearly. If you can tell you, I will answer immediately. You don't need to sell your lust. If you can't say it, even if my brain cells collectively have half of the chromosomes, I won't say a word. There is no need to use such a roundabout way to me."

Fei Du was stunned and realized what he meant: "Wait, do you think I asked you for this?"

Luo Wenzhou ignored him and reached out to push the cart door. Fei Du grabbed his shoulder.

"Senior Brother," Fei Du not only did not get angry, but laughed, "I've wanted to ask a long time ago, are you a little afraid of me?"

Luo Wenzhou almost raised his long eyebrows out of the sunglasses frame: "I'm afraid of you? What am I afraid of you?"

"I'm afraid that I'll waste your feelings, I'll have ulterior motives, I'll get out of control by myself and will not end in the end..." Fei Du said word by word, "Who did I guess right?"

Luo Wenzhou's face darkened, and he raised his hand to take him down from him: "You just want to do this..."

Fei Du: "Are you still afraid that I will let you get out of bed?"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He had never seen such a bold and arrogant person in his life, and he had gained great insight.

Luo Wenzhou was speechless, so he simply shut up and took Fei Du out of the car.

As soon as the two of them came out of the parking lot, they saw the entrance of Hengai Hospital full of media cars. A group of people stretched their necks and looked in. Suddenly, someone shouted: "Here you come out!"

The shutter sounded.

"Prepare!"

"Hey, you'll take photos when you're close."

"Don't squeeze!"

"This is a coincidence." Fei Du looked over and looked at it, "Zhou Huaixin didn't tell me that his brother was discharged from the hospital today."

Zhou Huaijin's injury was actually not as serious as the saliva he choked in Baisha River. He could be discharged after a little treatment. However, after all, he was a young master with a golden spoon in his mouth. His flesh was of course a little delicate than ordinary people. He lay in his own hospital for three days before he carefully went out in a wheelchair.

Zhou Huaixin personally pushed the wheelchair to pick him up, and was prepared for the chaos at the door. He directed a large group of black-clad bodyguards to rush forward and simply and roughly protected Zhou Huaijin behind the wall. He then took off his non-mainstream jacket and covered Zhou Huaijin's body, blocking the camera behind him.

Zhou Huaijin smiled with a good temper: "Photo shoot, don't cover it."

Zhou Huaixin pushed him out. After a moment of silence, he said, "Brother, do you have nothing to say to me?"

Zhou Huaijin has a very graceful demeanor. Even when she is in a wheelchair, she is very pleasing to the eye. She does not look like Zhou Huaixin’s relatives: “What did you say?”

Zhou Huaixin looked back at his back, and whispered to Zhou Huaijin in amid a clamor, "Brother, no matter what, no matter what you did... you are my brother."

"What are you saying? I'm not your brother, who else can it be?" Zhou Huaijin paused and laughed. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand at Zhou Huaixin.

Zhou Huaixin was like a thin dog with bad character. He stared at his hands for a while, then lowered his head with a well-trained training, allowing Zhou Huaijin to gently rub his head on his head, his tight shoulders gradually relaxed, and a peaceful smile appeared on his face like a ghost.

Zhou Huaijin said in a gentle voice: "Let's go, we're going home."

Zhou Huaixin nodded gently, put the coat he had just taken off on his brother's lap, and carefully pushed the wheelchair to avoid the stones on the ground.

A pair of eyes looked at them from afar and thought to themselves: How warm.

What does it matter if you watch the fun for someone who is unknown outside for a while? They still have a wealthy family, luxury car bodyguards accompany you, and are in a glorious atmosphere. If you ask someone to take a few photos today, tomorrow you will have news that "the legacy dispute is false, and the Zhou family's future head of the family has a deep brotherly relationship."

No one will ever know the dirty things under their glamorous skin. Everyone is waiting to watch the exaggerated and artificial performances of celebrities in society, and no one will care about the lives hidden between the lines.

Some people are probably only worthy of taking advantage of other people's news from birth to death.

But why?

Zhou Huaixin's phone rang, and he was stunned and answered: "Master Fei?"

"Look up and look across."
To be continued...