"New dad?"

As soon as this title came out.

Even Ying Zhan was startled.

Yingqian was already used to it, so he waved his hand casually and said:

"Your father is dead."

"oh."

Feng Yinpo lowered his head in a somewhat depressed manner.

But not even a second.

He smiled again.

"It doesn't matter." Fengyin narrowed his eyes, shook his calves, and said nervously: "I don't want a father, Xiaoyin just has a mother!"

"Your mother is dead too."

Yingqian pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Fengyin. She flipped through the file twice and asked:

"You killed them all, do you remember?"

She seemed to have asked Feng Yin.

He tilted his head.

There was a look of doubt in his eyes.

"But mom, are you right in front of me?"

Fengyin didn't speak human words, and Yingqian didn't bother to argue with him and asked the next question directly.

"Your last parents were the two people you turned into butterflies. Do you remember them?"

"Um."

He behaved very well this time.

After nodding.

He blinked and explained.

"Mom, don't be angry. They are not mom and dad. It's Xiaoyin who is stupid and mistaken for the wrong person."

Fengyin seems to be afraid of Yingqian's anger.

He put his fingers into his mouth and anxiously nibbled twice. He didn't let go until he saw blood, and then secretly glanced at Yingqian with a timid look.

"Good boy."

Yingqian gave a perfunctory compliment and continued to ask:

"Besides them, do you recognize other people and think they are your parents?"

Listen to the conversation in the interrogation room.

The little policeman guarding the door was completely stunned.

How could she actually make Feng Yin, a lunatic, speak?

Did you even chat with him?!

What kind of boss is this?

Or should I say...

In fact, Yingqian also has underlying mental illness?

After interrogating Feng Yin for a long time, but not even a single word was asked, the young police officer was forced to see a psychiatrist. At this time, he was completely convinced.

The eyes fell on Yingqian.

There was even more admiration mixed with a hint of fear.

Fengyin tilted his head, seeming to be recalling Yingqian's question very seriously.

After a while.

He grinned and nodded vigorously.

"Yes! Xiaoyin often admits the wrong person!"

often?!

Ying Qian and Ying Zhan looked at each other and saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.

Mistaken for his parents by Toyone.

That's not a good thing.

"Where are they?"

Yingqian asked further.

Moving slightly closer to Feng Yin, she thought for a moment and then said:

"Xiaoyin is a good boy. He will definitely listen to his mother and will not let her down, right?"

"right!"

Feng Yin suddenly raised his voice.

He jumped out of the chair.

Standing opposite Ying Qian, his eyes were fixed on her. Although he acted very well-behaved at this time, the words that came out of his mouth made Ying Zhan frown.

"But they're everywhere!"

Feng Yin clasped his fingers and calculated in confusion:

"Trash cans, riverside, cement piles and toilets..."

Follow him as he names the locations one by one.

The body of the little policeman standing outside the door tensed up.

What came out of Fengyin's mouth was more than just simple words.

But a living human life!

Fengyin muttered for a while, then shook his head dejectedly.

"Mom, Xiaoyin can't remember it either."

He looked at Yingqian, his fingers tightly tugging at the corners of his clothes.

"Are you going to be angry?"

"Won't."

Yingqian pressed his forehead.

Trying her best to suppress the restlessness in her heart, she took a deep breath and continued to ask:

"How many people have you mistakenly admitted in total? Do you still remember?"

"Those people are not real mothers, why should I remember them?"

Fengyin shook his head, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.

"But I remember everything about my mother!"

He almost threw himself on the table.

Ying Zhan wanted to stop it.

But Ying Qian shook his head and stopped him.

Fengyin did not do anything else, but lay on the table, looking at Yingqian with a pair of black and white eyes, and murmured:

"My mother likes to call me little bastard. What she says most often is that she hopes I will die. She plays hide-and-seek with me every day when she comes home. If she finds me, she will give me gifts...I have never forgotten any of these.

!”

He grinned.

He was obviously laughing.

However, the tail of his eye twitched uncontrollably.

Yingqian was silent for a long time, then suddenly asked:

"Are you happy?"

Fengyin tilted his head, showing a puzzled expression.

"Um?"

"I don't have to accept gifts anymore."

Her voice is low and soft.
To be continued...