When the old man saw two strangers, he only raised his eyelids and pulled the muscles on his face. The lollipop that was not very strong in his mouth fell out.

The young grandson felt that his intention was ruined, and he cried loudly, heartbreaking.

The old man didn't know what was going on, and he opened his mouth and his saliva flowed over his clothes again.

The daughter-in-law entered the house and picked up her son. She ignored the outsiders present and pointed at the old man and said, "I'm immortal!"

Instead, she explained to Wu Cuo and Yan Ruyu without any surprise: "There is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time."

When the old man's son entered the house, the daughter-in-law could not exude anger on an old man who knew nothing, so she gave her husband a fierce look.

The man lowered his head, as if he was afraid of his wife. When his wife left, he said, "You have seen two police officers, too. My dad is like this now, I'm afraid he can't help you..."

Yan Ruyu could only act as a living horse, handed the phone to the man, pointed to the news picture on it and said, "Then please help me recall it. This is the report your father thanked. Do you have any impression?"

The man looked at the contents of the newspaper carefully and nodded confidently.

"Do you remember?" For Wu and Yan, this was simply joy from the sky.

"I have admired my dad since I was a child. I think he was very handsome when he went out for an interview. He could read the contents of the newspaper. He always took the newspaper with my dad's articles to show off to others.

I have read every report he wrote less than ten times. So, I remember."

Yan Ruyu asked again: "Then has your dad told you about the follow-up situation of this news?"

Usually, such criminal cases are either not reported or tracked, and there is no reason to start with the slightest end.

The man looked at the date of the newspaper, frowned and murmured: "What happened in 1996?"

This year seemed to involve an unsatisfactory experience that he had cast a haze on him.

"If I remember correctly, this is the last report my dad has published in the newspaper, and he was laid off after that."

Yan Ruyu was stunned, laid off? In those two years of national system reform, it did catch up with the laid-off boom. But Yu Hui's laid off seemed abrupt.

It is said that there was no new media back then, and the mainstream domestic paper media was very popular, and there was no reason why the reporters who did practical things in the unit were laid off.

Could it be because of this report?

Wu Cuo asked, "How old were you when your dad was laid off?"

"When I was in the fourth grade, I went to school a little earlier than others, probably 10 years old."

Yan Ruyu said again: "Do you still remember why he was laid off?"

"I won't tell me about my adult affairs, but he always quarreled with my mother during that time, and later divorced. Haha, maybe it was a poor couple who were poor and humble. I remember when they quarreled... My mother said that my dad was just a burying work, and he was an old ox. In the end, everyone else climbed up. You have been working for more than ten years and are still a grassroots reporter. You can't get any light with you.'

My dad... When he was young, he only knew how to chase news, and he told me about the spirit of news, media spirit, etc.... Haha, maybe people with ideals are always the first to be killed by reality..."

This kid inherited his father's literary thoughts, but it seemed that he did not inherit the spirit of an old reporter. From his words to his expression, he exuded a sense of despair.

Wu Cuo had to pull the topic back, and he pointed to the picture on his phone, "Do you have any impression of your father following up on this news back then?"

The man entered the bedroom, took out a cardboard box, and flipped out a black leather notebook from the cardboard box, "This is the notebook my dad used before he was laid off. You can read it yourself. If there is no such thing as this, I will have no choice."

Wu Cuo said thank you, took the notebook, and turned it to the end.

A name caught his attention instantly.

Yan Yang.

Yan Ruyu's pupils suddenly contracted.

That was his father's name, it was a fake one.

The surname Yan is rare, so it is even more difficult to rename it.

This reporter has any contact with his father?

Yan Ruyu hurriedly took the notebook and started to look carefully.

Just next to his father's name, there are a few words that are incompatible with each other.

Police pistol

Insider

Hu Xiaoming

money

Seeing the word "insider", although the two of them were silent, their hearts were stumbled together.

Yan Ruyu is rarely so excited, so excited that the key question was asked by Wu Cuo for him.

"May I ask, do you... know Yan Yang?"

"Is that policeman who happened later? What a pity."

He knows!

Yan Ruyu's hand was tightly clutching his cuffs, and the joints on his slender fingers were clearly distinguished.

The man seemed to see that the two policemen cared about Yan Yang very much, and added kindly: "This uncle... has been to our house before. My father said that he was very good. A lot of news was given to my father. Unlike some criminal police officers, they could clearly make public news, but if you ask him, he would not give you a good face..."

Go out and get in the car.

Yan Ruyu put the borrowed notebook on his knees. His hands were pressed on the cover of the notebook, trembling.

Wu Cuo even dared not look at him - such a arrogant and strong person probably doesn't want people to see him losing his composure.

He could only look at him carefully with his own eyes.

Yan Ruyu leaned on the back of the chair, feeling indescribable weakness, so she simply stretched out one hand to cover her eyes.

Is he crying? Or is he suppressing his emotions?

Wu Cuo no longer cared about thinking about these things.

Because when he withdrew his gaze, he saw an SUV in the rearview mirror and started up immediately after them.

The SUV's membrane uses special materials and there is no way to see what's inside.

Wu Cuo's heart skipped a beat.

When he left the alley, he suddenly accelerated and made a sharp turn.

Yan Ruyu was shaken and tilted on him. Needless to ask, Yan Ruyu had already seen the car chasing behind him, and two more cars started quickly outside the alley and hung behind him. Obviously, the other party was thinking carefully, afraid of losing it.

Wu Cuo has been a criminal policeman for seven years and has fought with criminals countless times. This is the first time he has been racing in the street.

After all, the security environment in our country is still quite good. Police and gangster movies are just movies after all. The criminals have to calculate the cost of crime, and it is quite expensive to repair if the car is scratched and scratched.

Inadequate experience led to Wu Cuo's short-term rush for a while, and he shouted loudly: "Seat belt! Put on the seat belt!"

Yan Ruyu tied the seat belts of the two of them and said to Wu Chou: "Turn left! There are few people over there!"

He was afraid that both sides of the racing team would panic and hurt passers-by.

But I'm afraid of anything I'm afraid of.

As soon as I turned the corner, I saw a pregnant woman crossing the road. Somehow, the traffic light at the intersection was broken. The pregnant woman looked left and right for a long time before she got on the zebra crossing tremblingly. Unexpectedly, several cars rushed out diagonally.
Chapter completed!