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"Who are you?"
An unfamiliar male voice sounded behind him, and the restrained hostility in his tone suddenly brought Zhao Yichen back to his senses.
The little girl¡¯s head in the crook of his neck moved, and the two thin arms holding his neck tightened.
Such a reaction made Zhao Yichen couldn't help but frown. He raised his hand to grab her wrist and gently pulled it away. He took her little hand and stood up. When he turned around, he saw a thin man standing in the open door of the cloakroom, frowning. Staring at him warily. When he saw Zhao Yichen's appearance, the man's expression changed slightly.
Zhao Yichen recognized him¡ªYang Qian, Xu Lian¡¯s boyfriend. Zheng Guoqiang showed him his photo.
Judging from Yang Qian¡¯s expression just nowdoes he know him too?
Before Zhao Yichen could react, Yang Qian quickly stepped forward, grabbed the little girl's wrist and pulled her, and said sternly: "Shanshan, come here!"
Zhao Xishan broke away from Zhao Yichen's hand almost immediately, as if he was afraid that he would throw her away, and hugged his leg tightly, pressing his little head tightly against it, and buried his tear-stained face in his pants. In the rough fabric, no matter how hard Yang Qian pulled it, he wouldn't let go!
Unexpectedly, the little girl would resist like this. Zhao Yichen noticed that she was still crying, and her warm tears soaked into his pants. His chest suddenly felt tight. He couldn't explain what it felt like, but he could no longer control his impulse. He immediately pinched Yang Qian's mouth, waved his arm away the moment he let go, and bent his hand involuntarily. He picked up Zhao Xishan by his waist. The little girl was not afraid of him at all and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck again, tears falling down her cheeks.
"Why do you do anything to the child?" Covering the back of her head with one hand to give her a sense of security, Zhao Yichen turned to Yang Qian and locked his eyes firmly with him, frowning and speaking in a cold tone, "I am a policeman."
"Police?" Yang Qian raised his eyebrows and tried his best to appear surprised, "Then can I see the ID?"
Zhao Yichen noticed that he was trying his best to show the normal reaction of ordinary people when encountering this situation, in order to hide his true emotions. If it were normal, Zhao Yichen would take out his ID and test him. But this time he is not only a policeman, but also a stakeholder in this case. In fact, he shouldn't think of himself as a police officer.
Fortunately, Zheng Guoqiang had already arrived at the piano room with two other criminal police officers.
"Mr. Yang." He took out his ID and stepped forward, explaining in a loud voice, "We are police from the Municipal Criminal Police Brigade. Because Xu Lian is suspected of a murder case, we ask you to cooperate with the investigation and come with us."
He was stunned for a moment when he heard "murder". Yang Qian turned around and calmed down when he faced Zheng Guoqiang. He stared at the documents in his hand for a while and pursed his lips as if thinking.
"Xu Lian won't kill people, but we must cooperate with the investigation. This is also our responsibility." After a moment, he spoke cooperatively, then turned to look at Zhao Yichen, who was still holding Zhao Xishan, and his eyes quickly passed over him. He fell on the little girl's thin back again, "I just hope that this police officer will not scare our child. She is in a very bad mental state now and cannot be frightened." Changing his tone of discussion, Yang Qian turned his head and begged Zheng Guoqiang, "Let the child be settled by Imelda first, okay? She is the Filipino maid hired by the family. She is usually the one who takes care of the child."
The little girl in her arms twisted her thin body and struggled for a while, then she hugged Zhao Yichen's neck hard. He held her steady, and suddenly had the illusion that the weight in his arms was heavy, weighing a thousand kilograms - even though he knew he couldn't bear the weight, he was still afraid that it would fall out of his hands, so he could only tighten his grip tighter instinctively. land to retain.
He knew that no matter what excuse Yang Qian made, he would never hand Zhao Xishan over again. So he looked at Zheng Guoqiang and met his gaze.
The two people's eyes collided for less than a second, and Zheng Guoqiang obviously understood. He opened his mouth to say something, but another voice beat him to it.
"Yang Qian." A woman followed two police officers into the piano room. She deliberately raised her voice and her attitude was cold and unquestionable. "We can just go directly with Captain Zheng. Shanshan has his biological father to take care of him, so there will be no problem." .¡±
Zhao Yichen raised his eyes and saw her clearly. The face is exactly the same as Hu Jiaying, and even the body shape is very similar. She was wearing a beige half-sleeved tight dress and was holding her handbag in her hand. Her black hair was still only shoulder-length. She had a slight frown on her thin face, and her sharp gaze was fixed directly in his eyes.
The person is different from the photo. The moment he really saw her, Zhao Yichen was sure that she was not Hu Jiaying.
The other one is her.
"Biological father?" He heard Yang Qian ask in response, pretending to be confused.
"Zhao Yichen"?Captain Zhao¡ª¡ªThat¡¯s right? "The woman turned a deaf ear to his rhetorical question, and just stared straight at Zhao Yichen. With a straight face, she said something completely opposite to her expression, "I heard my sister mentioned you. Nice to meet you. "
The hand holding the back of the little girl's head slightly tightened its fingers. Zhao Yichen met her gaze with a calm expression, "Your sister, Xu Han?"
"Xu Han." Xu Lian nodded and added lightly: "That's your wife, Hu Jiaying."
Zhao Yichen looked at her motionless and fell silent for a short time.
A few seconds later, he heard his own voice: "Where is she?"
"She passed away a year ago." As if she had expected his question, Xu Lian had no expression on her face and opened her mouth to state without emotion, "Cremated, and the ashes buried in the cemetery in the southern suburbs."
After that, all Zhao Yichen's senses seemed to have lost their function. He no longer heard any sounds, nor could he feel the weight of the little girl in his arms that made it difficult for him to let go. The police took Xu Lian and Yang Qian away. After hearing the news, Wei Xiang and Cheng Ou came to the piano room and looked at him hesitantly. All these images were reflected in Zhao Yichen's eyes, but he felt that they had nothing to do with him.
There were no thoughts in his mind, just an empty white space.
Finally, he saw Zheng Guoqiang coming to him.
¡°Let¡¯s take the child to the hospital for a checkup first,¡± he said.
The child's rapid breathing swept across the back of his neck as he sobbed, and Zhao Yichen finally understood its meaning again.
He nodded, his voice unexpectedly hoarse: "Let's go."
They took the same boat back on which they came.
Zhao Xishan didn¡¯t speak during the whole journey, but Zhao Yichen held her firmly and stayed silent with her all the way. When they got to the boat, he held her armpits and turned her around, sitting on his lap. The little girl moved her body, stretched out her two thin arms again, lowered her head, and gently hugged his neck.
Raising his hand to scrape away the tears hanging on her face with his thumb, Zhao Yichen paused and remembered that his calloused hands were too rough, so he just tucked a strand of hair hanging in front of her eyes behind her ear. . At that moment, he thought of Hu Jiaying. He had smoothed her hair countless times. But he won't have the chance to do this again in the future.
"Your name is Shanshan?" He lowered his head slightly and asked the little girl in his arms in a low voice.
Zhao Xishan raised his head and looked at him with his big red eyes. She nodded slowly.
"Shanshan." He called her, and then remained silent for a while to make his hoarse voice less scary. "Do you know me?"
This time the little girl didn¡¯t nod. She retracted her two small arms around his neck, lowered her head without saying a word, grabbed the collar with both hands, and pulled out a thin silver chain from the inside of the clothes. Only then did Zhao Yichen notice that there was such a chain hanging around her neck. Her little hands pulled the chain out bit by bit, finally revealing the oval pendant hanging at the bottom of the chain. Raising her two little hands to take it off, she held the pendant in her hands and carefully handed it to his hand. Then she raised her eyes again and stared into his eyes quietly.
Zhao Yichen grabbed the pendant from her cold little hand.
It was a photo pendant, with two words engraved on the smooth shell: Dad.
He opened it and saw his photo.
It is still the ID photo taken when he first became a criminal police officer. He is neatly dressed in police uniform. The outline of his face is narrow and long with strong lines. His lips are tightly pursed under the bridge of his nose, and he is looking at the camera with a serious expression.
Zhao Yichen stared at this photo with half-lidded eyelids.
His thumb on the pendant shell moved slightly, and he could still feel the outline of the word "Dad" on his fingertips.
After a while, he closed the pendant and placed it again in the little girl's open hand.
Then, he wrapped his hand around hers, wrapping it tightly into his palm.
He didn't say a word, he just took her little hand and brought it to him, clasped his hands tightly, lowered his forehead and gently pressed it against his thumb, and looked at her with his eyes that were as bloodshot and red as hers, They looked at each other without saying a word.
The little girl didn¡¯t speak, she just looked at him. As he looked at it, there was moisture in his eyes again.
She seemed to no longer know how to make a sound. She could only shed tears, falling, losing all the syllables.
It was as if I understood his silence, so I cried quietly, wanting to finish crying for him.
"Captain Zhao" Cheng Ou, who was sitting opposite, spoke. He originally wanted to say something, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back.
He has been in the Serious Case Team 3 for four years and has been working as a detective with Zhao Yichen for a total of five years, but this is the first time he has seen such an expression on Zhao Yichen's face.
Maybe it¡¯s also the last time.
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It¡¯s late at night and I suddenly return to my hometown with a deep dream. I¡¯m dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.
I forgot to mention yesterday, let¡¯s go together today!
Thanks to Shang Shangli for the mines, Cheng Su for the two mines and Huamu Huajing for the two mines! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)This was the first time that a young detective saw such an expression on Zhao Yichen's face.
Maybe it¡¯s also the last time.
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It¡¯s late at night and I suddenly return to my hometown with a deep dream. I¡¯m dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.
I forgot to mention yesterday, let¡¯s go together today!
Thanks to Shang Shangli for the mines, Cheng Su for the two mines and Huamu Huajing for the two mines! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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