What's more, Jiang Yueli's physical fitness alone doesn't have that capital at all.

"Why?" Lu Mingxuan asked, "Brother Lin also said that the person who died was Jiang Yueli, why didn't you tell him directly?"

"It's too slow for them to take over." Jiang Yueli opened the opposite door and went in, asking rhetorically, "After your parents disappeared, why did you find someone to investigate clues?"

A trace of bewilderment flashed in Lu Mingxuan's eyes, and her tone was a little hesitant: "I...I don't want to trouble them, after all, there is no evidence..."

Jiang Yueli snorted noncommittally.

Lu Mingxuan immediately felt a sense of embarrassment that her disguise had been exposed, but she didn't know where this embarrassment and sadness came from, so she could only remain silent.

Jiang Yueli knew it, and she said lightly: "You went to the police station to report the crime twice, but there was no evidence, so they couldn't accept your report, and they couldn't find clues in a formal way, let alone convict those murderers. .”

Lu Mingxuan retorted subconsciously: "I didn't..."

She wanted to say that she hadn't reported the crime at all. Ever since her parents disappeared, her family had been in chaos. The Lu family had sent her abroad early, so it was impossible for her to report the crime.

— At least she had no such memory in her brain.

It wasn't until she went abroad that she found out that the Lu family had been targeting her, so after returning to China, she immediately set out to find someone to investigate her relatives.

But when she met Jiang Yueli's eyes, the implied understanding on his face made her speechless.

It was as if Jiang Yueli was the one who really understood Lu Mingxuan's life.

Inexplicably, Lu Mingxuan thought of the night when her house exploded. She jumped into Jiang Yueli's room and saw her own face on the computer screen.

Jiang Yueli let Lu Mingxuan in, closed the door with his backhand, and then continued, "Don't you think that your childhood memories are missing a bit?"

"What do you mean?"

"There is a kind of amnesia in medicine. It is not due to external forces, but due to internal causes. Because the stimulation is too great and the consciousness cannot accept it, the brain will automatically avoid that memory. It is almost the kind of selective amnesia."

While talking, Jiang Yueli casually pulled the cloth hanging by the door to wipe off the dust on the table and chairs, then put down the computer and sat by the table.

"The police station's official records still contain the transcripts of your two reports—I've read them both." When Jiang Yueli turned on the computer, she glanced back at Lu Mingxuan, "By the way, Mr. Lu, last time Jumping down from upstairs and hitting you is not the first time we have met."

Chapter 44

17 years of rainy night

The girl with the name "Hua Zhaoying" was lying in front of the window, staring wide-eyed at the heavy rain outside the window, drawing circles with her fingertips on the dirty and yellow glass mirror.

In the narrow space, only old curtains are used to divide a kitchen and bedroom. In cold nights and winter days, they can only pass through the firewood burning in the stove.

The autumn of this year was extremely cold, as if the midsummer had just passed, and winter had entered in an instant.

Hua Zhaoying breathed out a burst of mist towards the window.

The older woman was only in her early thirties, but there was already a lot of white hair on her sideburns. The clothes on her body were fairly clean, but they had been washed and turned white, and there were still several patches.

She was sitting by the stove, knitting a sweater by the light of the firewood, coughing occasionally, and looked up at her daughter by the window.

"Xiaoying, it's raining outside, don't go out and run around." The woman warmly instructed, "Go to bed early, and be careful of catching a cold."

"Okay." Hua Zhaoying responded, but didn't move.

The woman was also used to this, and continued to lower her head to knit the sweater. After a while, she felt a little drowsy, and the knitting needle, which had been crooked by half, accidentally hit her fingertip. The stabbing made her wake up immediately.

When the woman raised her head, she found that her daughter who was lying by the window had disappeared.

Hua Zhaoying was born and raised here. Although she is still young, her mind is not inferior to that of some adults. She often acts bravely—or is a little troubled by meddling, but in fact, she has never really caused any trouble. .

Women shouldn't worry about her for this.

But today, after all, it was raining heavily outside, the woman hesitated for a moment, then stood up, opened the curtain and found an umbrella in the corner of the dilapidated cabinet.

Two of the umbrellas were broken, and when the umbrella was opened, a depression appeared on the surface, which could barely cover the rain falling from directly above.

The woman pushed open the door, and was immediately shivered by the cold wind blowing in her face, and coughed again uncontrollably.

She gathered her collar, slightly curled her shoulders and held the umbrella, and walked along the deserted alley, calling her daughter's name.

"Little Shadow—"

This heavy rain lasted for a long time without showing any signs of fatigue, but it became heavier and heavier. The sound of the pattering rain covered all the sounds in the world, only occasionally a few thunderclaps pierced the chaotic rain curtain.

The woman's voice was muffled by the heavy rain.

At this time, Hua Zhaoying had already run far away in the rain.

She saw a child in the window, a girl who looked about her age, carrying a schoolbag, crying and running around aimlessly.

That is a new face.

Hua Zhaoying made a judgment immediately.

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