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Back then, Liu Wentao had an aunt who worked at Huacheng Bank.After Wang Yu joined the Huacheng Bank, he happened to be assigned to Liu Wentao's aunt's subordinates, so he became familiar with him as soon as he came into contact with him at work.

Knowing that Wang Yu is not yet married, Liu Wentao's aunt began to match the two.Wang Yu did not object, only saying that he was an orphan.In the past, most of the elders cared about this, but Wang Yu said it at the beginning to avoid trouble later on.

Wang Yu was introduced several times before, but the other party rejected her because she had no father or mother.She thought it was the same this time.Unexpectedly, Liu Wentao's aunt clapped her hands after hearing this, she was very happy!

My aunt said that Liu Wentao was not good at dealing with interpersonal relationships, let alone dealing with the relationship with the woman's family, so she hoped to find a family with no one and a simple relationship.Wouldn't it be great to have a marriageable partner who has no father and no mother?

Wang Yu was not very good-looking, but she was a pretty and clean girl when she was young. Liu Wentao got to know Wang Yu after being introduced by her aunt, and she was quite satisfied.The two dated several times, and they felt good about each other, so they got married half a year later.

"Comrade policeman," Liu Wentao finished speaking, pushing his glasses, "I'm done."

"Well." Xia Ji said, "Then do you know what happened before Wang Yu entered the bank?"

"I know a little bit." Liu Wentao said, "She is an orphan, and she has suffered a lot while studying and working. I have always wanted to treat her better. My research is about to succeed, and we can live a better life. lived, but she..."

Liu Wentao took off his glasses, covered his face with his hands, and sighed deeply.

After he calmed down for a while, Xia Ji followed his topic and asked, "What is your main research?"

"Tumor." Liu Wentao said, "I have always hoped to develop a drug that can allow patients to survive malignant tumors..."

Xia Ji was immediately awed: "You mean your research is almost successful?"

When it comes to research, Liu Wentao's spirit is lifted up a bit, his voice becomes louder unconsciously, and the speed of speech quickens unconsciously: "Yes, the research has made progress so far, I guess it won't be long before there will be further breakthroughs..."

Liu Wentao talked for several minutes, the technical terms that Xia Ji and Yu Xiaonan heard dizzy, but it was obvious that Liu Wentao was very confident in the field he was good at and loved. with light.

"However, these have not been disclosed to the public... Two police comrades, can you keep it secret?" Liu Wentao seemed to remember to keep it secret at the end of his speech, and looked at Xia Ji and Yu Xiaonan as if begging.

"Don't worry." Xia Ji said affirmatively, "We will not disclose it to the public."

Liu Wentao thanked him, and then asked, "Then, comrade policeman, do you have anything else to ask?"

Xia Ji: "Has your wife told you about her parents?"

"I didn't say it... No, I said it once." Liu Wentao patted his head, as if he wanted to take some memory out of his mind, and said, "When we first dated, I asked for reconfirmation." Her parents. She said that her parents sold her since she was a child, and she has long forgotten where her hometown is, and she doesn’t know what her real name is——the name 'Wang Yu' was given by herself later on.”

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"Brother Xia, a girl named herself Wang Yu," Yu Xiaonan said, "It's so strange, how can a girl choose such a name? According to the style of more than twenty years ago, girls would be called 'Yuan', 'Li', 'Jing', 'Mei', etc..."

A few minutes ago, they came out of Liu Wentao's house, and now they are going to ask about Huacheng Bank where Wang Yu works.

"It's really strange." Xia Ji said, "From Liu Wentao's mouth, Wang Yu is a good wife. She supports her husband's work wholeheartedly, keeps the house in order, and hardly needs her husband to worry about anything. She is also kind and has never been with her husband. What's wrong with people."

Yu Xiaonan said with some admiration: "Ten years without conflicts is very serious. Brother Xia, you know my mother, she has a good temper and is gentle with others, but she also had conflicts with a neighbor... In Wang Yu's bedroom There are still unfinished sweaters, it’s amazing, there are still people knitting sweaters these days!”

Before leaving, they asked Liu Wentao and got permission to go into his and Wang Yu's bedroom to have a look.

The bedroom faces south and has excellent light.Except for the slightly messy quilt on the bed, everything else in the bedroom was obviously neat and orderly.The most conspicuous of them was a lazy sofa by the window, on which was an unfinished sweater with the needles still stuck in it.

Xia Ji smiled when he heard Yu Xiaonan's slightly exaggerated words: "It's normal for people of their age to know how to knit sweaters."

While speaking, he turned the steering wheel and slowly drove into the parking lot of the Huacheng Bank where Wang Yu worked, and stepped on the brakes.

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The criminal police of the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Municipal Bureau are all busy, and the captain of discipline cannot be spared.After answering a few calls, he also went out to work.

Song Buzhi didn't follow, he stared at the four "M1" photos in a daze in the discipline office.

The first one is the "M1" mark on Jian Weiyuan's ankle, the second one is the "M1" mark on Gao Bin's desk in his hometown, the third one is the "M1" mark on the rooftop of Sichuan Hot Pot, and the fourth one is Meishan The "M1" marker on a tree trunk in a grove.

Except for the stiff arc of the letters and numbers on the last card, the "M1" marks on the other three cards are all curled to a sense of enchantment.

"At least it was written by two people." Song Buzhi thought to himself, "Lu Hao has an accomplice, and the one who helped him walk out of the gate of the community was... He went to He Xiaobao and He Xiaobei's house specially at that time... These two brothers and sisters... no , brother and sister...but the police didn't find anything from the two of them..."

After Lu Haocai disappeared, people and buildings that might be related to Lu Haocai were monitored, but half a month later, nothing was found.Those in charge of monitoring are exhausted physically and mentally.

Looking back and forth between the four photos again, Song Buzhi closed his eyes and shook his head.When he opened it again, his eyes stayed on the third one.

Strangely, he felt particularly strongly about the "M1" mark on the rooftop.As soon as I saw it, my mind was in chaos, and something wanted to break out of my brain.

The same is "M1", why?

He pinched the photo silently, wanting to delve deeper into the memory deep in his mind.He has a feeling that as long as he recalls all his forgotten memories before the age of three, the secret about "M1" may be revealed.

He even suspected that his body, which was very different from ordinary people, was also related to his forgotten memory.

He couldn't be born like this, could he?

That would definitely be regarded as an alien or a monster, right?

Then this kind of monster will be treated as a different kind, or even killed, right?

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Song Buzhi leaned back, and the photo fell lightly onto the table. The dark red mark on the rough concrete ceiling looked like a beast licking its fangs in the dark.

Four photos, four markers, apart from the markers themselves, the only difference is that they are located in different places.One is on the ankle, on human skin, one is on the old desk, one is on the concrete floor, and the other is on the trunk of a tree.

Concrete...

The "M1" mark in the dream is on the entire wall. The color of the wall is very similar to the concrete floor, and the texture seems to be similar...

Maybe that's why he was so impressed by the "M1" mark on the rooftop.

But where is there such a rough cement wall...

While thinking, there was a knock on the door, and then it was pushed open in the next second.

Song Buzhi raised his eyelids and looked straight at the door.

"Is there no discipline?"

The person who came was a thin middle-aged man, wearing a uniform, with deep wrinkles on his forehead, and the corners of his mouth drooping slightly. A pair of eyes that hinted at the sharpness swept over him, and Song Buzhi straightened his back subconsciously.

"Hello," Song Buzhi smiled and stood up, "Team Ji is out."

"En." The person who came nodded, looked Song Buzhi up and down calmly, and said, "You are the special consultant who assisted in solving the case earlier, right? Song Buzhi?"

"I am." Song Buzhi said, "You are?"

"My surname is Liang." Liang Ju looked away and said, "Young people are really different. No wonder the discipline insists on applying for you as a consultant."

Song Buzhi was confused by these words, what's the difference?

"Okay, you're busy, just ask him to visit me when the discipline comes back." Ju Liang closed the door, the footsteps outside the door faded away, and he left.

Song Buzhi relaxed and fell back on the chair.

Surname Liang...

There is a small city bureau address book on the desk of discipline.

Song Buzhi picked it up, flipped through it, and saw a person surnamed Liang on the first page.

Liang Guodong, Director of the Municipal Bureau.

Song Buzhi stared at the address book for a while, then picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to Team Ji, telling him that Director Liang was here.

Discipline did not return.

Half an hour later, Discipline called directly, but asked him if he would go to the Chaohuaxishi Education and Training Institute.

"Go." After Song Buzhi answered, he immediately stood up, tidied up the photos on the table, and then walked downstairs.

Recently, the Municipal Bureau is repairing the elevators. Only one of the two elevators can be used, and there are many people who use them. Sometimes it is not as fast as climbing the stairs.

When Song Buzhi arrived at the gate of the Municipal Bureau, Ji Ji and Xie Qitian were already waiting there.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter. When crossing the road, Song Buzhi raised his hand to cover his forehead, looked up at the increasingly hot sun, and sighed secretly.

When the matter of "M1" is completely over, he will not be a special consultant if he wants to raise the issue with discipline.It's better to be at home, sleep when you want to sleep, take a shower if you want to take a shower... It's not too happy.

It was the second time I came to Chaohuaxishi Education and Training Institute today. The front desk lady got orders this time. As soon as they arrived, she took them to the principal's office.

After they left, Principal Li remembered that before the university closed down, he packed up the old things in the school, packed out two boxes, and put them at home.Then he went home and looked through, and found a photo album from that year, as well as some students' homework books.

Right now, Discipline and the others are here to look at these old things.

Two big boxes, filled with things from more than ten years ago.As soon as it was opened, a musty smell full of years came.

"I haven't looked through the bottom yet." Principal Li picked up a photo on the top of a box and said, "I took this right away when I saw it."

The photo is a group photo.The photos taken more than ten years ago cannot be compared with the present ones, whether it is the saturation of the colors or the clarity of the photos.Although the photo in Principal Li's hand is in color, the color has faded a lot, and one corner of it has been worn away by something, revealing the whiteness inside.

There are several rows of young boys and girls standing in the photo. The one in the middle of the first row is really the young principal Li, who is much thinner than now.

"Look here, this is the girl." Principal Li pointed to the right side of the second row of the photo, "Originally the name was written on the back of the photo, but I forgot what happened, there is no name on the back, now I can't even remember who they are." There was some regret in his tone.

Following Principal Li's fingers, they saw a girl with a hairstyle that was popular at the time.

"It's her." Song Buzhi said with certainty.

Discipline and Xie Qitian both looked at him.

Song Buzhi seemed to be sure, and repeated: "It's Wang Yu."

He couldn't say why he was so sure.The deceased Wang Yu they saw looked very similar to the girl in the photo, but there were many similar people in the world, and there was no evidence to prove that the two were the same person.

"There are some other sundries, but I don't know if there are any of hers, and I can't recognize them." Liu Wentao said.

Discipline gave a "hmm", and asked Xie Qitian and Song Buzhi to take out the creations in the box one by one and look through them.

Textbooks, homework books, pencil sharpeners, ballpoint pens... each one is a memory from more than ten years ago.

For a moment, it seemed that a picture of students studying in a brightly lit classroom at night appeared in front of Song Buzhi.

The girl he firmly believed to be Wang Yu walked out of the photo and came to him, holding a book and half lying on the table to study.She studied very seriously, but sometimes she couldn't bear the sleepiness, so she nodded her head after watching for a while.The head got lower and lower, and finally hit the table.

And this girl's face gradually became clear before his eyes, gradually merging with the face of the little girl in his dream.

Song Buzhi trembled and his body trembled.

--impossible!

He took a step to the side, grabbed something with his left hand, held it tightly, and shook his head subconsciously—impossible!

It stands to reason that he has a good memory, and he has always remembered clearly the content of his dreams, but the dream that was affected by the explosion at that time, he only remembered that he had indeed dreamed, but the content of the dream was not very good. Cleared up.

But now, looking at the girl in the photo, he clearly realized that there was a little girl in the dream.

That dream was related to his forgotten memory.

But Wang Yu has nothing to do with him... and he doesn't know her.

Don't you really know?

A voice in my heart asked softly.

"what happened?"

Discipline held his hand and asked worriedly.

There was a warm sense of relief from the hand being held, Song Buzhi lowered his head, and only now realized that he had just subconsciously grabbed Discipline's right arm.

Song Buzhi relaxed his strength, and shook his head silently.

Discipline took a deep look at him, knowing that now was not the time to ask, so he shook his hand reassuringly, and then continued to check the items in the box with Xie Qitian.

At this time, Discipline's cell phone rang - Xia Ji sent a photo.

Song Buzhi came over to look, and found that it was a notebook. The notebook was spread out, and some words were written on it.

Turning his mind, Song Buzhi instantly understood what he said, "This is Wang Yu's notebook?"

"Well." Discipline said, "Even if a person's handwriting may change, some habits must still exist."

So before coming here, I heard that there would be some notebooks in the box, so the discipline asked Xia Ji to take a photo with Wang Yu's handwriting, and they made a preliminary comparison to see if there were any notebooks in the box that belonged to Wang Yu.If there is similar handwriting, they will take it back first, and then ask handwriting identification experts to compare it.

So Song Buzhi also joined the flipping team and began to compare the handwriting.

The textbooks are all yellow and full of musty smell.Song Buzhi rubbed his nose uncomfortably after flipping through a few books.

Discipline sighed, thinking that he had met a delicate boyfriend.But who let this be chosen by oneself, let it be more delicate if it is delicate.

He told Song Buzhi to stop turning over and go to the side to wait for them.

Song Buzhi smiled apologetically, and didn't insist that he would stay and help. Instead, he took off his gloves and asked Principal Li where the bathroom was.

Principal Li asked him to go out and turn left to the end, so Song Buzhi walked out of the principal's office and went to the bathroom.

After going to the toilet and wiping his face with cold water in front of the sink, Song Buzhi felt that his nose, which was eroded by the musty smell, felt much more comfortable.

There is a small balcony next to the bathroom, and the sun just doesn't shine on this side at the moment.Seeing that the door was open, Song Buzhi went in and stayed for a while.

Although the weather is good, there is also a spring breeze. It is cool to be blown by the wind for a while in a place where there is no sun.It's just that after a while, if the temperature is higher, even the wind will heat up.

The least favorite season of the year is here again.

Song Buzhi sighed for a while, and planned to go back.

At this moment, he had just turned around, one foot had already taken a step forward, and before his head had turned completely back, he suddenly saw a tall boy wearing a peaked cap passing downstairs not far away from the corner of his eye.

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