when the moon whispers

Chapter 411: Accomplice - Old Site (Part )

Six accomplices in the case
The old site of No. 71 (Part 1)

"I'm not saying anything... Mr. Tu, writer - can you please change the lock on your door? The landlady is on a business trip, not a nun. She doesn't even have time to call someone to change the lock? This - this key can be pried open even if it's so bad. You don't know when a thief will break into the house. What if something really happens -"

Fu Yang put down the bag full of bananas and cantaloupes in his hand, shook the door key that Tu Siyao handed to her, bent over and looked into the keyhole, inserted the key, and twisted the door handle a few times. Then he shook the door panel that could not get stuck with the lock tongue, turned his head to look at Tu Siyao who was holding the bottle of anti-inflammatory drip and felt sleepy. He kicked her calf helplessly from a distance: "You forgot about the murderer chasing you all the way a few days ago, right..."

"At worst, you can find me and kill me to silence me—" Tu Siyao responded casually, squinting her eyes and yawning halfway, when she glanced up and saw Fu Yang's face with a murderous expression. She swallowed the few words that had not yet fallen to the ground, and awkwardly touched Fu Yang's shoulder, "I was kidding."

"...You're the best!" Fu Yang swung his key chain and pointed at Tu Siyao's shoulder. He turned around, picked up the fruit and walked over the door frame. He was choked by the damp smell in the room. He pulled open the door and ran straight to the wide window of the small living room. He waited until the cool breeze with the aroma of oil from the snack stall poured into the wide window frame. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, stood on tiptoe to help Tu Siyao hang the medicine bottle on the hanger, and carefully moved the person and the wooden shelf to the side of the sofa. He was about to ask if everything was okay, but his eyes fell on Tu Siyao, who was holding his wrist with an inexplicable frown on his brows.

Fu Yang hurried forward to check the normal dripping hose and drip pot, thought for a moment, turned around and moved towards the bathroom: "...What's wrong? No bulge...Does the back of your hand hurt? You don't have a kettle, right? I'll go to the bathroom to turn on the water heater and apply a hot towel to you--"

"Don't move!" Tu Siyao, who had been absent-minded for a while, stood up suddenly, stretched out her uninjected arm, grabbed Fu Yang's wrist and refused to speak. After a few seconds, she realized from Fu Yang's surprised expression that she could not hide her impatience in her tone. She raised her eyelids and looked at Fu Yang, mumbling twice with her lips opening and closing, "I... I'm sorry, I'm fine... Really... Don't be busy, the medicine will take more than half an hour... Why don't you - go back to school first."

"The needle hasn't been removed yet. Can you do it by yourself? You have a cold and are injured." Fu Yang was stunned for a while and then frowned. He gently patted Tu Siyao's hand, which was so nervous that veins were taut, and sighed softly: "...The plagiarism lawsuit is not certain yet, and now you run into a murderer--"

Fu Yang clearly felt Tu Siyao's wrist tremble, and quickly added: "Forget it, it's enough to know that you have nothing to do with the murder... But do you really not need me to accompany you? Anyway, the instructor is like that... Asking for one day off is the same as asking for three days off -"

"Really. I can handle it myself. Don't share the blame if she scolds you. If she tries to make things difficult for you, your scholarship this year will be gone..." Tu Siyao glanced at the door panel that was quietly opened by the lock tongue, lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then gently put her hand on Fu Yang's arm, and dragged him to the door and pushed him to the corridor with the help of the clothes hanger, repeatedly promising to report his health condition at all times. Qing waited for the worried figure to stagger away without a sound, then he slammed the door and locked it, and hurriedly put on the anti-theft chain with trembling fingertips.

She took a deep breath, her nose itching from the unfamiliar damp smell, and hesitantly touched the cell phone in her pocket. She held her breath and hesitated for a while, then took a few steps with weak feet, and tremblingly knocked twice on the tightly closed glass door of the bathroom.

"……is it you?"

——————"...Xue Yilian's stroll along Beixi Street...No matter how I think about it, it doesn't seem like a simple coincidence..."

Xiao Letian rubbed the back of his neck, which was covered with goose bumps, and shivered in the warm breeze. "But... Xue Yilian's last move on Dean Song's pension seemed to be earlier than the time when Tu Siyao witnessed the murder scene—"

Xiao Letian was talking when the phone in his sister's palm started buzzing. Jiang Mo glanced at the video call invitation on the screen, then put the front camera and the phone receiver directly in front of Xiao Letian's baby face, and waited for Huang Xingjun's straightforward voice to make Xiao Letian tremble violently, then he took a step forward, returned the phone to Xiao Letian, and half-pushed his head into the camera: "Group Huang, what's the matter?"

Xiao Letian carefully took the phone and used it as a stand for his senior sister. He stared at the shaking screen of Huang Xingjun's phone and felt a little dizzy. He squinted his eyes and caught a glimpse of a Jinbai County road sign from the corner of the screen. He blinked, took advantage of the shoving and shoving on the other side of the video call to avoid the sand and dust raised by the electric tricycle, and asked, "Didn't they say that the original address of Dean Song's private welfare home was demolished and abandoned a long time ago? A few years ago, a kid used firecrackers to set off a big fire in an old bungalow. When my senior sister and I went out early in the morning, we heard that Deputy Geng had booked high-speed rail tickets for you two. Why are you still in Jinbai County now?"

"Didn't the police station say that there was a fire and bombing? Linlin was really worried, so since we were already here, we informed the police station and headed over here. It turned out that we came to the right place... Hey Linlin, we changed the green train tonight. Lao Geng asked if it was a sleeper or a hard seat——"

Huang Xingjun was holding the phone, almost putting the receiver into his mouth. He turned his head and shouted a few times. Lin Yu, who had been silent on the other end, finally couldn't stand it anymore. He snatched the phone away and slapped the man to the shade of a tree at the village store.

"I just called Lao Gu, and he said that you two are out there searching for Xue Yilian's whereabouts, so let's hurry up and synchronize the information we have learned so far. In fact, we are still unsure, and we need the cooperation of technical inspection later... The broken tile houses in the Jinbai County Private Welfare Institution were indeed set on fire by firecrackers. Although there were no casualties, half of the house collapsed. The welfare institution has basically no paper documents left for the five years before and after the adoption of Song Wanwan. The contents of the household registration are very similar to what we have learned so far..."

Lin Yu rummaged through the backpack with one hand, carefully took out two evidence bags and handed them to Huang Xingjun, who had just gone to the store to buy two bottles of soda. He first urged him in a low voice to take a good photo and send it to Jiang Mo's phone. He pursed his lips and thought for two seconds, then simply turned the camera over and took a long shot in the direction of the dilapidated house of the welfare home without much focus, then moved closer to Huang Xingjun and leaned over slightly, focusing on the two black photos in the evidence bag that looked like photos.

"There is a warehouse in the welfare home. The wooden cabinets inside were almost burnt to charcoal. There were some paper things left in this old iron cabinet, but they were almost burnt. I don't know when the iron cabinet was torn apart and sold. Huang Xingjun and I found these two photos among the scraps of paper covered with dust."

"The photos were taken at different times and some are incomplete, but Song Wanwan's appearance in the middle is relatively recognizable. The one on the right - half of Xue Yilian's face is still there. Although it's still a guess... but I guess it's almost right and they can match." Lin Yu sighed and raised his hand to put it on Huang Xingjun's shoulder.

"If Xue Yilian played an assisting role in this series of revenge incidents involving Song Wanwan, then the third person in this photo is most likely the suspect we have been looking for... the one wearing the black rain hoodie."

Due to work and health reasons, I will be working on another day~
"I am used to the ways of the world now, and my heart is at ease everywhere."