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After finishing his water, Chen Lang pushed the cup to the corner of the table.

"Let's leave this debt to Gao Chengyuan's lawyers and the police for now."

He pulled out a high-resolution scan of the ticket from the evidence box, his gaze falling on the back of the ticket stub.

"Let's investigate another one."

Gu Qingshang held onto the edge of the table.

"Mr. Cheng?"

"Um."

The projected image changed, and the numbers on the back of the ticket stub filled the screen.

073.

Su Niannian moved to the edge of the table and squinted as she examined the object.

"I still think it looks like a seat number."

"The seat number is printed on the front, there's no need to copy it again."

"What if Zhao Qiming has a bad memory?"

Chen Lang raised an eyebrow.

"The bus leaves at 4:40 a.m. If he's really worried about forgetting, remembering the departure time is more useful than remembering the seat number."

Su Niannian touched her chin.

"That's true."

Chen Lang retrieved passenger transport data, medicinal herb purchase orders, and township health center transfer registrations from the area around Dali ten years ago.

"The train ticket was carefully placed in the medicine cabinet."

"The person who could access that medicine cabinet was familiar with the forest ranger station and knew about the medicine accounts. Zhao Qiming left this string of numbers most likely for Cheng Shouzhou to see."

Bai Weiwei, clutching a cushion, asked, "Did he want to tell Mr. Cheng which car he could take to leave?"

"The escape route was written so clearly that even someone who found the ticket could catch up with it."

Chen Lang broke down 073 into project number, batch number of medicinal materials, vehicle last digit, and transfer code.

"What Zhao Qiming left behind is a key. Only those familiar with the old health and wellness projects know which door to open with it."

Shen Qingci stared at the curtain.

Therefore, 073 belongs to the internal numbering system of the old project.

Chen Lang turned his head to look at her.

"Shen is in good form today and is keeping up quite quickly."

Shen Qingci met his gaze.

"If you're going to praise someone, then praise them sincerely."

"OK."

Chen Lang turned the chair around and placed his hands on the keyboard.

"Shen is smart; he saved me two sentences of explanation."

Shen Qingci looked up.

"The second half of the sentence can be deleted."

"Technicians require complete records; they can't be deleted."

Chen Lang chuckled and sent the four sets of screening criteria into the program.

Scope of cooperation for old health and wellness projects.

Records of the circulation of medicinal herbs around Cangshan Mountain.

July procurement batch.

The last four digits are 073.

Four search lines proceeded simultaneously, and the nodes on the screen lit up one by one.

Three records were added to the matching list.

The first pharmaceutical company had already been deregistered, and its business address had been demolished.

The second set of accounts was missing two pages, and the source of the purchase batches was unknown.

The third point refers to Yunling Health Center on the western slope of Cangshan Mountain.

The health center is hidden at the foot of the tea mountain, about eight kilometers from the main road, and more than forty kilometers to the east is Songhe Village.

In the ten-year drug circulation record, a handwritten supplement was added every two or three months.

The identity field is empty.

The prescribing physician did not sign the prescription.

The payment section always has only two words left.

Old Cheng.

aconite.

Red ginseng.

Musk Baoxin Pills.

Several older drugs that were removed from the general health center procurement list also appeared in the supplementary list.

Ye Xingyu lowered her head and read the note at the end.

"First aid prescriptions will be provided free of charge."

"Provide home medical services for elderly people living alone."

"Refusal to register full names."

"I have an old injury to my right hand and cannot write, so the health center is recording it for me."

Gu Qingshang's gaze lingered on the last line, and his hand gripping the edge of the table tightened inward.

The cushion in Bai Weiwei's arms slid down to her lap.

"Could it be Mr. Cheng?"

"These few points can only be used to narrow down the scope."

Chen Lang enlarged the supplementary recording form and marked the date and the person in charge of each entry.

"Surnames, occupations, and injuries can all happen by chance, but a ten-year behavioral pattern is very unlikely to coincide. Let's continue."

He retrieved publicly released images of the local tea plantation agricultural census.

Tea pickers carried bamboo baskets across the furrows, transport vehicles were parked at the foot of the slope, and bamboo baskets filled with tea leaves were piled up next to the sunshade. Inspectors held up their whiteboards, scanning the scene one by one in front of the camera.

The seventeenth photo unfolds.

At the edge of the frame, an old man squats among tea bushes, a bamboo basket hanging behind him. Sunlight illuminates half his face, and his right hand hangs at his knee.

There's a depression in the tiger's mouth, and the wrist bone is tilted outwards.

This old injury corresponds to Zhou Henian's description.

Chen Lang did not draw a direct conclusion.

He sent the group photo from ten years ago, Zhou Henian's description of the injuries, and publicly available footage of the tea plantation to an offline program, then filtered out photos with insufficient clarity.

Facial contours.

Auricular features.

Right hand bone angle.

Stand with your center of gravity upright.

Gait trajectory.

The data was verified one by one.

Gu Qingshang stood in front of the curtain, her skirt creased from her gripping. The air conditioner vents hummed softly, her breath caught in the air, and she didn't breathe for a long time.

Facial feature overlap: 91.7%

[Overlap rate of features of old right hand injury: 96.4%]

Gait overlap: 89.2%

[Comprehensive assessment: Highly suspected to be Cheng Shou-chou]

Gu Qingshang raised his hand to cover his lips.

The old man in the photo is bent over, carrying a bamboo basket on his back, standing at the edge of the Cangshan tea garden.

Ten years ago, he survived a fire at the forest ranger station, leaving an old wound on his right hand, and left the northern foothills carrying a crime that no one was willing to investigate.

Ten years have passed, and he is still in Cangshan.

He sees patients, replenishes medicine for the health center, and makes house calls to elderly people living alone. When a signature is required, he only leaves the two words "Old Cheng".

Gu Qingshang placed the back of his hand against his lips, his shoulders and back taut.

Bai Weiwei put down the cushion and held her arm.

"Qingshang, sit for a while."

Gu Qingshang closed her eyes briefly. After a few breaths, she lowered her hand, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

"Don't go looking for him yet."

Su Niannian straightened up.

"We've already gotten this far, do we still have to wait?"

"He hid for ten years before he got the life he has now."

Gu Qingshang looked at the old man in the photo.

"If we bring people and equipment to his home and ask him to treat Grandpa's illness, we will only push his life back into the hands of the Gu family."

"First, confirm whether he is safe and whether he is willing to have contact with the outside world."

"If he doesn't want to see me, no one can block the door."

Chen Lang twirled the pen twice and then put it back on the table.

"This order is appropriate."

Gu Qingshang looked at him.

"Do you have a way to contact him?"

"We can try, but we have to leave the choice to him."

Chen Lang zoomed in on the map around Yunling Health Center, circling the health center, tea gardens, and several villages, but did not mark the specific location of the elderly man in the photo.

"First, find someone at the health center who knows him well and ask them to pass on a message."

"The Gu family is re-examining the health and wellness project from ten years ago, and the account books and related materials have been handed over to the police. Some people are willing to apologize to him for what happened back then and are also willing to clear his name."

"Let's stop here."

Su Niannian asked, "Aren't we going to mention Old Master Gu's illness?"

"If the first thing you say is about treating the illness, then the apology that follows will lose its meaning."

Chen Lang leaned back in his chair, his usual teasing tone gone.

"If Mr. Cheng is willing to meet, we will explain the situation in person. If he is not willing, the Gu family's investigation will continue as planned, and his innocence will still be proven."

Gu Qingshang lowered his eyes, and the pearl earrings reflected a little light under the projected light.

"Treatment of illnesses and handling of old cases should be kept separate."

"right."

Chen Lang circled the health center with his pen.

"What we owed him ten years ago cannot be offset by today's request."

"If the health center is short of medicine, it can be donated through official channels. Don't specify anyone in particular, don't leave the Gu family's name, and definitely don't send someone to wait for his response."

"He only asked about the people he had helped up to the point where he could confirm their safety. He didn't collect information about their residence, health condition, or daily routes."

Bai Weiwei nodded.

"That way, even if he doesn't want to see me, it won't affect his life."

"There's still one thing missing."

Chen Lang looked at Gu Qingshang.

"If we actually meet in the future, apologize first, then show him the evidence. Explain clearly how the Gu family plans to correct the records from back then and how they plan to hold the relevant personnel accountable."

"Wait until he finishes speaking before mentioning the old man's illness."

"If he refuses, don't ask why."

Gu Qingshang loosened her hand from the side of the skirt, and the wrinkles on the fabric slowly dispersed.

"I will go in person."

"Can."

Chen Lang raised an eyebrow.

"Keep the number of people to a minimum. You, the lawyer, and a middleman he trusts. Park the car further away, and skip the gifts."

Su Niannian crossed her arms.

"You just said you could deliver medicine."

"The medicine goes through the clinic's account, the gifts go through Mr. Cheng's door."

Chen Lang glanced at her.

"One solves the medicine shortage, the other easily becomes a debt of gratitude. Su, we need to keep the accounts separate."

Su Niannian opened her mouth, then nodded.

"Okay, you're right this time."

Bai Weiwei lowered her head and laughed, and Gu Qingshang's tense shoulders relaxed a bit.

Chen Lang looked at the map again.

"First, have the local police or health center director confirm his safety. Once confirmed, have someone pass on a message."

"The rest is up to Mr. Cheng to decide."

"I see."