Chapter 39 Chapter nine

In 2009, Christmas. Shen Yuanchao was wearing a black overcoat, his white hair was messed up in the cold wind, most of the stubble of his beard was also white, and he was very thin. He raised his head stubbornly and with difficulty, looking at a certain window upstairs.On the same day three years ago, he had also been here. A young man walked up to him. He was tall and thin with pale skin and a silent but not rigid expression. There must be many girls who like him, so he didn't go out to the Christmas party for some reason. "Uncle, who are you looking for?" The old prosecutor took two steps back vigilantly, looked at him carefully, and vaguely remembered this face: "Oh, you are the son of Police Officer Huang Hai?"

"Yeah, do you want to see him?" In fact, he is fourteen-year-old Si Wang. He has taken off the red scarf, entered the second grade of junior high school, and has fully entered the development period. The beard on his mouth is getting thicker and thicker, and the timbre of the voice-changing period is a bit harsh.His appetite has quadrupled, his size has grown rapidly, and he is almost as tall as his mother. In a few years, he will be like Huang Hai, "He didn't answer my call, I don't know if he is at home?" "Uncle, let me take you up." He led Shen Yuanchao upstairs and rang the doorbell familiarly.Huang Hai opened the door with a sleepy expression on his face, it seemed that it was his rare turn to rest, and he was sleepy at home bored.He first saw the boy's face, and hugged him tightly, as if it was really his son, and then he saw Shen Yuanchao.

"Why did you come with him?" The police officer's expression changed immediately, and he looked at the old prosecutor suspiciously. "I just retired early and wanted to come and chat with you." He is no longer as obsessed as he was a few years ago, facing the police rationally and politely, more like an old friend visiting. Officer Huang Hai pulled Si Wang into the room, and asked in a low voice, "Boy, did he do anything to you?" "No, just let him come in and sit down." Shen Yuanchao took out a small gift box from his arms: "Merry Christmas!"

As an old Communist Party member, this was his first Christmas present. Si Wang took the gift box generously: "Thank you!" "Stinky boy, what are you doing?" Just as Huang Hai was about to scold him, the young man quickly unpacked it, but it was a hardcover hardcover book——Hemingway's. "I'm sorry, I can't think of any gift to give. I just read this book recently, which suits my current mood very well. I think I am also that old fisherman who is so stubborn and doesn't believe in fate." "Hemingway?" Officer Huang Hai frowned, "I seem to have heard of it."

Si Wang poked him gently: "Hey, this book is very good, I have read it, please accept it." "Ok." Huang Hai took the gift and put it on the cabinet: "Old Shen, please trust me, the police will bring the murderer to justice, don't act rashly!" "You mean Zhang Mingsong, a special grade math teacher at Nanming High School? Half a year ago, this guy bought a private car. It's already hard to track him, but I won't give up." He noticed that there was an extra book by Dan Brown on Huang Hai's bookshelf.He concluded that Mingming was killed by a pervert who was addicted to killing and offering sacrifices. Only by understanding the murderer's knowledge and psychological background can he be accurately arrested and brought to justice.Shen Yuanchao loved reading when he was young

, Obtained an undergraduate diploma in Chinese language and literature through self-study exams, but only read such world famous books as well as works by Lu Xun, Mao Dun, and Ba Jin. He knew nothing about religion and semiotics, so he delved into it.This book has sold 60 million copies worldwide. According to his logic, one percent of the people on earth are murderers. Although, this ratio is not high. Everyone thought that he had gone mad, but he was still stuck in deep obsession. "Officer Huang, please don't get me wrong, I just came to thank you - for you, for more than ten years, to track down the murderer who killed my son, I thank you for the statement in the grave!"

Suddenly, fourteen-year-old Si Wang interjected, "The murderer will definitely be caught." "Shut up! When grown-ups are talking, why do children get in the way!" "I believe these cases are not isolated, Zhang Mingsong is a serial killer!" Huang Hai shook his head helplessly: "Old Shen, you are here again!" Shen Yuanchao pointed to that book and said, "This book is also very suitable for your son. I'm leaving, goodbye!" On the way out of Huang Hai's house, the boy's face and those twinkling eyes lingered in his mind, seemed to convey some kind of message?

Late at night, when Shen Yuanchao came home, his daughter was still waiting for him.The fourteen-year-old girl was born slim, but she rejected all kinds of Christmas party invitations, yawning and watching horror movies at home. A few days ago, my daughter had just celebrated her birthday, which was also the anniversary of her mother's death. The first time Shen Yuanchao learned that his wife was pregnant was on June 17, 1995, which was also the last time he saw Shenming. He still clearly remembers that lunch, when his wife arranged a large table for his illegitimate son twenty-five years ago.He knew that his son was in trouble, but what Shen Yuanchao cared about was not how to help him, but whether the secret was known to others.He was afraid that once word spread in the unit, the position of the prosecutor might be lost.

Now that I think about it, how regretful he is! The only consolation is that when he left that afternoon, out of nowhere, he hugged Shen Ming on his own initiative. Unexpectedly, it was a farewell. When he returned home after dropping off his son, his wife told him with a complicated expression: "Yanchao, I'm pregnant." Shen Yuanchao was overwhelmed by this sudden news. He had been married for more than ten years, but he had never had a child. He went to the hospital for checkups many times, and they all said that the woman had serious gynecological diseases and it was difficult to conceive.But he never disliked his wife, and devoted all his energy to work, catching corrupt elements every day, and rarely had the opportunity to go home to rest.He is grateful to his wife for forgiving him, especially for his illegitimate child.He didn't expect his wife to be able to conceive. Is it the child bestowed on him by God?

In any case, the wife decided to give birth to the child despite the dangers of advanced maternal age. Five days later, a police officer named Huang Hai found the procuratorate, called Shen Yuanchao outside alone, and said with a stern expression, "Shen Ming is dead." But he didn't show any expression, just nodded silently, and provided some information that he knew, like a cold-blooded man facing a bad debt.He returned to the procuratorate's office and continued to work, until late at night when he was alone, he squatted on the ground and cried bitterly... He is determined to avenge the dead Shen Ming.

Half a year later, the daughter finally came to this world, but her mother died of postpartum hemorrhage. Shen Yuanchao hugged his wife's body sadly. Every blow in the past year was almost fatal. Which man had such a fate? He named his daughter Shin Min. A middle-aged widowed man not only has to bring up the baby, but also shoulders the responsibility of tracking down the murderer of his son. In the dead of night, after his daughter fell asleep in the crib, although he was exhausted, Shen Yuanchao still had trouble falling asleep, and often thought of that woman named Xiaoqian. She is Shen Ming's mother. Shen Yuanchao met her when she was twenty years old. This girl is the daughter of a servant. She dropped out of school after only a few years of study. She was selling breakfast on the street at a young age.He often buys glutinous rice cakes from her, watching the glutinous glutinous rice rolling in the oil pan become golden, and seeing her beautiful face with a pair of big eyes, every time he blinks and flutters his eyelashes, it will make his Rapid heartbeat. During the summer vacation that year, he took her to go fishing by the Suzhou River, to watch a model play at the Daguangming Cinema, and to make love to each other on a bench in the People's Park... That's how Shen Ming came into this world. A few months before his birth, Shen Yuanchao left the city, took a train to the Great Northern Wilderness, and became part of a group of educated youths going to the countryside.In the wilderness of the Sino-Soviet border, he could not receive any letters, let alone talk on the phone, squatting in the depths of the snow all day long, facing the Soviet soldiers across the river.It wasn't until the next year when he returned to the city to visit relatives that he found out that Xiaoqian had given birth to a son for him. He admitted it as soon as he picked up the child, but he couldn't marry her, let alone let others know the secret, otherwise he would be spurned by others and lose the opportunity to join the party that was already in front of him.He cruelly abandoned the mother and son, and set foot on the train back to the Great Northern Wilderness. Seven years later, Shen Yuanchao, an advanced party member, got the quota to return to the city, just like a prisoner who had been exiled for seven years, finally returned to his parents and was arranged to work in the procuratorate. Xiaoqian was already dead. In order to survive with her child, this poor woman was forced to marry a bastard, but was poisoned to death by that man.Fortunately, the son desperately called the police, and the murderer was able to take his life. Shen Yuanchao found that the child grew more and more like himself, and was sent to the police station by his grandmother to change his name to Shenming.But he had to hide this relationship, otherwise he couldn't stay in the prosecutor's office.He visited his son once a month and gave the child's grandmother 20 yuan, when the monthly salary was only 40 yuan.In the future, the cost of living will increase every year until he declares that he is admitted to a university. Later, he became the people's prosecutor as he wished, married his wife of decent background, and became the stern prosecutor Lao Shen. Less than a year after marriage, his wife discovered his secret.Shen Yuanchao confessed the mistakes of the year and was mentally prepared for the divorce. Unexpectedly, she just shed some tears and never mentioned this matter again.Later, when she knew that it was difficult for her to conceive, she took the initiative to ask for a look at Shen, wanting to know what her husband's biological son looked like.She even proposed to take the child to live at home, but Shen Yuanchao flatly rejected him - he was worried that the scandal of the illegitimate child would be known to outsiders. Now, my daughter is in the second grade of junior high school. And it was stated that the child had already been buried in the ground as ashes for fourteen years.Shen Yuanchao often imagined seeing him again, but he couldn't say a word, as if his teeth had been pulled out, and he endured the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Ten years of life and death, without thinking, never forgetting. If he had another life, no matter whether he drank Mengpo soup or not, if he saw Shen Yuanchao again, would he remember this so-called father?