Chapter 58 Chapter Twelve

Ching Ming. In the seventeen years since Shen Ming's death, Shen Yuanchao has been researching all kinds of perverted murderers, and even has no taboos on all corpses, coffins and graves. It was another dripping rainy day, and golden fields of rape blossoms surrounded the cemetery.There is a serious photo inlaid on the tombstone, with the words "Tomb of the Yellow Sea Martyrs" underneath - logically he should enter the Martyrs Cemetery, but according to his last wish expressed during his lifetime, he hoped to accompany his son who died young forever, so he was buried in the Ordinary cemetery in the suburbs.

Shen Yuanchao held a black umbrella and embraced a large cluster of chrysanthemums. At the same time, he saw Si Wang standing in front of the grave. The boy turned his head suspiciously, and three sticks of incense were curling up by his hand. "I will catch that evil spirit and kill him with my own hands." These words came out of Shen Yuanchao's mouth. His white hair was a little more than last time, but his eyes were deeper or frightening. "Nephew, you've grown taller again. I'm here to visit your father's grave." He thought the other party was Huang Hai's son, so Si Wang simply played the role to the end: "Prosecutor Shen, thank you!"

Shen Yuanchao tightly grasped the young man's hand, which was as cold as death. He said to Police Officer Huang Hai's tombstone, "Old Huang, I missed your funeral, but Qingming still wants to see you. Although it has been so many years , all the clues I have tried my best to provide are considered wrong by you, and I am still very grateful to you." "My dad has heard it. His spirit in heaven will definitely protect me and catch the murderer." "But you are too young." "Dad used to tell me about an American movie about the son of a righteous prosecutor in the racist South of the United States in the 1950s and 1960s. The main character recites a poem several times, and I still remember a few lines : 'I am the master of my destiny, I am the captain of my soul.' The film is called The Unconquerable, and this poem comes from the Victorian English poet William Ernest Henry."

"Son, what do you want to say to me?" Si Wang's expression became more and more weird: "Prosecutor Shen, you are much better than I imagined, you are a good person." "I have retired a long time ago. I have worked in the prosecutorial system for forty years, and I have a clear conscience as a member of the Communist Party. My nephew, I will bid farewell." "I'll take you out." He glanced at the tombstone for the last time, but stopped like an electric shock. It turned out that "Zi Huang Zhiliang" was engraved under Huang Hai's name, which was written in black ink, representing the dead.

If Huang Hai had other children, they would also write their names on the tombstone, but the living people had to use red ink to write their names—but there was only the black "Huang Zhiliang" on the tombstone. Si Wang took two steps back in embarrassment, and behind him was A Liang's grave. Although Shen Yuanchao is old, he has become farsighted, and he can clearly see "Huang Zhiliang's Tomb" behind him, and then found that Huang Zhiliang's tombstone is also engraved with a line of words "Father Huang Hai weeps", the date of birth and death The engraving is "1994~2004".

The ceramic photo inlaid on A Liang's tombstone, this ten-year-old boy who died of leukemia, was indeed somewhat similar to Si Wang. Therefore, Shen Yuanchao completely equated the young man at this moment with Huang Hai's son who had been dead for eight years. you you……" His teeth were shaking, and Si Wang lowered his face and spoke like a dead man—— "That's right, I am Huang Zhiliang, who died of leukemia eight years ago. I want to tell you that in this world, people can be resurrected after death."