In the autopsy room, there was a sudden exclamation!
"Dad!"
A slightly plump middle-aged man shouted, "Dad!" and quickly supported an old man next to him!
The old man was Bai Fengqi, the president of Nanyun Publishing House. When the white cloth was removed and he saw the face of the mysterious female corpse, he trembled and couldn't say a word.
After four or five seconds, he was too excited and fell to the side. Fortunately, his son, Bai Xiaojun, held him up.
"Dad … Dad …" Bai Xiaojun was frightened and quickly persuaded, "Dad … Why don't we … Let's go out first …"
"No! No! " The old man's tears gushed out instantly. He was grief-stricken, but he couldn't believe it. He stood up and approached the female corpse again, his mouth trembling as he muttered, "Ruohua … Ruohua …"
"Dad!" Bai Xiaojun asked in surprise, "Is … Is she really my mother? That … That's impossible, right? "
"Ruohua …" However, the old man didn't care. Instead, he approached the female corpse and cried, "Ruohua … It's been so many years … Where have you been?
"Why … You haven't changed at all …"
"Police officer …" Bai Xiaojun couldn't take it anymore and asked Zhang Peipei, who was wearing a white coat, "What's going on? If my mother were still alive, she would be sixty-six years old this year!
"Is there a mistake?! You can't make such a joke! "
"Unless …" Zhang Peipei said awkwardly, "The DNA that you retrieved from the National Missing Persons Database was wrong, and through comparison, she is indeed your mother!"
"No way!" Bai Xiaojun couldn't believe it. "How could she look younger than me?"
"Belly button … On the side of the belly button …" Bai Fengqi, who was grief-stricken, finally spoke, "There's a mole there, it's purple …"
"Oh? Is that so? "Bai Xiaojun reached out to lift the white cloth on the female corpse.
"Go away!" Bai Fengqi scolded and pushed Bai Xiaojun away.
Then, Bai Fengqi gently lifted a corner of the white cloth and looked under it.
However, the corpse was wearing clothes, so he couldn't see it at all.
"Huh?!" Unexpectedly, after seeing the clothes on the female corpse, Bai Fengqi was startled. His body shook violently and he quickly pressed down on his dizzy head.
"Dad!" Bai Xiaojun was worried that something might happen, so she supported the old man again.
"How … How could this be!?" Bai Fengqi tore off the white cloth on the female corpse.
When he had a clear look at the female corpse, he fell to his knees with a thud, covering his face with his hands and weeping …
"Dad … Dad … You have a weak heart," Bai Xiaojun said. "Don't get too excited! Are you sure … this is really my mother? "
"Old man …" Zhang Peipei noticed something and asked hurriedly, "Do you recognize these clothes?"
"Boo hoo …" Bai Fengqi wiped her tears, nodded and said, "How could I forget? This is what Ruohua was wearing when he went missing! "
"Ah?"
When Bai Fengqi said that, Zhao Yu and Miao Ying, who were far away, exclaimed at the same time. A strange atmosphere spread out from the autopsy room.
As the corpse was thawing, the clothes had all melted.
In order to verify Bai Fengqi's statement, Zhang Peipei and Bai Fengqi gently lifted up the female corpse's sweater and shirt. Soon, they saw the condition of the navel.
There was indeed a purple mole there, exactly as Bai Fengqi had said.
"Ah?! Ruohua … "Bai Fengqi couldn't take it anymore, so he laid on the female corpse and cried.
"Mom …" Bai Xiaojun knelt on the ground and muttered to herself, "This … Is this really my mother? Mom … "
…
Fifteen minutes later, outside the autopsy room.
Bai Fengqi took the tissue that Zhang Peipei passed to him and wiped his tears.
At that moment, he was still in a state of extreme sadness. But, besides the sadness, he was also deeply confused.
"President Bai," Miao Ying came to Bai Fengqi with a photocopy of the old photo and asked, "Look at this photo. Can you tell me when this photo was taken?"
"Ah?" With just one look, Bai Fengqi was shocked again and asked, "This photo … Where did it come from?"
"In the corpse … Mm, in your wife's pocket …" Miao Ying answered.
"Ruohua … Ruohua's pocket …" Bai Fengqi closed his eyes and calmed himself down. "There are only two photos. One is with Ruohua, and the other is with Zhong Qiulin …" Bai Fengqi clenched his teeth and corrected her, "With Zhong Qiulin!"
Zhong Qiulin?
Zhao Yu was stunned. Wasn't Zhong Qiulin the Chinese Literature Master in Andu?
Could it be …
Was there something going on?
"Police officer," Bai Fengqi calmed himself down again and pointed at the photo, "This photo was taken the day before Ruohua disappeared!
It was a farewell party. My wife, Su Ruohua, was selected by the school to further her studies at the Capital Normal University. A few of our colleagues held a simple farewell party for her, so we took this photo! "
"Farewell party?" Miao Ying repeated.
"Yes!" Bai Fengqi said with certainty, "Otherwise, why would Ruohua be standing in the middle of the photo?"
"Specifically … What day was it?" Miao Ying asked again.
"July 3, 1986," Bai Fengqi said without hesitation. "At that time, we couldn't afford a camera. In order to remember her, we used a black-and-white camera from the school!"
"The photo was also printed from the school. Because the school's photographic paper was limited, we only printed two. One was naturally given to my wife, Ruohua, and the other was with Zhong Qiulin …"
Oh …
Hearing this, Zhao Yu finally understood why the photo was in black-and-white and not in color.
"You were husband and wife, and your wife went to the capital to further her studies," Miao Ying asked. "You … Mm … Don't you have any objections?"
"What are you talking about?" Bai Fengqi said. "At that time, Nanyun was still a remote place. If she could go to the capital to further her studies, it would be a great thing. She couldn't even get a place for a few years, so why would I have any objections?
Not to mention that the child was already three years old, even if the child was just born, she still had to go!
"Oh …" Then, he suddenly changed his attitude and said, "That Zhong, oh … Zhong Qiulin, after Ruohua went missing, he took over Ruohua's place. Now, he is already a master of national studies!
"That was originally … the honor that our Lohar should have received …"
Holy sh * t …
Hearing this, Zhao Yu exclaimed in his heart. He didn't expect there to be so many stories.
Thinking back to Zhong Qiulin's intense reaction after seeing the photo, Zhao Yu couldn't help but suspect the master of national studies!
He was the only one who benefited from Ruohua's disappearance. Could it be … Su Ruohua's disappearance was related to this master of national studies?!
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