Chapter 127

Tired of being crooked for a while, Shen Zhao sent Song Ling downstairs and out of the building. Song Ling did not let her out, and said softly, "It's windy outside, you can go up."

Just after she finished speaking, there was a sudden feeling of flow under the tip of her nose. She raised her hand and touched it, and her fingers were stained with blood.

She stared at the blood stains on her fingers, looking slightly dazed.

Shen Zhao also raised his eyes to see it, and quickly took out the tissue in his pocket to wipe for her, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Ling pinched her nose, took a tissue to cover it, shook her head gently, and comforted her in a warm voice, "It's nothing, it's just heaven."

Shen Zhao was worried, put his fingers on her arm, and wanted to check her condition, just at this moment the phone rang.

It was Song Ling's cell phone, she couldn't get her hands free, Shen Zhao reached into her pocket and took it out for her, and saw a string of eight-digit numbers on the screen, it was a call from a landline.

Shen Zhao raised his eyes to look at her, and Song Ling raised his chin lightly, signaling her to connect.

Press the connect button, hand over the phone and stick it to Song Ling's ear.

"Hello." Song Ling said, his voice was a little heavy because he pinched his nose.

"Hello, is this Song Ling?" A man's voice came from the other end.

Song Ling frowned slightly and replied, "I am."

"Our side is from the Jiangcheng Criminal Police Brigade. There are clues about Xiang Jin, and we need you to come over."

Hearing Xiang Jin's name, Song Ling was slightly startled, and after a while, she agreed, "Okay, I'll go over later."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Zhao noticed the change in Song Ling's face and asked her worriedly, "What happened?"

Song Ling didn't hide it from her, and said directly, "It was the police station."

Shen Zhao's expression paused for a while, and he understood, and said softly, "Is there any news from Xiang Jin?"

Song Ling snorted, looked up at her, and said, "Go up quickly, don't worry."

Shen Zhao responded lightly, fearing that Song Ling would think too much, he didn't say anything.

"How about I go with you." Shen Zhao said.

Song Ling looked up at her, paused for a moment, and said, "No, go up quickly."

The weather outside was suddenly gloomy, Song Ling turned to leave, but Shen Zhao suddenly stopped her again, "A Ling..."

Song Ling heard her voice, stopped and turned to look at her, "What's wrong?"

Shen Zhao pursed his lips, and finally said, "Go to the hospital for a checkup later."

Only then did Song Ling realize that she was talking about her nosebleeds, and raised the corners of her lips with a smile: "Are you worried about me?"

This time, without joking with her, Shen Zhao snorted and pursed his lips and said, "Yeah, I'm worried about you, and I'm also a little scared."

When father was around, also had nosebleeds during that time. Perhaps she thought too much, or perhaps she was too sensitive. The departure of her father was the biggest sadness and regret in her life. She was afraid that any accident would happen to the important people in her life.

Song Ling understood her worries, and she promised her, "Okay, I know, I'll do a full-body examination when I get back."

Shen Zhao pulled the corner of his mouth, smiled and said, "Be careful while driving."

Song Ling: "Well, good."

Shen Zhao stood downstairs and watched the figure get farther and farther away, until it disappeared into the confused mist.

She stood for a while, the weather in the first month was also fickle, the wind was strong, and her thoughts were chaotic, she looked up at the sky, the sun had long been hidden in the dark clouds and mist, the sky was gray, let her feel uneasy.

Song Ling drove away from the Huguang Building and headed for the Jiangcheng Criminal Police Brigade.

The police told her last time that Xiang Jin came to Jiangcheng, and the crime happened in Tingcheng, so the police from the two cities jointly dispatched, but because many clues were lost, these days, Xiang Jin has not been found. whereabouts.

When she arrived at the Criminal Police Brigade, Song Ling registered her information at the door, and someone led her in.

After entering the department, it was the same police comrade last time, Captain Xiao of the Criminal Police Brigade.

"Captain Xiao, hello." Song Ling said.

Xiao Mo raised his eyes and said, "Sit."

Handing over the envelope on the table, Song Ling was stunned for a moment. He looked down at the thick envelope in front of him, so he raised his head and asked him softly, "This is?"

Xiao Mo raised his chin lightly and gestured, "Open it and take a look."

Song Ling opened the envelope suspiciously, and inside was a thick stack of photos. The edges of the photos were slightly yellowed, and it could be seen that they were some old photos. Just as a corner of the photo was exposed, Song Ling's movements suddenly stopped.

The color tone of the photo is a bit depressed and bleak.

Song Ling took out the entire photo and turned it over one by one. Each photo was of the same little girl. The shooting environment was oppressive and infiltrating, and she photographed every look of the girl.

His eyes were full of innocence, clarity, and fear.

The girl's appearance is only about four or five years old, but Song Ling can recognize the expression in those eyes at a glance, and she has kept it in her heart for many years.

Song Ling's heart trembled slightly, and she frowned in disbelief and asked, "This is... Xiang Jin?"

Xiao Mo stared at Song Ling's eyes, was silent for half a second, then said with a hum: "Yes."

Song Ling lowered his head again, flipping through the photos in his hands one by one. It was Xiang Jin, who she had never seen before, so small, so pitiful and helpless, wearing a small skirt, long soft hair hanging down on her shoulders, and wounds all over her arms.

Finally, when turned to a photo, fingers suddenly stopped.

The little girl in the photo is locked in a pet cage. She sits in it with a cat next to her, her hair is messy, her big eyes are wet, and there are tears in her eyes...

Song Ling raised her head suddenly, looked at the person in front of her, and questioned him with her eyes.

Xiao Mo lowered his eyes, fell on the photo in Song Ling's hand, and said lightly, "The photo was taken from Xiang Wanhua's case file, and it is the evidence photo in a domestic violence case 20 years ago. The girl in the room is Xiang Jin, three to six years old, her original name is Chen Jin, her mother is Xiang Wanhua, and her father is Chen Shengtang."

Chen Shengtang's name is not unfamiliar. Song Ling knew four years ago that Chen Shengtang was Xiang Jin's father and the one who kidnapped her when she was a child.

Xiao Mo continued: "Chen Shengtang was a very talented photography artist, and he was a little famous at the time, but he seemed to have offended people later, and his work career plummeted. His anger and resentment were vented on his own family. He abused his wife and abused his daughter many times. However, because of Xiang Wanhua's retention and cover up, the police stopped it several times, and only treated it as an ordinary family dispute case. Later, he He went even further and pushed Xiang Wanhua downstairs, almost dying. Only then did the police intervene. With the help of the police, the two divorced. Later, Xiang Wanhua met your father, and your father took them in. Formed a new family with her. You probably already know what happened later, including the case of Xiang Wanhua instigating Chen Shengtang to kidnap you."

Song Ling quietly listened to the people in front of her talking about these things she never knew. She didn't know Xiang Jin's past, and she never knew her. She only knew about that incident. She and Xiang Wanhua deceived her and deceived her. her father.

She didn't know the man, and she had never seen through it.

"So, Chen Shengtang's shot was fired on purpose, right?" Song Ling looked down at the photo in his hand, trying to find the person's true thoughts in the photo.

She should have hated him, so at that moment, she shot without hesitation to kill this man.

Xiao Mo didn't answer her words, he just smiled lightly: "You are the one who experienced the crime, you know better than me."

Song Ling pursed her lips and did not speak. She hated this person, hated her for deceiving her, hated her for ruining her life, hated her for hurting the most important person in her life...

But at this moment, she realized that he was also a pitiful and sad person.

"Is there no news about her yet?" Song Lingmo asked in a low voice.

Xiao Mo: "Not yet, but from Chen Dazhi, we learned that she had frequent contact with a person named Wei Qiliang."

Song Ling raised his head, "Wei Qiliang?"

Xiao Mo nodded and said, "He's a drug dealer and the biggest black hand in the police's anti-drug case. I haven't traced any clues to him for years. The bureau's message is, don't start a panic, and plan to follow the clues and find the person behind Xiang Jin.."

Hearing Xiao Mo's "drug dealer", Song Ling realized that when Ah Zhao was victimized, she never knew why Xiang Jin had those things, but now, she actually lied to her from beginning to end.