Chapter 118 Innocent Heart 6

On the way back from the orphanage, Yan Qing told what he saw.

Yan Xiuwen asked Xiao Zhang, "I asked you to find out how Dean Feng's son died in an accident. Have you found out?"

Only then did Xiao Zhang remember this matter. He was so busy catching people in the welfare home lying that he forgot to mention anything else.

"After checking, Feng An had asthma. When he was sent to the health center, he had no vital signs."

The car suddenly became quiet.

Based on what Yan Qing saw in Xiao Cheng's consciousness, Feng An did not appear again after that hide-and-seek incident. It was probably because he was locked in the house and his asthma attack was not treated in time, so he died.

If this is the case, then Dean Feng does have murderous intentions towards the three children in Xiaocheng.

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When he returned to Yan's house, Yan Qing had already fallen asleep in the car.

It's only around nine o'clock in the evening, far from the time when she usually gets sleepy.

Yan Xiuwen's eyes stayed on her face for a moment, and he saw that her face was still a little pale, which showed that the formation just now had a considerable impact on her.

He placed his palm on Yan Qing's forehead and stayed there for a moment.

In his sleep, Yan Qing only felt a coolness wandering through his body, slowly wrapping himself in it. The coolness was very comfortable, and it gradually calmed down the originally dull and surging Qi and blood.

Yan Qing, who felt like he was about to completely indulge in the coolness, realized something was wrong and opened his eyes suddenly.

Yan Xiuwen's hand failed to pull away in time and was grabbed by Yan Qing who suddenly woke up.

Their eyes met, and the vigilance in her eyes did not dissipate. Looking at Yan Xiuwen in front of her, she asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Yan Xiuwen couldn't avoid his gaze at all, and his hand was still tightly held by Yan Qing, unable to pull away.

After a long while, facing Yan Qing's refusal to give in, Yan Xiuwen asked, "Who am I?"

Yan Qing was slightly startled. From the moment he saw Yan Xiuwen, he was Yan Xiuwen. If he wasn't Yan Xiuwen, who else could he be?

But my feelings are always correct. There are some slight differences in feelings between the Yan Xiuwen I have been getting along with recently and the Yan Xiuwen I first interacted with.

Is it possible that there are two Yan Xiuwen?

But I have never heard Yan Shu mention that there is a fourth child in the Yan family.

The tone of the two of them was quite calm, but there was tension between them when they looked at each other.

At this moment, the car window was knocked, and Yan Zhen's voice came in from outside the car, "Is there anyone inside? If there is no one, I will ask the housekeeper to move the car."

I saw Yan Zhen's big face close to the car window, trying to see if there was anyone inside, but the car window was protected from prying eyes, so I couldn't see anything.

The two people in the car: "..."

Yan Qing could only let go of Yan Xiuwen's hand.

When the two got out of the car, Yan Zhen, who appeared at the wrong time, wondered, "Uncle, what were you two doing in the car? You didn't get out for a long time."

Yan Qing glanced at him and once again didn't understand how Yan Zhen got into Yunnan University.

The two of them walked through the door of Yan's house, leaving Yan Zhen standing alone at the door blowing the wind, with no one paying attention to him.

In the living room, Yan Shu was lying on the sofa watching TV. Yan Zhen patted her shoulder from behind, looked at the two people entering the room upstairs, and asked in a low voice, "Have you noticed that my uncle and Yan Qing are a little strange?

."

Yan Shu only listened to half of what came out of Yan Zhen's mouth.

She didn't look back, "Why is it weird?"

Yan Zhen didn't feel that she was being perfunctory, "I went downstairs several times at night and saw sister Aqing cooking noodles for my uncle. She has never cooked noodles for me!"

Yan Shu took an apple and ate it, "My sister is cooking noodles for my uncle. A bowl costs 5,000 yuan. Can you afford it?"

Yan Zhen touched his chin, "I really can't afford it..."

I originally thought that the price offered by this sister was already outrageous, but I didn't expect that the price offered by the other sister was even more outrageous.

Yan Zhen shook his head repeatedly, his uncle was really a victim.

"No, no, what I want to say is that I just saw my uncle and the others in the car at the door. They didn't get out of the car for a long time. They ignored me when I asked. Please analyze what's going on."

He patted Yan Shu on the shoulder several times.

Yan Shu: "Maybe I think you are too noisy and I don't want to talk to you."

Yan Zhen frowned immediately, "Don't perfuse me."

Hearing this, Yan Shu finally turned around and glanced at him, surprised, "I didn't expect you could see that I was perfunctory with you!"

Yan Zhen: "?"

Are you that stupid?

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The next day, Dean Feng was taken to the bureau for questioning.

"Feng Mingcui, we found out that your son died from an asthma attack seventeen years ago. May I ask how your son had an accident that day?"

When mentioning her deceased son, Dean Feng was obviously in a low mood. After a long while, she said slowly.

"I have studied and I used to teach children how to read in the institution. My husband is busy on weekdays, so I usually take my son to the orphanage together."

"That day he was so playful that he ran to the room in the backyard where the debris was kept and locked himself so he couldn't get out. I was busy at the time and thought he was playing with other children..."

Tears fell silently from the corners of Dean Feng's eyes. She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, her voice choked with sobs, "I didn't expect that something would happen to him..."

"By the time he was sent to the hospital, he could not be saved."

Xiao Zhang frowned, "Don't your son have any medicine on him?"

He asked people at the hospital that asthma patients usually carry medicine with them to prevent attacks, and younger patients will also ask their parents to teach them how to take medicine.

Feng An was already nine years old when the accident happened, and his parents must have taught him how to take medicine when he got sick.

Dean Feng covered his face and cried, "He accidentally dropped the medicine when he was playing with other children and didn't bring it with him..."

Recalling what happened to his son seventeen years ago, Dean Feng remembered almost every detail clearly, which made people think deeply.

At the end of the interrogation, Dean Feng came out of the interrogation room and happened to meet Yan Qing who was following Yan Xiuwen.

The moment she saw Yan Qing and their eyes met, she remembered what Yan Qing said when she was in the orphanage.

"Has Dean Feng ever added anything to the white paper?"

The girl's eyes were clear and her voice was calm, but it made people panic, as if the secret hidden in her heart was easily peeked into.

The moment they passed each other, she felt inexplicably nervous. Her hands suddenly clenched into fists, and her fingertips pinched the flesh of her palms tightly.

Until she left the police station, she was still in the same panic of being peered into her heart.

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Xiao Zhang: "This Feng Mingcui, she still remembers the details of the day her son had an accident seventeen years ago. She was so sad just now, which shows how much she loves this son. If she knew that Feng An was locked up by the other three children,

What happened in the house, how could we let those three children go?"
Chapter completed!