novelraw Chapter 855 - 636: The Fewer the Traces, the More It Looks Like His Style!
Chapter 855 - 636: The Fewer the Traces, the More It Looks Like His Style!
Rong Jing sat in the large president’s leather chair, not in his usual carefree and relaxed posture, but rather sitting upright like a diligent student listening intently.His pair of snake-like eyes were fixed on the computer screen...
The person standing beside him, about to submit work materials, was Deng Wei.
Rong Jing asked him to wait a moment, so he stood there, his gaze falling on the sizable computer screen.
The mother and son’s faces were not unfamiliar to him; over the past fifteen years, he had secretly watched them countless times...like a voyeur, timidly observing from a place unknown to them.
Fifteen years...
It was truly an unbearably long time.
Yet he couldn’t muster the courage to step in front of the mother and son, even as a stranger.
To greet them, say something, even if only passing by, he didn’t dare.
Back then, he insisted on carrying out the mission for Wu Rong because his sister-in-law was about to give birth.
His usually soft-spoken, somewhat timid wife, for the first time, got angry at him, questioning why he thought of his brother and sister-in-law but never considered her and their infant Ah Yu...
"You chose to marry me; before marriage, you should have accepted the variety of issues that might come with my profession! If every police officer’s family thought like you do! If everyone wanted to retire to the second line! Who would protect the country and its people?!"
The words he roared at Lu Ping nearly became his nightmare every night for fifteen years.
He often regretted it so much it was like his intestines were turning green.
He even thought it might be better if...he really died...
But what stopped him from making the decision...was still his wife.
She was pretty, and gentle-natured; he believed others would treat her well.
Yet...year after year, Wu Yao witnessed her intentionally keeping distance from men who wanted to take care of her and their son...
Year after year...
This timid and gentle woman seemed to insist on something her way, protesting in her own manner.
It was probably in the fifth year after his "death"...
Wu Yao was determined; he had to return to their side, if not a year then three, if not three then seven, if not seven then ten...
He wanted to reclaim his name, his identity, and his honor.
Thus, he changed his name and went into hiding.
"Mrs. Wu, after fifteen years, you decided to overturn the case; isn’t this too long ago, and many netizens are questioning the authenticity of the blog post content. Could you please explain?"
"I’m not going to explain anything to the netizens concerned about this matter; I will inform the police of everything one by one. Thank you all for your concern."
"Mrs. Wu, do you have solid evidence proving your husband’s innocence?"
Lu Ping looked at the reporter and said seriously,
"I do. But even if I didn’t, I have never doubted my husband."
"A police officer who always put defending the country and serving the people first, even if it meant leaving his angry wife and an infant at home, was told posthumously that he betrayed the Public Security Bureau and the people..."
"Ask yourself, who would believe it?"
"I am very grateful for everyone’s interest in this matter. Posting it on the social platform was to hope it would gain public attention and thereby attract relevant departments’ notice."
"I’m just one person whose voice is weak, but I believe the relevant departments will respond if millions focus on the matter."
"This woman doesn’t look at all like she has the guts to openly oppose Wu Rong and the others..."
Rong Jing squinted his eyes, murmuring as he analyzed,
"With a son about to enter high school...even if she wants to overturn the case for her husband, she would never choose this moment."
"Deng Wei, do you think...someone is backing this woman?"
Rong Jing suddenly asked, but he didn’t turn around. If he did, he would easily see Deng Wei watching the live broadcast with glistening eyes, the whites slightly reddened...
Deng Wei pressed his lips tightly, quickly regaining his composure.
"Certainly, there is."
Deng Wei replied.
Rong Jing’s eyes squinted again,
"Who do you think...is backing this mother and son?"
"Well..."
Deng Wei pretended to be clueless, mumbling,
"I honestly can’t think of anyone with direct connections, given this case from fifteen years ago—it wouldn’t be overturned unless it involved someone from that time, right?"
"Exactly...people usually think this way; the woman doesn’t have the skill nor the courage to easily target the involved individuals from the case filed back then."
"She must consider her son..."
"This woman can recount details comprehensively after fifteen years, and all speculations are rooted—it clearly means someone involved in the case back then leaked some insider information."
Deng Wei agreed, ostensibly in affirmation.
"But...don’t you think...it’s too coincidental?"
"What?"
"If the case’s related personnel wanted to overturn it, fifteen years...why not anytime until now? Why now, precisely?"
"Perhaps the situation suddenly presented an opportunity?"
"Indeed, an opportunity, but what kind of opportunity?"
Rong Jing studied the screen, though his legs were crossed, his back was perfectly straight.
His slender index finger tapped lightly on the desk while those snake-like eyes turned sharper, as if disparate thoughts slowly converged into clarity over scattered sand’s original form...
"If Yin Shixiu is truly alive, then this is the opportunity."
"..."
Deng Wei’s expression didn’t change, not a ripple stirred in his eyes.
Rong Jing had always suspected Yin Shixiu didn’t die, ever since he followed Su Xiaomeng’s activities.
Later, the doubt lessened, but the thought never quite extinguished.
Furthermore, Su Xiaomeng’s previous remark made Rong Jing often uneasy; lately, he’d instructed thorough investigations, ensuring no detail is overlooked.
Those comments from Su Xiaomeng seemed almost prophetic...
Rong Jing was afraid.
Those words from Su Xiaomeng also achieved their intended impact...
Rong Jing, unable to find peace, constantly shaken by unfounded speculation and fear.
Deng Wei understood better than anyone all the leads available to Rong Jing nowadays.
Besides, the investigation to determine whether Yin Shixiu truly died had been left entirely up to Deng Wei.
When Deng Wei reported back, he naturally hid whatever findings he could.
Thus, Rong Jing’s suspicions remained personal...
"President Rong, aren’t you being too sensitive? How could a dead man revive?"
Deng Wei spoke casually,
"Besides, we’ve been investigating from various angles for quite a while, without finding the slightest trace."
Rong Jing shook his head slowly,
"I have a feeling."
"..."
"It’s precisely because we haven’t found anything that it strengthens my feeling."
Rong Jing said, his tone firm,
"I’ve known Yin Shixiu for so many years, he’s a few years older—I’ve called him brother. I understand this man better than anyone...if he wanted to achieve something, he wouldn’t leave a single trace!"
"The more elusive the evidence, the more it lacks tracks and signs—the more it aligns with his style!"
Deng Wei’s brow subtly furrowed.
Because what Rong Jing stated possessed more confidence than anything he uttered previously.
It resembled an unfounded deduction, yet, he intended to base other judgments on this unfounded conclusion...
This isn’t a good sign.
For he uncovered the truth without any basis.
Deng Wei’s fists tightened slightly.
"Just because we fail to spot the evidence doesn’t mean others won’t; I must notify Wu Rong and let him know Yin Shixiu isn’t dead! He’s certainly alive, lurking somewhere in the world!"
Rong Jing spoke as he arose,
"If he’s alive, traces will exist. At worst, attempt it again—I can’t believe it; if we seize Su Xiaomeng, he won’t emerge!"
"This man who regards Su Xiaomeng far more important than his own life..."
Deng Wei, standing beside Rong Jing, listened to those words that were terrifying.
"President Rong, do you intend to...kidnap Su Xiaomeng?"