Chapter 488 He May Not Be Perfect

The identity of No. 9 is a mystery. I can't figure it out for the time being. I frown in thought and my eyes glance over Feng Minglong from time to time.

"Did you really not see that man's face clearly?" I still refused to give up and stared at Feng Minglong, trying to find any flaws in his face.

"Really not, you didn't know the situation at that time." Feng Minglong was lying on the bed, his tone was very helpless: "Is that person important?"

I shook my head and recalled the scene before boarding the train.

First I was startled in the bathroom. After I went out, all my attention was attracted by the blood fox, and I didn't notice anyone else at all.

It was during this moment of distraction that what Feng Minglong said happened.

"Two Feng Minglongs?" There were too few clues at hand, and I couldn't figure out anything for the time being, so I had to give up.

"The other party is following me. He must be very familiar with me. Is it possible that he is someone around me? But why did I see Feng Minglong's face at that time? This No. 9 is related to the show. The specific identity cannot be determined. Maybe It may be the new person who will replace me, or it may be a staff member of the show, or it may be related to Xia Chi and the others."

My eyes wandered back and forth over Feng Minglong, making him tremble.

"Hey, can you stop looking at me like that, as if I've done something sorry to you?"

"You know in your heart whether you have done it or not." I smiled lightly, said nothing, buried this doubt in my heart, and stretched out comfortably: "Back to the topic, what we experienced that night was actually just a dream. . Don’t just make noises when you see people, or you’ll be arrested as a mentally ill person someday.”

"Impossible, it's too real. It's definitely not a dream. You've obviously gone through everything. Why are you not willing to stand up and testify for me?" Feng Minglong grimaced. He also knew that he had said a lot of "nonsense" these days. ".

"It's not that I don't want to help you testify. The situation is very complicated. Don't worry about it anymore. Don't mention it to others in the future. Just treat it as a dream." I was too lazy to explain to Feng Minglong, so I turned over and fell asleep.

At noon, I was pushed awake and when I turned around, I saw Feng Minglong looking at me eagerly.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing Feng Minglong's face brought back horrifying memories in me. When I thought of being stared at by others while sleeping, I suddenly lost all sleep: "Can you be normal? No, I want to change wards!”

"Which ward should I change to? Just stay here." A gentle female voice came from the other side of the bed, and then I smelled the aroma of food.

Turning around to look, Tie Ningxiang placed the still-steaming food on the bedside table: "My mother just stewed the pork rib soup. You can eat it while it's hot."

"That's so embarrassing." I picked up the bowl and chopsticks and took a bite. The stew was very tender, and the pork ribs melted in my mouth. "It's delicious. My aunt is a superb cook. Senior sister, you should learn more from your aunt in this regard."

"Can't you keep your mouth shut even when you eat?" Tie Ningxiang rolled her eyes at me, sat next to me, and gently put her hand on my arm: "How are you resting? Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore. This place is nice. But the patient next to me is mentally unstable. I suspect he suffers from delusional disorder and paranoid psychosis."

While I was talking, I was devouring my food. Feng Minglong next to me swallowed his saliva and felt aggrieved: "What I said is all the truth..."

Only then did Tie Ningxiang notice Feng Minglong, said hello, and then quickly ignored him: "Gao Jian, there is one more thing I want to tell you this time."

"What's up?"

"About Ye Bing." Tie Ningxiang said in a complicated tone: "Since last night, her vital signs have been declining. The doctors are helpless and can't find the cause at all."

"Why are you telling me if you can't find the cause? I'm not a doctor?" I ate in silence. I had a good appetite today: "Did that Mr. Chen come to see you again?"

Tie Ningxiang nodded: "Mr. Chen is very famous in Jiangcheng. He is the same generation as my grandfather. Even if my father sees him, he will always call him Teacher Chen in a low voice."

"He went to your house?"

"No, someone close to Mr. Chen secretly told my dad behind his back."

"So the deputy railway bureau ordered you to convince me?" I put down the bowl and chopsticks: "Then Teacher Chen is really as good as you say? He knows people and faces but not their hearts. He seems sanctimonious and has extremely high moral character, but what about you? Do you know what kind of person he is deep down?"

After meeting Teacher Chen for the first time, I also searched for information about his life on the Internet.

This old gentleman is almost praised as a perfect person, and there is not even a single negative information about him on the Internet.

This seems very abnormal to me. The Internet environment is very complicated. Everyone wears a mask. Even if it is a completely positive report, there will be trolls underneath. Their trolls are not deliberately insulting or belittling. Some of them are just for fun, or they want to vent or gain attention, and that’s it.

But I searched through dozens of pages of reports and comments that day, and I was surprised not to find a single piece of negative information. In my opinion, this can only mean two things.

First, this old man is indeed a god-like being with flawless moral character; second, he may have a professional team operating to maintain his positive image.

After listening to my words, Tie Ningxiang began to retort rarely: "It's nothing if a person does one or two good things occasionally, or acts bravely for justice. If it's just like this, I won't respect the other person from the bottom of my heart. But Chen Lao's contribution to Jiangcheng and even Central and Southern China is obvious to all, and he has spent decades proving it."

"At the beginning, there were negative comments about Mr. Chen's actions in the society. They thought he was just putting on a show. They thought he was just like some of the upper-class people who do charity in a big way. They just wanted to use money to buy a good home. Reputation. But after so many years, the newspapers that raised questions have closed down, but Mr. Chen is still building schools and attracting more and more people to join."

"Gao Jian, there are good people in this world. I know your experience, and I also understand that it is difficult for you to accept such a person, but this is a fact."

Tie Ningxiang speaks earnestly and thoughtfully. Criminal investigators and anti-drug police officers are all good at guessing the worst about human nature. After all, they are dealing with extremely vicious desperadoes. Tolerance and trust can sometimes be fatal.

"Senior sister, I believe there are good people in the world, but I am not such a person, so I don't think like a good person. In my opinion, people are complicated. A gangster who smokes, drinks, and steals may also He would go to the back alleys to feed stray cats and dogs every evening; a well-dressed university professor with a high-quality education, who is probably a pervert at heart, and who is burdened with multiple murder cases; a four- or five-year-old innocent and cute child with a special appearance Pleasing, with delicate features like a porcelain doll, maybe he would put a sweet smile on his face and throw the newborn puppy into the stove in front of the mother."

"Appearance and temperament are just appearances. The most unpredictable thing in the world is the human heart."

Tie Ningxiang understood what I said. She was silent for a moment: "Gao Jian, you are too extreme."

"It's not that I'm too extreme, but that Teacher Chen is too perfect. From the perspective of criminal psychology, a person's future life trajectory may be related to an encounter or habit in his early years. The Teacher Chen you call can last for decades. He adopted orphans and established schools for disabled children and colleges for the deaf and mute. This must be related to some of his life experiences." Tie Ningxiang is not an outsider, so I didn't hide anything and spoke out all my thoughts. : "There are many ways to do charity, such as building schools for people in remote areas, donating to disaster areas, supporting construction in the northwest, etc. But Teacher Chen chose to adopt orphans and build many schools for the disabled. What is the reason for this? Why does Teacher Chen show extraordinary concern for orphans and disabled children?"

I guided him step by step. After listening to this, Tie Ningxiang subconsciously answered: "Why?"

I gently grabbed the back of her hand: "Are you sure you want to listen?"

"Stop talking and tell me quickly." Tie Ningxiang glared at me.

Lowering my voice, I leaned into Tie Ningxiang's ear and said: "This is just an unfounded speculation, don't take it to heart. I think the reason why Teacher Chen did this is firstly to atone for his sins, and secondly It’s for sexual fun.”