Captain Lu was aloof again today.

"With this information, we should be able to get him to talk very quickly."

Bai Rushuang said confidently.

Wei Qingsong frowned deeply: "No, quite the opposite. I think we can't get the answers we want from Guo Wenjin."

"Why?" Bai Rushuang asked, puzzled. "His daughter is his weakness and Achilles' heel. Can't we start from this point and break down his psychological defenses?"

“He’s not like those who make deals with the devil for profit,” Wei Qingsong said in a somber tone. “He’s a father who would give his own life to give his daughter a chance to live.”

Such a person is not afraid of death, let alone cares about fame before or after death.

The chances of persuading him are virtually zero.

Wei Qingsong said in a deep voice, "It's easier to check his bank statements than to pry him open up."

"That makes sense, I'll go right now!" Bai Rushuang nodded as if she understood, and quickly ran off.

Xiao Song scratched his head in distress: "Sister Wei, your psychological tactics are so powerful, are we really going to give up on this path this time and not give it another try?"

"It's worth a try, but it's best not to have too high hopes." Wei Qingsong shrugged and glanced at the documents in his hand.

The little girl in the photo is wearing a yellow duck hat, holding a dirty plush dog in her arms, and smiling brightly at the camera.

The six-year-old child, innocent and naive, is unaware that she is a child chosen by misfortune.

At this moment, despite the conflict with her stance, Wei Qingsong felt that even if Guo Wenjin continued to remain silent, she could understand.

He was just a tragic figure who risked his life for another.

Wei Qingsong exhaled a heavy breath and turned to enter the interrogation room.

Upon seeing her arrive, Chen Jin immediately stood up and made room for her.

Wei Qingsong sat down and handed the documents in his hand to Lu Jingming.

He lowered his eyes and flipped through the pages for a moment, his brows furrowing as well.

Guo Wenjin's situation is indeed very troublesome.

Wei Qingsong thought for a moment, then carefully asked, "Have you found a bone marrow match for An'an?"

Her opening statement left Guo Wenjin completely stunned.

It was like old friends chatting casually, instantly bridging the distance between them.

Guo Wenjin, who had been stubborn just moments before, nodded woodenly: "Found it. We're just waiting for the money to arrive so we can arrange the surgery."

His words were, in a way, an indirect admission of the reason he took the risk.

It's all for the money, for this exorbitant surgery fee.

Wei Qingsong remained silent for a while, then asked softly, "So, you've confirmed that the money has arrived?"

Guo Wenjin nodded slowly, a bitter smile appearing on his pale face: "Although I am not well-educated, I still understand the principle of 'a life for a life'."

“I never intended to run away. Yesterday, I booked a room near the hospital, hoping to see An’an one last time. Unfortunately, I was caught and brought back as soon as I got downstairs.”

Wei Qingsong didn't know what to say.

Lu Jingming paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "If in the future, An'an finds out that you bought her life in this way, how will she face herself?"

Guo Wenjin also fell silent. After a long while, he slowly said, "Officer, people have to live to have a future."

“I killed someone, I committed a crime, and I should pay with my life, but An’an is only six years old. She deserves a future, and I want her to live.”

This is just an ordinary father's simplest wish.

Wei Qingsong looked at Lu Jingming and gently shook her head.

An'an has found a bone marrow match and only surgery is needed, which means that Guo Wenjin has made up his mind and will not say anything.

The negotiations have reached a dead end.

It might be better to start with that large bank transfer; perhaps we can find some clues there.

However, this huge sum of 1.5 million was transferred through multiple layers of accounts, originating from an anonymous overseas account. Even a computer genius like Zheng Xun was unable to pinpoint the true identity of the account behind it.

Guo Wenjin's approach was blocked, and the money transfer lead also went cold.

Xiao Song held his head in his hands and sighed, "What should we do? Is this case really hopeless?"

Song Guifan suddenly gave him a sharp rap on the head.

Little Song winced in pain: "Brother, why did you hit me?"

“Undermining morale deserves a beating.” Song Guifan crossed his arms, his eyes clear and sharp. “I believe that Captain Lu and Advisor Wei will not give up easily.”

“Of course, we still have Guan Wenhan as a lead.” Wei Qingsong said calmly, “The road isn’t completely blocked yet, so it’s not time to be pessimistic.”

After saying that, she looked at Zheng Xun, who was sitting silently in the corner: "I want to know all the information about Guan Wenhan as soon as possible, please, Officer Zheng."

For the first time, Zheng Xun didn't contradict her and nodded solemnly, "I understand."

He knew this wasn't the time to be petty.

If Wei Qingsong can put aside his pride, he will naturally go all out.

Night had already fallen when I left the Municipal Bureau.

Wei Qingsong turned slightly to Lu Jingming and said, "I think..."

Before she could figure out how to start the conversation, Lu Jingming knowingly chimed in, "Want to visit Guo An'an at the hospital?"

“Yes.” Wei Qingsong nodded heavily, then smiled self-deprecatingly. “Am I being too nosy? A bit too much of a saint.”

"You're overthinking again." Lu Jingming reached out and ruffled her hair. "Kind people shouldn't be stigmatized, and you don't need to put so much pressure on yourself."

Wei Qingsong let out a relieved sigh.

Even if she was misunderstood, she still wanted to do what she could. Fortunately, Lu Jingming understood her.

The two drove to the hospital.

After identifying themselves, the nurse led them to a special ward.

Guo Wenjin's wife is named Zhao Rong. She is a young woman with a beautiful face, and hardship has not blurred her gentle temperament.

She nodded politely to the two men. After learning their purpose, Zhao Rong agreed to let them see Guo An'an, with the only condition: "The child is still young, so don't let her know about her father's affairs."

Wei Qingsong replied matter-of-factly, "Even if you don't tell us, we understand."

Guo An'an seemed to be in good spirits. She was wearing the little duck hat from the photo, lying on a small table, drawing with watercolors.

There was still an IV needle on her slender, white hand. If you looked closely, you could easily see that her entire arm was covered with countless needle marks, leaving a bluish-purple mark.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant. In the midst of her daily life filled with pain and chemotherapy, fortunately, her world was still colorful.

Wei Qingsong was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion.

What is the meaning of life?
Life has different meanings in the eyes of different people, but in any case, it should not be a commodity to be sold.

Someone used 1.5 million to buy Hua Rongchang's worthless life.

Some people used this 1.5 million to struggle to survive in this turbulent sea of ​​suffering.

Guo An'an, who has a very outgoing personality, came up to her without any shyness and said, "Sister, you are so beautiful."

Wei Qingsong smiled and said, "An'an is very pretty too."

Guo An'an pouted and shook her head: "An'an isn't pretty, An'an has lost all her hair."

Wei Qingsong was slightly taken aback.

But Guo An'an quickly smiled again: "Don't be sad, sister. An'an is just sick. Dad said that An'an will get better and then An'an will have beautiful hair."

After saying that, she turned to her mother and asked, "Hey, why didn't Dad come to see An'an today?"