Captain Lu was aloof again today.

Chapter 91 Parents
New clues have provided a new direction for solving the case, which is generally a good thing.

Wei Qingsong, however, was slightly puzzled: "What is the relationship between Sun Hao and this Yin Zhijie?"

If Sun Hao, a student in his early twenties, and Yin Zhijie, a 47-year-old middle-aged man, weren't relatives, what reason would Sun Hao have to send money to Yin Zhijie?

Given that it was such a large sum of money borrowed from others, and considering Sun Hao's family circumstances and current financial situation, whether he can repay it and how long it will take are still unknowns.

Xiao Song was taken aback by the question, and after a long pause, he replied, "As of now, the two have no direct contact. We have already sent people to investigate the specific situation."

Wei Qingsong was still deep in thought when a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

A refined-looking middle-aged leader pushed open the door and entered, a formulaic smile on his face: "The officers are still busy, thank you for your hard work."

"Is there something you need, Dean Yin?"

Lu Jingming calmly stood up and looked at the uninvited guest at the door with a serene expression.

His tone was indifferent, revealing no particular meaning, but Dean Yin always felt that he was politely asking the guest to leave.

Perhaps it's because his face is too cold.

"Oh, is that so? Sun Hao's parents have arrived and are currently in the lobby downstairs. I came to ask if the officers would like to speak with his parents to inquire about the situation?" Dean Yin paused for only a moment before maintaining his elegant demeanor and speaking with a smile.

To understand a person, you have to explore them from multiple perspectives. The "him" described by Sun Hao's friend is not the complete picture of him.

After a moment's thought, Wei Qingsong said, "Of course we need to."

Upon hearing this, Dean Yin readily nodded: "Then I'll go and invite them up right away."

"Wait, let's go downstairs. There's no need for the family to run around like this," Lu Jingming said at the right moment, stopping Dean Yin from doing so.

Having already suffered immense pain from losing a loved one, Sun Hao's parents need comfort now, not to be taken away for questioning in a daze and restraint, as if they were being interrogated.

Dean Yin paused for a moment, then nodded with a smile: "Captain Lu is indeed very thoughtful."

Lu Jingming didn't say much, but nodded slightly in response.

The lobby of the School of Humanities was bustling with people, but Wei Qingsong recognized Sun Hao's parents at first glance.

They were wearing drab gray sweatshirts, with logos on them that were knock-offs of a major brand.

Looking down, you can see that their trouser legs are covered in mud, and if you look closely, you can also see dried mud on their hands, and their fingernails are full of black dirt.

It seems that when they heard the bad news, they were still doing farm work. They didn't even have time to wash their hands or change their clothes before they rushed over from the countryside.

They were all working people who toiled in the fields, their skin tanned dark by the sun, their eyes lined with wrinkles, making it impossible to discern their true age. The pain of losing their beloved sons only made them look even older and more haggard.

Perhaps they knew their clothes weren't clean, because they sat awkwardly and stiffly on the chairs in the hall, barely occupying half their bodies, with most of their bodies hanging in the air.

Upon seeing Dean Yin, Mr. Sun immediately stood up, staggered over, and grabbed Dean Yin's hand: "Dean, have they caught the murderer who killed my child?"

Dean Yin frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed, reached out and gently patted the back of Sun's father's hand, reassuring him, "Don't worry, these are police officers from the Municipal Bureau. They are investigating with all their might, and I believe they will find the murderer soon."

Mr. Sun raised his teary eyes, turned around and grabbed Lu Jingming's hand, sobbing, "Officer, you must do justice for my child!"

Sun's mother, who had been sitting listlessly in her chair, suddenly seemed to wake from a dream. She rushed over, making as if to kneel down, and cried out, "Your Honor, I beg you, you must catch the murderer who killed my child, I beg you..."

Lu Jingming quickly reached out to help him up.

"Auntie, please don't be like this. Don't worry, we will do our best to investigate and give you an explanation." Wei Qingsong put his arm around Sun's mother's thin shoulder, helped her up, and comforted her gently.

She took a tissue out of her pocket, handed it to Sun's mother, and helped her to sit down on a chair.

Sun's mother took the tissue, wiped her face haphazardly, and looked at Wei Qingsong with teary eyes, as if looking for support, and held her hand tightly.

Her hands, roughened from years of farm work, were quite rough, and she was very strong. Wei Qingsong felt a sharp pain in the back of her hand, but she just smiled gently and looked at her mother with gentle eyes.

Sun's mother sobbed uncontrollably, lamenting, "He's our only son. We raised him with such difficulty, watched him go to university, then graduate school, and he was just about to achieve something... how could this happen..."

As she spoke, she broke down in tears again, and her grief spread throughout the hall.

Sun's father appeared more composed, but his eyes were also red-rimmed, and his lips trembled slightly with grief.

Wei Qingsong let out a heavy sigh.

Pity the parents of the world.

She really couldn't bear to see this scene.

She squeezed her grandma's wrinkled hand and whispered, "Auntie, listen to me, take a deep breath with me, and slowly close your eyes."

After taking a few deep breaths, she said softly, "Now, imagine you've arrived at the platform, holding your son's luggage in your hand. He's going to a farther place now. Look into his eyes and say one last thing to him before you send him off on his journey."

Sun's mother actually murmured softly, "Haohao, take good care of yourself over there. If you have any difficulties, just tell Mom."

Chen Jin watched from the sidelines, utterly astonished.

Sun's mother's emotions visibly calmed down.

Last time in Quyang, Wei Qingsong used the same method to calm Zhao Yanyu down. When he and Xiao Song saw this scene on the monitor, their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

Is this the legendary hypnosis? It's too amazing.

Wei Qingsong gently patted Sun's mother's back, trying to keep her tone gentle: "Auntie, what kind of child is Sun Hao at home? What is his personality like usually?"

Sun's mother's eyes filled with tears again, her voice trembling with sobs: "Haohao is a good child. He's always been easy to take care of since he was little. He's very obedient."

Wei Qingsong hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What are his usual spending habits? Does he often ask his family for money?"

“No,” Sun’s mother answered firmly. “His father and I taught him to be frugal from a young age. After he went to university, I only gave him 800 yuan a month, and he still had some left over. He has never asked his family for more money.”

"Haohao is a good boy." Sun's mother emphasized again with tears in her eyes, tears streaming down her deeply lined face. "Every time he comes home for vacation, he helps with farm work. Our family is not well-off, so he also works during winter and summer vacations. He gives half of the money he earns to me and keeps the other half for his own spending money."

“I told him I didn’t want his money and that he should keep it for himself, but he got angry and insisted that I take it. Tell me, why would anyone want to make things difficult for such a good kid?”

In front of different people, everyone will always have a different side, wearing a mask or showing their true self.

The Sun Hao described by his mother was filial and sensible, never causing his family any worry, which differed from the description of him by his friends.

Which is the real Sun Hao, the one who speaks without restraint and is unlikable?
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