The elementary school that Du Muhan attended was near Ding Peixin's previous home, and in the school's computer login information at that time, the name "Ding Wencheng" was written in the father's column.
In other words, he is indeed the little boy in the photo. He is also the little boy who ran away from home at the age of eight and disappeared after his mother became a vegetative state.
"How much more is this guy hiding from me?"
Su Qiao continued to investigate and found that Du Muhan has been transferring a large amount of money to an account every year since he was thirteen years old, from 50,000 at the beginning, to 100,000, to 300,000, to 800,000, and now to one million.
Su Qiao quickly found out that this account belonged to a relatively remote nursing home with good conditions.
"Isn't it? This guy, didn't he say that he is alone now?"
Even hiding it from her is treating her as an outsider.
Fortunately, he acted like a dog just now because he missed her and hoped she would come back soon. After doing this for a long time, he didn't regard her as one of his own at all.
After being angry for less than two seconds, Su Qiao's anger dissipated.
Du Muhan must be guarding against someone by doing this.
As for who it is, Su Qiao will know it after a quick glance and following the train of thought.
He is guarding against Ding Wencheng.
Judging from the fact that he shouted 'Don't hit her' in his nightmares, his childhood must have been filled with violence.
And this 'she' should refer to his mother.
To put it simply, Ding Wencheng probably became violent because his ex-wife ran away with another man and cuckolded him, and often domestically abused his second wife and their children.
Later, the second wife accidentally fell downstairs and became a vegetative state, while the little boy ran away from home and disappeared ever since.
Two years later, Ding Wencheng was reported to be taking drugs or even selling drugs, and was caught on the spot.
The person who made the report has never been found. Su Qiao is 100% sure that this person is Du Muhan.
"So, he actually knows Ding Peixin?"
Although the two do not have the same father and mother, they have been brother and sister for a while.
"Then why does he keep pretending that he doesn't know me?"
No, he didn't pretend not to know her, he just didn't mention his relationship with Ding Peixin.
Maybe, in his heart, Ding Peixin is just an irrelevant person, or the child of his enemy, not worth mentioning again.
However, Su Qiao always feels that there is something wrong with it.
For example... did her mother really fall down the stairs?
Su Qiao is a straight-tempered person. If she has any questions, she will ask them. She immediately took out her phone and clicked on Du Muhan's video.
"Still in the autopsy room?"
"Well, the case of Group 2 requires an overnight autopsy."
Du Muhan was wearing a light gray surgical gown, a mask and a hat, with an anatomy table behind him.
Apparently, he was busy just now.
"Did you have a good dinner?"
Su Qiao looked at his left hand. "Very good, is your hand healed?"
Du Muhan raised it with a smile and shook it in front of the camera, "It's almost ready, it won't affect the operation."
Su Qiao paused, "I discovered something and I don't know how to ask you."
Du Muhan raised his eyebrows, picked up the mobile phone on the shelf, walked around the screen, walked to the rest area outside, sat on the sofa, and then said, "This is not like your character."
"Okay, let me ask directly, you know Ding Peixin, and we were brother and sister, right?"
Du Muhan's eyes froze and he was silent for a while, "You know everything?"
"Almost!" Su Qiao threw her long hair behind her, walked to the sofa, and sat down cross-legged, as if she was all ears.
When updating, I clicked on the wrong time. This chapter was supposed to be posted after midnight. I feel so dizzy.
It just so happens that it's Sunday now, and the editor is not here, so I can't make adjustments. Let's get over it first. After reading 91, we will scroll forward. I'm sorry for causing trouble to everyone.