Shrank to a 3-Years-Old Child

The protagonists of the three photos are all Fu Heng, which is not surprising.

In fact, after seeing so many'ambiguous photos' of himself, Fu Heng was already immune.

What he cares more about is the difference between this photo and the previous few times.

In the past, all kinds of misplaced and ambiguous photos were deliberately made by the other party and sent to Gu Qingqing in order to disgust her.

Now are three photos of his childhood.

The first one was taken when he was at the beach when he was three years old.

The second one is a photo of him with his parents on the first day of kindergarten.

The third one was taken by surveillance cameras in a small alley.

The alley was very dark, and when he had grown into a teenager, he was wearing a school uniform and tilted his head to look inside the alley as if there was something inside that attracted his attention.

Because of the age, the edges of the three photos are yellow, and even the facial features of the characters on them are not very clear.

But as the person involved, Fu Heng recognized himself at a glance.

He edited the origins of these three photos into text messages and sent them to Bai Qiyu, which were also encrypted files.

A few minutes later, Bai Qiyu sent a voice: "This photo is different from the previous photos for Qingqing. It should not be sent by the same person."

"I can see it." Fu Heng replied: "Cheng Xiaoxiao has been arrested, but there are still people sending strange couriers to Qingqing. This shows that there is actually more than that person targeting Qingqing."

It's just that they have guessed it a long time ago, this is the definite evidence that the express gave them.

"No, I didn't mean that."

Bai Qiyu stared straight at the three photos on the computer screen with sharp eyes like a falcon, and his big, well-knotted hands were still holding the phone, in an inexplicable tone: "From my analysis, these three photos are not so much threatening. It's better to be a reminder."

"Remind?" Fu Heng raised his eyebrows.

Was it the conscience of the enemy or a traitor on the other side?

Of course, such unreliable guesses will certainly not happen.

"Not bad." The red "colored" electronic pen marked the doubts on the three photos respectively.

"The first one is a photo of you when you were three years old, the second one was when you were in kindergarten, and the third one was in an alleyway. Don't worry about this one, only the first two. Do you think someone is deliberately reminding you The real enemy has discovered Qingqing’s secret. Should we take more precautions?"

Rather than saying that these three photos were sent to Gu Qingqing, it is better to say that they were sent to Qingqing's current guardian.

Since the other party knows the secret of Qingqing, he must also know that four-year-old children cannot understand the meaning of these photos, so these photos will inevitably fall into their hands.

"The other party is very careful, or may have some scruples, but the only certainty is that he is not malicious towards Qingqing, and may even be on our side at some point."

"If this is the case, then we must find him even more."

Fu Heng said rationally: "A'helper' who doesn't know his identity, let alone whether he will really stand on our side, is better than someone who has a certain identity and can truly help us."

There are too many uncertain factors in the former, at least they can control the latter.

Even if the other party is unwilling to help after finding someone, they can at least have a bottom in their hearts.

"Ok, give me three days."

This is a conservative estimate, and one day is actually enough.

"Okay." Fu Heng nodded, and then heard Bai Qiyu ask again: "It's not that I want to explore your privacy, it's just the last photo..."

"That road is the only way for me to go to high school." The Fu family is rich, but obviously has no habit of pampering children.

At that time, the home was far away from the school, and the school had no accommodation. Fu Heng had to let his driver pick him up or take the subway himself.

The one-way transfer by car takes more than 40 minutes, which is not considered as traffic jam time. The subway only takes more than 20 minutes. Fu Heng simply chose to take the subway by himself.

It also saves time.

There is a five-minute walk from the school to the subway station, and it happens to be a small alley.

After three years of going back and forth, Fu Heng subconsciously remembered this place no matter how he didn't pay attention. What's more, there was a special event here that year, which impressed him even more.

"What special event?"

There was a flash in Bai Qiyu's mind, and suddenly he had an intuition that he seemed to have caught some key information.

"It's not very special." Fu Heng recalled carefully: "Back then, I was delayed from school until nine or ten o'clock in the evening because of something. As a result, when I was passing that alley, it seemed that I ran into a murder case. The photo should have been taken by roadside surveillance. I saw the scene at the scene of the crime."

The road monitoring will only last for three to seven days at most. After the expiration, the excessive memory will be automatically deleted. His photos at that time can be retained until now. I am afraid that the other party has long been eyeing him.

"It seems?" Bai Qiyu caught Fu Heng's language loophole.

What is this uncertain tone?

"Well, because the murderer ran away immediately after discovering my existence, and I helped the victim call the police and emergency calls, and left after confirming that the other party got in the ambulance."

"What about the follow-up?" Bai Qiyu felt like a gossip crowd eating melons.

It is a pity that Fu Heng's cold words extinguished his rare gossip interest: "I didn't pay attention to the follow-up."

As a passer-by, his helping hand is enough, naturally it is impossible to mix this kind of thing.

Fu Heng didn't even know whether the saved child was alive or dead. The only certainty was that at least he was still alive when he left.

Even before getting into the ambulance, he said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you."

"The other party is sending this photo now, could it be..."

Everyone is smart, and Bai Qiyu and Fu Heng immediately thought of going together.

"The other party hinted that the real murderer behind the scenes is related to this matter." The two said in unison.

When the words were over, Fu Heng suddenly heard a crisp bell sound.

The night's "color" was slightly cool, and the balcony was dim and silent. In this environment, the sound of bells suddenly sounded so strange that it made the scalp numb.

Bai Qiyu took the phone away in an instant, his face was a little green, but Fu Heng was expressionless and calm.

"Are you afraid of ghosts?" In order to facilitate communication, the two are now making video calls, so what is the status of each other, but the person on the other side can see clearly.

"I didn't." How could Bai Qiyu admit his weakness?

Just as the two big men had a heated discussion about whether each other was afraid of ghosts or not, the bells were louder, and Qingqing's tender little "milk" sound followed: "Uncle, what are you doing here?"

Fu Heng turned his head and saw Qingqing wearing a goose-yellow nightdress with small rag lace, no shoes, two small silver bells dangling on each of the two cute little feet of Yuxue, apparently just now. It was emitted when Qing Qing was walking around.

I don't know where his mother turned out the baby's ankle ring and put it on Qingqing.

"Why did Qingqing come here?"

Fu Heng squatted down and looked at the other side of the phone screen unintentionally, letting the man on the other side look at the scenery.

Bai Qiyu: "..."

"The "milk" and "milk" have stewed the soup, and I ask you if you drink it."

It turns out that the little guy is here to complete the fascinating task given by the elders.

"Drink, you go in first, uncle will come in a while."

Fu Heng coaxed Qingqing to leave, and then said to Bai Qiyu: "You heard that too, I have something to do, so let's hang up first."

"..." Bai Qiyu: "Dare you let me see Qingqing."

"I don't dare." Fu Heng has learned to choke to death without paying for his life after spending time with Qingqing.

Bai Qiyu hung up angrily.

With his thin lips curled slightly, Fu Heng walked into the house happily and listened to his father saying to his mother, "You still have these clothes for so many years."

"It's a memorial after all."

"Hey, I didn't think much about it back then. Otherwise, while the stinky boy didn't understand anything, I could take pictures of him wearing skirts when he was a child. Now I can laugh at him, and see if he dares to anger me again and annoy me. Just send out a photo of his skirt so everyone can watch the joke."

It turned out that the little skirt on Qingqing was worn by Fu Heng when he was a child.

Fu Heng: "..."

You are really my father.

Mrs. Fu gave her husband a blank look: "You dare to send a try. You will grow up to be such a big person, and you will live more and more back, naive."

"What do you know? I call my youthful state. I keep up with the trend of fashion so that I won't be abandoned by the times." Fu Chengde retorted unconvinced.

"Too lazy to talk about you, I'll go give Qingqing the soup."

Mrs. Fu obviously didn't want to talk to the old child, so she got up and went to the kitchen.

Fu Chengtech stood up and wanted to follow, but was drunk: "Your legs and feet are unsatisfactory, don't follow, it's in the way."

The latter sentence was just duplicity, and it definitely didn't mean to dislike Fu Chengtech, but instead revealed a deep concern.

Mrs. Fu is actually quite healthy, but she feels weaker every time she undergoes dialysis.

In fact, since she started dialysis, her mental state is better than before, and she doesn't need to be so strict about taking some things that could not be eaten before, and can taste some appropriately.

This obviously stimulated the appetite of the elderly, so that Mrs. Fu, who was tired of cooking, began to pick up this hobby again.

Especially now that there are two more children in the family, the elderly like to cook food for their children.

You don’t need to give anything in return, you just need to give a good appraisal after eating to make the old man laugh from ear to ear.

Two children, one is Qingqing and the other is Fu Chengde.

Fu Heng is already a mature adult, and there are only these two children at home.

The fish soup stewed by Mrs. Fu, the fish soup with a lot of **** lost the fishy smell, leaving only the sweetness of seafood and the spicy taste of ginger.

Add other condiments, neutralize and stew together for more than three hours. After being out of the pot, it tastes very delicious. It can also dispel evil cold and nourish the body.

One person, one bowl, just clean the whole pot of fish soup.

Fu Chengtech picked up his mobile phone and took a photo and posted it to Moments: his son and his daughter-in-law "wife" came to visit us, the whole family is here, [picture, four bowls of "milk" and white "color" fish soup are also put together ], (Only Fu Heng is not visible.)

At this point, everyone is very busy. As soon as the circle of friends is released, the bottom reply instantly becomes lively.

Lao Zhang: Your kid is really filial, unlike my bad stuff, you can't see anyone all day long.

Lao Li: Envy.

...

Fu Sijin:...

Fu Sishen: ...?

Fu Sishen: Grandpa, don't you think something is missing?

Fu Cheng's reply to Fu Sishen: Nothing is missing.

Fu Si would like to reply to Fu Chengtech: Excuse me, we don't deserve to have names.

Even Fu Sijin, who has always been mature and calm, couldn't help but stand up and complain, which shows how helpless these two brothers are towards their father.