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Chapter 151 Past Events (Part 2)

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    It was not easy to find Huayue's adoptive parents' house.  Huayue's father is a civil servant and is not at home at work.  Huayue's mother is a housewife, a full-time housewife, and should stay at home now.

    After I knocked on the door, a middle-aged woman came out and opened the door, looked at me suspiciously and asked, "Who are you?"

    I showed the police officer's certificate, smiled at her and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm just here to inquire about Huayue."

    "Hua Yue?" Mrs. Hua nodded suspiciously and said, "Then please come in."

    After entering the door, I found that the decoration of Huayue's home is really good. Although it is a European-style palace, it does not look gorgeous, low-key and elegant. It seems that the owner has great taste.

    I looked at Huayue's adoptive mother, and saw that although she was nearly fifty years old, she was well-dressed and elegant, with a fair complexion.

    Mrs. Hua asked: "Would Mr. Police want some tea?"

    I waved my hand and said, "No need, Auntie, I just ask a few words and leave."

    Mrs. Hua asked suspiciously: "Is something wrong with Huayue?"

    Seeing her ignorant look, I concealed it and said, "It's nothing. Because something happened to his school, so we routinely asked around. It was his student who died."

    Mrs. Hua said in amazement: "What happened? I haven't heard Hua Yue mention this before."

    I smiled and looked around at the furnishings. I saw a piano in the living room and a landscape painting on the wall beside the piano.

    "Is that painting also Huayue's work?" I asked, pointing to the landscape painting.

    Mrs. Hua looked back and said with a smile: "No, Huayue is good at figure painting, and my husband and I like the scenery. My husband and I are both members of the Painting and Calligraphy Association. Probably because of this, Huayue also likes painting."

    I coughed lightly and asked, "Well, I heard that Huayue is not the biological son of the two, is it?"

    Mrs. Hua said in amazement: "Is this also related to the case?"

    I smiled and said: "This is somewhat related, please tell me about Huayue's life experience."

    Mrs. Hua sighed: "Hua Yue was adopted by us. We both had a son, but unfortunately he died when he was six years old. Later we adopted Hua Yue. However, when Hua Yue first came to our house, he was not  The one who can talk, only found out after the examination, is autism. And that child is also pitiful, alas.¡±

    When I heard this, I felt a little surprised, so I asked, "Poor?"

    Mrs. Hua sighed: "I don't know if the police officer has heard of it. About ten years ago, a French couple was burned to death in the museum of the University of Foreign Studies. The husband was French and the wife was Chinese. When they were in the museum, they accidentally  He was burned to death in the fire. At that time, the husband was teaching French at the Foreign Language Institute, and the wife had been abroad. She had just been transferred back with her husband, and brought a six-year-old son, Hua Yue. Unexpectedly, she was burned to death that night.  The child escaped covered in blood, with burns on his legs, and was later taken in by people in the shelter. When my husband was young, he worked as a volunteer in the shelter. When he saw the child, he didn¡¯t speak. He was covered in injuries.  At that time, our son had just passed away. In order to find comfort and sustenance, we adopted Huayue home. However, it was later discovered that the child had lost his memory and did not remember what happened to him at all. But this is also a good thing,  We don't want him to remember the past, and simply hide his true identity, saying that he is my sister's son, and his parents died in a car accident, so he grew up with us."

    After hearing this now, I finally understand the connection between Hua Yue and some past events that happened in this foreign language university.  It seems that this time is seeking revenge and taking revenge on this university, but it also shows that this guy has not lost his memory at all, but has always remembered it.

    Seeing that I didn't speak, Mrs. Hua said, "I'm sorry, I've kept this matter in my heart for too long, and I can't stop talking about it, so you may feel noisy."

    I smiled and said, "No, you've been of great help this time. Thank you, I'll take my leave now and don't bother you."

    Madam Hua nodded and sent me out of the house.  After I went out, I called Zhao Yu: "Hey Zhao Yu, Huayue's identity has been found out, the biological son of the French couple who died in the museum."

    Zhao Yu said: "Really? It seems that the speculation is true. The three girls who died in the hotel were the daughter of a professor at the school and the two daughters of the museum administrator. Dong Yingying, who died later, was the principal's wife.  The niece of Liu Su who was hanged was from an ordinary family. But if you want to find someone to turn into a living corpse, you can just find anyone, so Liu Su's identity doesn't matter."

    "It seems that the next step is to ask the principal to find out what happened to the museum fire case back then. How was the case file judged back then? ??? I asked.

    Zhao Yu said: "The fire case was directly dismissed as an accident. I think the principal may know the inside story. You go to the University of Foreign Studies first, and I will come later."

    I hung up the phone and went to the University of Foreign Languages ??by car.  After asking someone where the principal's office is, I went directly to the principal's office.  Before entering the door, I heard a quarrel coming from the office: "What's the matter with you, how did you become the principal!! Every year when a student jumps off a building, I find someone to cover it up for you! What happened now?  It¡¯s my niece, how do you explain it!!!¡±

    The voice was high and thin, like a woman's voice.  But the sound was so penetrating that it hurt my ears.

    Immediately, I heard a man's voice: "I can't do anything about it. I'm not a policeman. How could I know such a thing could happen?"

    This is probably the principal's voice.  I understood immediately: my niece died, and the principal's wife came to make trouble.  But why is this kind of thing happening in school?  It's settled at home, isn't it?

    The two quarreled for a long while, and it sounded like it was because the principal went home late every day because of his unruly behavior outside.  The principal argued that it was because he was busy with work and had a lot of entertainment, so he babbled for a while.

    Later, when the two had had enough quarrels, I heard footsteps approaching the door. It seemed that the headmaster's wife was about to come out.  I quickly hid aside.  When I checked the University of Foreign Studies before, I knew that the principal's wife had a lot of background, and the principal relied on her to sit in this position.  Isn't it terrible that my wife's niece died in my school.

    A scent of perfume wafted by, and I saw the headmaster's wife angrily walking down the stairs.  After she was gone, I went back to the door of the principal's office, and when I was about to open the door, I heard the principal seem to be calling from inside: "Did you kill the three female students who died in the hotel??  "

    This sentence came faintly, which surprised me.  He already held the doorknob with his hand, but he didn't push the door to go in.  I only heard the principal continue to say: "You really didn't do it? I know, what we did before. Oh, but, it's best not to make trouble for me at this juncture. My wife's niece died. Now the police are investigating this case everywhere. I  I'm afraid that the previous case will be revealed. Although it is listed as suicide, alas."

    Previous cases?  I was taken aback.  Have other cases happened here?

    I was about to listen carefully, but saw that the principal had hung up the phone, and the office was quiet again.  So I left the door, walked to the corner of the stairs, took out my mobile phone and dialed Zhao Yu's number: "Just now the principal's office of the University of Foreign Studies made a call.  There have been other cases, related to the principal, and another person who answered the phone, but I don't know what it is."

    Zhao Yu said on the phone: "Okay, I'll check right away. Don't reveal anything, I'll be there in a while."

    After I responded, I hung up the phone, followed to the door of the principal's office, and knocked on the door.  Immediately, someone in the office responded, "Please come in."

    I pushed the door open and went in, and saw a bald middle-aged man sitting behind a desk.  The man saw me, took another look at the police badge on my body, frowned, and said, "Mr. Police, you have come to investigate many times. I really don't know the inside story of these cases. The investigation is your police's job."  Things, it seems that I can't help much."

    I sat down opposite him and said with a smile: "Principal, I just want to ask about the history of burning people to death in the museum many years ago. Do you have any impression?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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