chapter 2 It’s hard to look back on the past ===

Tymon Well walked eagerly towards window No. 11 and saw a blurry figure sitting outside the glass from a distance.

Because the transparent window is relatively short, you can only see outside while sitting or bending down.

Tymon Well sat down and through the transparent glass, he saw a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was thin, with fair skin, a ponytail, and big and energetic eyes.

The look he looked at was timid and at a loss.

He held the receiver to his ear with his right hand and held the wrist of his right hand with his left hand. It seemed that one hand was not enough to bear the weight.

Because he was sitting and couldn't see his height, Tymon Well didn't recognize him and couldn't remember who it was for a moment.

Suddenly, Tymon Well's heart trembled for no reason, and he leaned forward with all his strength, his eyes close to the small window, staring at the other party.

Tears overflowed from his eyes uncontrollably, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, but no sound could be made.

Fatty Hill snorted softly and pointed at the receiver. Tymon Well paused, adjusted his mood, sat down, and picked up the receiver.

The girl's lips trembled, and she timidly said "Hello", but then lost her voice.

This voice was very strange, yet seemed extremely familiar. It seemed to be deeply imprinted in the deepest part of his heart because he had heard it countless times in his dreams.

Wei Wu stood up suddenly and made a trembling "woo" sound into the receiver. He didn't know whether it was a promise or a whimper, and he sniffed hard.

Then he covered his mouth with his left hand, letting tears fall down his face, and stared closely at the girl behind a layer of glass.

The girl seemed to be running away from his eyes and lowered her head. After a long time, a weak voice came from the microphone:

"Dad, I am Euphemia."

"Euphemia!"

Tymon Well stood up, bent down, and put his eyes close to the window again.

He handed the receiver to his left hand, touched the glass with his right hand, touched and patted it vigorously, and cried heartbrokenly.

Euphemia Well is very strange to his father, and even rejects him.

Even though she was sitting in front of this tall, stooped man, she still felt more resentment and contempt in her heart.

If the fifth aunt hadn't asked her to tell him personally about the news of being admitted to college, she wouldn't have come here.

The word "daddy" was unfamiliar to her, and even at a very young age, she was very afraid of hearing these two words.

Because these two words are associated with "bad guy", "criminal" and "murderer", when she was a child, the most common thing she heard was "your dad is a criminal or a murderer".

Although she didn't know what a "criminal" was at that time, she also knew that it wasn't a good thing.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have thrown stones and branches at her after shouting this sentence.

Looking at the tall, thin, and somewhat stooped man in front of him, Euphemia Well couldn't find his shadow in the depths of his memory.

"Euphemia, Dad...Dad is sorry for you, it's...Dad got involved...you, Dad didn't...take good care of you, didn't grow up with you...

I know you must have suffered a lot...

Thank you... for coming to see me, dad... I'm sorry for you."

The cry was so moving that even the fat Hill beside him was a little upset, so he didn't stop Tymon Well from slapping the glass.

Anyway, the glass is thick, so even if you lend him a hammer, he won't be able to break it.

The police on duty just now said that people from the Intermediate People's Court and the Procuratorate in Tymon Well's hometown came. When registering, they heard a few people behind him whispering Tymon Well's name.

Could it be that this kid filed a complaint again?

Seeing Tymon Well crying so hard, Euphemia Well suddenly felt sad.

Although this man is a stranger and a criminal, he is his biological father after all.

And I heard from the fifth aunt that his father doted on him when he was a child.

After thinking about it, he stood up sensibly, slowly stretched out his left hand, opened his palm and pressed it against the glass, letting him "touch" it.

Tymon Well was arrested and imprisoned for rape and murder fourteen years ago. He was sentenced to death three months later. At the second trial, the sentence was changed to death with a two-year suspended execution. He was sent to this prison a month later.

Tymon Well has not confessed since the moment the criminal police team handcuffed him, insisting that he is innocent.

The investigative agency exhausted all means, and the pre-trial team changed batch after batch from the county bureau, city bureau to the provincial department, but they still could not get Tymon Well's confession.

Tymon Well was interrogated countless times, but he refused to plead guilty.

Finally, the court followed the relevant provisions of the Criminal Procedure Law on "valuing evidence and not trusting confessions lightly" and made the verdict with zero confession. After all, the evidence was conclusive.

Yes, the evidence is conclusive!

In the first few years, Tymon Well continued to appeal, but after reviewing the case files, the relevant departments issued a ruling of "rejecting the appeal request" without exception.

In the end, Tymon Well was completely desperate.

Tymon Well clearly remembered that on the afternoon of the incident, Luojia'ao and Li Xiaocun had a confrontation over grabbing water for irrigation, and a large-scale fight could break out at any time.

Because the limited number of official policemen in the police station were all away on business, Tymon Well, as the joint defense captain, was in the same administrative village as the two villages that were fighting. He was familiar with them, so he led several joint defense team members to rush to the scene.

Together with Lemos Danil, the village party secretary, they rushed to the scene to stop the fighting, and it was not until around 9 p.m. that they persuaded the villagers to go home.

A large-scale armed fight finally subsided. In order to thank Tymon Well and his party, secretary Lemos insisted on inviting them to a restaurant in the countryside for dinner.

Lemos Danil was originally Tymon Well's cousin. His family was poor when he was young, so he was adopted by his unmarried uncle, and his surname was changed to Li.

Since they were relatives, they naturally drank more wine.

After the party ended after drinking, Tymon Well did not ride a motorcycle because he drank a lot, but took a shortcut and walked back, so that he and Lemos Danil were on the same road.

The two talked about today's fighting while walking, discussing that tomorrow the village cadres would go to the two villages in batches to do comfort work, and organize representatives from both sides to discuss a solution.

secretary Lemos family lived in Guchong, and Tymon Well lived in Wei Laozhuang. When they reached the intersection, they stopped again, discussed and decided on the dozen or so assassins who would need to focus on the work tomorrow, and the candidates for five representatives from each side. .

When they were about to leave, Tymon Well looked at his watch and saw that it was already twelve forty-five.

He threw down the cigarette butt in his hand, turned around and strode back.

When he walked to Taoshan, Jiu Jin even fell down.

After returning home, Tymon Well opened the locked courtyard door, took off his clothes stained with yellow mud, threw them by the pool in the courtyard, went into the house, took a bath and fell asleep.

His wife Connie had a quarrel with him because he always worked overtime and was away from home, so she took her daughter back to her parents' home for more than ten days.

Tymon Well was awakened by a banging on the door. He looked at his watch and saw it was six forty.

When he opened the door, he saw that the yard was full of people. The door opened for no reason, and he didn't remember whether it was locked last night.

The leader, Tymon Well, knew him, but he didn't have much contact with him. He was from the county bureau's criminal police team.

Here at the police station is Deputy Director Lin Fei. The station leader Liu was transferred just last week, and now Lin Fei is temporarily in charge of the work.

Tymon Well was excited and asked Lin Fei:

"superintendent Abram, what's going on? A big case?"

"Let's go, let's talk about it when we get to the place."

Lin Fei grunted, turned around and left the yard first.

Tymon Well was a little puzzled, so he casually pulled off the clothes hanging from the rope in the corridor, put them on casually, and followed him out.

After leaving, Tymon Well never returned home.

As soon as the police car drove out of the village, Lin Fei handcuffed him personally.

That morning, at dawn, a peasant woman went to Peach Mountain to pick peach gum. She vaguely saw a field of white flowers deep in the peach forest. When she got closer, she was so frightened that she almost fainted.

The peasant woman stumbled out and shouted:

"Killed...".

The deceased was a girl from the village next to Tymon Well. She worked in a leather goods factory in the township. She returned home from the night shift and was murdered in Taoshan.

A bloody green police spring dagger was found at the scene, which matched the wound perfectly. The blood stains on the dagger were consistent with the blood type of the deceased. The dagger was determined to be the murder weapon. The dagger was covered with yellow mud from the scene and could not be extracted. to fingerprints.

And this dagger belonged to Tymon Well. Tymon Well could not explain why his dagger fell at the murder scene, nor did he know when the dagger was lost.

This is a folding police dagger, usually sheathed on the belt.

When pulling it out, just press the button on the handle and pull it out, and the blade will pop out with a "pop" sound.

When folding, just align the blade with the scabbard, press it hard, and with a "click" sound, the blade will retract into the handle and be inserted into the scabbard.