Mr. Su's Love Investigation Report
Chapter 269 - 260 Secret Base

Chapter 269: Chapter 260 Secret Base

Shu Hui also learned about Fan Yue’s matter, but not through her. She called to inquire.

Tu Hengsha was drowsy, and it was Ronggui who answered the phone. Hearing his low voice, she woke up in confusion, "Who is it?"

"It’s Aunt Shu, asking about Fan Yue." He put down the phone, "I told her, you should sleep a bit more?"

She gradually became more awake, thinking of how her mom used to be so good to Yueyue too, almost treating her like a daughter. Knowing about Yueyue’s tragic news, she must be heartbroken, so she sat up, "No, I’ll go back and see Mom."

Su Ronggui thought it was good for her to rest at home. Here, facing Fan Yue’s parents every day, they end up crying again with just a few words.

He took her back and gave her a good talk before leaving. She nodded mechanically, but in fact, no words truly sank into her heart.

After Ronggui left, the mother and daughter inevitably talked about Fan Yue again. Shu Hui listened with tears in her eyes, sighing, "A perfectly fine person, just gone like that, it’s truly heartbreaking. Who on earth would be so heartless to murder Yueyue? Poor Yueyue, didn’t leave a word behind, how did it happen so suddenly!"

Tu Hengsha listened, and her brain, which had been in a state of stupor these days, suddenly started working. Shu Hui’s words kept echoing in her ears: "Didn’t leave a word behind... didn’t leave a word behind..."

She rummaged through the drawer in the room, held something tightly in her hand, grabbed her coat, and started running.

"Little Sha! Where are you going?" Shu Hui asked from behind.

"Mom, I’m going somewhere! I’ll be back soon!"

"Little Sha, if one day we argued, or lost each other, but still missed one another, we would find the initial us at the secret base."

Their secret base was at the place where Fan Yue rented before her marriage.

In fact, it wasn’t much of a secret place, just a mailbox bug in that building.

This row of buildings in the community was mostly 22 floors, with only two or three being 21 floors due to layout, and Fan Yue rented on the 21st floor of one of them. But perhaps due to the oversight of the management, they made two extra mailboxes in that building, meaning that although there was no 22nd floor, they made mailboxes for the 22nd floor. Fan Yue discovered this bug one night, even concocted a ghost story to tell her, scaring her half to death, while Fan Yue laughed heartily. She then suggested, since these mailboxes were wasted here, why not lock them up as their secret base? Every year, they would throw in a postcard to commemorate their friendship over the years. If there was anything unspeakable, they could write it down and put it in there. When they turned sixty, if the mailbox was still there, they’d open it to recount their stories.

At first, Tu Hengsha only thought this idea was fun, and never considered whether this method was safe. What if someone pried open the lock? What if one day the management removed the mailbox?

But Fan Yue stubbornly put in the first postcard that New Year and locked the mailbox, giving her a key. As a result, this became a habit. The management completely ignored this bug, and the residents of the community didn’t pay attention to it either. Moreover, the mailbox was locked, so this "secret base" continued to exist. Even after Fan Yue moved out, it remained, and no one sabotaged it. The two of them still went to put in a postcard each year, not knowing what the other wrote, leaving everything to be revealed at sixty, or on a day their friendship broke but missed each other.

They also considered that in the long journey of life, the mailbox might not survive until they were sixty. But it didn’t matter, they’d leave it all to time. Even if the base was gone, the years would remember it for them.

And now, the base was still there, upright, with the lock still intact.

The key in her hand was soaked with sweat. At this moment, standing in front of the mailbox, her eyes blurred with tears, "Yueyue, I’m here."

It was as solemn as a ritual, yet with an urgency she couldn’t resist. She quickly opened the mailbox, and a thick stack of postcards slipped out.

They were all postcards. She wanted to see if there was anything related to the case, but not a single letter or anything similar was there.

She had no choice but to gather all the postcards, leaving none behind, and left the community.

In the car ride home, she began reading them one by one.

She picked out the ones she had put in for Fan Yue, those dropped in there every New Year over the past few years, with her blessings for Fan Yue and hopes for their future together. Yes, one was put in the year Fan Yue got married, she wrote: This year, I handed my dearest Yueyue to someone else for protection. I hope that for the rest of his life, he will cherish her like a treasure, shielding her from suffering and worry, just as he promised in his wedding vows: for a lifetime, like the apple of his eye, precious as pearls.

Every word and sentence she still remembered clearly, but the two people she blessed were no longer the same...

She put it away with tears, quickly browsing through the postcards Fan Yue wrote to her.

In her eagerness to find any word or phrase that might explain Fan Yue’s murder, she skimmed swiftly but was disappointed. Not one postcard offered a clue, except perhaps the one marked with the most recent date.

Fan Yue’s postcards to her were mostly addressed "To Little Sha" or "To dearest Little Sha," except the last one, written not long ago, addressed "To Life."

To Life:

Little Sha said, the most wonderful thing in life is that at the end of each day, you feel you’ve gained a little more than yesterday. Day by day stepping forward, life gradually becomes abundant, like a painting being filled, stroke by stroke, until eventually, no matter the outcome, it becomes a unique masterpiece in this world.

I used to deeply believe this.

I gathered academic achievements, career success, friendship, love... believing I was the happiest person in the world, thinking that by life’s end, I’d have the most perfect painting in my heart. Yet I never imagined, the so-called perfection was just my illusion. Imagining was so beautiful, but reality was cruel, unable to withstand any test.

I’m a perfectionist, and if this painting is destined to be flawed, then I would rather choose to tear it up and start anew.

So, from now on, I’ll open a new canvas for my life, coloring and inking once more. The only one I feel regretful towards is Little Sha.

Dearest Little Sha, in my heart, you are forever the best. I believe one day you’ll return here. If you find this postcard, my dear, would you still be willing to bless me again?

I will still pray for you, no matter where I am.

Little Sha, if everything could start over, I would so wish we could return to those initial encounters, that year, that month, that day, when nothing had happened yet, when everything was still possible.

Yueyue

It felt more like a farewell letter.

The police said that on the day Yueyue had her accident, there was a suitcase in the car, which meant she planned to travel that day. The police also said Yueyue had already submitted her resignation to Yin Can, so the already divorced woman planned to leave this place. But where was her destination? Nobody knew.

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