Sweetie, your vest is off again!

Chapter 282 He Is The Real Jiang Donghai

This diary is very old, and it is still the kind that is covered with a layer of plastic skin. The paper inside is a little yellow, and some handwriting is hard to read due to the long time.

There are a lot of content recorded here, but the main ones are some recipes, and they are still home-cooked dishes.

Ye Mohan held the diary with some doubts.

Why is a cookbook hidden so secretively?What exactly is he trying to say?
And why was he locked up here for so many years?
What secrets does he have?
Ye Mohan took these things back and showed them to Ye Jingxuan.

When Ye Jingxuan saw the military medal, Ye Jingxuan's eyes were a little moist.

Of course he knew the true meaning of this, first-class merit, how badly was that person injured.

And who is it that treats the heroes of the country so cruelly?

Seeing that his father was agitated, Ye Mohan came over to comfort him.

"Dad, maybe this person is still alive, and that diary is our clue to find him."

After hearing what his son said, Ye Jingxuan immediately put away his emotions and picked up the yellowed diary.

The moment he opened it, his eyes immediately widened, and his mouth kept shaking.

"Jiang... Jiang Donghai!"

"…what?"

Ye Mohan and the others immediately came over. He knew very well that the Jiang Donghai his father was talking about must not be the current one, but the real Jiang Donghai.

Ye Jingxuan continued to flip through the diary, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"That's right, this is Jiang Donghai's handwriting. I know very well that when we were in the company, he had the habit of keeping a diary, and he liked to compile stories into recipes.

And the real meaning is only clear to him. "

Ye Mohan was undoubtedly shocked by this answer.

He always thought that the real Jiang Donghai was killed by the fake one long ago, but now it seems that after he was seriously injured, the two of them lost their bags.

This Jiang Donghai has been imprisoned in that villa.

Zuo Bingchen was a little puzzled, "Uncle Ye, if he was detained by the fake Jiangdong Customs, why didn't he just kill him to avoid future troubles, why did he keep him?"

Ye Mohan was silent for a few seconds, then opened his lips lightly, "Since I keep it, it's just in case I need it, maybe..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes immediately turned cold.

"Bingchen, the last time Ye's family entered, did Jiang Donghai have an accident during transportation?"

Zuo Bingchen nodded affirmatively, "Yes, and he was also injured. After returning home, he stopped talking, like a different person."

After saying this, Zuo Bingchen seemed to realize something, his eyes widened, and he looked at Ye Mohan.

"Brother, don't you suspect that the person in prison is the real Jiang Donghai?"

With this inference, Ye Mohan's brows relaxed a lot.

"Whether it is true or not, we will find out after we take the old man for a walk."

When Jiang Donghai was brought out, he was not at all energetic, and his eyes were dull.

Ye Jingxuan sat across from him, just as he opened his mouth, Jiang Donghai, who was still sluggish just now, suddenly stared at him as if touched by something.

Listening to Ye Jingxuan talking about the past when they were together, Jiang Donghai's eyes slowly accumulated a lot of tears.

Until the end, when Ye Jingxuan took out the diary and military medal, Jiang Donghai acted like he was crazy, snatched it from Ye Jingxuan's hand, and hugged him tightly.

His whole body was shaking non-stop, like a frightened child.

At this moment, Ye Jingxuan has judged that this is the Jiang Donghai with whom he shares life and death.

He stepped forward and hugged his shaking body, his voice choked with sobs.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was too negligent, and I didn't see the true face of that person, which caused you to suffer so much these years."

The delirious Jiang Donghai hugged Ye Jingxuan and burst into tears.

According to the hospital's identification, Jiang Donghai had been tortured countless times, causing some mental disorders.

He was arranged in an independent single room, served by a dedicated person, and a professional medical team treated him.

Now he is a key to unlock the whole incident, as long as he is sober, the ins and outs of the whole incident will be clear.

They believed that some important events must have been recorded in that diary.

Ye Mohan sat in the study, reminiscing about every detail of these things.

The tattoo on that person's body, as well as the fragrance, where did he see and smell it, the impression was so deep.

Thoughts slowly started from the beginning and spread out in his mind.

pattern!fragrance!
He suddenly sat up from the chair, like an electric shock, stood up, and walked towards a dark compartment in the study.

He lightly moved the tiger head mark on it, and a hidden compartment of the bookcase opened, and the warrant lay there unharmed.

The moment he took it out, his head suddenly buzzed, and he felt a surge of hot blood rushing up.

The same pattern and the same smell on the warrant meant that the people who framed the mother and the man in black who broke into Wen's house at night should be from the same organization.

He knew that this warrant was related to his mother's case many years ago, but why was it related to the Wen family?
What are they looking for at Wen's house?
Ye Mohan calmed down slowly, and re-filtered all his thoughts.

The man in black found Wen Zichuan through the warm photo. In other words, the key to the whole incident was warmth.

The same group of people, what are they looking for in him and Wen Nuan?
What great secret is hidden behind him and Nuannuan?
Zuo Bingchen was called to the study.

"Brother, you don't let me rest for a while in the middle of the night. What's the emergency?"

Ye Mohan looked at his dark circles and knew that he had already stayed up with her for two nights.

However, this matter is related to warmth, and he doesn't want to delay for a moment.

"That necklace chip last time, I said that was only half of the equation, and the other half could be in someone else's, right?"

Zuo Bingchen stared at Ye Mohan in surprise, "Brother, do you have dementia? You have a photographic memory, why did you ask me again?"

It's not that he forgot, he just wanted to find someone to confirm it.

Because this is related to a very important person, he can't make any mistakes.

"Where might the other half be?"

Zuo Bingchen yawned and lay lazily on the sofa.

"I guess it might be in the hands of Aunt Ye's colleague. However, all three members of that colleague's family are missing. It is very likely that it is with her son Cheng Minglang."

Hearing that name, Ye Mohan's face turned cold immediately.

The heart is also tense together.

His thoughts went step by step in the direction he imagined.

"How old was the child you were investigating the disappearance of Cheng's family?"

(End of this chapter)