Chapter 17.2

"This..." Ren Xiangrong took the photo, looked carefully and nodded, "yes, I remember."

"When was the accident? Who reported it? Why didn't I remember it?"

"When you were in middle school, you lived on campus all the time. Maybe you don't know." Ren Xiangrong sighed, "this accident is really terrible."

"What?" Ren Yu looked at the photos again. Because the shooting angle, light and time were long, the children's faces in the old newspaper were not clear, but they could still see that they were very cute.

"Do you remember Baosheng chemical plant?"

"How can I not remember." His father was buried under the ruins in the explosion accident of Baosheng chemical plant. It was also his father's second-class rescue. He will never forget it all his life.

Ren Xiangrong sighed: "I also remember, unforgettable all my life."

Ren Yu patted Ren Xiangrong on the shoulder.

"Less than a year after the explosion accident in the chemical plant, I made this alarm." Ren Xiangrong gently stroked the photo. "The little boy's house caught fire. His parents and his sister died. Only he survived."

Ren Yu frowned deeply and looked at the child in the picture. He felt a little uncomfortable.

"The child is very young. He is six or seven years old. He is very beautiful. His family is also very rich. A big villa has been burned out. It's terrible." Ren Xiangrong shook his head.

Ren Yi sighed, "what a pity."

"Only later did I know that the man set the fire."

"What?" Ren Yu said in surprise, "did his father set the fire?"

Ren Xiangrong nodded.

"Why?!"

"His father is the chairman of the group of Baosheng chemical plant. After the explosion of the chemical plant, he has been investigated and the group is also facing bankruptcy. At that time, he was on bail. I heard that he could not stand the pressure to commit suicide."

Ren Yu stared at the picture. Just then, his cell phone suddenly rang. It was a new message from Gong Yingxian.

When Ren Yu opened the message, there were only two simple words on it: Thank you.

In front of Ren Yu's eyes, Gong Yingxian's handsome and cold face suddenly appeared, but he knew that the man's heart was not without waves. The case ended in such a way that even he felt oppressed and angry. How could Gong Yingxian, who handled the case himself, be reconciled.

He immediately regretted that he was angry with Gong Yingxian.

"You were young at that time and probably didn't pay much attention. People in our time knew about it. It was a national sensation." Ren Xiangrong continued, "this man's name is Gong Mingyu. It seems that so many people were killed in the explosion of the chemical plant. Ordinary people can't stand such a blow, but the child is innocent."

Ren Yu's attention is still on the text message. The information occasionally captured in his ears makes him stiff: "what..."

"Ah?"

"What's that man's name?"

"Gong Mingyu? It should be this name. Anyway, the last name is right. This last name is special."

Ren Yu was cold all over. He trembled and said, "which... Palace?"

"The palace of the palace."