We swore on the strawberry bush that we would always keep this secret.
But you forgot, an oath is the same as a strawberry——
When it's ripe, it will just rot in the mud.
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When he was twenty-three years old, Xin Yuan's father fell to his death while holding a handful of wild strawberries.
The police ruled it a suicide, but couldn't explain it——
Why was he investigating an expunged list of children with excessive blood lead levels before his death?
Why did the wild strawberries in his hand detect heavy metals 47 times higher than the legal limit?
Why is there a bus ticket from the day Pei Xu's family disappeared hidden in the drawer in his office?
She returned to the small town of her childhood and pushed open the dusty iron door of the greenhouse.
Wild strawberry vines have covered the glass dome, and among the blood-red fruits,
Standing is Pei Xu, who now works for a chemical plant——
The boy who had shielded her from the broken glass was now wearing rubber gloves.
Testing the soil for the murderer who polluted their childhood.
"Your father discovered the truth." Pei Xu's detector suddenly sounded a piercing alarm,
He took off his gloves, revealing the scar on his wrist: "But this time."
He thrust a glass test tube into her hand, "We're going to let the strawberry speak for itself."
"What we buried in the strawberry bush that year was not a promise at all."
Purpose: Use childhood images to deconstruct adult lies