Aoba Office

Chen Yihan has naturally thought of everything I can think of.

However, Chen Yihan's identity is the chief of the police station. On the surface, the three cases are all accidents. According to normal procedures, the police station cannot take any coercive measures against Liu Xiangqian. In fact, even if the police arrested Liu Xiangqian, they would only lock him up for a while. In a society governed by the rule of law, it is impossible to practice the ancient methods of torture and extorting confessions, let alone threaten people like Ye Qing, or simply kill them to serve as a warning.

Chen Xiaoqiu was helpless about this. From what she said, Chen Yihan was probably in a dilemma.

"What will happen if people continue to die like this?" Guo Yujie asked.

A few of us imagined it and found that our imagination was really poor.

"The hotel is closed and construction will be stopped for sure." The fat man said nonsense.

I spread my hands and said that I couldn't imagine it.

"In another place, it might be deserted, but that's Binjiang Avenue..." the fat man continued.

Minqing City has high land prices and high housing prices, but even in the city center, there are still places that are vacant. Most of those lands and houses are forced to remain vacant due to property rights or company management reasons.

Binjiang Avenue is another story. The commercial street is lined with high-rise buildings and is also a tourist attraction. There is no way the city government would let a building sit empty on Binjiang Avenue.

But what the government will do, we junior civil servants really can’t guess.

I looked at the thin man who had remained silent, "Are your eyelids still twitching?"

The thin man looked sluggish and yawned, "No, I just slept late last night."

"Are you having insomnia?" Guo Yujie laughed, "Are you still afraid for two hundred dollars?"

The thin man rolled his eyes, "I'm playing the game. Because of Wang Yijun's incident, the game was interrupted for several days. Brother Qi solved that thing, so I'm not allowed to make it up again?"

My eyelids started to twitch.

The fat man had a look of realization on his face, "No wonder you are flustered and your eyelids are twitching. Is it because of staying up late?"

The thin man was startled and slapped his thigh, "That's it!"

MDZZ! I cursed inwardly.

"MDZZ!" Guo Yujie scolded directly.

The thin man looked embarrassed and cleared his throat, "What about that, has work started today? Are there still a few stores to run?"

The five of us continued to work in two groups.

The thin man was still not in good spirits because he stayed up late, but after finding the root of the matter, his mood became lighter, but he still felt a little sore about the two hundred yuan.

We arrived at another property owner's home and rang the doorbell for a long time, but no one answered.

"What's going on? No one is home?" the thin man muttered.

I took out my mobile phone, checked the information registered on the form, and made a call.

"Have you forgotten? I contacted you last week, but no one answered the call yesterday." The fat man said.

We usually contact you a week in advance to make an appointment, and then confirm it the day before.

We called the owner of this property, Yuan Zhiyi, yesterday, but we couldn't get in touch with him.

I called now, but no one answered. It seemed like something was really going on.

"Forget it, let's go." I hung up the phone.

"I'll catch up on some sleep in the car." The thin man was happy.

"Who are you looking for?" An old lady came over carrying something.

Fatty and I quickly made way for her.

"Auntie, we are looking for the Yuan family on the fifth floor." I replied.

The old lady struggled to get her keys.

The fat man took the initiative to help carry the things. They are all biscuits, snacks and drinks bought in the supermarket, probably for the children at home.

"Old Yuan on the fifth floor. He was picked up by his daughter-in-law to hold a memorial service." The old lady opened the iron door downstairs and took the things from the fat man's hands, "Are you guys from the demolition office? Lao Yuan said that last week. Alas, it will be difficult for you to talk to him about the demolition."

"How many days will the memorial service be held?" I asked in surprise.

Are you going to another place?

"That's not true." The old lady glanced at us, "It was his son who died, and he was the only one. Do you think he is willing to talk about demolition now?"

I was speechless.

When something big like this happens to someone's family, it's really not appropriate to talk about demolition.

The old lady closed the iron door and carried her things upstairs.

"We'll contact this company tomorrow and we'll see how things go. We might be last in line." I scanned the list and said.

Both fat and thin people have no objections.

The thin man’s plan to catch up on his sleep failed sadly.

Chen Xiaoqiu called and said that someone was making trouble in the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants, and they were going for Qingye.

I was shocked when I heard this, "Could it be someone from the Gyeongju Manufacturing Bureau?"

"No, it's the former resident. He is crying at the door of Qingye. He is very old and refuses to leave. No one can do anything about it. Come and have a look. You may be needed to open the door." Chen Xiaoqiu said.

I understand. This is because people who don’t believe Qingye are missing.

I talked to the fat man, and while the thin man sighed in annoyance, the car sped all the way to the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants.

The six worker and peasant villages have been quite peaceful recently. I think the "recently" that Ye Qing warned before is probably in the past.

When we arrived at the bottom of Building No. 6, we saw a lot of people and the building was even more lively.

"What's going on?" As soon as I entered the building, I heard the crying coming from above, and casually asked the aunties and mothers inside who were watching the excitement.

"I heard that my son is dead. I need to find someone to find out." A middle-aged woman answered my question.

I think this answer is amazing.

"Maybe it's exciting." Another person gestured with his head.

The three of us went upstairs and found that there were people at home. Now they came out to watch the fun, but they didn't go up.

Going up further, I discovered that the reason why they didn't go up was because the fifth and sixth floors were already crowded with people. Many people looked like they were together. They all wore black armbands, and some of them wiped their tears.

The cries grew louder, and there were confused voices of persuasion.

I shouted "borrow" and "give in" and finally squeezed up to the sixth floor.

Fat people are more miserable, they are bigger and have a harder time squeezing in. The thin man and I both went up, but he was still standing on the fifth floor, looking up at us eagerly.

I waved my hand to him and told him not to come up.

As soon as I made this movement, my hand froze in mid-air.

On the corridor on the sixth floor, there was an old man sitting at the door of Qingye Supernatural Office, beating his chest and crying bitterly. Among the people surrounding him, some were crying along with others and some were bending down to persuade him. Director Mao and Guo Yujie were beside him, while Chen Xiaoqiu stood further away.

Chen Xiaoqiu saw us first and was about to speak, but after seeing something was wrong with me, he turned to look at the old man.

The thin man asked nervously: "Brother Qi, what's wrong?"

I saw a figure floating next to the old man.

That was a middle-aged man, no doubt a ghost, and maybe that was the reason why the old man was crying. His sternum was sunken, as if he had been hit hard. This should be the cause of his death.

His consciousness was very clear, and even when I was walking upstairs, he turned his head and looked at me, and met my eyes.

I didn't expect to see a ghost here, so I reacted a little slower to let him realize that I could see him.

He opened his mouth, but he was coughing up blood and couldn't speak. He smiled bitterly, and with the blood he spit out, he wrote two words on the wall next to him - please.

He looked at me pleadingly, and then at the old man sitting on the ground crying, and what he wanted to express was very clear.