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Xia Ren muttered softly, drank the coffee in the cup, and grinned.

"It's so hard."

A hundred yuan cup of coffee is still so bitter, money is such a fucking thing.

Zheng Wenruo had already finished eating the cake, so he sat for a while, seeing Xia Ren's attention wandering, stood up and said, "Well, I have something else to do, so I'll go first."

Xia Ren also stood up and nodded, and smiled at her: "This time I will trouble you."

Xia Ren couldn't stay with the pair of dogs in the coffee shop, so he left directly after paying the bill.

According to the original plan, he originally planned to go directly to Zeng Shuyi's house, but after hearing Zheng Wenruo's impression of Teacher Yang, he changed his mind and planned to visit that Teacher Yang in person.

Zeng Shuyi has forgotten all the memories about Teacher Yang, Xia Ren can only use a stupid method to find him.

It was only over an hour since Zeng Shuyi's death. If Mr. Yang was really a good person, then he has almost been beaten up by Zeng Shuyi's family by now, or is currently being beaten up.

Xia Ren took a taxi directly to the police station near the incident.

As soon as he arrived at the place, he saw the man push open the glass door of the police station and was walking outside.

Behind him, there were several people who wanted to rush out after him, but were stopped by the superintendent.

Xia Ren looked at Zeng Shuyi who was quiet beside him, and sighed.

Bad luck!

"It's too late to regret it now." He said to Zeng Shuyi.

At this time, Teacher Yang no longer had that kind of elegant temperament. His clothes were covered with dust, and there were a few big footprints on his chest and trouser legs. His face was wet, probably just after washing with water, and the corners of his mouth were cracked. His cheeks were red and swollen, obviously he had just been beaten by a group of people.

"Sister, I suddenly feel very uncomfortable here."

Zeng Shuyi covered his chest with his hands, looked up at Xia Ren, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Do you want to continue?"

"Ah."

Teacher Yang walked towards this side, and when he passed by, he raised his head and glanced at Xia Ren.

In his eyes, the radiance called spirit has completely disappeared, and all he can see is sadness and exhaustion.

"Wait a moment."

Xia Ren turned around and stopped him.

Teacher Yang turned around stiffly: "What are you doing?"

Chapter 43 Teacher, I'm sorry

"I saw it, the incident of jumping off the building not long ago."

Xia Ren walked up to him.

Teacher Yang took a deep breath: "Are you here to scold me too? Hehe."

He laughed at himself, intending to ignore the girl.

"Do not."

Xia Ren continued: "I know Zeng Shuyi, so I know that you are not a bad person."

"you……"

Teacher Yang looked at her in surprise: "What do you know?"

"Get to know me, my name is Zhao Mingyue, and I'm an author."

Xia Ren stretched out his hand: "I'm very interested in your stories. Besides, Zeng Shuyi asked me to pass on a word to you, Teacher Yang Guodong."

"What is Xiaoyi asking you to pass on?"

Yang Guodong grabbed Xia Ren's shoulder excitedly, and then realized that his actions were a little unreasonable, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I was too excited."

"It's ok."

Xia Ren rubbed his sore shoulder that was caught by him, and said: "I haven't decided whether to say this sentence. Next, can you show me your living conditions? I need to decide according to the situation." judge."

"You guys know each other?"

Unexpectedly, Yang Guodong asked something irrelevant at this time.

Zeng Shuyi wrote it?

"En." Xia Ren replied without too much explanation.

Yang Guodong was silent for a while, then turned around and said, "I happen to be going home too, if you want to follow, just follow."

Why did his attitude become so cold all of a sudden?

Although Xia Ren was puzzled, the other party was obviously in a bad mood, so he didn't press on.

He followed the other party to a slightly remote neighborhood by bus. On the way to his residence, everyone who saw him pointed and pointed. It seemed that the news had already reached here.

The house Yang Guodong lived in was a small apartment with two bedrooms and one living room, only about [-] to [-] square meters. The various furniture had not been replaced for a long time, and it looked a bit old, but fortunately it was cleaned.

The door of his bedroom was open, and inside was a large desk filled with various textbooks and test papers.

From the photos on the wall, Yang Guodong lives with his mother, but there is no one at home now, so I don't know if his mother has gone out.

"Sit down. I'll go change clothes first."

Yang Guodong threw her into the living room alone, returned to the bedroom by himself, and locked the door behind him.

"This kind of scene looks a little familiar."

Xia Ren left a shadow in his heart about the incident with Sun Aihong last time.

He sat on the sofa alone, and not long after, Yang Guodong changed into clean clothes and came out of the bedroom.

"I have nothing to tell you."

He picked up two glasses, took two glasses of water from the water dispenser, put one in front of Xia Ren, and drank half of it himself.

"You can get a general idea of ​​the situation by going outside and inquiring a little bit."

"That's not true." Xia Ren said.