God vs. Lone Star, you and I are a pair

There is no doubt that Shen Xinhong was the one who stuffed the money after Zhang Ruopu's accident.

But is he the instigator or the one wiping someone else’s butt? Was his mother's death caused by him or was there another hidden reason? Shen Xiuyun and the others decided to strike first.

Shen Xiuyun called Mr. Zhang and asked him to arrange whether he could see the person locked inside.

Ten minutes later, Mr. Zhang called back and said that this matter was too difficult to deal with. Now the person is under the supervision of a higher level, and now he is not simply accepting bribes, but is also suspected of obstructing justice and even being involved with terrorists. Several departments are jointly reviewing the case.

"That's fine. He's being monitored so closely, so he won't be afraid of sudden accidents." Shen Xiujing comforted her depressed brother.

"Moreover, Xiuyun, have you ever thought that the direct cause of my mother's death was not a car accident, but I think you are a bit radical. You are too obsessed with knowing the truth. But what is the truth, will our plan not go ahead?"

Shen Xiuyun was silent for a moment, "I just hope it wasn't him."

This may be the last bit of fantasy about my father.

"Then we don't have to just stare at this place. I don't know how many eyes are staring at it now. We might as well keep an eye on this Hongxia Tailor Shop."

"Sounds like a name from an old movie." Ye Huaizhao muttered the name softly.

"It has some origins. When I was very young, my mother took me there several times. But I don't know if it was that one. It used to be called Hongxia Clothing Shop, which was made by hand tailors. Some of my mother's clothes used to be. It was made there, but when I came back from studying abroad, I saw that she had changed tailors, and I asked her about it, and she said that the old master passed away."

Ye Huaizhao searched on the Internet. Although tailor shops were popular decades ago, they were expensive and not affordable for ordinary people. There were only sporadic pictures and records on the Internet.

"In 87, there was a fire. The tailor Master Jin, who lived in the shop without his wife and children, was nicknamed "Golden Scissors". He usually lived in the attic of the shop and was burned to death." Ye Huaizhao read softly on the Internet Messages found.

"What does a tailor shop have to do with these things? Is this shop still open now?"

Ye Huaizhao shook his head, "I can't find any information, not even from the industrial and commercial side."

"Then we have to follow Jiang Zening."

Jiang Zening drove all the way to the old city, parked the car on the side of the road, and bought two kilograms of braised pig intestines, a whole piece of pork knuckles and two pig trotters at a small braised vegetable shop that looked shabby and dirty. The big bag of things entered an equally dilapidated old community. In the community, there is a self-built yard on the first floor, a clothes drying rack protruding from the second floor, and candy wrappers thrown away from the pond at my feet.

The people following Jiang Zening saw Jiang Zening carrying things to the backmost corner of a former factory dormitory. Because it was far away from other buildings, the site was wider, and the yard built privately by the owner seemed even more spacious.

Before Jiang Zening could get closer, he heard a dog barking. He smiled and threw the big meat bones he bought with the braised pork over, and the big dog gnawed them away happily with its tail wagging. A fat man who weighed about 300 pounds walked out of the house. The flesh on his belly trembled when he moved. He looked at Jiang Zening with a look of disgust and said, "What does your old Shen have to do with me?"

The yard that the old fat man came out of was already at the edge of the community. Outside was the Lan River that ran through the city. There were obviously far fewer residents in this section than in the previous section, and there were also dogs. The people following Jiang Zening didn't dare to get too close, and they couldn't hear him. What the people inside said.

When he went back and reported the video and the situation, Shen Xiuyun and others were also confused. This place was very market-oriented and had no connection at all with the previous Hongxia Clothing Store that specialized in custom-making for ladies.

But as the richest man in C City, Shen Xinhong actually sent his cronies to pay a polite visit in person. There must be some mystery in it.