Being-Towards-Death

Song Weibin asked: "Brother Shi, the bureau asked me to re-investigate the Naner Hotel murder case in 1993. Tell me, should I investigate or not?"

In the corridor, the sound of rain was lingering, and a small puddle of dark color was formed under Song Weibin's feet; Shi Guyuan handed him the towel, and said casually, "Are you asking me about your work?"

Song Weibin was in a hurry: "Brother Shi, I'll just wait for your word. If you ask me to check, I'll check it out. If you don't let me check it, I'll push it away when I go back."

Shi Guyuan smiled: "If you ask you to check it, you can check it. I'm not your chief."

"But--"

"I know what you mean," Shi Guyuan used his voice to make a coat of tenderness wrapped in crushed ice, and put it on Song Weibin's rain-soaked heart. "You can do whatever you want, and no one can stop you."

"Brother Shi—hey," Song Weibin's head is like a soaked bread, sloppy, drooping, and a sigh can make flowers wither, "Just tell me the truth, have you... …Do you have……?"

Shi Guyuan closed his eyes, shook his head with a smile, and said, "No."

"Then I'll check...or not?"

"Check, if you want to check it, you can check it." Shi Guyuan's smile deepened, but he still closed his eyes to cover the symptoms deep in his pupils, "I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

Song Weibin said worriedly: "It's not that I'm afraid, Brother Shi, I just want to tell you, be careful yourself, I suspect that someone is going to deal with you. With such a big business, you will inevitably offend someone..."

"Okay," Shi Guyuan said, "I still need you to teach me?"

Song Weibin scratched a few wet hairs on his head, and said uncertainly: "Then I really checked?"

"Check it out. Anyway, you can't find any results. It's a waste of time."

"This……"

"By the way," Shi Guyuan said, "I went to the East District vegetable market a while ago and saw Xu Ping. What's the matter with you? Do you know that she works as a cleaner in the market?"

Song Weibin was so embarrassed that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. Under Shi Guyuan's aggressive aura, he couldn't even raise his resistance. He raised a white flag and said: "The power plant has laid off workers and laid off her. She is close to home. It's not that Bian'er doesn't have easy work, but she wants face and face, so she has to go all the way to the east, for fear of meeting acquaintances..."

"Then you are still arguing with others in front of the children," Shi Guyuan calmed down, and lightly scolded him, "You don't eat the world's fireworks, Xu Ping has to spend money, life is not so easy, Xu Ping can't save face , you don't know anything?"

Song Weibin deciphered Shi Guyuan's gentle and deep meaning in these sloppy words; he was very happy, but also a little worried, and said: "Brother Shi, you don't know me yet, I never treat you politely, go back to me Just ask her, she used to work as a clerk in a power plant, and she also learned computers, so it’s no problem to be an administrator.”

Shi Guyuan gave a "hmm" and said, "If you have any difficulties, just open your mouth and don't look at you, Xiaohan is still my godson."

Song Weibin was finally relieved and showed his first smiling face all night: "Hey, that's fine, Brother Shi, I'll go first."

"Wait," Shi Guyuan went back to the house and took an umbrella for him, and said, "I won't keep you at night, go back and be careful."

Song Weibin got the answer he wanted contentedly; Shi Guyuan watched him go downstairs with a blank expression.

It was only at this time that Shi Guzhen approached him knowingly, and curiously poked his head towards the stairs, asking, "Brother, what's the matter?"

Shi Guyuan smiled dotingly at her: "Go inside, it's cold outside."

"You're cold, but I'm not." Shi Guyan dragged him into the room, and asked again, "What are you talking about, you're in such a hurry, Brother Bin doesn't come in for a sit down."

"It's nothing," Shi Guyuan said, and he had nothing else to say, "I have something to do, Xiao Yan, you go to bed early, don't always stay up late."

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The next day, Liu Mian rushed into the office in a hurry, forgetting to knock on the door; Shi Guyuan glanced at him, didn't care, and continued to explain to the secretary about buying three air tickets to Liangjiang City; after the secretary left, Liu Mian calmed down , Said: "Mr. Shi, the prison said that Xu Liwei retracted his confession, but they did not suppress it."

Shi Guyuan lit a cigarette and let out a long breath; Liu Mian pondered his thoughts and said, "Mr. Shi, what do you think about this...?"

"I originally planned to visit him today," Shi Guyuan felt a little regretful, dusted off the cigarette ash, and said without raising his head, "It's been six years, Xu Liwei can't suddenly have a sudden whim, and turn over as soon as he says... Has anyone recently Have you seen him?"

Liu Mian hesitated for a moment, Shi Guyuan saw him, and comforted him: "It's okay, just tell me."

"The most recent time was three months ago. Two people came on the same day. The one written in the registration book was Zheng Zhichu..."

Shi Guyuan pursed his lips, and slowly pushed a stack of books beside him to the ground, making a loud noise; Liu Mian lowered his brows and kept silent, closing his mouth knowingly; After fully chewing, tasting, and digesting, he continued: "There is one more..."

This time Liu Mian hesitated even more.

"It's okay, you say."

"...It's Chi Yu."

Shi Guyuan suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze was sharp like an arrow, and he directly pierced Liu Mian; Liu Mian couldn't help shaking, and hurriedly said the excuse he had prepared: "It may also be the same name..."

This name disturbed Shi Guyuan's breathing, choked his throat, and caused him indigestion; Shi Guyuan stood up, walked to the French window, overlooking the busy street, and the office was so quiet that the air could be heard flow.

After a long while, Shi Guyuan said calmly, "How do you do things? You don't know how to adjust the monitoring to check?"

Liu Mian lowered his head and said, "Looked at the monitor, young master, the monitor was turned off, probably he ordered it specially; as for Chi Yu...it looks somewhat similar to the one we know..."

Shi Guyuan raised his hand, blocking the three-point leeway that Liu Mian deliberately left: "What is similar, if you say it from your mouth, it is him."

Liu Mian didn't dare to answer, and didn't even dare to peek at Shi Guyuan's face; in fact, even if he stole his eyes, he couldn't steal it. Shi Guyuan turned his back to him and faced the huge world outside the window. In the fog of dreams, indistinct.

After smoking a cigarette, Shi Guyuan said, "Go and check him, I want to know his relationship with Xu Liwei."

Liu Mian said, "Hey, I'll go right away."

Shi Guyuan waved him out, and suddenly reminded him: "Both of them are from Gaoqi, you ask someone to go to Gaoqi to have a look."

Liu Mian agreed, and when he closed the door smoothly, he looked at Shi Guyuan's back again; Shi Guyuan folded his shoulders and coughed lowly; the sun shone in, but even his shadow was dormant in the shadow of the wall , as if he had no shadow.

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Tang Jun has been mixed from a worthless poor boy to the current high position of the company's vice president. Thanks to the good university of society, he has taught him sophistication and naughty temper; Knowing kindness and repaying is the embodiment of character, and I have also heard the drama that "leaning on a big tree can enjoy the shade"-a sparrow climbing a high branch may not necessarily become a phoenix, just as a fox pretending to be a tiger can never become a tiger in a lifetime, but they will not Easy to let go of the claws - so Mr. Zheng, this big tree, this tall branch, and this tiger, naturally became the key objects of Tang Jun's fawning; Embracing this strong arm, begging Bailai to invite Young Master Zheng to have a good time together.

He thought that Zheng Zhichu was just a kid, and he hadn't played with the novelty of adults. He didn't know that famous men were precocious, so Zheng Zhichu was really like a giant Buddha, sitting at home, blowing his nose, unmoved.

However, on this day, the Buddha took the initiative to come down to earth, and the ideological realm of people living on the clouds is really different from those living on the black earth: Mr. Zheng does not make appointments with karaoke bars or nightclubs, but he makes appointments with the government's new plan for this year A piece of commercial land.