Rock Sugar Warm Jade

10

Although Zhen Jia is a simple teacher with thick eyebrows and big eyes, he still has a way of hiding from others. I don't know if he just stays at home and studies the monitoring distribution of Mausoleum City.

Several people from the Ability Department stared at the computer for two or three days, analyzing his past interpersonal relationships and so on.In the past three days, I gradually forgot to take a bath, so that the smell of ecstasy wafted from my body.

With a big wave of the Soviet Union's hand, half of the people went back to tidy up, and the other half waited for them to come back and take turns.He was tugging at his collar in the office, and there was a bag of changed clothes piled up in the corner. Fortunately, there was an air conditioner pressing it, otherwise there would be no way to treat people here.

Today is Monday, so it stands to reason that his sweetheart servant hasn't finished school yet, so he gets at least five o'clock.Su Meng thought about his good comrades outside, and the only bit of integrity prevented him from escaping home.

Do you want Qin An to come over?

Then Su Meng silently slapped himself, did he really treat him as a servant?The boss is currently underage, ah underage, it is against the law to employ child labor!

The news exchange page with Qin An stayed at 10:30 last night. As usual, Su Meng sent him a little white man to show his presence, and Qin An only replied-"Rest earlier, Brother Su".

What's going on?

Su Meng rubbed his forehead, forcing himself to work.The report was spread all over the table, and all the information obtained from visiting relatives and friends Biao Acting in the past two days is here.

Zhen Jia used to be in poor health. She often went to the hospital when she was a child and a teenager, but she was very smart.

In the group of people with supernatural powers, it is not that there are weak people. Most of them are physically unable to bear the supernatural powers, so that they decline year by year.The mild ones are just the pain or weakness of the body, Zhen Jia is in this category; the stronger ones belong to the category of people who are dying.

Usually, people with medical abilities can alleviate this kind of thing, but there are very few people who can become people with medical abilities. When one appears, it belongs to the family's key protection object.

Because of her health, Zhen Jia couldn't find a satisfactory job. The thick medical records alone could become a wall. Similarly, she couldn't find someone she wanted.

Zhen Jia and his wife met 11 years ago, but due to various economic reasons, they divorced and the custody rights belonged to Zhen Jia.

They've been separated for nine years, so there's no way they'll still be involved?

Lu Feng knocked on the door, poked his head in, and the two dark circles under his eyes seemed to be full of energy: "Brother Su, someone came down here, I guess it has something to do with this matter."

Li Wen was sitting on a stool with two crutches next to him and a piece of plaster cast on his leg. He was about to take a few puffs of cigarettes when he realized he was still in the police station, so he gave up.

His legs were sore and painful, and the inside had swollen into pig's trotters. Li Wen wiped his sweat, and involuntarily recalled the situation a few days ago in his mind, and he shivered without warning.

"Li Wen, who is Mr. Li?"

Li Wen tried his best to move his position with difficulty, and said, "It's me!"

In front of him was a gentle man in a white shirt, holding a black folder in his hand, the sleeves were rolled up to the forearm to reveal his thin arms, he seemed to have taken time out of his busy schedule.

"follow me."

Li Wen is a 30-year-old man who happens to be a physical education teacher in Lingcheng No. [-] Middle School. He happens to be Zhen Jia's colleague. He just happened to be hit by a car a few days ago.

He is the owner of the other table, the unlucky guy who was hit by a car when he went out.

"Last Friday, I happened to ask for leave to go to the hospital to change my medicine. I just heard that you came to the school to handle the case yesterday, so I rushed here today."

The entire living room was empty, only Su Meng and Li Wen. Li Wen didn't know why he had to go to this kind of place just to ask a question, but it should be safer?

It's not always about finding a serious and bright place to kill him.

"Are you here to report the crime?"

According to the information in the hands of the Soviet Union, this person came to report the crime, or because of the car accident a few days ago.

"It's not a report. I heard that you are investigating Zhenjia's affairs. I'm not here to provide some information." Li Wen wiped his sweat and sat down on the stool. "I was very sure about this at first, but I Later, when I thought about it, maybe it was because I was under too much pressure and became obsessive? So this matter has been held in my heart for a long time, and I am almost sick."

intelligence?It is also related to Zhen Jia's intelligence.

Su Meng stopped turning the page, and fumbled twice with his index finger at the foot of the page: "To be specific, I can't understand you even if you're like this."

Li Wen opened his mouth and asked hesitantly: "That's a long story. But comrade policeman, what if this is really my obscenity? I won't go to jail, will I?"

"Just say it."

Su Meng closed the folder and put it aside, indicating that his hands were empty.

Li Wenqing cleared his throat and said, "This is a long story."

"Eight days ago, it happened to be Sunday. As a physical education teacher, I usually had nothing to do. I mainly played games or went out to have dinner with friends. That night, I went out with my good buddies in the middle of the night to have a snack. Who knew that a car was on the way. When I jumped out, I didn’t even have time to hide, and one of my legs was useless. If it wasn’t for the small alley over there, I would probably still be lying in the intensive care unit.”

"Later, when I thought about it again, I always felt that this man came to me on purpose. Otherwise, why would he drive wherever I hid? Otherwise, I would be too reckless, don't you think?"

Su Meng sat opposite him, tapping his index finger on the table: "Speak business."

Li Wen didn't get a response, so he shrank back and coughed: "I think it's more, do you know what it is? During the time I was in the hospital, my back always felt cold. After thinking about it for a few days, I couldn't figure out why it happened. I remembered it because of a picture."

"The driver of that car is Zhen Jia."

Lu Feng in the headset took a deep breath. To Su Meng's ears, it was like the sound effect in a badly made horror movie, which was a bit spicy.

Su Meng frowned slightly: "Did you see it?"

Li Wen scratched his head: "The situation was too urgent at that time, and I only had time to take a look when I fell to the ground. This image didn't stay in my mind at the time, but it became clearer and clearer after that. I don't know if it counts. Obscenity, but if it's fake, why do I have to make him Zhen Jia? He's not usually this kind of person. I couldn't bear this matter after holding it in for a long time, so I came to find a professional."

A simple summary is that a man who was hit by a car when he went out was unlucky, his consciousness was confused because of the blow, he didn't know the truth of the matter but he was very concerned.

But have to check.

The Soviet Union pretended to make two notes on the folder, and shook hands with him to express its gratitude: "Thank you for your information."

Lu Feng walked in just right, and whispered something bad in Su Meng's ear that he had imagined on the spot. Su Meng followed along and nodded apologetically at Li Wen: "I still have something to settle. See you, Mr. Li."

Su Meng ran all the way to the fifth floor, caught someone nearby and said, "Give me the nighttime surveillance video of the road on the snack street eight days ago."

The man frantically started looking for the video, his spirit was like chicken blood.

It is not easy to adjust the monitoring, but the Ability Department has many means. It didn't take long for a folder to appear on the Soviet Union's computer, and a video was lying quietly in it.

The monitoring resolution arranged by the snack street is not bad, although not even the pores can be photographed, but at least the outline of the face can be seen clearly.

From six o'clock to nine o'clock, there is an endless stream of people coming and going, which is comparable to queuing up to get express delivery on Double Eleven. Across a screen, the Soviet Union can smell the aroma of barbecue and Malatang.

In addition to these, the Soviet Union also saw several incidents of money theft.

Qin An's school time is five o'clock in the afternoon, and the students in the dormitory are slowly sorting out the textbooks, and some of them are stuffed directly into the table to finish, and he goes home alone with a backpack of books on his back.

As soon as he left the school, he subconsciously took out his phone and looked at it, but he didn't see any messages.Two days ago, Qin Anlei kept sending messages with five meals a day, even if his face was blurred by reports, even if there was only one picture and one punctuation mark.

Basically a noodle guy.

Today...no.

Brother Su, did you have a good rest these two days?Probably not. I heard that the police are very hard to handle cases, and they don’t even change their clothes when they are busy.

Qin An thought about two things. One was that Brother Su had only woken up from a coma for less than a month. Would his body be able to take it?Second, Brother Su seems to have only brought two sets of clothes last time.

Suddenly a man came towards him, the mask covered most of his face, the exposed part looked strangely pale, with a black peaked cap on his head, he walked towards here quickly, Qin An stepped out of the way, but unfortunately still Got hit on the shoulder.

The man glanced at him, a look of astonishment flashed across his eyes, and was immediately replaced by others, the madness in his eyes was about to overflow.

Is this man a psycho?

Qin An walked away calmly, and the man suddenly ran into the distance while his sword was flying.

He knows me?Qin An was thinking about this question all the way, could it be those people under the bridge?

The first thing I did when I got home was to see if there was an envelope in the crack of the door, but there was none today.Qin An pushed open the door, feeling weird, until he saw a pair of shoes on the ground.

The air conditioner in the house was turned on and adjusted to 26 degrees. There was the sound of the washing machine spinning upstairs, and there was a slight sound from the kitchen.

There was no doubt about who this person was, and Qin An silently closed the door.

This sound reminded Su Meng that he poked his head out of the refrigerator, holding two bags of quick-frozen dumplings in his hand, wearing a white loose short sleeve and a pair of big gray underpants.

Qin An put down his schoolbag and walked in. There was a pot of hot water boiling in the pot, which had just started to bubble. He said, "Leave it to me."

Su Meng watched the surveillance all afternoon today, and was dizzy and almost drove west. The system "Didi" reminded him several times.The people under him basically came in shifts. Su Meng lasted for three nights by himself, and finally withered.

So he copied the video and prepared to go home and watch it slowly.Nothing is more enjoyable than watching a video these days, even frying the kitchen.

"I underestimate you, Brother Su." Su Meng kicked the refrigerator door, showing his big white teeth, "Go do your homework, I'll call you later."

Qin An hesitated for a while, then walked out of the kitchen under Su Meng's gaze, then sat down on the sofa near the kitchen, and took out his English vocabulary back.

The Sumeng failed to blow up into a kitchen, because there was too much water, and it eventually overflowed. If it wasn't for his agility and quick escape, he would have to apply aloe vera ointment to his toes.

Qin An heard the sound and threw the notebook and walked in, only to see Su Meng standing one meter away comically holding a shovel, the pot was almost foaming, and he was "exhausted" clinging to the tiles .

Su Meng clasped his hands together and waved towards the pots and pans: "Thank you for not burning them."

Qin An: "..."