Rock Sugar Warm Jade

24

The boss behind "Night" is as slippery as a loach, and the people under him worked diligently after many investigations before finding out the clues.

"Yesterday Wang Qiming came back from other places and lived in the Bian'an villa area. He called two young ladies that day, but no one has come out so far."

If Wang Qiming is really Wang Qiming from Huangcheng, he must be supported by the Qin family behind him.Zhen Jia has no grievances with Qin An, and he took Zhen Jia under his command with the purpose of using Zhen Jia's power to get rid of Qin An.

Then it all has a foothold.

Why is it Zhen Jia?By chance or on purpose?

"Zhen Jia owed 'Ye Shi' 30 yuan. We found out that he had reported to the police, but the bar had produced an IOU, which was clearly written in black and white. Zhen Jia claimed that he signed it unconsciously. IOU, but there is no evidence to prove it."

Xiao Sheng handed over a few photos, which were records of the situation at that time, and he transferred them from another place.

It is more convenient for people who have a family background to blackmail. If you have a deposit to give a deposit, and if you have a house to sell a house, those who don't want to give it to you can just beat them up.Zhen Jia asked for money but had no money, and the whole family lived in the old house, and they couldn't squeeze out a few drops of oil.

Lu Feng: "I just found Zhen Jia, what a pity this family."

The Soviet Union pulled out an old document from the bottom. On the front page was a photo of a little girl with crescent-shaped eyebrows. He pointed to the column of cause of death: "Drowning, not dissected."

The back page is Zhen Xixi's interpersonal relationship. The interpersonal relationship of a little girl is not complicated, and she is surrounded by her classmates and teachers.

"Find out the cause of Zhen Xixi's death."

Su Meng was about to go to school to talk to Zhen Yuxi's former teacher. He had a bad feeling. If Wang Qiming planned all this behind his back, and the purpose was to target Qin An, then why did he target Qin An?

Su Meng leaned back on his seat and was pulling his seat belt, when he suddenly thought of a possibility—had Qin An had any contact with them before?what happened?

Damn it, what can a minor who has just awakened his abilities encounter under the hands of these hooligans!

The garage was quiet, Su Meng stepped on the clutch and left alone, and set up a navigation when passing the intersection.He habitually glanced at the rearview mirror, then slammed on the brakes.

Su Meng got out of the car and looked around. There were not many cars at this time, but there were still people honking their horns to urge him, and some even rolled down the windows and cursed.

"What do you mean? You can't go yet! Don't go out of the way!"

When Su Meng returned to the car, the red light on the opposite side was red again, and the owner of the car behind him was helpless.He recalled the situation just now, the man wrapped in black in the rearview mirror.

And wearing a half-face mask.

Zhen Jia.

He actually took the initiative to follow up, perhaps it was the instructions of the people behind him.

In November, the wind in Mausoleum gradually became fierce, and even wearing a windbreaker looked cool. Su Meng stopped the car and looked around, but there was no one there.He straightened his crooked tie and went to the security guard with his police ID.

A road away, a man in black clothes stood on the roof of the office building, his chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared straight at the school gate where the Soviet Union disappeared.

He tried many times before spit out a few broken words from his throat, like a broken bellows that hasn't been repaired for decades.

"Xiangxi..."

Zhen Yuxi's teacher was a middle-aged woman with gentle eyes, and she was surprised for a while when she heard about her intention.

"I thought this matter was over long ago." Holding the water glass in her hand, she said slowly, "Zhen Xixi is a very good child. Because of her poor health, she has to go to the hospital every once in a while. There was something abnormal about a month ago, I thought about it... She did not come to school for a while, I thought it was a worsening condition, so I called to express my condolences, and the conclusion I learned was indeed the same."

The Soviet Union asked, "Is your condition getting worse?"

The teacher recalled: "I didn't come to school for about ten days. Later, when I saw her, she seemed to be covered with only a layer of skin. Sometimes she hugged me and screamed for pain. I couldn't bear to see her. Who would have thought that she would die soon? ...Hey, it can only be said that good luck tricks people."

Ever since Zhen Jia was tossed by Qin An in the temple, the fortress-like hard spiritual hints that those people gave him have broken a hole, and it is getting bigger and bigger.

Frames of memories are sharp tools for digging holes, scraping his numb brain and gradually losing emotions, and often five or six hours pass in a few clips.

A man and a woman appeared at the gate of the school. Su Meng stood at the gate and asked the teacher to stop. After talking for a few words, they parted ways. He drove to Zhen Xixie's hometown.

"Look up the hospital and medical history that Zhen Xie lived in a few months ago." Su Meng sent a message to Lu Feng, and received an ok in an instant.

Zhen Jia's legs have been hurting for the past two days. He didn't feel the pain before. At most, he suddenly fell to the ground halfway and couldn't afford to be sent back to lie down for a day, allowing those strange people to touch him.

Zhen Yuxi, who is it?He couldn't remember, but there would always be such a person.

Wang Ma is old, and her retirement salary is enough for her to live alone, but she still goes out to pick up plastic bottles every day, and saves a dime.

In the past, it was because of Zhen Xie's illness, but now I just got used to it.

The cabbage in the ground grows well, so there are especially many bugs on it.When Su Meng came in, she saw Wang Ma put the cabbage with worms in the vegetable basket. She was old and sometimes couldn't tell the difference between the two.

Taking advantage of her inattention, Su Meng picked up the vegetable leaves and threw them into the trash can, saying, "I'll come to see you today."

Sitting on the small bench, Wang Ma gave her hands a heavy hand: "Comrade policeman, I know you pity me as an old man, but we have nothing to talk about. You can take these two boxes back."

"Yes, I have a lot to talk about. As for me, I am young and reckless, with little experience. You are older than me, have seen more things than me, and have a thorough knowledge. You can't go wrong if you listen to more life advice. " Su Meng frowned, and moved closer to the trash can to throw bugs. "For example, my brother is the same age as me this year. He gave birth to two children at the age of 23. He was still worrying about me a while ago, saying How to raise him in the future. And now I am single, and I am worrying about how to find a partner."

"A child needs to be well educated since childhood. We don't want him to be rich and powerful, as long as he lives with a clear heart."

Su Meng sighed: "Look, this sentence is so good. I will tell my brother when I get back. A person must be able to stretch and shrink, right."

Wang Ma shook her head: "It's all the truths I've known after living for a long time."

"You're so pessimistic." Su Meng sorted out the leaves of the vegetables, while carefully dragging the topic, "Who can take care of children as soon as they are born? I've heard that people around you praise your granddaughter, saying that she has been a child since she was a child. Sensible, if my future children can do the same, that would be amazing."

Wang Ma was silent for a moment, as if exerting her last strength, she said slowly: "You can't be too obedient, remember, being too obedient is easy to be bullied!"

The vegetable leaves were squeezed so hard that juice flowed out, and Wang Ma threw the rotten vegetable leaves into the trash can, her aura was completely different from that of the elderly woman who seemed to be drifting with the crowd just now.

Where they couldn't see, Zhen Jia turned over the window and came to the place where he used to live. There was a thin layer of dust on the computer desk, and the whole room was not particularly dirty. There was a broom at the door, obviously Easy to clean.

The photo album was placed in the center of the table, and there were many photos in it.Zhen Jia silently flipped through a few pages, and found that the people inside were exactly the same as the people he had dreamed about these days.

He suddenly remembered a few weird photos stuffed under his bed, all of which were of a little girl.

"Snapped!"

"Look at what this is... I don't want these things to leak out, so just listen to me obediently."

"Otherwise, I will ask someone to do it again, but the little girl is too weak, I'm really worried that I will die."

The photo album fell to the ground, Zhen Jia tripped over the corner of the table with her head in her arms, and a small potted plant at the corner of the table was crumbling.

Su Meng's ears twitched, and he stopped picking vegetables: "Mother Wang, I want to go to the bathroom."

Wang Ma: "Go, go, you shouldn't do this."

Zhen Jia's memory was opened in an instant, and countless miserable and beautiful moments crowded in every corner of her mind, squeezing each other and wandering around, gradually reorganizing into a new sea of ​​consciousness.

When Su Meng opened the door, he saw blood on Zhen Jia's forehead, and there were several pools of blood on the concrete floor, and Zhen Jia was lying on the bed, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Sumeng Aite watched Xiao Qiao: "Well, maybe, I can exchange for the ability of space?"

The special office of the Ability Department came in handy. In the past, it was used to lock up some loveless hooligans, which greatly lowered the style of the office. This time, it finally shut down some characters.

"I haven't woken up yet, and the wounds heal very quickly, not at all like a D-level supernatural being." Lu Feng looked at the photo, "And there are so many wounds on his body, many of them have been stitched."

It was the first time for the Soviet Union to use the space power, which produced the effect of seasickness. Now the eyes are white and the feet are floating, sitting on the sofa depressed and unhappy, breathing out the smoke of the soul.

"Wake up and tell me."

Su Meng rubbed his temples and walked to the office with his coat in hand, sorting things out one by one, setting aside a period of time to relieve symptoms.

Zhao Yingying went back to school on Monday. Apart from losing weight, she has no other scars. People believed that she asked for leave to lose weight.

"Qin An, do you think Zhao Yingying can still remember those things?" Shen Xiaopang changed his position. From today on, he is Qin An's deskmate, and Qin An never had a deskmate before.

Qin An was doing the paper, and said concisely: "I can't."

Shen Xiaopang curled his lips: "You are so unfeeling. Think about it, Ms. Zhao has slept on me...Where! Anyway, I will never forget it."

where?People who didn't know thought Ms. Zhao was molesting him.

In the end, the weird shyness made Qin An feel dazed, and he regretted agreeing to the proposal of having an extra tablemate.

After Shen Xiaopang was shy, he looked around and carefully chatted with Qin An: "However, the person who kidnapped Zhao Yingying has not been caught yet, so I feel that danger is threatening. Hey, don't ignore me, where are you going?" ?”

Qin An calculated that there was enough time, and went to the library with his dictionary, and passed a few people at the door without giving a glance.

Those few people were frozen by the high-cold smell, and seeing Shen Xiaopang Erkang unable to greet "Ziwei", they walked up and laughed at him: "The god of learning is not human, you said you just want What are you going to do? I don’t think we should bother with him, he might be happy.”

Shen Xiaopang waved his hand: "Go aside, what do mortals know?"

The group of people laughed cheaply: "Where did the fat fairy come from?"

Qin An walked up the stairs to the second floor. The phone in his pocket vibrated slightly. He didn't need to unlock it when he took it out. An unread message on the page was obvious and clear.

The passers-by looked at the young man standing on the steps in surprise, then glanced at his cell phone with contempt, walked around him and went downstairs.

Are you still addicted to your mobile phone when you come to the library?Do you still dare to play with your mobile phone in school?Classmates, you are quite fat!

Others think about school and study, but Qin An has to think about survival and life, and resists stubbornly.

Qin An pressed his fingers hard, and his knuckles turned white.The slight movement of the second hand of the pendulum paralleled his heartbeat, he let out a breath, and put the phone back into his pocket expressionlessly.

The message is only eight words, and it is easy to gather all the recent events on himself.

"The dishes are not ready yet, please wait for the good news."