Rock Sugar Warm Jade

"Zhen Jia? I haven't contacted him for a long time. We all thought he had resigned."

The woman in front of me is named Yan Meng, she looks about 40 years old, and she is the leader of the sports team. Because the office door is locked, she looks a little stiff.

Lu Feng asked: "Who does he associate with on weekdays?"

Yan Meng thought for a while before saying: "It should be a friend around me. He is not very talkative, and he never attends parties after work. To be honest, he has been alone since he came to work here until now. In the past, we didn't get to know him well, at most we said hello."

Weak relationships?The Soviet Union secretly took note of it.

Then Su Meng grabbed a point in Yan Meng's sentence and asked: "How long has he been working here?"

"Six years? Or seven years?" Yan Meng turned on the computer and searched, she said embarrassedly, "I can't remember anything."

Then she turned the computer around, and on the screen was Zhen Jia's staff files.

Zhen Jia is 39 years old this year, and has only worked in Lingcheng No. [-] Middle School for seven years.In the photo, Zhen Jia's face is pale, her eyes are sunken deep into the eye sockets, but her hair is neatly cut short. There is no fancy hairstyle, just trimmed with scissors.

"Comrade policeman, Zhen Jia used to leave very early every day because she was going to pick up his daughter. I heard that his daughter is not in good health. As colleagues, we don't want to force her to go out to play."

Yan Meng babbled a few words, then gradually fell silent, she quietly glanced at the profile of Su Meng next to her, and asked, "Comrade policeman, what did Zhen Jia do?"

Lu Feng didn't answer, glanced at her, and asked directly: "Where is Zhen Jia's desk?"

Yan Meng pointed to an empty table in the left corner and said, "That's it."

Su Meng saw that there was still an empty space in front of him, and there was still a folder on it. He asked, "Who is this?"

Yan Meng sighed and said: "This is my colleague, his name is Liu Yang, but he was hit by a car on the road a few days ago, and he is still hanging in the hospital, and the driver was not caught."

Su Meng nodded and began to look at Zhen Jia's table.

Zhen Jia's desk hadn't been used for several months. It was piled up with sundries and fitness equipment, with a layer of dust on the surface. Su Meng moved it down one by one, revealing the true face of Mount Lu.

There is a photo between the desks, the corners of which have been rolled up, showing a little girl in a floral dress, with a black pen writing in the lower left corner——娞娞.

Yan Meng took a look and said from a distance: "This is his daughter."

The Soviet Union searched the entire table, and the dust was flying all over the sky, and the smog was unsightly. In the end, only this photo was useful.

"Is this a photo from a few years ago?" Lu Feng leaned over and fumbled for the photo, "At least three or four years ago, and it's well preserved."

After Qin An measured his height and weight, and took back the physical examination form, he found that he had gained three catties and grown two centimeters, and his face seemed to have an extra layer of flesh.He remembered who was responsible for this, and this person may be not far away now.

There are two rows of trees in front of the office of the sports group. This season happens to be when the branches and leaves are lush and green. The road is very quiet, and even the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves is extremely clear.

Under the shadow of the tree three meters away, Qin An could vaguely hear the voice of the conversation inside, which was very familiar.

After reading the materials of the Soviet Union, he raised his head and said in greeting: "Ms. Yan, I wish you a happy day, goodbye."

Su Meng closed his notebook, turned around and left smartly, and then opened a crack in the door to squeeze out. This action was a bit obscene.

There was still a stunned Lu Feng blocking the front door, he compared the gap between the door and his own figure, and finally chose to go out normally.

However, the Soviet Union is no longer outside, Lu Feng: "..."

The grass that had been in the sun for most of the day exuded a dry smell, and because there was no time to sprinkle water, a small section of the top was limp and yellow.

In the dense grove, Qin An held the medical examination form with both hands and was short of breath. He was so embarrassed that he didn't know where to look. After looking around, he had to lower his head silently.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Su Meng was very familiar. He cleared his throat and said, "I saw you sneaking around when you came out, young man, put your head in your hands and squat down."

Qin An was confused: "..."

In a daze, the list in his hand was lightly taken away, and an unsteady voice came from above his head: "Growing taller? Not bad."

Finally got people fed...

Qin An suddenly raised his head, the person in front of him turned his back to the sun, and the light leaking from the side made him close his eyes.Su Meng glanced at his watch, returned the medical examination form to him, and hurried back by himself: "I have something to do later, I may not go back at night, let's go."

Before Qin An opened his mouth, he felt that the top of his head was being pinched, and when he raised his eyes again, he had already gone far away, leaving only a back that was gradually moving away.

"I see," he said.

Zhen Jia's hometown is located far away from the center of Mausoleum City. It is a simple and old small building with scattered and mottled pits on the walls.

Such small houses abound in this area, and it looks like going back to the last century from a distance—there were not so many small advertisements for andrology at that time.

The two of them drove past in a low-key manner, found a place to stop at the intersection, and then had to walk down the path themselves.

It was the elderly woman who opened the door of Zhen Jia's house, also his mother, with gray hair and a pair of reading glasses on her face. She looked them up and down in the door frame before opening the door.

Inside the door is a small courtyard, half of which is covered with soil, planted with cabbage and carrots, and on the other side is a well, which is tightly covered with a piece of iron sheet.

The system didn't make a sound, which meant that the old lady with a sluggish expression in front of her was a real ordinary person.

With a wink, Lu Feng greeted him with his crew cut head, and coaxed him to sit on the small bench next door: "Old lady, we went to the school to see it just now, and Zhen Jia didn't go to work either."

The old woman's surname was Wang, and everyone around her called her Wang Ma. She was holding a cane in her hand, and she was trembling when she sat down. She took a few breaths and moved her lips a few times, but she still couldn't speak.

"Can we search Mr. Zhen's room again?"

Wang Ma's eyes were gray. She nodded and took out a key from her pocket and handed it to Lu Feng. She didn't even bring Lu Feng with her. The last time they came, they were stared at like a mouse that everyone shouted to beat.

Sure enough, he has a popular face, Su Meng silently chinned.

Zhen Jia's room is at the corner of the second floor, facing a closed door, a red Chinese knot is hung on the door, and the whiskers underneath are neatly tidied.

When they came back last time, they didn't check the house because the old lady didn't allow it.

Gee.

Lu Feng touched Xiaoping's head: "The old lady said that since Zhen Jia disappeared, she has taken care of this place once, and threw away all the garbage. I hope I didn't throw away important things."

This room is not too big, and there are colorful pictures painted on the white walls. It should be a child who was mischievous and mischievous, or a painting ghost with a handicap.

Zhen Jia is just like what Yan Meng from the sports group said, he is a boring and low-key man, even the books he reads are "Story x Club" and the like.

A laptop and several notebooks are spread out on the table, a pack of tissues and a grocery basket are placed on the right, and a calendar is hung on the wall.

There is one more diary than before. The old lady said she slipped her tongue before, but they kept it hidden and didn't take it out.

Zhen Jia, a good young man who has entered middle age, has the habit of keeping a diary instead of posting romances in the forum, which is really rare.

"On April [-]th, those little kids were too worried. After returning home, I gave me a paper airplane. She told me that I made it in the handicraft class at school. Her hands became more and more dexterous. …”

"On April [-]th, I was half an hour late and my salary was deducted."

"On April [-]th, I was late for an hour and my salary was deducted."

"On April [-]th, it finally returned to normal. The walls at home are terrible, so I bought some wall paint today!"

"On May [-]th, I was two hours late! But fortunately, I'm fine."

"May 22, what did I do? Why didn't they stop me? How could..."

There was no more after that. Zhen Jia's diary came to an abrupt end on May 22. Unlike the previous parents' short-lived atmosphere, this day seemed like an accident.

May 22 is a Tuesday, which should be the day when Zhen Jia goes to work from five to nine. Who are "they"?What happened in those days?Why did the old lady hide so many things after calling the police and refused to tell them?

"This Zhen Jia really loves his daughter." Lu Feng flipped through the diary, "But why does a physical education teacher have the habit of writing a diary?"

Su Meng said: "Why can't physical education teachers keep a diary? Maybe they have a literary youth in their hearts. You are discriminatory by profession."

Qin An left school early today, and left after the physical examination. Even though he knew that there was no one at home, he still walked back with his bag on his back.

After three o'clock, the sun does not need to be at noon, spreading down through the leaves, and the top of the head is warm and dry, just like the palm of that person.

Qin An stopped suddenly, his back stiffened and his heart beat like a fast-paced drumbeat.

What is he thinking?

"Qin, Qin An?"

Qin An turned around and saw that it was the little fat squad leader, who was standing there in a daze with a pack of yogurt and a thin tube in his mouth. Qin An nodded towards him and walked away again.

In front of this road is Quxiao Road, a real rich area. So Qin An is also a rich second generation?