Little Wolf Cub of the Ginger Demon King

The winter sun is warm and warm, and the wind outside the open car window brings a little bit of dust.In the car, Bei Xiaowu put on the handbrake and silently turned his head to Song Youhe, "Let's talk."

Song Youhe clenched his hands tightly, looking at Bei Xiaowu's eyes not only with panic but also with fear, "What do you want me to say?"

Bei Xiaowu tightened his grip on the handbrake, and Song Youhe immediately became nervous again.Song Youhe yelled, his voice was like a broken gong, "I said, I said, I said..."

Bei Xiaowu was about to lose his last trace of patience. He frowned slightly and took out his phone, turned on the recording, "Start."

"It's not me," Song Youhe said with difficulty, "Your father's death was not mine, and it has nothing to do with me."

Bei Xiaowu turned to look at Song Youhe again.

Song Youhe recoiled in fright from Bei Xiaowu's sharp gaze. He never thought that he would be forced into such a situation by a teenager.

"Tell me everything you know." Bei Xiaowu said impatiently.

"I know that your father died abnormally, and I doubted it just like you did. But please believe me, I didn't do it..."

On Christmas Day last year, Bei Tiangui scrubbed Ozaki for the last time, and stood in the yard of the garage at five o'clock in the afternoon looking up at the sky.Based on experience, he felt that it might snow.

Song Youhe stood at the door of the office on the second floor and laughed at him, "You worked really hard to please that kid."

"It's not bitter," Bei Tiangui smiled, "Isn't this going to be a family soon?"

Song Youhe shook his head and was about to go back to the office, but Bei Tiangui stopped him, "Youhe, do you still have No. 97 oil?"

Song Youhe shook his head, "It should be gone."

Bei Xiaowu recalled that day when he and Jiang Lai went to Guihe to pick up his father’s belongings. Song Youhe once thought that the motorcycle had no oil, but in fact, Bei Tiangui had already gone out to buy oil in order to let Jiang Lai ride that night. .Based on this, Bei Xiaowu felt that Song Youhe was not lying.

"What happened later?" Bei Xiaowu asked indifferently.

"Later your father said that he had something to do that night and he had to leave first, and then he left." Song Youhe tried hard to recall the day when the incident happened.

"What time did you leave?" Bei Xiaowu asked.

"After six o'clock in the evening, most of the employees get off work at that time." Song Youhe confirmed that it was correct with a little bit of confidence.

"Did he drink while he was gone?"

"No, alcohol is prohibited during working hours in the factory."

There was a short silence in the carriage, and the quiet needle drop could be heard, and the high-speed train roared past under the cliff, startling the birds hiding on the shallow talk in the distance.

Seeing that Song Youhe had no intention of continuing to speak, Bei Xiaowu curled his lips, and turned the car key again. He realized that to pry Song Youhe's mouth open, he had to keep the engine running all the time.

"Before that, did you find anything unusual, who had he been in contact with?" Bei Xiaowu tried his best to restrain himself and make himself more rational.

"No." Song Youhe kept silent.

Bei Xiaowu clenched his fists and pounded on the steering wheel. The piercing horn and whistle pierced the tranquility of the countryside. The car was full of fine dust blown by the wind.

The polished piece of the old steering wheel peeled off in an instant, and the coil inside bounced out like a ghast that had been suppressed for a long time.

Song Youhe let go of his hand to touch the mobile phone that fell on the outside of his thigh. Seeing his flustered appearance, Bei Xiaowu felt as ridiculous as seeing a clown.

Bei Xiaowu took his mobile phone from Song Youhe's hand in a calm manner, and unexpectedly found that it was the same model as his father's.

Bei Xiaowu played with Song Youhe's mobile phone with one hand, and smiled, "You are really good brothers, you drive the same car, use the same mobile phone, one is good at gambling and the other is good at drinking."

Song Youhe's originally terrified expression became slightly dignified after hearing Bei Xiaowu say the word "gambling".

He once begged Bei Tiangui not to tell about his gambling, especially for the younger generation, he was afraid of losing face. In fact, he was even more afraid that Bei Xiaowu would use this as a threat to seize the half of the car repair shop in his hands when he grew up.

"You...know?" Song Youhe's throat choked, as if too many sad memories came to his mind.

"Whether to bet or not, even if my dad doesn't say anything, I can always investigate clearly in this year." Bei Xiaowu knew that there was a cliff outside the window, but threw Song Youhe's phone out as if nothing had happened. "This model My mobile phone is very powerful, it can be repaired if it breaks, and all the things inside are still there after repairing.”

Song Youhe was so excited by Bei Xiaowu that he couldn't say a word. He realized that this boy was more terrifying than he thought.

"I'll ask you again patiently, was there anything unusual before my dad passed away?" Bei Xiaowu looked forward, like a cold statue.

"He...he..." Song Youhe could hear from Bei Xiaowu's words that Bei Tiangui hadn't told him about his gambling. In the scene where Tiangui drove out, I really felt that something was wrong.

Obviously, Bei Tiangui made an appointment with Jiang Lai for an evening ride at around [-] o'clock, and came out of the factory after [-] o'clock, without bringing Xiao Qi, obviously not for Jiang Lai's appointment.

He must have come out for something, but why?

Song Youhe said: "Tiangui said once before his death that he felt someone was following him."

Bei Xiaowu's tense nerves could no longer be tensed following the words Song Youhe uttered with difficulty.It turned out that Bei Tiangui had already sensed that something was wrong in front of him.

Bei Xiaowu turned off the recording on his phone, turned his head to look straight at Song Youhe, and threatened, "Say it all, or I will let you die."

The veins on Song Youhe's forehead twitched, and beads of sweat rolled down from his temples.He believed that when Bei Xiaowu said this, he really thought so in his heart.

"Start." Bei Xiaowu patiently clicked on the recording again.

Song Youhe hated himself for being a gambler, but he just couldn't stop.He was gambling when his father was critically ill, he was gambling when his father died in the hospital, and he was still gambling when his father said in his will that he would give half of the factory to Bei Tiangui.

He has made up his mind several times to quit gambling. For this reason, he has seen a psychiatrist, talked about superstitions, and thought about distracting his attention through blind dates.But there will always be unconsciously sitting at the gaming table again.

Two years ago, gambling was completely banned in the ancient city, and all the places where you could play were checked, regardless of whether it was bright or dark. Song Youhe listened obsessively to a small southern town more than 1000 kilometers away from a gambler.

Song Youhe thought it was a good decision to relax while playing cards with beautiful mountains and clear waters there.Unexpectedly, seeing their warm reception, the local snakes over there refused to let them go after winning the money.

It was during that time that Song Youhe met a bully in that small town, known as Boss Qiu.

Although Song Youhe didn't suffer any inhuman abuse there, he was still afraid. In the end, he lost all the money he brought over. The other party was still not satisfied, so he had to ask Bei Tiangui, who was thousands of miles away, for help.

Looking back now, Bei Xiaowu was surprised that Bei Tiangui hid it so well from himself, he didn't even know about these things before.

Bei Tiangui drove his broken pickup truck there. Although the car has been driven for many years, it is very durable and well maintained. Apart from its old appearance, it has excellent performance.

Bei Tiangui knew that Song Youhe had already lost and there was nothing left, so he had to use his savings of 50 yuan to pay back the money to Boss Qiu for Song Youhe.

When returning to the ancient city, a middle-aged man with a dazed expression stood up behind the dark card table. He said that he was also from the ancient city, and wanted to ask if he could take a ride home with him.

That person was really miserable at the time, even the leather belt around his waist was taken away as gambling money, he was wearing a pair of shorts with big flowers that obviously didn't fit, and his hair was stubble.

Since they were all from the ancient city, they wanted to go home anyway, so Bei Tiangui readily agreed to take him back with him.

Jiang Lai slept for a whole day and night, and then went to Qmei to take the exam refreshed.

During the few hours that he was confined in front of the drawing board, Jiang Lai would touch his heartbeat from time to time at the beginning, but as time passed, he let go of himself more and more as he got to the end, the pen follows his heart, and what he wants is every stroke All natural and smooth.

After the exam, Jiang Lai took the subway back to Shao Fanghua's place alone.I bought two boxes of quick-frozen food at a supermarket near the community, and thought about going home and freezing her in the refrigerator, which would be enough for a while.

As soon as the door was opened, there were four or five students of Shao Fanghua sitting in the house.

They didn't know where they heard that Teacher Shao twisted his wrist, and they made an appointment to see her together, and they also discussed that they would take turns cooking for her.

Shao Fanghua smiled embarrassedly, "I just twisted my wrist, no need, it's too troublesome."

Jiang Lai let go of the heart he had been carrying all the time, thinking that Shao Fanghua still holds a lot of weight in the hearts of the students.

Jiang Lai didn't disturb their master and apprentice's chat, and went back to the room after greeting with a smile.

He originally wanted to go back two days later and stay with Shao Fanghua again, but now that someone took the initiative to take care of her, he suddenly swiped his phone to see if there were any tickets for that night.

Just as Jiang Lai opened the booking software, a call came from an unfamiliar number.

Jiang Lai picked it up, and the other party's voice sounded familiar.

"Is it Jiang Lai?" the other party asked.

Jiang Lai hesitated, "Officer Zhao?"

Zhao Kai smiled, "It's me, I know you're taking the exam during the day, so I'm taking it now."

"Is there something wrong?" Bei Xiaowu asked.

"The suspect who asked you and Mr. Shao to help draw the portrait that day has finally been arrested!" Zhao Kai's voice became a little excited, "The portrait helped us a lot in solving the case, so I called to say thank you."

Jiang Lai did not expect to do another good deed by chance, he let out a sigh of relief, "It's really great."

After hanging up the phone, there was commotion downstairs. When Jiang Lai went out, Shao Fanghua was sending the students to the door.

Jiang Lai happily told Shao Fanghua that the suspect had been arrested.Shao Fanghua laughed at Jiang Lai stupidly, saying that she already knew about it.

Jiang Lai went back and packed his luggage while whistling, and told Shao Fanghua that he had already booked a ticket for the evening, and there were two days left in the week's vacation. He didn't dare to say that he wanted to go back to accompany Xiao Wu.

Bei Xiaowu looks particularly haggard recently, presumably the anniversary of his father's death reminded him of many sad things.

While thinking wildly, Jiang Lai's heart trembled, and he called Zhao Kai backhandedly.

Zhao Kai picked up the phone with a smile, "Why did I hang up so quickly, and I said thank you for inviting you to dinner."

Jiang Lai smiled, "Brother Zhao, it doesn't matter whether you eat or not, you want to thank me for checking my phone number?"