Against the current Hengdao

On the second day, the group led by President Ling purposely slept late, and waited until the morning market on Rongzheng Street had passed before rushing over.

Butchers, vegetable sellers, live chicken and duck sellers, and dog sellers from all walks of life have almost done their business in the morning, selling small bundles into large bundles to close their stalls.The crowded people in front of the early morning stalls also dispersed at a certain time as if they had made an appointment. In this city, there is no express regulation but the collectively defaulted time of work and school, rushing to their respective places to live and work.

The traffickers retreated, leaving a field of vegetable leaves and chicken feathers, and the doors of the shops on Rongzheng Street were opened to welcome the morning sun that sprinkled from the zenith.Ling He and Yan Xiaodao stepped on the leaves of rotten vegetables and walked through the front streets and back alleys of this street in the old city again. Of course, this time they did not come to taste the local specialties, but to explore the road and find people.They don't know with certainty which corners of the social mezzanine the characters they're looking for are currently living in seclusion, or even if they're not alive.

Even though Ling He was dressed casually, his face was so eye-catching, easy to show off, and others could never forget it.Yan Xiaodao gestured to Mr. Ling with his eyes: You can stay in the car to rest your feet and enjoy the cool air, this kind of work is up to me!

Mao Xiangu not only has a straightforward temper, but also is very agile in her work. She combed her hair and wore a tight black vest with two bare arms. The one who came back from the main street deliberately exposed a black tattoo of a dragon crouching a tiger on his back shoulder!

Sister Mao was biting a long and thin cigarette in the corner of her mouth, and she had the aura of an 80s Hong Kong film crossing the river, and snatched half of the poker cards that a certain shop owner was playing: "Hey, I said , What about the Chen family who lived next door to your store?

"Oh... isn't it next door to your house? In the alley around the corner?

"Sister knows that Chen Jiu died, and it's been mentioned in the news. It's been marinated into a piece of old bacon, and the bones are almost rotten.

"I died and owed a bad debt, how dare I deny it? Their family owes a lot of money.

"Does he have a son? It's only natural for me to pay my debts to my son. Where is his son hiding?!"

Mao Xiangu was clever and came up with the right idea. The shop owner was not at all surprised by the fantastic plot that Chen Jiu had died for many years and hadn't paid off his debts. I left this Rongzheng Street, I ran away early, I can stay here and wait for the creditor to call..."

Mao Zhixiu flicked the cards with his fingertips, blowing out elegant smoke rings: "Where can a big living person go? Do you have any clues?

"Not here when I was a kid?

"There are no other relatives in his family? His wife died too?"

The shop owner said with disdain: "Who is related to this family? It's too late to hide... Who is going to find out what is left of his family..."

The information that can be inquired from the accounts of the merchants is fragmented. It is not that the old neighbors in the past deliberately protected Chen Jiu's family, but showed complete contempt and indifference, and never paid attention and care.A sense of indifference and alienation that contrasts strongly with the prosperity on the surface hangs over this Rongzheng Street.Everyone here depends on this street to survive, and they want to jump out of this cage from the bottom of their hearts, and want to change their original destiny.

Four or five meters away, on a broken wooden threshold, sat two middle-aged bearers waiting for work.The old and long-term single mud-legged man must belong to the 3000 million leftover men in the official data. At this time, he looked Mao Zhixiu up and down with lewd eyes, from chest to legs.

"That little girl has a pretty face."

"It's flat chested, no milk."

A cane was suddenly placed in front of the two porters, with little strength, but the hand was so fast that the two men's tongues were tied together immediately, and Yan Xiaodao squinted into the eyes of the two men: "Hey, your eyes are hot? woman?

"There are so many men on this street, that bastard Chen Jiu deserved to die, who did the widow follow?"

"We don't know Chen Jiu at all..." one of the porters said in a hoarse voice, "but I heard my brother mentioned that man, his wife used to carry poles on this street, and raised a son, but then I don't know If I went, I might have starved to death long ago.”

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They wandered around for a whole morning, deliberately wandering around the old site of the Chen family they had inquired about several times, and asked everyone they could ask, but they didn't ask any real facts.

The so-called former site of the Chen family is nothing more than a narrow dilapidated house surrounded by a few wooden planks. It has long been used by an outdoor shop as a utility room for hoarding waste, and there is no clue at all.

The aunt next door wore curlers on her head, and her whole body exuded the unpleasant smell of Sanwu brand cheap hair dye. She roughly splashed a basin of dirty water after washing her hair with her hands and feet.Mr. Yan, who has limited legs and feet, didn't dodge in a daze, and got splashed all over his trouser legs!The aunt drooped her eyelids and said unceremoniously: "I don't know, I don't know! I don't know Chen!

"How many times have I said that I don't know, but I still have to ask!

"My family just moved here, and I never knew someone who died more than ten years ago! Get out of here and don't block my door and block my business!!"

Mao Zhixiu said in a low voice: "It would be great if the dead could speak. Only the guy surnamed Chen knows best who killed him back then. Was there an accomplice behind the scenes, or was it a passer-by with ulterior motives to kill him?"

Boss Ling pressed the car window, revealing an unfathomably handsome face under the ray of sunlight from the zenith.He shook his head at Mao Zhixiu and Yan Xiaodao and smiled lightly: "You two will be at your wit's end when you meet an aunt with a difficult temper? I still have to do things like pathfinding."

Yan Xiaodao thought to himself, what can you do if Mr. Ling goes out?

Can you kidnap the aunt and torture her, or are you going to sell your lust to lure the confession victim?

Ling He didn't intend to betray his alluring looks, so he deliberately wrapped his facial features tightly with a hat and sunglasses.He asked Miss Mao to take Mr. Yan to find a place to eat and rest, and he hid his slender figure in the crowd of passers-by on Rongzheng Street...

The afternoon sun condenses on the colorful mosaic roofs of Rongzheng Street.

This is the quietest and most desolate moment on the street. Many shops close half of their doors and take a nap in the main room. After a busy morning and morning, they rest in the afternoon and leave the night market to earn enough water for the day when the lights are on in the evening.

The aunt held her leather handbag in her left hand, and a pot of heavy rose flowers in her right hand. She came back from the outside with a pair of splayed feet. Her head, which was permed in the morning, was self-curling, and it still showed a blunt and contrived artificial wave shape. .

The aunt hummed a ditty, holding the banknotes in her handbag very proudly, when she looked up and saw a certain elder sister with tattoos embedded in her skin, Fairy Mao blocked her way home with her arms crossed!

"Uh..." The aunt turned around again, and behind her was a tall and long-legged young handsome guy, leaning his elbows on the wall and looking at her leisurely.The sunlight pierced through the deliberate modification of the brim of the sunglasses, bringing out the radiance that the handsome guy couldn't hide from his whole body.

"I don't know if I tell you! If you keep pestering me, I'll call the police!!" The aunt was annoyed, her eyes and mouth shot out a fierce and fierce expression. It was also because of this rich set of emoticons that she had been in Rongzheng since she was young. Street wandering.

"Just call the police~~~" The handsome guy spoke in a mild and leisurely manner, "Two subway trips once, once, and twice, he is nimble and nimble without paying for a ticket, and you slipped in with one sideways trick. When I got home, I even snatched a pot of rose flowers from the public house under the banner of "Welcome to XX" at the gate of the street office! Auntie, call the police quickly."

The aunt was taken aback for a moment, and twitched the corners of her mouth, but her face was very thick, and she had already been indomitable and invulnerable, so she ran away quickly without saying a word.Ling He didn't forcefully stop the other party, the aunt ran back home at a brisk pace and looked up to see a tall and handsome man with one leg stretched out, sitting on the wooden threshold of her house, completely blocking her escape route home.

Ling He paced gracefully, put his palm on an orange bicycle parked at the door of the aunt, and smacked his tongue: "This bicycle looks very familiar. If you remove the basket and the back seat, it will be your Fan Jiang Is there a shared car that runs all over the street in the local area?"

The aunt's expression suddenly changed, wasn't the bicycle hidden inside the gate before!

Ling He sneered: "This car only has the basket, did you pay for it yourself?"

The aunt scolded: "I want you to meddle in your own business!"

The playful smile on Ling He's face suddenly disappeared, and he sneered: "You just ran to the Yamen office at noon, and you used someone's ID to get all kinds of subsidies. You should go to get the money every month. It has been years and months. Have you collected a lot of money? Where are the old people in your family? Where are the disabled and serious low-income households in your family? Whose subsidy are you pretending to be?!"

This matter is really going to be detained and fined, the arrogance on the aunt's face disappeared at that moment.

While the aunt was in a daze, Ling He suddenly stretched out two fingers to walk along the other party's handbag, pulled out the ID card and subsidy certificate from inside, and read the name aloud: "Cai...Hongying...isn't this your name? Isn't it your name? Could it be Chen Jiu’s widow who lived next door to yours? It’s bad for one’s morality to be killed, so you really have the courage and ability!”

Linghe Shenren has always been good at pressing every step of the way and talking nonsense.He just followed the train of thought of calculating people's hearts and fooled around with his mouth. However, all kinds of people's hearts in this world fall into his delicate calculations every time. The eloquence of "Curse Wang Lang to death" can punch heavenly kings and nobles at the top, and kick monsters and monsters at the bottom. Dealing with this illiterate commoner is like killing a chicken with a sledgehammer.The aunt was like a bean seedling smashed by the frost, a big pheasant with a bald tail cut, and after a while, she resigned herself to her fate and sat down by the threshold, and said angrily, "Ask, ask! Isn't that right?" That family of short-lived ghosts, what do you want to ask!"

Now Yan Xiaodao has also figured out Mr. Ling's way of doing things.

Ling He is unscrupulous and unscrupulous in handling affairs, and his means wander in the narrow border between the upright and the dark.In Ling He's eyes, there is no such thing as a strong sense of justice that is clear in black and white. Everyone must have stains on their bodies after going through all the troubles in this difficult world, and there are unspeakable things. It's the difference between whether someone else lifts the lid on you!No one wants to pretend to be innocent and sanctimonious for the whole life.

The aunt opened the chatter box, as if she had finally seized the opportunity to vent her grievances, and at the end Yan Xiaodao couldn't get in even if she wanted to.

"I was married to this street and lived in this street for 18 years. The dead ghost's family died early. If Chen Jiu doesn't die, we all have to move. It's just a mess! He eats, drinks, prostitutes, and bets on everything. This useless man is It’s not enough to make money to support the family, and it’s not as hardworking as his wife to carry a pole!”

"His wife is a hard-working woman, and she deserves it. She is beaten almost every three to five days, and she can't run away. How cheap do you think she is? If I were Cai Hongying, I would have chopped to death with a kitchen knife. That man!"

"What? That case 15 years ago? Who knew he did it at the time, and I didn't see him robbing the bank, and he wouldn't give us more money after robbing the bank! I remember he came back at that time , bought some food for his wife, bought a few expensive new clothes, and paid his son's tuition and miscellaneous fees for a semester, how brave is this man!"

"Why do I remember it so clearly? Because Chen Jiu has always robbed his mother-in-law for money, and he has never paid the money! Then this person disappeared suddenly and never came back. Now it seems that it is a must. Ming Cai was hacked to death and can't come back!"

"Chen Jiu was a lazy bastard at that time, and he didn't pick up the shoulder pole every day... Oh, a while before that guy disappeared, he was carrying clothes and cloth for others. Some foreigners came to our street. Renting a storefront to do business, selling clothes and shoes... Who are they? Oh, it’s been so many years, I really can’t remember who they are!"

Even before Ling He and Mao Zhixiu could react, Yan Xiaodao's complexion suddenly sank, as if he was following the aunt's confession and quickly pulled out some clues in a secret area, and asked suddenly: "The foreign businessman who sells clothes and shoes you mentioned, Is there a man of medium build, neither fat nor thin, with white face, wearing glasses, speaking hoarsely and slowly, who was about twenty years old at the time?"

The aunt fiddled with the rose buds in the flower pot: "I really don't remember!"

Ling He and Mao Zhixiu were expressive, and they all stared at Yan Xiaodao.Ling He then took out a photo from his mobile phone and handed it to the aunt: "This is the person he was talking about, have you seen it?"

The aunt looked at it carefully for a while, then shook her head: "If I can still remember, I will become a fairy!"

The aunt who was about to become mature had pinned a big flower hairpin on her perm, and at this moment she twisted it so smugly that it forced a layer of goose bumps to appear on Mao Xiangu's arm.

The aunt said again: "After the man disappeared, it was pitiful to leave orphans and widows behind. His wife carried a pole to support her son. Her health was very poor. Within two years, she also fell ill with a terminal illness. She should have died later. Her son? No?" If you don’t have a mother, you must be sent to an orphanage! I don’t know which orphanage I don’t care about!”

The aunt talked about the past indifferently, but she used forged documents to receive the hardship subsidy that originally belonged to the widowed mother and orphan of Cai Hongying's family on time every month.What is human heart?This is the morals of the world.

The real materials and all kinds of leftover materials that can be asked are almost exhausted. Before leaving, Mr. Yan took out a banknote and handed it to the middle-aged woman: "Don't go to receive the dead person's subsidy in the future, and take the money from the Civil Affairs Bureau. Leave the money to those who are still alive! Could you please burn a paper money brazier for that poor widow at this alley tonight? Thank you."

The aunt looked surprised, bit the corner of her mouth and lowered her eyelids, and silently took the money.

Turning around, Mao Zhixiu complained in a low voice: "Mr. Yan, you actually gave her back the money? This is a meat bun that will never come back!"

Yan Xiaodao said flatly: "It all depends on her own conscience."

Just about to drive away, the aunt chased out of the alley and asked, "Aren't you policemen?"

Yan Xiaodao narrowed his delicate eyes: "Have you seen the police?"

The aunt curled her lips: "I've seen too many people! In the past few months, several groups of people came to investigate this Chen Jiu, and I didn't even bother to say hello. It's really annoying to ask. I didn't know all of them! Another one just came yesterday. I looked at that person like a policeman, but you guys don't look like that!"

Ling He was quite interested: "Can you tell me what that person looks like?"

"That person has a very fierce temper, and I'm bothered by him, so I don't want to talk to you." The aunt's memory is still fresh at this time, and she draws pictures for them without thinking, "That person is tall, with tanned skin, Wearing sunglasses is pretty domineering, driving a jeep."

Yan Xiaodao and Ling He glanced at each other, and said at the same time tacitly: "Yasha?"

The city bureau yamen closed the cases of Mai Yunliang and You Haodong respectively. It seems that at this time, they have refocused their attention and picked up the old case 15 years ago.Director Bao's subordinates have always had inter-provincial cooperation with the public security in Sanjiang. Unexpectedly, Captain Xue happened to come here to investigate business.

Sitting back in the car, Yan Xiaodao's heart was like a mirror at this moment, and he said to Ling He: "Actually, you can just tell me the truth you know, and you don't need to waste so much time, and leave the matter of handling the case to that Xue Yacha." Forget it!"

Although there were many disagreements before, Yan Xiaodao now has a different impression of Xue Qian.He was a guy with a bad temper that made people dislike him anyway, but he was also a very good policeman who was serious, meticulous and full of sense of justice.

Ling He looked into his eyes: "Xiaodao, I know who did it, but unless the perpetrators are willing to surrender and confess voluntarily, I don't have any evidence to accuse those people. I don't know the details and I can't provide any real evidence. Do you think, among those big figures who have been immersed in the rich life of high officials, rich salary and sensuality for many years, which one has the courage and courage to surrender himself, dare to strip himself completely, be poor and white, and return to liberation overnight forward?"

Yan Xiaodao shook his head, obviously not.

"You haven't eaten all lunch?" Yan Xiaodao asked suddenly.

"No, you don't need to eat if you're hungry." Ling He said.

Mr. Ling, the meat-eating big cat who has always had a good appetite, said, "I'm too hungry." Yan Xiaodao felt a little distressed.He understands the people Ling He visited and what he did along the way. He understands that what Ling He did was right, but he felt uncomfortable. The process of uncovering these old events was actually quite cruel to him, and it took time. To slowly dilute the digestion...

He put his arms around Ling He's waist, and ordered in the tone of the elders: "Go and eat first, don't be hungry when you are old!"

It was only after touching Ling He's back that he felt something was wrong, how the hell could he handle this smoothly?

Yan Xiaodao quickly withdrew his fingers and looked away, but Ling He was thinking all the way, how to pull Yan Xiaodao's rough hand like sandpaper, and press it back to his waist... the rough and callused hand He likes it too, it's the knife's hand.

Ling He even ate two double-layer cheese pork loin burgers as an afternoon tea snack. In the afternoon, the group of them went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to inquire about the facilities of the orphanage in Fanjiang City, and stuffed red envelopes for the clerk to issue a list , However, even running several institutions did not find a suitable target.

When the lights come on, the riverside city slowly slides into the wonderful night in a cloud of mist. The lights are like a light gauze curtain, revealing a hazy and mysterious face from the tent.

This stilted restaurant by the river is also a well-known local Internet celebrity river fresh restaurant, and there are many diners in the evening.Ling He said to Xiaodao: "I can't take you to eat cheap Rongzheng Street every day, as if I can't bear to spend money."

Mao Zhixiu chimed in: "Thanks to Mr. Yan, otherwise, if we go out with Mr. Ling, we really want to eat Rongzheng Street every day!"

Ling He squinted at Mao Zhixiu: "Brother Xiu, tell Mr. Yan the truth, am I that mean?"

Mao Zhixiu pointed: "Boss, all these years you can't afford a girlfriend, let alone a boyfriend! Do you think it's because you are too stingy and don't want to spend money on dating? Is there any other reason, would you like to hear more about it?"

Ling He was so choked that he couldn't speak, and he had a mouth full of fangs, and sometimes he was verbally deflated.

It was Sima Zhao's heart that Mao Zhixiu slammed every inch of the needle to make an assist, and he said every word to Yan Xiaodao.Yan Xiaodao is well aware of this sense of deliberation, but why does Miss Mao's words suit him so much and make him love to listen to it...

A few of them chose a non-smoking private seat to sit down. However, in the unobstructed alley from the smoking area to the non-smoking area, nicotine particles were mixed in the moist water vapor and inevitably drifted over.

Yan Xiaodao deliberately sat in a windshield position, trying to use his broad back to help Mr. Ling intercept part of the tar smell.

Ling He suddenly moved his chair and sat down very close to him.

Yan Xiaodao asked: "What?"

Ling He said: "In short, it smells like smoke, it's better to smell the smell of old smoking guns on your body."

The waiter was so clumsy that he couldn't even shout at the top of his voice. Ling He, who was a guest on the way, got up twice, once to bring back a large pot of sweet corn hot drink, and the second time to order the kitchen to serve some more Mr. Yan's love. Eat wild saury.

Mr. Ling, whose figure is wrapped in the water mist under the lamp by the river, has a handsome face and a slender figure. He walks in the radiant restaurant built of boxwood.

In the private room next door, there were a few guys who looked like young masters were eating too. After drinking for three rounds, watching Ling He pass by the door twice, some people's eyes were straightened, and they poked at the door of the private room with a mouth full of alcohol, with intimacy in their eyes. Meaning to stare at Ling He.

"Hey, come to our table to eat, we ordered a large table in the private room, all kinds of very expensive river fresh fish!" The young man's eyes were flushed with wantonness, and the way of greeting was full of contempt.

Ling He turned a blind eye to other people's accusations, and got up the third time to help President Yan ask for a pack of toothpicks.

When he passed by, the young man stood up and rubbed him on purpose.Ling He raised his eyes and forced the other party back a step with his knife-cutting gaze, and sent a word to the other party in a deep voice: "Get lost."

It's also our fault that Boss Ling dressed too low-key. The attire of ordinary people and students, matched with this stunning appearance, made some wretched people with ulterior motives start to move around, thinking that they could use their power to bully others to tease and play at will.

Mao Zhixiu clutched the teacup and wanted to hit someone.Yan Xiaodao slowly lifted one of his good legs, put it horizontally on a chair, blocked the guy's unruly intention of taking a step forward with his body, patted his side and let Ling He sit down.

The corner of Ling He's mouth curled into a small expression, and everyone felt that this play was very childish and ridiculous.However, he never tires of playing this childish game with Xiaodao...

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ling He took out a pack of cigarettes from Yan Xiaodao's back pocket with his own hands, pulled out one and stuffed it into Xiaodao's mouth.

Yan Xiaodao lightly bit his cigarette, smiled, and signaled with his eyes: Light a cigarette for brother.

Ling He has always given Master Dao face outside, so he approached gently and lit the fire, but found that Yan Xiaodao was not willing to spit a smoke ring on his face, and turned his face to spray all of it on the apprentice next to him.

If Master Dao had the temper before, the chair under his feet would fly to the top of Deng Tuzi's head.But this is in another place, and the opponent is a bunch of bullies. They don't need to be too ostentatious to cause suspicion, and delay the proper work. Mr. Yan is not at the age of 20 years old.

When he walked out of the restaurant and went down the steps, Ling He hugged Yan Xiaodao's shoulder without hesitation, his sphere of influence was wrapped around his arms.

As long as the minds of both parties temporarily escape the unpleasant words such as revenge, scheming and godfather, everything between the two of them will be so agreeable.