Relocation Brigade

Chen Ling finally dared to look straight ahead: "I don't know why." Under the plot, he made an excuse randomly, "You go, I want to take a shower."

In order to avoid being broken into, after closing the door, I deliberately moved the stool in the corner against the door panel.

It was quiet outside the door, without the sound of footsteps.

Chen Ling pressed his ear to the door and listened intently.

With a "boom" it exploded in the ear canal, he covered his ears that were suddenly startled and stepped back half a step, a soft and smiling voice sounded outside the door: "Eavesdrop on me?"

"I didn't!" Chen Ling hurriedly ran to the nozzle to turn on the water, so that the splashing sound could cover up his embarrassment.

When he came out after pretending to take a bath, there was no one in the yard, and the mood of eating supper was completely gone, replaced by sleepiness. The moonlight elongated the shadow of the young man, swaying quietly as he walked.

Thunderstorms always come suddenly in summer, and the calmness of a good morning is broken by a thunderstorm.

Chen Ling was dreaming, he woke up suddenly, and sat on the bed in a daze.

Looking up at the closed windows, the rain was blown by the strong wind and flowed everywhere along the gaps in the windows.He propped himself up on the edge of the bed and found that the slippers beside the bed were not in the right place.

Chen Ling has a habit of putting the heels of his slippers facing the bed neatly when he goes to bed, because if the toes of the shoes face the bed, the genitals will climb onto the bed in the middle of the night.

But right now, the two slippers are crooked, apparently being touched.

The alarm rang loudly, and he turned to look at his bed. San Qingling was lying next to the pillow as usual, while the sheet under the thin quilt on the other side was not smooth.

Chen Ling was not sure for a moment, whether he turned over and messed up the bed at night, or something really climbed up.

But one thing is certain, someone had entered his room last night.

Chen Ling went to wash with doubts, and just put the toothbrush into the cup when he was startled by the person who suddenly appeared in the mirror behind him.

Wu Weiwei looked energetic: "Good morning, Brother Chen."

"..." Chen Ling pressed his chest that was thumping non-stop, "Next time, don't stand behind suddenly and be scary."

Wu Weiwei let out an "oh", pointed outside excitedly and said, "Mr. Jiang Shengxing is here, and he is here to deliver materials."

Jiang Shengxing, a big boss of a consortium, has never been so considerate to others like today. He is sitting in the yard at this moment, watching Zhao Xunchang, who rarely gets up early, doing Tai Chi.

The slow movements have an indescribable sense of tension and power, which is amazing.What is even more amazing is that there is a large purple-blue parrot standing on the wall next to it, which looks like a saw-billed gourd. It is very quiet and has no chattering problems at all.

He staggered his eyes and looked towards the shady room near the corner. After thinking about it, he decided to go to greet her.

The light in the room was dim, and when he approached, he could feel the coolness blowing over his face. Jiang Shengxing stopped his feet, not daring to peek through the crack of the door, and looked at the ground with drooping eyebrows.

"Are you up?"

The sound fell for a long time without hearing footsteps. Just when Jiang Shengxing was about to give up, he suddenly found that the gap in the door suddenly became wider, and a pair of long legs appeared in front of him.

After being stunned for a moment, he lowered his head and greeted: "I came here to ask how your rest was last night and if you need anything."

The Jiang family enshrines an old ancestor, and everyone knows about it, but if the ancestor has any needs, the first to inform will be the descendants of the direct line, and all other branches have to stand behind.

It is an honor, but also a panic.

Yesterday morning, it was rare for Jiang Shengxing to be lazy and not work in the group. He rubbed his tired eyes and raised his face, when he suddenly found a strange man on the sofa not far away.

Obviously the other party didn't do anything or say anything, but from the other party's quiet sitting posture and slightly tight lips, he felt the shuddering deterrence, and the terror enough to make him faint from fright.

A voice in his head told him that this was Jiang Yu, the ancestor they had revered for generations.

"Very good." Jiang Yu's voice awakened Jiang Shengxing, who was immersed in memories, "There is nothing necessary."

After he remembered something, he chuckled again: "You send someone to repair the door of the shower room in the yard."

"I'll send someone to do it right away." Jiang Shengxing didn't dare to neglect anything.

Jiang Yu responded, crossed the river and walked into the courtyard. Zhao Xunchang had finished Tai Chi and was holding a water cup to drink water. He caught a glimpse of the approaching figure from the corner of his eye, put down the cup calmly, and said hello.

After a night of precipitation, he was no longer so afraid of this old ghost.

According to the relationship between Jiang Yu and his little apprentice, maybe one day he will have to respect him as a master.

Can the elders be afraid of the younger generation?Of course not.

Jiang Yu didn't mind this casualness, he nodded slightly, his eyes were soon attracted by another person.

Chen Ling and the man looked at each other, and flicked the parrot's head with his fingers. The little guy has been unbelievably quiet recently. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that it started from the day when the ancestor's grave was successfully moved.

Silently glanced at Jiang Yu again, he curled up his fingers, and turned his attention to Jiang Shengxing: "Mr. Jiang, please make a special trip to trouble you."

"No trouble." Jiang Shengxing took out a thin document from his briefcase.

Chen Ling took it and opened it.

The previous owner of Fanxing Carving Room was named Zhu Peng, a middle-aged man in his 40s.

Judging from the photos of his life in the files, Zhu Peng really has nothing to do with art, he is more like a nouveau riche, dressed in rustic clothes, and seven out of ten photos are in nightclubs.

Chen Ling took the photo away and put it face down on the stone table. He paused when he withdrew his hand, and picked up the photo again.

Soon, he took out the middle one, tapped it with his fingertips, and said to Wu Weiwei, "This is Zhou Wenhui."

Wu Weiwei had never seen that corpse, nor had he seen Zhou Wenhui's photo. He tilted his head and stared blankly for a few seconds before asking, "How do you know?"

"The mole at the corner of her eye." Chen Ling moved his fingertips, pointing to the woman's nose and lip corners in the photo, "Although the face of the corpse I saw that day was swollen, but the bones did not change, her sunken nose and downturned The lips are exactly the same as the woman in the photo...but it's best to find Mr. Ding to confirm first."

"Mr. Ding left before you got up, he said he was going back to change clothes." Wu Weiwei thought of Ding Junyuan's crumpled and blood-stained clothes, and clicked his tongue.

Chen Ling looked at Jiang Shengxing: "Mr. Jiang, can we find this woman?"

Jiang Shengxing glanced at Jiang Yu first, then nodded and said, "Yes." After speaking, he sent the photo out, and asked someone to check it immediately.

Chen Ling continued to read the information.

According to the data, Zhu Peng was a bastard when he was young, and his looks were not bad. Coupled with trendy clothes, he always attracted many young girls, including his later wife, a rich lady.

The rich lady loves painting and dancing. Not long after she fell in love with Zhu Peng, she married him despite her family's opposition.

After marriage, the two had a happy family and soon had a child. Because of the appearance of the child, the family of the rich lady gradually changed their views on Zhu Peng, and even began to provide financial help, hoping to improve the lives of their daughter and grandson. condition.

Because his wife loves art, and by chance, Zhu Peng met a friend in the art investment circle.After the funds were in place, he opened an art gallery called Time Corridor.

As early as more than ten years ago, art galleries had not yet emerged in local cities, and there was only one in North City.Many young couples, photographers, and art lovers like to come here.

Later, with the upsurge of online reviews, this art gallery was promoted to No.1 of local non-historical attractions.

Zhu Peng kept pace with the times, engaged in online marketing, opened art cafes, rented out to film crews, etc., each of which brought him a lot of income.

If the development continued like this, it was time for this small three-story building to find a way to expand it.But just two years ago, he suddenly proposed to change hands.

The reason for changing hands is sympathetic. I lost my beloved wife and have no intention of managing.

Zhu Peng's wife drowned in a lake in a park in the city.

This incident dealt a great blow to Zhu Peng, especially for a long time after the burial, he was in a daze, startled and surprised, which caused a lot of trouble to the people around him.

The information stops here.

Chen Ling turned over the information in disbelief, but there was indeed no follow-up: "Mr. Jiang, is that all the information?"

"Indeed, there are only these." He took out one of them and slid his fingers, "These are all Zhu Peng's home addresses, license plate numbers, and contact information. I sent someone to check it out, and Zhu Peng now lives in the Songyang mansion. "

Chen Ling closed the folders and directed Wu Weiwei: "Take the guy and let's go."

Wu Weiwei's feet were blown by the wind, and he moved quickly. In a few seconds, he came back with a backpack on one shoulder.

Chen Ling took one of the bags and put it on his back, thinking about whether to call a special car or take a bus. There was a loud clang in his ear. Looking sideways, he saw a bunch of luxury car keys being held by a bony hand.

Jiang Yu: "I'll see you off."

Chen Ling wanted to refuse.

Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows and raised his delicate chin slightly, "You can spend time on the road, but Zhu Peng can't wait." He suddenly approached, with the tip of his nose pressed against the young man's temples, "I can smell his breath through the photo. Dead mad."

Before Chen Ling had time to dodge, the man had already withdrawn, and he stood back quietly and looked at him.

The key to the matter probably lies in Zhu Peng. Once the key chain is broken, the clues that were finally found will be broken.

"Alright then." After finishing speaking, Chen Ling whispered another thank you.

Jiang Yu asked with a slight smile: "I'm afraid verbal thanks are not enough."

Chen Ling held the backpack and asked as he walked out, "Then what do you want?"

Jiang Yu: "Let me give you a hug."

Chen Ling: "..."

"Just kidding." Jiang Yu raised his hand to the top of the young man's head, pressed down, and his fingertips touched the soft hair and the warm scalp below.

Chen Ling could feel that the man's movement was very light, he just rubbed it a few times and then withdrew his hand.

Jiang Yu put his hand into the pocket of his trousers, twitched his thumb, and a hint of satisfaction flashed on the corner of his lips that no one noticed.

The car belonged to the Jiang family to honor their ancestors. It is a high-end black sedan of a high-end brand. It has a spacious body and the leather seats are soft and comfortable. Wu Weiwei couldn't get up once he sat in it.

Take out the mobile phone and start to take crazy selfies, and send them to Moments to pretend to be aggressive.

Chen Lingan sat quietly in the co-pilot, pulled out pieces of talisman paper, lifted the lid of the cinnabar liquid box, and stamped it with the seal of Huangshen Yue.

The exorcism spell sounded, poured out clearly from the young man's ruddy lips, over and over again tirelessly, Jiang Yu raised his eyelids, looked at the person in the rearview mirror, and tightened his fingertips on the steering wheel.

After reciting the blessing mantra, and the cinnabar seal on the new cover was completely dry, Chen Ling put the talisman paper back into the small pocket on the side of the backpack.

Outside the car window, a traffic policeman just stopped a car for a random inspection.

Chen Ling suddenly realized a very serious question: "Jiang Yu, do you have a driver's license?"

Jiang Yu reached out to open the storage space in front of the young man, took out a stack of thick and heavy documents and threw them to him.

Suspiciously, Chen Ling opened them one by one, including ID cards, passports, driver's licenses, credit cards, bank cards, and even house books and stock fund certificates.

...Is this reporting asset details?

Chen Ling felt hot, so he only checked the driver's license. Other people's ID photos were of lower than normal appearance, but Jiang Yu's was not. It's like 800 million for him.

As expected of the Jiang family, they have done all these things in such a short period of time.

Chen Ling obediently stuffed the things back for others, and continued to hold the backpack and look at the passing scenery outside the window.

Wu Weiwei in the back seat rolled his eyes back and forth between the two of them, rubbing his chin thoughtfully: there is a problem, there must be a big problem between Brother Chen and this investor.