to comfort the sun

From the outside, the Little Bee Internet Cafe looks very broken, especially broken. At a glance, one would think that there must be elementary school students with runny noses inside.

It wasn't until they walked in that they realized they were wrong.

It is bigger than imagined, transparent from north to south, very bright, almost all the seats are full, and the voices are boiling, even the few private rooms at the door.

After opening the plastic curtain, there is a bar counter on the left. In addition to helping people recharge their internet fees, they also sell some instant noodles and melon seeds snacks. That should have been the seat where Luo Jun was supposed to sit, but now another person is guarding it.

Yang Jun slapped the young man who was dozing off at the bar and woke up: "Xiao Mao, is there no one in the private room inside?"

The young man looked back and forth at them in confusion, Sun Fuzhou's smile was too fake, and Liu Chenglin's expression was too serious.

After looking around, he still only dared to look at Yang Jun: "No, no one, Brother Jun, do you want to get on the plane?"

Luo Jun shook his head, tiptoed on the bar, reached out for a pack of unopened cigarettes in the drawer, and took three bottles of drinks from the warmer while unpacking.

He gestured to Xiaomao with his things in his arms: "No need, remember that you need to keep accounts, I'll go talk to... my friend for a while, and send me a message when the lady boss comes."

After speaking, Luo Jun led Sun Fuzhou and the others to the so-called private room. He stretched out his hand and pushed open the translucent glass door, but the trash can behind the door fell down.

Luo Jun hurriedly freed his hands to help them, then turned his head and smiled at them: "Sorry, this is the private room we usually play by ourselves, it's a bit messy, you can sit wherever you want."

Sun Fuzhou tilted his head slightly, and looked around the cramped space—five computers lined up, melon seed shells and empty snack bags scattered all over the floor, every ashtray on the table was filled with cigarette butts, and the windows of the room were full of cigarette butts. Open it wide, and pour cold wind into it.

The only thing pleasing to the eye is a row of sofa chairs, covered in plush brown covers.

Chen Yang quickly cleaned up the trash on the table, then pulled a chair over and sat in front of the two of them, handing each of them a cigarette in a very polite manner.

Sun Fuzhou accepted it readily, but Liu Chenglin waved his hand and refused, and when he was about to ask him about Huang Xiaoshan, Sun Fuzhou spoke before him.

"Your lady boss said that you are on duty today, why are you outside?"

Luo Jun was stunned for a moment, and smiled: "Staying in the Internet cafe all day long is boring, so I went out to get some air."

Sun Fuzhou asked: "Go out when you want to go out, the work is very easy, how much do you earn a month?"

Chen Chen answered inexplicably, "Two, two thousand."

Sun Fuzhou followed closely and asked, "You only have this job? Do you have any other income?"

Chen Yang subconsciously shifted his gaze, lit a cigarette and said, "Yes, yes, can't you all find out?"

The income is two thousand a month, but when they saw Chen Yang downstairs, they had more than two thousand in their hands.Sun Fuzhou didn't ask any more questions, but gave Liu Chenglin a look, and then he leaned back on the soft chair, making a gesture that there was no problem.

Liu Chenglin understood what he meant, straightened his expression immediately, took out a photo from his arms, and put it in front of Luo Jun: "Do you know him?"

Huang Xiaoshan's one-inch ID photo was enlarged into a normal-sized photo, which was slightly distorted, but Luo Jun recognized this big brother who used to "get along day and night" at a glance.

Luo Jun nodded: "I know, Brother Huang Mao."

While observing his every move, Liu Chenglin put away Huang Xiaoshan's photo: "What is your relationship with him?"

"He is my master, we all follow him, he covers us..." Chen Yang felt something was wrong as he spoke, "Did something happen to Brother Huang Mao?"

"He was killed." Liu Chenglin said flatly, "When was the last time you met?"

When he first heard the news of Huang Mao's death, Chen Yang was obviously stunned for a moment, and then there was a long silence, as if he was remembering something.

After being silent, Chen Yang took out his mobile phone and clicked on the address book, silently counting the date in his heart: "I, we haven't contacted for two days, if you didn't tell me, I thought he was still in his hometown... It seems like the day before yesterday ...Just, on the night of the 23rd, we had a drink together, and we haven't seen each other since then."

Liu Chenglin wrote down these details: "Who are the people who drink?"

Chen Yang flicked the cigarette ash on the ground, and it seemed that his mood became more and more relaxed because of the tobacco: "Just Brother Huang Mao, me and Zhou Li, the three of us."

Liu Chenglin then asked: "Where did you drink it? What time and what time is it?"

Luo Jun said: "In the dark beer club, it's from nine o'clock to twelve o'clock."

This is already the second time that the dark beer club has appeared in this case.

Sun Fuzhou and Liu Chenglin exchanged glances quickly, and Liu Chenglin lowered his head and heavily circled the words "dark beer clubhouse" on the paper.

Sun Fuzhou, who had been quiet for a while, took over the task of talking again, and his eyes fell on Chen Yang's hands: "What's wrong with your hands?"

Chen Yang was flicking the cigarette ash, and with a shake of his hand, he flicked out the remaining half of the cigarette.

Seeing this, Luo Jun hurriedly ran over to stamp it out with his toes, and then kicked the cigarette butt to the corner. While walking back, he raised his hand and touched the top of his head, deliberately ignoring Sun Fuzhou's sight, and leaned over to touch the chair with his uninjured hand Sit down slowly: "It's nothing, I just accidentally fell."

Sun Fuzhou did not continue to question his injury: "Tell us about the day you were drinking in detail."

Luo Jun seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "Okay... At around nine o'clock that day, Brother Huang Mao called us and said that he had made some money and wanted to invite Zhou Li and me to drink, so we went there, just drinking and chatting, and then ten After one o'clock, we left, because I was on the night shift at 12:30."

Sun Fuzhou asked: "Did Huang Mao not be with you that day?"

Luo Jun shook his head: "No, we will meet directly at the back door of the dark beer club at night."

This kid speaks very measuredly, scribbled over what should not be said, and has ample alibi on the timeline.

Since they are doomed to get nothing, they don't want to continue wasting time on him.

When the two of them left the Internet cafe, it was already dark, and the lights outside were just coming on, the narrow path was filled with smoke from the kitchen stove, the lights of the small pawn shop were lit up with bright red and green lights, and the sound of the TV series melted into it. In the sound of hawking on the street.

Liu Chenglin sorted out the records, but saw Sun Fuzhou staring at the light board of the pawn shop in a daze: "I have to go back to the bureau, I have documents to ask Bureau Wu for approval, and the autopsy report will not be released until tomorrow at the earliest, so you should go back early today have a rest."

Sun Fuzhou gathered his clothes and hid his face: "Okay, tell me if you have any news, I'm off work."

Liu Chenglin glanced at him worriedly, and before leaving, he gave some instructions, but they were all about the details of the case.

Sun Fuzhou frowned and began to wave his hands to chase away people: "Gather at the door of the dark beer club tomorrow morning."

Finally driving away Liu Chenglin, Sun Fuzhou moved his stiff limbs, shoulders and neck a little, touched all the places on his body that could hold things with both hands, and finally found a red string jade Buddha in the pocket of his coat The pendant, the eyes of the Buddha statue are half-closed, with a compassionate smile.

Sun Fuzhou turned around and walked into the pawn shop, full of heat poured into his face, the shop had a small space for people to stand, and the back was blocked by a counter that was half the height of a person, and someone was buried in his meal.

Sun Fuzhou handed him the pendant: "Boss, can you help me find out how much this is worth?"

The man who was eating raised his head when he heard that there was a business, and while he was still chewing on the rice, he took the pendant with the hand holding the chopsticks, flipped it twice in his hand, and quoted the price: "One thousand and five."

"So low?" Sun Fuzhou put on a disbelieving expression, "I bought more than 3000."

The man seemed to have seen this kind of scene a lot, and put the pendant back on the counter: "Jade is just that price, it's not gold."

"Boss, in fact, I don't really want to sell, but I'm short of money now." Sun Fuzhou sat on the high stool and smiled, "Huang Mao asked me to come to you specially. Save face."

The man paused for a while, and then looked at him suspiciously: "Huang Mao... the Huang Xiaoshan upstairs?"

Sun Fuzhou nodded: "Ah, yes."

The man put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth: "Do you know him?"

Sun Fuzhou laughed and said, "I know you, why don't you know me?"

The man thought about it for a while, and finally heaved a sigh of relief: "That's not much, at most one thousand and eight, I'll keep things for you for two months."

Holding the Jade Buddha in hand, Sun Fuzhou hesitated, showing a hesitant look, obviously not satisfied with the price.

The man saw the clue, and felt upset, he didn't think the business would be successful, so he broke the jar: "If you don't like it, forget it, Huangmao asked you to come, so you can go to him, isn't he rich. "

This information was not included in Huang Xiaoshan's information, so he said decisively: "Get rich? Why don't I know."

His reaction made the man suspicious: "Don't you know about this? Do you really know him?"

"That's right." Sun Fuzhou thumped in his heart, and soon had an idea, propped up the stool and moved his sitting position, and said embarrassingly, "Huangmao asked me to come. I'm his cousin. I just came to the city. I'm born in a different place. Cooked……"

Fortunately, Sun Fuzhou was still wearing the coat he was on duty the night before. It was wrinkled and dusty, and his face was also wearing an indelible fatigue. This appearance was more than enough to pretend to be a poor relative, so the man dispelled his doubts.

Indeed, Huangmao's business would definitely not be told to a cousin...

"Since I didn't tell you, you shouldn't inquire about it." The man was stricter than he imagined, "I can't increase the money. If you don't want to sell it, forget it."

If you sell it, you will definitely not sell it.

Sun Fuzhou walked out of the pawn shop with the pendant in hand, the cold wind pouring down his sleeves and collar, only the Jade Buddha in his hand was still warm.

Sun Fuzhou dangled the pendant in front of his eyes, and immediately lost his face - he didn't expect that after two years, he would still be so worthless. Buddha put it back into his coat pocket, put his hands in his hands, and walked out of the path slowly.

As the night fell, the voices of people disappeared into the bustle, but the door of the dark beer club was closed tightly. Although the lights inside were brightly lit, it was extremely deserted because there was no one there.

The office on the top floor is also lit, and the quiet voice sounds like a mouse whispering in the hole in the wall, and you can only hear it when you get close.

The cold white light has no temperature, as cold as its owner.

A Dong stood in front of the table, poured the freshly boiled water into the glass teapot, and the tea leaves stretched and rolled with the water flow: "Brother Shen, I heard that the police went to look for Chen Yang, I don't know what they said, but the police should also come tomorrow Will come to the club."

Shen Yuan closed his eyes, and kneaded the space between his brows twice: "Then call out all the useful monitoring, and give it to the police comrades in person tomorrow."

A Dong asked hesitantly: "Brother Shen means... shall we open tomorrow?"

"Otherwise?" Shen Yuan looked at him, and said contemptuously, "How can the police comrades investigate the case if they are not open? How can we do business well if we do not investigate the case? Your salary is brought by the wind?"

A Dong was at a loss for words for a moment, so eloquent, so high-sounding, he spoke as if Shen Yuan was a good citizen who obeyed the law.

But he can't really say what he thinks in his heart, he can only put on a smile and nod in agreement.

Shen Yuan played with the empty teacup, and showed a rare smile, his eyes were stinging and kind: "Let's go when the tea is finished, Chen Yu will be here soon, you go back and tell the people over there, Chen Yu Shi's contract will be signed soon, let them... be quiet, go, be careful on the road."

A Dong suddenly lowered his head, suppressing his panic: "Got it."