Say goodbye

It's almost February, but the weather suddenly turned cold again. Ai Chaochao was wearing a school uniform shirt in the morning and was going to school to get his report card. When he came back, he could have a holiday, but as soon as he left the dormitory, his neck shrank from the cold. , Hastily went back to pick up the clothes.

On the day when the first final exam of the senior year actually started, Ai Chaochao was still very numb.Use the format of the questions in a neat and orderly manner in Chinese, use the format of the composition you have memorized in the English composition, and draw key words in political history and geography...

It is difficult for him to experience a sense of accomplishment or desire to conquer during the exam. He can only answer the questions he can answer well, and try his best to fabricate unreasonable answers for the questions he can't do. Ai Chaochao regards this as a task that cannot be fished. We can only bite the bullet and catch up with the progress.

When Xu Luoyang was doing the same selection as him, he said, "I'm a genius in science. Apart from selection, there is only selection, or selection."

Ai Chaochao thought, indeed, Xu Luoyang is a real genius in science, just like he is a real genius in painting.

Carrying his schoolbag and looking at the orange teaching building, Ai Chaochao always felt that he had broken into a strange place, surrounded by carefree students who were chatting and laughing, he just felt that they were here, more than him. People need to match more.

At this moment, he is surrounded by an inexplicable sense of emptiness, which is a kind of uncertainty about the future he has already determined in his heart.

Worrying is often his specialty.

Walking out of the school gate in embarrassment, Ai Chaochao was still a little confused, and walked forward slowly while kicking the stones on the road.

"So slow, I thought you were caught by the dean again!" Xu Luoyang's voice came from behind.

There was light snow falling in the evening sky, some snow fell on Xu Luoyang's cotton-padded jacket, under the illumination of the street lamps, each snowflake seemed very clear, Ai Chaochao turned his head: "Are you free to come and pick me up?"

Xu Luoyang walked up to Ai Chaochao very naturally, and replied, "Of course I'm free." Ai Chaochao thought, I think you are just wandering around with the excuse of picking up your brother from school.

The two walked together, following the flow of students after school, and walked towards the bus stop.

"By the way, did you have dinner in the school cafeteria?" Xu Luoyang asked.

"Eat." Actually Ai Chaochao didn't eat, but for some reason he habitually said he did.

"Why don't you make up for supper? I see that there are a lot of snack vendors near our dormitory building!" Xu Luoyang danced and almost hit a female student who came up behind him, and quickly bowed several times to apologize, so as not to cause public anger .

Ai Chaochao laughed at the side, confused, and said to Xu Luoyang: "It's okay to have supper, please treat me."

After getting off the bus, Ai Chaochao and Xu Luoyang had just taken two steps when they saw a person not far away waving to them.

It's Zhao Xun.

Damn, Ai Chaochao thought, why did Brother Xun come here.

"You can only treat me later for supper."

Xu Luoyang tilted his head towards Ai Chao, indicating that he knew.

"Don't be so scared, I'm not here to look for you two, just to talk to two trainees from Class B." Zhao Xun walked over, smiling innocently.

Xu Luoyang pestered Ai Chaochao, which meant that he could invite supper.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xun took two steps forward, turned back, and said to the two of them, "Why don't you hurry back, why are you freezing here?"

Ai Chaochao punched Xu Luoyang back, meaning that supper had to wait.

The lights in the dormitory have been turned off for 10 minutes, and Ai Chaochao still doesn't feel sleepy at all.

There are not many things to say about the recent things, but there are not many things to say. He always feels that Pingcheng, a calm, simple and slow city, hides some ulterior secrets.

Turning over twice, Ai Chaochao rubbed his head, got up gently, turned on the computer, and prepared to read the latest news from the two Tianping City Daily.

There was a message from 10 minutes ago in the mailbox of the computer, Ai Chaochao yawned, then clicked on the keyboard to read it, and was frightened by the content above, and yawned back in an instant.

"Yan Qing, the only daughter of Yan Hai, the former president of Pingcheng Daily. Yan Hai was the main news force in the crusade against the third deputy Qi Wen during the Mir incident, and died unexpectedly three years ago."

"Journalists who pay attention to the truth were deceived by lies at that time. Therefore, I hate journalists like Yan Hai."

"However, now that his daughter has gone with him, I will let go of this hatred for the time being."

"Ai Chaochao, go, the truth you want to see may be just ahead."

The subtle light from the computer screen reflected Ai Chaozhao's lazy face, Ai Chaozhao frowned, what does this person mean?

What does it mean to go together?President Yan Hai was pushed into Pinghai by someone with old grudges three years ago, leaving no bones left.

together... go?

The truth... lies ahead?

Ai Chaochao got up from the bed, quickly changed his clothes, put the computer in his schoolbag, picked up the schoolbag, and stroked the hair of Xu Luoyang who was awakened on the bed beside him, saying: "I'm afraid something will happen again, you Stay well, brother will come back as soon as he goes."

Xu Luoyang woke up in extreme sleepiness, stared wide-eyed at Ai Chaochao who was all dressed up in front of him, wanted to say something, but was only greeted by a rush of cold wind.

Pingcheng Daily newspaper.

Ai Chaochao knocked on the glass door in front of him. In the past, even at night, the neighborhood was still brightly lit, but now almost everyone is avoiding this newspaper office.

He knocked hard on the glass door again, but there was a deathly silence inside the building.

Pingcheng Provincial Public Security Bureau.

"Lu Yiyan, Lu Yiyan! Sister Yan Qing may have had an accident! I don't know where her home is! A stranger sent me an email!"

Lu Yiyan poured Ai Chaochao a cup of hot water, then stared at the emails in Ai Chaochao's computer, and the ugly singing of that brat who was a hacker genius echoed in his ears.

"...Is it really not a prank?"

"No! Absolutely not! I promise!"

Meeting Ai Chaochao's rare firm eyes, Lu Yiyan nodded, picked up the walkie-talkie on the table, and said to the inside: "Team [-], Team [-], stand by."

"Brother, just wait for me here, I will report to Bureau Ruan, and I will immediately go to Yan Qing's house to check on her safety."

Ai Chaochao obediently waited in Lu Yiyan's office, but he was restless.

He always felt that the more he investigated, the more people would be victimized, but if he didn't investigate, who would give them an unsinkable truth for the hundreds of lives buried in Pinghai in the past seven years?

Inserting his hands into his hair, Ai Chaochao was in a tangle.

Suddenly a soft call came from next to my ear: "Brother Chao Chao?"

Ai Chaochao looked up, it was Lu Yiyan's aura and pleasant face.

"Juan Ruan agreed that we went to Yan Qing's house to investigate, you... are in such a hurry, you can also follow along."

Ai Chaochao straightened his hair, let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Thank you."

Several police cars roared past and headed for the twilight zone.

The police car stopped at the entrance of a high-end residential area, Ai Chaozhao's gaze was distracted, and he exchanged a glance with Lu Yiyan, who was focusing on him in the rearview mirror, and they nodded to each other.

They all got out of the car quickly.

"Nine Buildings, No. 1102!"

A few little policemen rushed up first, Ai Chaochao and Lu Yiyan ran over from the elevator, Lu Yiyan said: "How is it, is there any response?"

"...No one responded, you can give an order."

Lu Yi said sharply: "Yes. Pry the door."

Standing behind Lu Yiyan, Ai Chaochao opened his mouth as he looked at the tall and straight figure of the man in police uniform in front of him.

It's really... weird to say something like prying the door out of the policeman's mouth.

The little policeman who broke the door looked very skilled, and within a minute or two, the door opened.

A ray of light from the outside shines in the corridor.

"Luzhu, the door is open."

Ai Chaochao's breathing was a little unsteady.

Sensing the strangeness of the people behind him, Lu Yiyan stretched out his hand, patted Ai Chaochao's shoulder, and then walked into Yan Qing's house.

Ai Chaochao paused, but mustered up the courage to follow.

There was no sign of Yan Qing in the huge living room, Lu Yiyan had already headed towards the bedroom, knocked on the closed bedroom door, then opened the bedroom door defensively, and then froze slightly.

Seeing this, Ai Chaochao also ran forward and stopped behind Lu Yiyan.

Beside the bed in Yan Qing's bedroom was a box of sleeping pills scattered on the floor.

On the bed was a girl lying quietly.

Ai Chaochao stepped forward, knelt down, picked up the box of medicine, turned to look at Lu Yiyan, bit his lips and said, "She...she..."

Lu Yiyan also knelt down and patted Ai Chaochao's head.

He didn't speak, and then bowed to Yan Qing, who was dressed neatly on the bed in the bedroom, his face was pale, and his eyes were tightly closed, and said: "I'm offended."

Lu Yiyan stretched out a finger, carefully probed Yan Qing's breath, frowned, and pressed his index finger to Yan Qing's neck.

A second or two later, Lu Yiyan stretched his fingers back, and with a knowing gesture on his face, he bowed to Yan Qing again.

Then he turned his head, and said to Ai Chaochao, who was squatting on the ground in a daze while holding a medicine bottle, "He has passed away, my brother...sorry."

"...What? But she hasn't issued a statement yet! How, how could she... commit suicide!" Ai Chaochao gritted his teeth and raised his voice to reply.

Lu Yiyan didn't speak, but Ai Chaochao pulled it up, snatched the medicine bottle from Ai Chaochao's hand, and put it back in front of Yan Qing's bed.

Afterwards, he pulled Ai Chaochao out of the bedroom, and said calmly: "I will send someone to inform Yan Qing's other relatives of this news, and now the specific situation needs to be formally examined by the forensic doctor, so I can only judge. Possibly suicide."

"Okay, Brother Chaochao, you can go back first, and we will leave the rest to our police. Please also pay attention to the sender of the mysterious email at all times, and don't startle the snake. Remember, don't startle the snake with the grass. Thanks a lot."

After Lu Yiyan finished speaking calmly, he bowed slightly to Ai Chaochao.

"You're so calm... Just now, I was rude when I yelled at you." Ai Chaochao bit his lip and replied softly.

"It doesn't matter." Lu Yiyan smiled at Ai Zhaozhao, his almond eyes curved slightly.

Looking at Lu Yiyan's expression, Ai Chaochao suddenly had an illusion, as if he and Lu Yiyan were just talking about how nice the weather is today.

Chong Lu nodded his head, and Ai Chao Zhao said sincerely: "Thank you too."

Then slowly walked out of the room.

"Sure enough, he's still a child." Lu Yiyan watched Ai Chaochao's back go away, and whispered.

The author has something to say: Newsman Yan Qing, go offline.

With the intensive death timeline in the past two months, Ai Chaochao has been emotionally unstable several times.

Well, Mr. Chao Chao hold on!

(Is the supporting role of the chief knife not very good... But will the protagonist of the knife be scolded?

The stupid author raises Ai Chaochao as a child, so he is not willing to give up the knife. This article is a way to heal the wind of sand carving (always keep in mind the original intention jpg.)

Although on the surface he is poor and unrecruitable, Ai Chaochao is actually a very gentle and kind person, a rare good person.

Good people are the treasures of the world, and there are very few good people, if you miss them, you won’t have them.