Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

As soon as the hot water was poured into the instant soup, the dried egg flower and dried seaweed rolled and spread out, slowly stretching in the plastic bowl.

Jiang Song put down the kettle and picked up the tablet on one side, "Well, you continue to say, what happened to the video content?"

In the picture of the online meeting, He Yilan had a serious expression, "The video was encrypted multiple times, and it was compressed before uploading, and there were serious frame drops and missing frames."

"Does that mean it can't be seen?" Jiang Song stirred the instant soup with a disposable fork, and took a sip from the tip of the fork.

"Yes, but not entirely." He Yilan was a little frustrated, "The person who uploaded the video should have removed most of the frames in the video for fear of leaking, leaving only some discrete images."

Jiang Song was a little confused, "But if someone wanted to delete this video in the first place, why did they keep these few pictures as excuses?"

"The reason is very simple." He Yilan has seen many such "imprints" when he was on the black website. "It may be that the person who erased this surveillance video was entrusted by others, but if this kind of transaction is purely monetary Yes, there is a potential risk of extinction for the employed. Just like keeping the stub of the invoice, it prevents the employer from crossing the river and demolishing the bridge."

"Then is it impossible to restore the original video now?" Jiang Song took a deep breath and slowly released it.

"I can find out what exists, but the extracted frame of this video may not be on the Internet." He Yilan cut the screen to the video, "Look, your father appeared in this shot."

Although he is already in his seventies, Jiang Zhengguo's figure is not stooped at all.

His back was straight, and he was straightening his tie when someone greeted him next to him.

He had a smile on his face and seemed to be in a good mood.

The screen jumps.

Jiang Zhengguo waited by the elevator for a while, then raised his hand and looked at his watch.

The screen changes again.

There is a man in a gray hoodie standing with his back to the camera.

Jiang Zhengguo's expression became a little more serious, but he wasn't too displeased.

The field of view of the monitoring just includes the elevator and the roof door.

In the next screen, both of them are gone.

Jiang Song remembered that day very clearly.

Before Jiang Zhengguo went out in the morning, he also told the cooking aunt at home to cook more vegetarian dishes, because Jiang Song got angry a little in the past two days, and a small blister appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He probably also knew why Jiang Zhengguo was happy.

That day Jiang Song took Gu Changzhen to an auction.

He fell in love with a picture of shrimp, and wanted to give it to Jiang Zhengguo as a birthday present, determined to win it.

As a result, someone kept yelling at him.

Jiang Song was a bit over the top, and he added integers to how many calls the other party yelled.

Gu Changxi didn't stop them at all, and in the end they almost swept the audience like top prodigal sons.

After winning, Jiang Song was in a good mood and wanted to buy an ice cream to celebrate.

But Gu Changxi refused.

The two of them choked up in front of the ice cream truck, which was even more cool than at the auction.

"Can't I take a bite?"

"You always say you only eat one bite, and you take it and run away after you buy it."

In the end, Jiang Song didn't twist Gu Changzhen, and got angry on the side of the road with a cup of hot soy milk with added sugar.

The little bastard didn't get involved with the asking price of tens of millions just now, but now he wants to spend 20 yuan to buy a double-ball cone. Gu Changxi has a problem.

He had a habit back then.

Whenever I feel unhappy with Gu Changxi, I send Jiang Zhengguo a short message.

Not to complain, but to praise Gu Changxi for this and that.

He felt that if he talked more about Gu Changzhen's advantages, he would be less angry with him.

Such a perfect child, who would be willing to be angry with him?

So that day Jiang Song told Jiang Zhengguo how Gu Changxi had behaved well in school recently, and that he was taller than other children.

Jiang Zhengguo also returned him a laughing emoji.

【Already graduated from high school, or a child? 】

Jiang Song squatted on the curb and laughed, feeling much better.

[Then you said I was a child when I was in high school? 】

Jiang Zhengguo replied to him again: [Can it be the same?To me, you will always be a child. 】

Jiang Song felt warm in his heart.

【Then I am your little friend, and he is my little friend. 】

Jiang Zhengguo returned a "really poor" to him.

Jiang Song looked at the brocade box in Gu Changzhen's hand, and sent another one.

【Dad, I have a surprise for you. 】

Then Jiang Zhengguo never returned to him.

Jiang Song didn't notice anything unusual at the time, because Jiang Zhengguo was busy with so many things in a day, and it was impossible to reply every message in seconds.

Until the police call.

Jiang Song withdrew from his emotions and asked He Yilan: "Does this mean that someone was actually with my father when the incident happened?"

"It can only be said that we can infer this." He Yilan said: "The time of this video happened more than half an hour before the accident. Your father went up to the rooftop together."

"But if the gray suit is innocent, then there is no need to eliminate this video, is there?" Jiang Song asked.

Besides, this is just a part of the video.

"Indeed, from the end of this video to the time of the incident, your father never took the elevator, that is, he was on the roof during this period." He Yilan said in a light tone, "Your father has shown any tendency to commit suicide ?"

"No." Jiang Song was sure.

"Then we can indeed use this video to rule out the possibility of suicide." He Yilan thought about his words, "It's just that subjective opinions cannot help this video become a necessary and sufficient condition for homicide, and the person in gray clothes in the video did not show his face. It's also very difficult for us to charge specific people."

"I see." Jiang Song crossed his fingers and put them lightly on his lower abdomen, "And I asked you to check the Wu family's student loan project eight years ago. How is the progress?"

He Yilan changed the meeting screen and gave a table, "This part of the data has obvious traces of artificial modification, but after I performed machine learning on the partial data, I discovered several rules."

"Huh?" Jiang Song tilted his head to listen.

"First of all, the main targets of this project's loans are young people between the ages of 22 and 25, which means that the proportion of graduate students is very high."

He Yilan clicked on a pie chart, "Secondly, among all loan officers, the ratio of men to women is similar. But the age of men is arranged pseudo-randomly."

"Does it mean that the boys' data may be fabricated?" Jiang Song interjected.

"It's very likely." He Yilan continued, "And the single loan amount of girls is far more than that of boys. This difference is three times higher than the average difference in consumption levels between men and women."

"Perhaps this is the reason why the on-time repayment rate of girls is less than 30.00%."

Jiang Song's gaze sank, "30.00%?"

"Yes, the amount of money borrowed by these girls is mainly distributed between 3 and [-] yuan, but very few of them can repay it within one year." He Yilan gave him a meaningful look, "Finally, this Among the participants of the project, many have entertainment/industry under their names.”

"You mean the nightclub category?" Jiang Song narrowed his eyes.

He remembered that Jiang Zhengguo had mentioned it to him.

The Wu family's property is not so clean, and they always think of some wild ways to speculate.

At that time, some campus organizations contacted Jiang Zhengguo, hoping to get sponsorship support for student loans.

Jiang Zhengguo asked people to inspect the market, and immediately confirmed that there were almost no bonuses, and it was basically tantamount to pure charity.

And unlike concentrated donations to impoverished areas, this kind of piecemeal deal with students is prone to mistakes.

Public opinion is always oriented toward the disadvantaged groups, and a little carelessness is thankless.

Jiang Song still remembers that his father's attitude at the beginning was not clear, and he tended to deal with it coldly.

But when Jiang Zhengguo talked about this at home, Jiang Song was a little moved, "Isn't this a good thing? Or give me some practice?"

He knew that Jiang Zhengguo wanted him to inherit the company, and he had passed the stage of confronting his father, so he might as well make the old man happy.

Jiang Zhengguo nodded his forehead, "You, this is a business, and you have to calculate the cost and return. And this project is very difficult, not suitable for novices."

At that time, Jiang Song was soft-hearted and young, had never experienced beatings in the world, and felt that if Gu Changxi hadn't met him, someone might need someone to help him like this.

He grinded for a few days, and Jiang Zhengguo said he would think about it.

When Jiang Zhengguo began to formally contact the school, Jiang Song was very happy.

Wu Qingshan came to his house frequently during that time, and even Wu Yali, who didn't show up much, even came to his house for a meal with Jiang Zhengzhong.

Originally, Jiang Song was only in contact with Wu Qingshan, so he didn't have a good impression of the uncle and his wife.

As soon as the Wu family came, he took Gu Changxi out to play.

He could feel that Jiang Zhengguo didn't want him to get in touch with the Wu family more, and he never discouraged him from avoiding seeing him.

"This project was terminated six years ago, and the contact information of all lenders was brutally deleted." He Yilan speculated: "Something must have happened to make them withdraw the project in a hurry."

The old and new clues are connected little by little, and the truth of the year is gradually approaching.

The soup in Jiang Song's hand was getting cold.

"I see." He pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, "Continue to pay attention, and let me know any clues at any time."

Turning off the conference call, Jiang Song held the glass of cold dinner.

He wanted to concentrate on analyzing the information that He Yilan brought him today.

But I can't help but think that if he didn't let his father take over that project back then, wouldn't things happen later?

Without the protective umbrella of the past, Jiang Song has been in this circle for many years. He knows that Vanity Fair is complicated, and maybe one who is not careful will bump into someone else's cake.

But back then he didn't know.

Perhaps it was this "not knowing" that made everyone pay the price.

The cold instant soup has no taste at all, and even the taste of salt is so weak that it is disgusting.

Jiang Song took out a Bowmore from the wine cabinet and poured it into a glass.

The unchilled whiskey was choking and bitter, and he gasped to ease the acrid taste in his mouth.

Xing Ce opened the door and came in at this time.

Seeing the cup in his hand, Xing Ce snatched it away, "Are you crazy?"

"Just took a sip, don't exaggerate." Jiang Song smiled at him, "New Year's Eve is coming soon, why are you here?"

"Yes, you are sick!" Xing Ce changed hands and poured the wine into the sink, "What kind of body are you, do you have a fart? It's okay to smoke, and the wine doesn't leave behind? No one cares about you, right? no?"

After speaking, he was stunned as if he remembered something, "Where is the surname Gu? You two, the 502 on your body finally disintegrated?"

With Xing Ce making noises by his side, Jiang Song felt a little more relaxed, "Oh, when he was around, you knew he was an upstart in the business circle with a lot of business, but now that he's not around, you have to ask where he went."

Xing Ce felt that he was a little depressed, so he moved a chair and sat down beside him, "That boy Xiao He really talked, he just sent me a message saying that you may be depressed, let me come and have a look."

"Children are talking nonsense." Jiang Song was a little tired, leaning on the chair idly.

"He also told me that you are working on it. The cat in the office has been there for two days. Is it true?" Xing Ce looked at the soup left on his table, "You, will you eat this during the Chinese New Year?"

"Didn't you follow up the progress of the evidence with He Yilan yesterday and today? I don't have time to go home." Jiang Song was about to be vague.

Xing Ce looked at him suspiciously, "Is Gu Changxi messed up? He's occupying your house, won't you let him go back?"

"No, he went back to his house." Jiang Song rubbed his forehead tiredly, "I let him go back."

Xing Ce didn't understand even more, "Didn't you hit him before? You let him go, and he just left obediently?"

Jiang Song remembered the way he looked at himself when he asked Gu Changzhen to move out the night before, not knowing what kind of mood he was in.

He was busy with things all day long, didn't eat much, and was a little sleepy, "Yes, I let him go, so he will go."

At that time, Gu Changxi was so calm that he was surprised. He almost didn't say anything, didn't take anything, he didn't even put on his coat, and went straight out of Jiang Song's house.

In fact, Jiang Song prepared some reasons at the time, and if Gu Changxi asked him why, he would have something to prevaricate.

Even if Gu Changxi asks him to pay back the money immediately, he has already thought of an excuse to get the company back.

But Gu Changzhen didn't ask anything, and didn't say anything.

All these things were piled on Jiang Song, and he was a little out of breath.

He really didn't want to think about Gu Changxi.

He didn't want to think about what he would do if Gu Changxi no longer had affection for him.

Because he couldn't think of any solution at all.

He would rather let him down briefly.

But Gu Changxi is not Yu Youxi or Chen Beibei, let alone He Yilan.

It's not someone Jiang Song can simply reject with a few words.

Even if the two of them were not wearing anything, even if Gu Changzhen stretched out his hand to control him, Jiang Song would not think of Gu Changzhen in that direction.

But Gu Changzhen insisted on holding his torn paper with red handprints in his pocket, and pressed the tip of his tongue against his lips.

Jiang Song can also be lucky: Gu Changxi is just messing around, and can't tell the difference between dependence and love.

But he didn't dare to bet against Gu Changzhen, because if he lost, he wouldn't have to pay at all.

He knew that there would be no eggs left under the nest, so he would rather let Gu Changxi hate him than forcefully send him away.

If Gu Changxi still wanted to make a big fight on him after going around for a while, then what did he let him avoid in the first place?

Thinking about it, he couldn't help touching the cigarette case again.

Xing Ce saw that his face was okay, but he was mentally weak, so he hesitated and asked, "Are you having a conflict with Gu Changzhen?"

Jiang Song took a drag on his cigarette, smiled and shook his head, "How old am I, and I still have conflicts with him?"

"Let's talk," Xing Ce comforted him, "He's crazy, he's crazy, you hide, hide from him, I have no objection at all. But you don't want to get angry with him, get angry, or hurt your body."

"He's not crazy, it's just that younger people are more courageous." Jiang Song leaned back on his chair and slowly blew smoke rings into the air.

Take it easy.

It's better to be cruel now than to hurt him later.

"Okay, don't waste your time here, Xiaohe is enough, you have worked hard enough." Xing Ce pulled him up from the chair, "You squatting in the office all day, I will not even have a good time."

Jiang Song thought so too.

He Yilan worked diligently at work during the day, and dug evidence for him like an old scalper when he returned home at night, which was really hard work.

Chinese New Year is coming soon, Jiang Song first transferred [-] red envelopes to He Yilan, cheered up and looked at Xing Ce, "Come on, let's go downstairs together, I'll take a taxi and go home."

"Why are you going back home? You still plan to grow old by yourself, New Year's Eve?" Xing Ce held his arm, "My mother said, if I don't take you back today, I won't, don't even think about entering the house. "

In fact, Jiang Song didn't really want to go back to his home.

Before Gu Changxi came, he was used to living alone for several years.When I was hungry, I made instant noodles and drank mineral water when I was thirsty. When I got home at night and the lights couldn’t be turned on, I took a shower and went to sleep.

If there are still some things from the past, why is there no home?It's just a house.

After Gu Changxi came, although he was just a cold bastard, he made the family a lot more popular.

It is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

When he thought that there would be no lights on after returning home, he readily agreed to Xing Ce, "I'll go to your house to make dumplings!"

"Come on, you!" Xing Ce obviously looked down on him, "You can take care of the child at ease! Our family doesn't have one, and no one likes to drink a piece of soup."

As the Spring Festival approached, the street became deserted, and there was no one in sight for a long time.

Xing Ce's car was broadcasting a real-time report, "...the New Year is approaching, and criminals are rampant. Please pay attention to personal and property safety. At [-] o'clock this evening, the police received a report that a malicious injury occurred near Chunshan Street The injured person is Gu Changxi, a well-known young entrepreneur. The injured person has fled after the injury, and the police are searching for it with all their strength..."

Xing Ce immediately looked at Jiang Song, and found that his hand on his knee was clenched tightly, and a layer of veins stretched out on the back of his pale hand.

"Don't worry, don't worry," Xing Ce leaned the car on the side of the road, "I'll call, call and ask, which hospital are you in? Don't worry, first, no, the injury may not be serious."

Xing Ce explained quickly on the phone, but Jiang Song couldn't hear clearly, only felt tinnitus intermittently.

It was like howling from a microphone, which gave him a headache.

"It's time to ask!" Xing Ce quickly hung up the phone, "The hospital is not far away, don't worry, don't worry, your body..."

"Can we go there now?" Jiang Song clenched his fists, as if trying to hold himself together with all his might.

"Go right away, right now, right now." Xing Ce started the car, "We'll be there within 10 minutes!"

"10 minutes" is like a belief with a deadline.

Jiang Song stared at the electronic clock next to the dashboard.

In this way, he can be sure that it is time itself that is passing slowly, not Xing Ce's slow driving.

He tried his best not to think about it.

If there is something good or bad about Gu Changxi, then the last thing I said to him would be "I think it's not convenient for you to live in my house".

The hospital is here.

Jiang Song got out of the car and started running, Xing Ce chased after him all the way.

At the end of the year, there were a lot of people in the hospital, and the corridors were full of people coming to the emergency department.

"Where is Gu Changxi? He sent the first aid here." Jiang Song ran to the information desk and asked out of breath.

"Are you his family member?" The nurse at the information desk inquired. "Really, why did you come here now? Everyone has been waiting in the recovery room for a long time."

This sentence gave Jiang Song half a reassurance.

He calmed down a little, "Has no one been here? How is he doing?"

Secretary Zhou didn't come either?

"The record says it was a sharp weapon injury with a deep wound, but it was only a superficial injury. The main problem was rapid blood loss." The nurse looked at his sweaty head, "but he is out of danger. The patient is in good health and can recover tonight." Discharged."

Hearing that there was no danger, Jiang Song's heart relaxed and he almost knelt on the ground.

"Hey!" Xing Ce grabbed him quickly, "What are you doing in such a hurry!"

The nurse also stood up from her seat, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay," Jiang Song rubbed his face, "I just didn't stand firmly."

He took a wet wipe from the nurse and wiped his face.

All the way to the door of the recovery room, Jiang Song didn't let Xing Ce in, "You wait at the door for a while."

The recovery room is single.

Gu Changxi was sitting by the bed, one arm was bandaged, and there was almost no blood on the pinnae.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up at Jiang Song, his voice was low and hoarse, "What are you doing here?"

Jiang Song was silent, looking down at him for a while.

"Slap!" The crisp slap was especially loud in the quiet room.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-09-1019:40:30~2021-09-1119:52:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Gaga Rabbit, Xing Xinger, and Tanhen 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Mr. Fei's 40 bottles of glasses legs; Tang Shu. 20 bottles; 2 bottles of Ruirui who love to learn;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?