My nemesis brother looks at me very strangely

Liu Zhenghong was so dizzy by his words that he woke up and fainted again, he raised his hand to stop him slightly, and he said solemnly:

"Although what you said is reasonable, these are all your own guesses. The evidence we have now is that there are indeed Jiang Beiyu's fingerprints on the fruit knife that Tong killed Zheng Yizheng, and the surveillance at the door also shows that He was the only one who got out from here after Zheng Yizheng's death, Xiaojia, the police are very particular about the facts when handling cases."

Ning Nanjia didn't speak anymore, his jaw line was tense and slightly lonely, but there was inexplicable persistence and stubbornness in his eyes. He looked at Liu Zhenghong, and repeated in a low voice with a stubborn expression,

"Jiang Beiyu didn't kill anyone, he won't, Uncle Liu, trust me."

Liu Zhenghong's heart softened when he called "Uncle Liu", and his memory seemed to follow Ning Nanjia's stubborn expression in front of him and returned to more than ten years ago. Ning Nanjia, who was only nine years old, stood alone at the door of the morgue. The back figure said to him thinly,

Uncle policeman, my parents are not dead, don't tell me to go in and identify the dead bodies, they are not dead.

His expression softened a little, Liu Zhenghong slowed down his voice, and responded to him with a little reassurance,

"Xiaojia, if you insist that your classmate did not kill anyone, then please help find him. As long as he is innocent, Uncle Liu will definitely help him."

Because of the excitement, Ning Nanjia's jaw line was tense to the extreme, as if it would break if he touched it lightly. Looking at Liu Zhenghong's eyes full of soothing emotions, his Adam's apple was throbbing, and it took a long time for him to answer in a hoarse voice. He said, "Thank you, Uncle Liu."

When Meng Haiyang came down from upstairs, he happened to see Ning Nanjia's figure leaving. After watching the person go down the steps with his own eyes, he went up to Liu Zhenghong and asked,

"Captain Liu, do you know that little bastard?"

Liu Zhenghong was searching for evidence, and when he heard the words, he was distracted and replied, "Well, the first case I transferred to D City was the car accident case of his parents."

Ning Nanjia's parents were involved in a car accident in City C. When the body was transported back to City D, they were already dead. Song Zhiwei and Ning Fuyuan were both admitted to the hospital in a bad state of mind. Ning Nanjia came to identify the corpse, which was somewhat cruel for a nine-year-old child.

The past is like dust, and when I recall it now, it seems like it happened yesterday. Later, perhaps out of guilt or distress, Liu Zhenghong would occasionally visit Ning Nanjia during the holidays.

Just as he was recalling, Meng Haiyang's indignant voice came from his ear,

"Liu Dui, that little bastard is not a fuel-efficient lamp at first glance. Didn't you see how hard he pinched me just now, and my arm was about to be broken by him. There is really no one who is reassuring in today's children. I don’t know if it will be more difficult to manage when I leave the society.”

After finishing the things under his hands and handing them over to the people around him, Liu Zhenghong got up and glanced at him, his calm voice was full of maintenance,

"He's a good candidate in my eyes. You have to bear with me if he is broken. You can't even beat a sixteen or seventeen-year-old child. You still want to sue someone for assaulting the police. You are not afraid of being laughed at when you say it. "

Meng Haiyang's face flushed red, and he lowered his head in shame.

After coming out of the Zheng mansion, Ning Nanjia went to the school again and searched all the places he thought Jiang Beiyu would go, but found nothing. It was almost late at night when he returned to Jiangshuiwu exhausted.

He had beaten the phone until it ran out of power and turned it off. He had just taken the charger and plugged it in when Song Zhiwei came up with a cardboard box in his arms.

"There is a courier from the same city in the afternoon, it's for you."

Maybe it was sent by Jiang Beiyu.

Once this cognition was formed, Ning Nanjia eagerly snatched the courier from Song Zhiwei's hand, and when he opened it, the light in his eyes went out instantly.

What was lying in the box was nothing but the mobile phone he had left in the taxi.

Finding something lost is the happiest thing, but Ning Nanjia is not happy at all now, because Jiang Beiyu's whereabouts are still unknown and there is no news at all.

Seeing the little grandson's distraught look, Song Zhiwei couldn't help feeling a little worried,

"At noon, your class teacher called and said that you didn't go to school in the afternoon. Grandma believes that you have a sense of proportion. If anything happens, you must tell us, you know?"

Looking at Song Zhiwei's caring and kind eyes, the hard and forbearing armor on her body suddenly cracked with a shallow mark. Ning Nanjia's eyes were slightly red, she raised her hand to cover her eyes, and said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Grandma, Jiang Beiyu is gone, I can't find him."

Song Zhiwei didn't know what happened, but Ning Nanjia seldom showed such a weak and panicked look, for a while, she could only lower her voice to comfort him,

"Why did you disappear? Did you run out for fun? Or did you have a conflict with your family?"

She didn't know much about Jiang Beiyu, she just knew that the child had a bad relationship with the family, so she judged that Jiang Beiyu might have another conflict with the family and ran away from home.

The nasty things of adults always make innocent children suffer, so she can't help but feel a little bit worried,

"Do you want me and Lao Ning to help you go out and look for it?"

Restraining and suppressing the uncomfortable emotions accumulated in his eyes, Ning Nanjia took a deep breath. When he put down his hands, the emotions in his eyes had eased a lot. Looking at Song Zhiwei's anxious look, he said:

"It's okay, I can find it myself, grandma, go back to bed early, it's getting late."

Seeing that he insisted on not saying anything, Song Zhiwei had no choice but to sigh helplessly, and said softly,

"Then don't worry too much, you are just a child."

Ning Nanjia gave a somewhat absent-minded "hmm".

Before leaving, Song Zhiwei suddenly had a strange feeling in her heart. She always felt that Ning Nanjia was too concerned about Jiang Beiyu's affairs, and some vague thoughts were about to come out. Before she had time to think about it, Ning Fuyuan call her.

Not long after Song Zhiwei left, Ning Weitong came, biting a lollipop, lowering his head and playing with his phone while saying:

"Brother, lend me some money."

With a headache, Ning Nanjia asked wearily, "How much?"

Ning Weitong thought for a while, "You can lend me as much as you have, and I will lend it to others."

Without asking too much, Ning Nanjia took out a bank card from the drawer and handed it to her, "The password is our birthday, and my lucky money for so many years is in it, you can take it."

Ning Weitong gave a vague "hmm" and left with his bank card.

After a while, Ning Nanjia suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked who Ning Weitong was lending so much money to, and if he knew some bad guy who was cheated out of the money, so he quickly straightened up and chased him out.

The light cast a small piece of faint light and shadow on the floor, Ning Weitong's door was ajar and not closed, Ning Nanjia had just walked to the door when she heard her talking on the phone with someone inside,

"I'll give you the bank card tomorrow. My brother has saved the New Year's money for so long, and it's estimated to be nearly [-]. Jiang Yi, do you want to return it early, you know? That's my brother's wife Ben..."

Ning Weitong was startled when there was a sudden movement at the door, and when he turned around, he saw Ning Nanjia with a sullen expression and a cold face.

The lollipop in her mouth fell to the ground in surprise, and before she could speak, the phone was snatched by Ning Nanjia.

Jiang Yi on the other end didn't know what happened. He just opened his mouth and said yes, when he heard Ning Nanjia's deep, angry voice come over.

"Jiang Yi, you bastard, cheating on sex and money, can you be more shameless?"

Ning Nanjia really had the urge to crawl along the network cable and tear Jiang Yi into pieces. How could anyone be so shameless?

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yi over there seemed to be angry and wanted to attack him. Suddenly, it seemed that someone had taken the phone away, and his voice suddenly became blurred, and it was difficult to distinguish words.

"Hey, Jiang Beiyu..."

The call was cut off, and Ning Nanjia was sure that he really heard Jiang Yi call Jiang Beiyu, it was not an illusion, and when he called back, Jiang Yi's phone had been turned off.

Trying his best to suppress the excitement and bitter emotions surging in his heart, Ning Nanjia's fingertips holding the phone trembled slightly. When he handed the phone back to Ning Weitong, he asked calmly,

"Why does Jiang Yi ask you to borrow so much money?"

Ning Weitong was ready to accept his furious questioning and scolding, but when he heard such a kind question, he was slightly taken aback, and then murmured with some reservations:

"He didn't say anything, it seems that there is something urgent that needs a lot of money."

Ning Nanjia didn't ask any more questions, and didn't even ask for a bank card. She closed her eyes and left.

Early the next morning, Ning Nanjia first went to the police station to find Liu Zhenghong, and finally found out about the progress of Zheng Yizheng's case. Judging from the current evidence, Zheng Yizheng was stabbed twice in the body, one in the palm of his hand. The knife was on the chest, and the fatal wound was the knife on the chest.

There was no surveillance in the house, but the surveillance outside the door showed that Jiang Beiyu ran out shortly after Zhong Hourong left, and then went out all the way until the whole person disappeared within the range of the surveillance.

Ning Nanjia felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong for a while. After leaving the police station, he went to No. [-] Middle School and stood by the flower bed at the corner of the school gate, waiting from morning to afternoon, sitting If you are tired, you will stand and wait, and if you are tired, you will squat and wait until Jiang Yi appears at the school gate.

He sipped his slightly chapped mouth that hadn't dripped water all day, and quietly followed behind him.

The sky was getting dark, and the clouds were about to come, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

Ning Nanjia just followed Jiang Yi through the long streets and narrow alleys, saw him buy some food on the way, walked all the way into a dilapidated residential area, and then stopped at the door of an old house, took the He took out the key and opened it.

[The author has something to say]: Ning Nanjia: It's so sad, my wife is only so small, I can't marry a wife.

Jiang Beiyu: To marry me, not only will I not ask for money, but I will also give you a lot of dowry gifts.