my sick white moonlight

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Zhang Youming immediately rejected Shi Zhiqing, saying that he hadn't considered it.

This time Shi Zhiqing was not angry, and closed the door with an "oh", he couldn't understand why Zhang Youming didn't appreciate it, he was not at all tempted by such a good thing.

Shi Zhiqing introduced the latter house to Guo Li. Guo Li had saved a lot of money in the past few years, and with some money from his parents, he took the house with all the money. Shi Zhiqing ate a meal, but that's all for later.

Having said that, Shi Zhiqing was busy handing over the house to Guo Li in the past few days, so he forgot about Nian Xing, or rather, he didn't pay much attention to it. With so many things to do, he felt that this one was not bad.

If you can solve it, solve it, if you can't solve it, don't take it too seriously, it will be very tiring, just like he often has patients who are not treated well, and many of those diseases are beyond cognition.

But Zhang Youming took heart. Compared with the living, he also hoped that every dead person would have a good home.

But how could there be so many good things in this world, Xie Ruocong hadn't figured out why, and was informed that his shop would be closed for a few days.

An unknown female corpse was found in the sewer in front of the shop. It was highly decomposed. Apart from the white bones that made the scalp tingle, there was also a dark blue vintage dress that remained.

When the construction team found out, both Zhang Youming and Wang Xiazi were there, but after Zhang Youming glanced at it, he felt nauseated. What kind of tribulation?

Blind Wang stood aside, tugging at Zhang Youming's sleeve, trying to get him to describe it, Zhang Youming stared at the long skirt, and said to Blind Wang, "Being blind is pretty good."

Without guarding the shop, Zhang Youming has more time to learn about Xie Ruocong.

Shi Zhiqing was on the night shift that night, and called Zhang Youming to say that he wanted to eat the rice rolls opposite the shop. Zhang Youming stood on the side of the street and thought for a minute before deciding to buy him a copy and send it away. Zhang Youming sat on a pink chair at the sausage roll stand, watching the busy workers across the street.

The identity of the unnamed female corpse has not yet been determined.

"What kind of outrageous things are you doing? It's making it difficult for us to do business." The boss who bought rice rolls handed the packaged bag to Zhang Youming, and looked at the other side.

Since the discovery of the female body yesterday, the flow of people here has obviously decreased a lot.

Zhang Youming didn't speak, his attention was attracted by the car parked not far away, isn't that the pickup truck of Xie Ruocong?However, within a minute, before Zhang Youming could think clearly, he saw Xie Ruo coming out of the self-service cash withdrawal office next to him with cash in his hand. Maybe because he was a little anxious, he bumped into someone.

The person who was bumped into probably knew Xie Ruocong, the two did not quarrel, on the contrary they chatted politely.

Zhang Youming stared intently, the rice rolls in the box burned his fingers, he might put Shi Zhiqing pigeons in again.

Xie Ruocong left after talking with the man for a few minutes, and the man stood there for a while, not knowing what he was waiting for.

"Hi, hello." Zhang Youming ran through a red light, and when he got across the street, the man was about to leave.

The man looked puzzled, looked Zhang Youming up and down, and then said with a smile: "Hi, is there anything I can help you with?"

"I just saw you and Xie Ruocong talking together across the street, I mean, do you two know each other?"

Zhang Youming seemed to feel that it was strange to ask such a straightforward question, and he added: "That's right, I like his illustrations very much."

As soon as Zhang Youming finished speaking, the man laughed, his face was full of disdain, which may be the reason for his fat, the flesh on his cheeks was piled up.

"I know you. I'm his elementary school classmate. I never expected that a pheasant could become an illustrator after climbing a wild phoenix. I really didn't expect." While expressing his disdain, the man also seemed to show a hint of envy. "Oh, you're his fan, sorry."

Zhang Youming deliberately showed a puzzled look, like an enthusiastic fan questioning the words of a black fan.

Seeing the curiosity written on Zhang Youming's face, the man became even more interested.

Middle-aged men seem to have a strange desire to share, and they can always talk about other people's scandals in order to be complacent.

"It's normal that you fans don't know, the characters are all packaged." The man said triumphantly.

As he spoke, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, looked around and found that there was no public smoking area nearby, and put the cigarettes back into his trouser pocket. "Rely on my wife, how many people read those paintings of his, spent money to publish them, bought traffic, and they naturally picked them up. He is also cruel. After he came to the door, his old parents didn't care about them in his hometown. Tsk tsk, his wife didn't know either. What is it about him?"

"His parents are still in their hometown?" Zhang Youming asked, which was different from what Xie Ruocong said.

"That happened a few years ago, and he's gone a long time ago. It's not filial to have such an only son." The man shook his head, trying to prove that Xie Ruocong is a useless softie.

Zhang Youming nodded, and didn't say much. He didn't know how credible this person's words were. After all, how many good people are there to talk small things behind his back?

"But that's not the most important thing. Xie Ruocong still hits the woman." The man took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket again, feeling addicted to cigarettes. "Why is there no smoking place around here?"

After he complained, he continued without waiting for Zhang Youming to speak, "How can a man beat a woman? Xia Xingyue was so kind to him, and he still beat her. There was a class reunion, oh, yes, Xia Xingyue and I Xingyue is a high school classmate, Xia Xingyue's arms and knees are covered with bruises, although she doesn't say anything, I know that she was beaten by Xie Ruocong."

"How do you know?" Zhang Youming asked doubtfully.

After the man chuckled, his face slowly sank, as if remembering something.

"I met. I was Xie Ruocong's first editor. I ran into him when I went to his house to ask for a manuscript. At that time, Xia Xingyue was still pregnant." The man's eyes became fierce.

"Do you like Xia Xingyue?" Zhang Youming asked.

The man was stunned for a few seconds before slowly saying: "It doesn't matter if you like it or not, I just feel sad for her."

Zhang Youming nodded with half understanding, he didn't know why the man in front of him told him so much.

"Have you seen Xia Xingyue recently?" Zhang Youming asked.

The man shakes his head.

Zhang Youming wanted to ask more questions, but the man said he wanted to find a place to smoke, so he didn't want to say any more.

At this time, Shi Zhiqing called and asked where the rice rolls were. Zhang Youming looked down at the rice rolls that were probably already in a ball, then went back across the street and bought a new one.

After arriving at the hospital, Zhang Youming called him and asked him to go down to get rice rolls, but Shi Zhiqing told him not to leave in a hurry, saying that an old acquaintance from the gastroenterology department came.