Xiaoyu Detective Agency

On Sunday, in order to repay Dr. Gao's "kindness," Wang Jue took Xiuwen to work as a volunteer at the pet hospital.There are not many customers in this pet hospital, Dr. Gao didn't really need help when he called them here, he just wanted to hear gossip.He recommended Wang Jue to Liu Congcong, but he didn't hear about the follow-up.I knew that these two people ran to find an old man doctor, and I don't know why.

Now Wang Jue and Gao Yuanshan, one holding a water glass, the other a bag of sunflower seeds, only Xiuwen is seriously sweeping the floor.That's what happens to Candide, but he doesn't complain.Sweeping is easier than talking, and he likes this division of labor.Dr. Gao would be more satisfied if he didn't throw melon seed skins all over the floor while eating melon seeds.

While talking about Wen Tiangao's affair over there, Wang Jue's cell phone rang, and it was a payment reminder from the bank.In this messy moment, Liu Congcong should have paid the money.Thinking this way, he probably came back from the Northwest. Wang Jue suspended the chat with Gao Yuanshan and called Liu Congcong.

"Ren Yuerou admitted that she killed someone." Wang Jue didn't know how much Liu Congcong knew about the progress of the matter, so he picked the important ones first.

"Ah," Liu Congcong was very embarrassed, "it's not her."

"I know," Wang Jue rubbed his hair irritably, and the hairstyle he had done in the morning disappeared instantly, "She has admitted what I can do?" He still wanted to say, "You can do it! "But when I thought that I had received money, I stopped.

"It's still messed up." Compared with disappointment, Liu Congcong's sigh was more like an expected sigh, and he didn't say more to blame.

"I'm here in Gaoyuan Mountain." Wang Jue wanted to have a good chat with Liu Congcong, presumably Liu Congcong should also have something to say.

"Wait for me, come right away."

"Don't you have your own office, why do you always talk about things with me?" Wang Jue appeared so frequently that Gao Yuanshan wanted to charge.He is a pet hospital, no matter how you look at it, it is not suitable to talk about things.

"Didn't you ask me to come to hear the excitement?"

Gao Yuanshan never won a fight with Wang Jue.These years are considered white years old.

It is more appropriate to describe Liu Congcong as a servant of the world.He came back yesterday. As soon as he got off the plane, he heard that Ren Yuerou was taken away by the police, so he went directly to the police station.Until just now, he had been connecting with Wen Wen and Ren Yuerou. He didn't go home and didn't say anything, and he didn't even have time to change his clothes.

Gao Yuanshan gave him his chair, and took out a paper cup to pour some water.Liu Congcong took it and thanked him. Remembering that the cup he put here was broken by Lear, he took out his large travel thermos from his backpack and placed it on his usual shelf before sitting down again.

"Dear, have you finished sweeping the floor? Come and chat?" Wang Jue shouted in Xiuwen's direction.

They were not far away, and Wang Jue's voice was too loud.Xiuwen nodded, put the cleaning tool back to its original position, and sat beside Wang Jue.Gao Yuanshan, who was watching the fun with melon seeds, received a call from the doctor again. This gossip might not be related to him, so he went out thinking about it.

"My brother's matter, you have worked hard." Liu Congcong was still very polite. Although the matter was messed up, he did not lose his temper and refuse to forgive him or withhold the final payment.

The clients he met were all good, and Wang Jue thought of Li Meimei's wife.Although everyone is a good person, he can't always give the good person a happy ending.I have collected a lot of money, but I always feel a little owed.Is he not suitable for this society, or is he not suitable for this job?He often thinks so.

Hearing Liu Congcong's thanks, Xiuwen shook his head to express his impoliteness. Wang Jue pondered for a while, and he had been thinking about some things for a few days, and he should ask the truth, otherwise this matter would never end.

"How did you think of going to that suburban mountain to play?"

Liu Congcong was taken aback by this unexpected question, and then answered naturally: "I was writing my travel column a few days ago, and the web page sent me an article. In the era of big data, I often collect Push to various scenic spots. I don’t think this place is far away, so I’ll go and have a look.”

"You went there seven years ago." Wang Jue's tone was unquestionable, and Xiuwen at the side turned his face and stared at him.Really, are you cheating on him?Why did Wang Jue never tell himself?

Liu Congcong did not directly deny it, but thought for a while: "Maybe, I have traveled so many places, it is reasonable not to remember."

"Six is ​​reasonable! Think about it for yourself when you went there?" Wang Jue suddenly became furious, stood up and whispered something into Liu Congcong's ear, Liu Congcong lowered his head.

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from you." Liu Congcong smiled wryly.

Liu Congcong is not a completely innocent person.After Wen Tiangao died, he went to that mountain.It was Qi Jing who asked him to go.Or rather, implying that he went.Qi Jing raised a large dog, and one day Tianfei asked him to take the dog for a walk in the suburbs, and told him that Wen Tiangao had given her a dream, saying that he was in that cave, and a girl hurt him.That girl was his lover, and he wanted to let the truth out, send her all the things he carried with him, and force her to surrender.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, Liu Congcong's heart was pounding.He is a new Marxist young man who believes in science, and he does not believe that Wen Tiangao will die here.The big dog was very excited, and ran all the way until the cave, where Liu Congcong saw the dead Wen Tiangao.

That's why Ren Yuerou is holding Wen Tiangao's backpack.She didn't take it away by herself, but Liu Congcong sent it to her at Qi Jing's behest.Qi Jing was worried about letting her son go. Thinking about it now, except that Wen Wen was very busy taking over the company at the time, Wen Wen had more sense of justice than Liu Congcong.That is to say, if you go to Wenwen, you will definitely call the police immediately, and everything will come to light.But Liu Congcong was different. He endured it for seven years before pointing it out at this juncture—when Wen Wen was going to marry Ren Yuerou.

"Do you believe in dreams?" Liu Congcong asked.

Wang Jue smiled: "I believe," he put away his smile and said seriously, "but Qi Jing is definitely not entrusted to a dream."

"why?"

"Because she killed people." Wang Jue glanced at Liu Congcong, who had a distorted face, "Don't look at me like that, aren't you suspicious too?"

Liu Congcong covered his face with his hands: "I don't know." He was always wondering, but he didn't dare to doubt, let alone confirm.It is hard for anyone to accept that mother killed father.It's worse than having your father killed by his mistress.But what if the son wants to marry the mistress?Will there be another ending to this matter?The truth of Liu Congcong's distress recently is this.

"You knew Ren Yuerou's identity a long time ago, but you didn't stop Wenwen. Is it plastic brotherhood?"

Liu Congcong shook his head: "No. I heard that this child is not very mature, and he has changed many girlfriends over the years. I didn't expect him to really want to get married this time. By the time I knew it, it was already a bit late .”

"So you told the police about the bones on that mountain?"

"Yes."

"You provided both the suicide note and the depression certificate?"

"It was found by the police."

Liu Congcong admitted that the poem in the so-called suicide note was written by his mother to Wen Tiangao.He had gone to her with the poem he copied, but was turned away.Wen Tian didn't go to high school much, and his literary quality was average, but he was good at writing, which Liu Congcong only learned about later.

After Wen Wen's mother passed away, Wen Wen was in poor condition, and he helped sort out the relics.Naturally, there are still a lot of Wen Tiangao's things at home, all of which are locked in a utility room.He saw the handwritten letter written by his mother to his father there, so he had an impression of this poem.After hearing what the police said, he dug out the letter and confirmed that it was indeed a farewell letter, not a suicide note.

But Wang Jue didn't buy Liu Congcong's statement: "You can hide them or burn them, you have several years."

"If it can be proved that he committed suicide, wouldn't it be the best ending?" Liu Congcong was very depressed, which was different from his original idea, and he was really helpless.

"Then you still..." That's right, aren't you very clear about this?Why do you still ask me to discover the truth and overturn the direction you arranged at the beginning?

"But everyone is too smart, the police are too, and so is Wen Wen. No one believes that Wen Tiangao committed suicide."

It turned out to be like this.Wang Jue nodded: "That's why you found me." Having figured it out, Wang Jue continued to curse in his heart, why didn't you make it clear earlier, you unlucky child, and caused me to take so many detours.It's okay now, there is no way to end it.If it weren't for the fact that you pay quickly and generously, I would slap my ass and leave now.

"What do you want to do next? It is impossible for your brother and Ren Yuerou to get back together. Do you give him a good image of a mother, or clean up Ren Yuerou's grievances?" According to the law, it is of course the latter, but Wang Jue is just a Detective, on the premise that the police can find no other clues and Ren Yuerou admits, Wang Jue can choose to guide the development of the matter.

"The people of Sri Lanka are dead, and those who are alive are still alive."

"That's right, cultured." Wang Jue commented absently.This is the same as his idea, the living person is more important, besides, why should a young girl be wronged?He has already begun to figure out what to do next.

"This is my mother's last words."

"Then I'll do it." Wang Jue said and got up to leave.

"Remember to tell me the truth."

"no problem."

Before leaving the door, Wang Jue suddenly turned around and asked Liu Congcong, "Do you hate Wen Tiangao?"

Liu Congcong did not answer this question directly, but instead asked Wang Jue: "Do you know why I am called this name?"

"Why?" Wang Jue asked.

"My mother started it. She said that love and hatred are like flowing water, and the flowing water is gurgling. Don't be attached to anything."

"It seems that your mother is a very kind person." Xiuwen, who had been silent all this time, spoke.

"Yeah, but I almost completely forgot what she looked like." Liu Congcong fell into memory.