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The answer came unexpectedly, Yu Yanchuan realized for the first time that he could have so many emotions in one breath, he became numb with all kinds of feelings, and couldn't capture any thoughts in his empty mind.

The only thing he could think of was "No wonder Tan Xu will fly over to talk to him in person next week", many things are completely unclear through the phone line.

He asked, "Do you know what that flower is?"

Tan Xu said: "Last year's New Year's Eve, the department stacked fake flowers together."

He really knew that Yu Yanchuan would suspect that there was a deviation in his memory. He was sure he didn't give the flower to Tan Xu on New Year's Eve: "Then do you know why I kept it?"

Tan Xu said, "I don't know."

Yu Yanchuan sat back on the sofa and scattered a layer of fine dust.

Tan Xu said again: "But you will tell me."

Just like when you asked me if I knew the meaning of the name of the plastic branch, and then said "I will tell you later".

He could vaguely understand the metaphor of "later".

Yu Yanchuan rested his ankles on the glass tea table and wiped out a small piece of transparency from the fallen dust. He thought for a while before saying: "Let's take it as it is."

After hanging up the phone, he opened the suitcase, and the plastic flower was squeezed and deformed again. Yu Yanchuan stretched out the petals with brute force, and found a vase by rummaging through the suitcase.

He put plastic flowers in a vase and placed them on the TV cabinet.

The petals that were forcibly opened slowly curled and shrank back along the creases, turning into an ugly fake flower that was invincible.

Yu Yanchuan looked at it, but felt as if it had been a lifetime ago. The last time he took this flower out of his backpack and stretched out the squeezed petals—that New Year’s Eve, it seemed like it was just yesterday.

I don't know if it was because of crossing time zones, but he gradually lost the concept of time, and even the memories of half a year ago were suddenly near and far away.

Before he parted ways with Tan Xu half a year ago, he still had a VIP black card of Longding Hotel that he got through the back door, which included food, lodging and play. Come up with five digits.

After they cut off contact, he handed that card to many people, spending it in different ways five times a week like doing charity.

Yu Yanchuan couldn't say how he was in a mood, but he just wanted to fill up his daily spending, as if this would show how free and easy he was, how he didn't avoid suspicion, and how he didn't care.

No one bowed their heads first, and no one guessed who.

Yu Yanchuan didn't know when Tan Xu discovered this plastic flower.

Maybe he saw it a long time ago, but he just regarded it as a piece of waste plastic paper. It was only after he mentioned the name of the plastic branch that day that he suddenly realized it.

Maybe earlier, maybe later, anyway, he found out.

After this phone call, they never contacted each other again. I have already said all that should be said, and it would be too hypocritical to talk about it.

Yu Yanchuan didn't get a good night's sleep that night, the air conditioner in the room fluctuated from time to time, making it uncomfortable to blow. He wandered in the half-dream and half-awake all night, and the next day he had to go to work in Jeff's car with all his energy.

Jeff bought bagged sandwiches for him for breakfast. The company is located in a central area full of office buildings, and there are elegant old buildings passing by on both sides of the street. Yu Yanchuan glanced at the light rail line: "This light rail leads to my home."

"Yes." Jeff drove the car without looking sideways, "If you are not used to driving, you can take the light rail."

The appearance of this branch was more imposing than Yu Yanchuan imagined. He walked in through the revolving door. In the large and empty lobby on the first floor, there were only two ladies in professional attire standing at the reception desk to answer the phone.

Jeff nodded with them, and pressed the up button of the elevator.

The elevator goes up, and through the transparent door, you can see the busy employees on each floor. Jeff said: "The office is on the fifth floor. I have arranged for the finance to send the turnover in recent years. You can take a look first."

Yu Yanchuan looked up at the company's interior decoration, which looked similar to Ancheng's, and the floor distribution was almost a one-to-one restoration.

When Yu Changyu was on a business trip, he frequently sent him work-related content, including some areas and places of special attention. Yu Yanchuan corresponded to the reality while walking, and he finally had some confidence in his mind.

He finally has the real feeling that he wants to join the social animal team. He lived too recklessly in the past few years, and the debts he owed must be repaid.

Walking all the way from the elevator to the front of the office, on the way, I met many hurried staff members carrying briefcases, and they all nodded when they saw him.

Yu Yanchuan pushed open the door of the office, and there was a tall stack of ledgers and a stack of printing paper on the tidy desktop.

He didn't even take a good look at the flow of his own flower shop. Facing such a vast financial statement, he really had no way to start.

Yu Yanchuan sighed.

It's not that he has no clue at all, his purpose is to check Lin Yu, not the company's money.

"Call me again if you need it?" Jeff stood at the door of the office.

Yu Yanchuan nodded: "Go and do your work."

He dug out the cash flow statement from six years ago and checked it monthly.

Six years ago was the year when Lin Yu returned to China. Although a large sum of money was needed to transfer to another school, based on Yu Xinghai's savings, he didn't need to use the company's money at all.

Lin Yu's return to China was by no means accidental, otherwise he wouldn't have come back halfway through high school, and everything must have an opportunity. He guessed that something must have happened that year, which prompted Lin Yu to choose to return to China.

He stared at the words and numbers for half an hour, and the mobile phone that was thrown aside vibrated from time to time for half an hour. Yu Yanchuan couldn't bear it anymore and closed the report, only to find that it was a message from Tan Xu.

Tan Xu: [picture]

The mobile phone in the picture is lying on a piece of toilet paper, and the paper towel is wet.

Tan Xu: It fell into the water.

Tan Xu: It can be turned on.

There was a series of real-time broadcasts of the mobile phone falling into the water. Yu Yanchuan's eyelids twitched, and he replied: put it in the rice tank.

After being distracted, his thoughts became broader. He just failed to find any leaks in the company's finances, so he could only check Yu Xinghai's account.

His father's account is not something he can look up if he wants to. Fortunately, Yu Changyu's predecessors planted trees and future generations to enjoy the shade, so he has already tossed them out and checked them out.

Yu Yanchuan turned on the computer, looked at Yu Xinghai's account statement stored in the C drive, and began to wonder if it was just his open account.

He changed his mind, if it was him, it must be a private account that sent money to his mistress.

Pulling the time point back to six years ago, Yu Yanchuan checked the financial income and expenditure in the form, which is even more coincidental. Six years ago, he was also a sophomore in high school.

The sun slanted in from the blinds, Yu Yanchuan frowned and stopped the mouse on March.

In March, Yu Xinghai withdrew 10 yuan.

Cashed out 10 yuan?

Yu Yanchuan dragged and dragged it to the monthly summary, and found that there was no wrong unit.

The upper limit of the ATM machine is [-]. If it exceeds [-], you need to apply for an appointment with the bank. Yu Xinghai withdrew [-] in one go. How can he move the money back home?

He continued to check backwards, but there was no record of the 10 yuan being transferred to the account.

Either in cash, or directly deposited into other cards.

Yu Yanchuan couldn't figure out the meaning of this move. He didn't think it was to prevent investigation. Yu Xinghai, an old fox, had a lot of ways to cover up the behavior of transferring money to his mistress. There is no need to use such ostentatious methods.

The phone rang again.

Tan Xu: It should be hopeless.

Yu Yanchuan pulled his attention away from the numbers on the screen. Tan Xu's temperament has changed drastically. Before living together, he couldn't receive any news from him. At most, he sent a message that he didn't bring the key. What kind of stimulation is this now? Started talking nonsense to him?

Although it was nonsense that seemed awkward and disgusting, he seemed to be able to see Tan Xu's stinky face through the screen.

Yu Yanchuan: How did you do it?

Tan Xu: I dropped my phone into the sink while washing pineapples.

Yu Yanchuan didn't quite understand what washing pineapple meant: what washing pineapple?

A few minutes later, Tan Xu sent a photo of a sliced ​​pineapple.

Yu Yanchuan: Did you soak in salt water?

Tan Xu: It's soaked.

It seemed that he was sending a message to his son. Yu Yanchuan didn't want to worry about it at first, but he always felt that Tan Xu would kill himself sooner or later by living alone.

Yu Yanchuan: Soak it for a while to kill the enzymes, otherwise the pineapple will eat you.

The other side was silent.

Yu Yanchuan took a sip from his water glass, minimized the several pages of forms on the desktop, and clicked on another folder.

In the folder were the resumes of all the current employees of the branch, and he directly searched for Jeff's.

Jeff is of Chinese descent. His Chinese name is Jeff Chen. He graduated from a top local university in Manchester and has worked in the company for three years.

Yu Yanchuan looked at the name of his junior high school, and felt that this string of English letters looked familiar.

It was Lin Yu's school.

Jeff is a few years older than them, he and Lin Yu are definitely not students of the same grade, but being in the same school is suspicious enough.

Now that Jeff hooked up with Lin Yu, it seems that the investigation here can't count on him.

Yesterday, he met a local college student through Ms. Yu's contacts. It is said that he can draw a satellite map of the entire city with his eyes closed. He also has good computer skills and can easily invade some websites with weak firewalls.

Yu Yanchuan planned to meet this person at night, I'm afraid it will be of great use in the future.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and he could see the transparent corridor on the side. Jeff was chatting with a staff member about work.

Yu Yanchuan stretched his neck for a while, lowered his head to turn on his phone, and clicked on a certain social software on the external network.

Lin Yu's social account is not difficult to guess. When he was in Ancheng, he easily found a person suspected to be Lin Yu. All the dynamics stopped in Manchester City six years ago.

He slowly flipped through the person's homepage, there were almost no photos showing his face, and there were no posts with coordinates.

He finally settled on a complaint about the food in the restaurant.

The main idea of ​​the original text is that I ate a meal in a small restaurant in front of my house for convenience, but I didn't expect it to be so bad.

Yu Yanchuan zoomed in on the noodles captured in the picture, and took note of the restaurant logo on the side of the bowl.

While searching for this store on the Internet, he felt creepy.

In an era when technology was not very developed six years ago, they still retained a sense of privacy, and posting news would avoid some elements of revealing their identity and location, but now they can even locate a family's location through an unintentional logo, which is too scary some.

The restaurant could not be scanned on the map, so Yu Yanchuan switched to social software to search and found several customer reviews with street information, only to know that the restaurant had closed down two years ago.

The restaurant's address is 52 York Street, on the northwest corner of the city's outskirts.