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Open the window, the cool morning wind blows on the face, with the smell of flowers and plants in the yard, dispelling the sleepiness after lack of sleep, the surrounding is not quiet, the birds are standing on the branches in the yard and chirping, the red flowers in the lotus pond The carp jumped out of the water and fell down with a plop, causing ripples on the water surface.

Is it going to rain?

The sky was gray and the clouds were low. A dragonfly flew past the window, flickering its transparent wings, and flew lower.

The muffled thunder rolled through the gray clouds, and another gust of wind blew in, adding moisture to the fragrance of flowers and plants.

The day Zhou Gucheng came was also cloudy and thunderous.

Inexplicably, Wen Xu's expression dimmed a bit.He turned around quietly and walked out of the room, walking barefoot on the floor because he forgot to wear slippers. The sound of silent footsteps made the huge villa even quieter.

In the past twenty years, he has spent many, many mornings alone, either busy or lazy, which have become his memory symbols day after day, like developed photos, hanging in his mind In, calm without any waves.

Wen Xu suddenly felt a little lonely, without the sound of the rabbit meowing, without the sound of the boss's footsteps pulling slippers, the space seemed to absorb all the sounds of the house.

Standing in the middle of the living room, I saw my lonely figure on the TV screen.

When Hua Xin was at home, he seldom turned on the TV in the living room. He preferred to watch Internet TV in the audio-visual room. The huge TV in the living room was just a decoration.Wen Xu found the remote control, let the TV play its usual functions, adjusted a few channels randomly, and set it on the shopping channel.

Let the words "gold 998" and "you can't sell it at a loss, and you can't sell it to be fooled." These words filled the entire first floor, and Wen Xu went to the kitchen to make a fairly hearty breakfast for herself.

At [-]:[-], Wen Xu cleaned up the dining table, washed the dishes, and returned to the living room to silence the hoarse host before returning to her room.

There were only three sets of very cheap clothes in the closet. He took a light beige T-shirt and a pair of washed white jeans, and stood in front of the mirror to check whether the clothes were clean and tidy.The person in the mirror is no longer the courier boy half a month ago.

If the situation can change a person's mentality, then the mentality will definitely change the person's demeanor.

He looked back at the table, and there was a stack of printing paper on it, all of which were recorded on Qian Yi's information, and he could almost recite it backwards last night.

Wen Xu walked out of the room quietly.The stack of printing paper on the table was blown up by the wind from the window and scattered on the ground, just like his footsteps, without sound.

At 09:30, Wen Xu arrived at the appointment place with Xiao Qi.From a distance, seeing Xiao Qi in green clothes and black pants standing under the rain rack in the flower shop, his eyes swept around, feeling a little bit disappointed in his heart.

"Wen Xu, this way." Xiao Qi raised her hand holding the water bottle and greeted her.

After running a few steps to Xiaoqi, she said with a warm smile, "It's too much trouble for you, I have to make a special trip."

Xiao Qi didn't greet Wen Xu politely, and asked worriedly: "You really don't need me to accompany you?"

Wen Xu smiled indifferently and said, "It's not good if there are too many people. Don't worry, I cherish my life very much, and I will definitely run when I have to."

Xiaoqi couldn't laugh or cry: "Since you insist, I won't say anything more. Take things well."

What was handed to him was a dark purple velvet box, with a pair of golden buckles on the top of the box, and the color made Wen Xu feel like a local tyrant.When I opened the box, I saw a rectangular lighter with a black body and a silver cover, and there were some shiny things on it. Next to the lighter, there was a pure silver pen, which was also covered with shiny things. .

Xiaoqi said: "I have filled the pen with ink, you take the things away, and give me the box."

"Can this bluff people?" Wen Xu asked bluntly.

Xiao Qi thought for a while: "You are just bluffing people, it should be enough."

"That's fine." After finishing speaking, Wen Xu looked at the time, "I'm leaving, wait for my good news."

Xiao Qi patted him on the shoulder: "If you can handle Qian Yi, I'll treat you to a full banquet."

Wen Xu burst out laughing, when will he eat it?

The signal light above the sidewalk turned green, and Wen Xu walked up it unhurriedly.The dark clouds are still dark clouds, and the thunder is still rolling. With only a bag slung over his shoulders, he walks warmly and calmly to the Jinxiangyu Tea House across the road.

Stepping up the steps and pushing open the store door, the air-conditioning blows in, and two people who look like bodyguards also rush in.Wen Wen reached into the pocket of his jeans, shook the watch that stopped at 2014:09 on September 15, 01, adjusted his breathing, and smiled faintly at the two of them.

"Mr. Wen, please follow me." One of the bodyguards said.

Follow them up to the second floor, and see the guests who are still having morning tea in twos and threes. After passing through the main hall, there is only a long corridor with private rooms.

There was no one in the corridor, not even the sound of footsteps.Wen Nuan looked down, the red and white carpet was a little dirty, but thick enough to absorb all the sounds.Unable to adapt to this unsteady feeling, Wen Xu deliberately speeded up.

The two bodyguards stopped at the door of the private room at the end of the corridor, opened the door, and asked Wen Xu.

Before Wen Xu could enter, Qian Yi's voice came from the private room.

"Mr. Wen, have you had breakfast?"

Wen Xu pursed her lips and took the first step.

"Good morning, Mr. Qian." Wen Xu greeted with a smile and took the opportunity to observe Qian Yi.

Qian Yi wore a dark gray shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, looking very casual.Because of the table, Wen Xu only saw a small part of the side of the wheelchair.

There are xiaolongbao, siu mai, and vegetable porridge on the table, which are very simple and not extravagant.

Wen Xu replied honestly: "I've had breakfast."

"Then take it with me, the siu mai here is pretty good, try it." Qian Yi casually picked up a siu mai for Wen Xu, and pushed the seasoning plate over.

Wen Xu picked up the chopsticks and poked at the fragrant siu mai on the plate. Instead of picking it up and putting it in his mouth, he slowly put down the chopsticks.

This is more like a signal, representing "I'm going to talk."

Qian Yi didn't stop, scooped the porridge with a white porcelain spoon, put it into his mouth, and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin: "Let's talk while eating, after all, at my age, there is nothing worth letting go of delicious food."

"Including Qian Wendong's death?"

The air-conditioning in the room seemed to drop a lot in an instant.

Qian Yi's expression changed slightly, and he glanced at Wen Xu: "Have you found the driver who caused the accident?"

"There are clues."

Qian Yi sighed: "What do I need to do?"

Wen Xu was stunned by Qian Yi's understanding.He thought that Qian Yi would put on a natural arrogance and blame him for wasting time.In this way, you can continue to stimulate him to lose patience and even get angry. When a person is impatient and angry, it is easy to tell some secrets in his heart.

However, Qian Yi did not follow Wen Xu's script.

Knowing that Qian Yi was not easy to deal with, Wen Xu quickly calmed down.

"Mr. Qian, I found a clue and don't know if it's true or not, so I'm here to ask you for confirmation."

"Go ahead."

"Did Yang Jun ever steal something important from you?"

"Who did you listen to?" Qian Yi picked up the spoon again, scooped up the porridge and drank it.

Wen Xu replied: "One of Yang Jun's inmates. I don't remember the name, but he is easy to recognize. He is bald, not tall, and has scars on his face."

Qian Yi frowned slightly, and pinched his nose: "Did Mr. Wen ask in person?"

"My boss asked and came back to tell me." Wen Xu continued, "Has Mr. Qian seen this person? My boss said that this person is Yang Jun's accomplice."

"I have a little impression, but I can't remember it." Qian Yi behaved normally, "I don't know when Boss Hua found this clue."

"The day before yesterday."

"Oh, the day before yesterday."

Wen Xu's palms were already full of sweat.In fact, neither he nor Qian Yi knew that the bald head was dead.

"And then?" Qian Yi's expression was very serious.He carefully put down the spoon and leaned back in the wheelchair, arms folded.

He is wary of me, Wen Xin thought.

"Mr. Qian, I need to know what you know. Did Yang Jun steal anything from you?"

"It was indeed stolen."

"what?"

"A stone of great value."

Stone?

Qian Yi explained to Wen Xu that he was in the jewelry business, most of which were jade, so Qian Yi also gambled on stones.The so-called gambling stone, that is to say, when the jade is mined, it is wrapped in a layer of weathered skin, and its value is unknown.Those who play stone gambling must have experience, luck and strength.There is a saying widely circulated in this business: 'One knife rich, one knife poor' depends on your experience, strength, and luck.

Qian Yi said bluntly to Wen Xu that betting on stones was just fun for him, so he didn't take it very seriously.

"A friend of mine entrusted the stone to me on his deathbed. This friend is very important to me. So the stone itself is not worth as much as what it means to me. Do you understand?"

Wen Xu nodded solemnly.

"Have you found the stone?" Wen Xu asked.

"of course."

Could it be that Cheng Shuanglin failed to deceive Qian Yi?However, there seem to be some doubts here.

"Mr. Qian, how heavy is that rock?"

"12 kilograms."

That is 24 catties, not light.

Looking at Qian Yi again, Wen Xu already understood a little bit.

"Mr. Qian, where were you and what did you do on the night of December 2013, 12?"

Qian Yi was taken aback when he heard the words, and there was a trace of displeasure between his brows: "It's been so long, how could I remember it. Why are you asking this?"

"Yang Jun said to the police 'I returned the things' before committing suicide by jumping off the building, so I wonder if his so-called 'things' are the stones he stole from you."

Qian Yi rubbed his neck and said with a serious face, "Mr. Wen, if I remember correctly, Yang Jun and the others should have died on December 2013, 12."

Wen Xu feigned surprise: "Ah? Is that so? Well, I'll look at the information." As he spoke, Wen Xu put the bag on the corner of the table, opened it, and took out a piece of paper and a pen from it.

Qian Yi's eyes lit up when he saw the pen, and when he looked at Wen Xu again, his eyes were unabashedly full of guard and suspicion.

Wen Xu took a pen and drew on the paper alone: ​​"It's strange, why... I seem to have picked it up wrong."

Qian Yi didn't speak, picked up the teacup and took a shallow sip, seemingly waiting for Wen Xu's next words.

Wen Xu took out her mobile phone from her pants pocket, stood up and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Qian, I'll go out and make a phone call."

Qian Yi nodded slightly.

When going out, Wen Xu only took his mobile phone and put his backpack on the table.

Qian Yi's eyes fell on Wen Xu's handwritten paper, he wiped his hands, picked it up and read it carefully.

915、0100、10、0203、3、？

Just a few numbers made Qian Yi's face change drastically. He immediately picked up Wen Wen's backpack, rummaged through the contents, and quickly took out the lighter.

For some unknown reason, Qian Yi's expression became very strange, and there seemed to be a little unwillingness in his anger.

Later, he found a bunch of keys, an owner's card and a wallet in his backpack.There was only two hundred yuan in cash in the wallet, not even a card.

Qian Yi put the bag back in place, and Wen Xu finished the phone call and returned to the private room.

Wen Xu smiled embarrassingly: "I'm sorry Mr. Qian, I made a mistake. The day Yang Jun committed suicide was December 12th."

Qian Yi smiled: "It's okay, it's hard to avoid misremembering after so long. In fact, I can't remember where and what I did that day. Why, Wendong's death has something to do with this?"

"Yes, and it has a lot to do with it." Wen Xu sat down again and glanced at the bag placed aside.

Qian Yi took a deep breath and asked, "What did you find?"

"I have seen photos of the scene and been to the scene of the crime. According to the information provided by the police, Yang Jun and Cheng Shuanglin were forced to death."

"Oh?"

"When I first came into contact with this case, I felt very strange. Yang Jun and Cheng Shuanglin grew up together and had a very good relationship. Why did Yang Jun kill Cheng Shuanglin? However, both the police and the forensic doctor came to the conclusion that Cheng Shuanglin was Yang Jun killed."

Qian Yi's expression was calm, but his face turned pale.

Wen Xu nodded the back of her hand: "I found in the photo that the two of them had tape marks on their hands."

"What do you mean?" Qian Yi asked subconsciously.

"There is another phenomenon. The police speculate that Yang Jun and Cheng Shuanglin had a fight, and the fight was quite ruthless, and there were many bruises on their bodies. In fact, no matter who owns the knife, they must have used it during the fight, but Yang Jun Neither Jun nor Cheng Shuanglin had any stab wounds. Mr. Qian, don't you think this is strange?"

"Is it strange? It may also be that there was a dispute between them and they beat each other, but force cannot solve the problem. In the end, one of them killed the other on impulse."

"No, no, the order is wrong." Wen Xu shook his head again and again, "I've seen those photos repeatedly, and the parts where the tape was wrapped are not completely empty, and there are many dirty things and scratches, which shows that the two of them were fighting each other. For a while, I didn’t wrap the tape on my hands, and the tape was wrapped after I finished typing.”

Qian Yi frowned very obviously, and asked puzzledly: "What's the problem?"

"Think about it. They fought for a long time, their heads were bleeding, and they wished they could kill each other. Then they suddenly stopped and started wrapping tape around their hands? It's unreasonable."

Wen Xu and Qian Yi are like friends who have been friends for a long time. During the dinner, they said some unreasonable things. It doesn't matter who is right. The key is that the atmosphere between them seems to be really harmonious.

Qian Yi touched a string of red sandalwood bead bracelets on his left wrist. The bracelet had been worn for so many years that it had changed color. The red sandalwood beads passed between his two fingers, making a soft sound of collision.

"Then what do you think?" Qian Yi asked solemnly.

Wen Xu fixed his eyes on Qian Yi, and said word by word: "Cheng Shuanglin was not killed by Yang Jun at all."

The Buddha's head was stuck between the index finger and the thumb, and the sound of the slight collision stopped abruptly.The brows that had been furrowed gradually relaxed.With a slight smile, Qian Yi picked up the teapot and filled a cup for Wen Xu.

When Wen Xu picked up the cup of tea, the wristband on her wrist gave off a dim light.If Wen Xu knew it well enough, she would know that Hua Xin was listening to their conversation somewhere.