This is a newly built villa with lake views.

Dozens of European-style villas with a unified style are scattered around a huge artificial lake.

The real estate boom in 2006 was in full swing. Xingcheng was full of demolition and construction projects, and new tall buildings brought new opportunities to the city.

Gu Mingjun walked into the villa area calmly.

The security guard at the door stood listlessly in the security booth, yawned a long and big yawn, glanced at Gu Mingjun with his schoolbag on his back, then covered his big mouth with his hands, and turned his head at the same time.

Song Qingru also walked into this community.

She stood in front of the atrium garden and watched Gu Mingjun walk towards the corridor on the right. She wanted to speak but stopped. She tightened her schoolbag belt with her hands, pursed her lips, and walked towards the villa on the other side.

After entering the door and feeling the warmth of the air conditioner at home, Song Qingru took off her school uniform and hung it on the entry-level coat while shouting: "Mom."

A middle-aged woman smiled and poked her head out of the kitchen: "Qingru is back, are you hungry? The food will be ready soon."

"Where is my dad?"

"Something happened in the company, he went to deal with it and said he would not come back for dinner tonight."

"I won't come back!" Song Qingru pouted.

Song's mother came out to serve the food and placed it on the dining table. Then she opened her luggage, cleaned up the changing clothes, and put them in the washing machine to clean.

"Hey, Qingru, where are your pocket money this week? Have you spent all?"

"No—" Song Qingru was not used to lying. As soon as he said that, he realized something was wrong. When he wanted to change his words, it was too late.

"What about the money? You won't be taken away by a scammer, right? I said I wanted to pick you up, but you didn't want me to pick you up. Isn't this a bad guy?"

"Put your hands?"

"Look, do you keep your money in this pocket? This is a new opening, and it is obviously poked by someone with a sharp weapon. Who else can there be someone besides taking off his hands?" Song's mother looked out Song Qingru's top pocket for her to show.

Song Qingru used her fingers to pass through the hole in her pocket, looked at her delicate and slender jade fingers, and thought of the scene on the bus, and suddenly realized something and burst into laughter.

Song's mother stretched out her index finger and gently pointed it on her forehead: "You are heartless! You are still laughing when you lose money! Fortunately, you just lost some money, you are fine! Starting next week, I will pick you up and drop you off. Now the world is not peaceful! Yesterday I read the news and saw a girl who came back late being robbed."

"No! I'm so old, I'm not a kindergarten kid anymore, so I still have to pick me up and drop it off? I was laughed at by my classmates!"

"Okay, I know you have a hard wing - let's have a meal. This is the bird's nest that your father bought for you specifically. The college entrance examination is about to be taken to make up for your brain. By the way, we have all completed the procedures for you to go abroad, and we will leave just after the college entrance examination."

"Oh——" Song Qingru responded absent-mindedly.

"I'll tell Qingru, have you heard me talking?"

"Ah? Mom, what did you say?"

"What are you thinking?"

"It's too difficult to think of a chemistry problem, I can't do it." Song Qingru lied a rare time, then lowered her head and ate her rice, her heart thumped.

Song's mother no longer pursued her and just picked up food in her daughter's bowl.

Just after dinner, a loud sirens suddenly sounded outside.

Neighbor Aunt Wang came to visit her, shouting loudly: "It's amazing, there are dead people in the community!"

"Diet?" Song's mother said disapprovingly, "Is it abnormal to have birth, old age, sickness and death?"

"It's not natural death," said Aunt Wang mysteriously, "I heard it was him who killed it! In broad daylight, there were murderers entering high-end communities like ours. Tell me, what's the use of paying such expensive property fees and raising so many property management and security guards? Oh, hey, I'm scared!"

When Song Qingru heard this, she looked moved and stood up and walked out: "Mom, I'll go out."

"Qingru, you didn't hear Aunt Wang say that the murderer has entered the community. I don't know if he has been caught yet. Don't run around."

"I know, I'm going to play with Shi Xiaoqian!"

"Don't come back too late! Wear a coat!"

"I know!"

Song Qingru agreed, picked up a piece of clothing and put it on her body, went out of the door, and walked towards the atrium.

She saw from a distance that the police car was indeed parked in front of a villa on the right side of the community.

Song Qingru's breathing became rapid and long, and he accelerated his pace toward the other side.

There was a cordon in front of the villa where the accident had happened, and there were several floors of people outside, protruding their heads and talking, pointing their fingers.

The ambulance flashing with blue light, the police car flashing with red and blue light, stopped on the road by the lake in the community without turning off the engine.

Song Qingru squeezed in and wanted to walk in, but was stopped by a policeman.

"Uncle police, was the murderer caught? Who was it?" Song Qingru asked.

The policeman looked at her: "What did you ask about this?"

"I know this family!" Song Qing answered with confidence.

The policeman said: "Catch it."

"real?"

"The murderer is on the scene, can you not catch him?"

"Who is the murderer? Is it a man or a woman? Is it an adult or a teenager?"

The police did not answer because a colleague called him to do business, so he trotted over.

Song Qingru looked into the villa anxiously, but could not see anything.

The two of them walked out on the stretcher, covered with cloth, and saw only a pale woman's face, with blood dripping from the stretcher.

Song Qingru was startled and subconsciously reached out to cover her face.

A few minutes later, several fully armed policemen walked out with a middle-aged man tied with his hands behind his back.

Someone around him pointed and scolded: "Popularly the girl in your room! This is the murderer!"

An insider revealed: "I heard it was the woman's mistress!"

Seeing the murderer's true appearance, Song Qingru breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, and then smiled, laughing at herself as being too nervous, right?

How could it be him?

Although he is a little naughty, a little jumpy, and a little slutty, he is not stupid, and he is even less stupid than killing and robbing people.

Song Qingru even thought: If he really killed someone, with his IQ, he would definitely not be caught by the police!

However, Song Qingru's doubts were even more serious: What was he doing in our community? Who was looking for? Where was he now?

At this moment, Gu Mingjun squeezed onto the bus home.

The Gu family is in the dormitory area of ​​Xingcheng Welding Rod Factory.

This is a five-story small building built in the late 1970s and has been around for some time. It was an excellent welfare house at that time, but now it is too backward.

The room is small, with hollow floors and no sound insulation. Not to mention upstairs, even if you drag a chair across three floors, you can hear thunder.

The walls of the corridor are covered with various small advertisements, which are as ugly as psoriasis.

This house was obtained by Grandpa Gu Mingjun.

My grandfather worked in the welding rod factory since the construction of the factory. After retirement, he passed the position to his son Gu Jianguo.

If it weren't for the decline in the efficiency of the welding rod factory, Gu Jianguo would have wanted his son to take over his position in the future!

Gu Mingjun's house is on the fifth floor. As soon as he entered the house, he saw his parents sitting on the wooden sofa with a slight face.

There were neatly arranged food on the dining table next to it. Obviously everyone was waiting for him and didn't move his chopsticks!

My sister Gu Yuyou winked at her brother, then pointed at her parents quietly, meaning: Parents are in a bad mood, brother, please beg for your own blessings!

Grandpa and grandma stood up with a smile: "Xiaojun is back, come here soon, have a meal!"

"Oh!" Gu Mingjun agreed quietly, called out to the elders at home, put down his schoolbag, calmly dragged over a chair, sat in front of his parents, and said with a solemn expression: "Don't be busy with food! Dad, I have something to talk to you."

Gu Jianguo subconsciously responded, and then realized something was wrong.

He had already made a clear move and wanted to give his son a warning after school. He couldn't help but feel a little dazed when he heard this. Before I could speak, this kid would talk to me first?

Gu Jianguo thought, is this really my son?

Why do you think you are so mature and steadfast?
Chapter completed!