The sound made by Xiaoling hovered in Zhao Yiran's ears, and a stream of clear and bright intentions began to spread from the sea of ​​eyebrows and hearts.

After a few breaths, Zhao Yiran's feeling of fatigue caused by aerobic exercise instantly dissipated.

Seeing this, Zhao Yiran smiled bitterly: "All right, I'm thinking about whether to continue trying after taking a shower... I'll definitely not need it now~!"

The sound made by Xiao Ling was the roar of the Sky.

Wow ~!

Xiao Ling at the bathroom door was lying on the glass door, as if she felt that her master's condition had returned to her original state, and her screams also returned to her normal state.

The spiritual power connection between spirit beasts and spirit beast masters not only allows spirit beast masters to clearly feel the specific changes in the spirit beast's body, but also for spirit beasts.

After taking a shower, Zhao Yiran cooked some breakfast.

Of course, it's not sweet potatoes anymore.

For Zhao Yiran, sweet potatoes are a pill to restore spiritual power. It is better to take them when they are losing their spiritual power.

As for Xiao Ling, who has always been keen on sweet potatoes, it seems that she had eaten enough yesterday. She started gnawing the sheep bones she picked up from somewhere early in the morning.

I'm afraid it was the sheep bone that Zhao Yiran bought last time, but Xiaoling didn't finish eating it and hid it.

It was past eight o'clock, and Zhao Yiran felt that the time was almost over, so he picked up his cell phone and dialed Li Yuyan's phone number.

"Hey? Is it Sister Li?"

"Is it Detective Zhao? What happened early in the morning? Or the mirror..."

"Oh, it's not a mirror, it's a Tianya Forum post. I read the forum yesterday. The post you posted was gone. Did you delete it yourself?"

"Post? I didn't delete it. Please wait, I'll take a look."

...

A few minutes later, Li Yuyan's voice came from the phone again.

"Hey! It's strange, why is the post missing?"

"Detective Zhao, the post has been deleted, what's going on?"

Listening to Li Yuyan's words, Zhao Yiran frowned slightly and said, "Oh, nothing, it's not something you just deleted by yourself. It should be blocked by the forum backend."

"How is it? There is no strange noise tonight, right?"

Zhao Yiran thought about it and asked again.

"No more, thank you Detective Zhao this time."

...

After a few simple conversations, Zhao Yiran hung up the phone.

I have been thinking about the deletion of posts on Tianya Forum.

Why did you delete the post suddenly?

This is the biggest question in Zhao Yiran's mind.

Just as Zhao Yiran was thinking, the phone that had not yet been put down rang again.

The phone number is an unfamiliar number.

"Hey? Who?"

Zhao Yiran asked in doubt.

"Hello, is it Xiao Zhao?"

The voice of the middle-aged man came from the phone.

Listening to the sound is very familiar, it is Cheng Xinsheng.

From Cheng Xinsheng's tone, Zhao Yiran heard a hint of anxiety.

Um?

anxious?

Zhao Yiran's heart suddenly tightened and said, "Boss Cheng, it's me, what's wrong?"

"Xiao Zhao, I'm so sorry. Something went wrong with the three old pieces of furniture you ordered yesterday. I'm afraid it won't be available. Why don't you come to the store to check it out? Can I change it to you for something else?"

Cheng Xinsheng on the phone said a little apologetically.

In addition, Zhao Yiran judged through the sound from the phone that Cheng Xinsheng seemed to be running at this time, accompanied by the whistling wind.

"Something went wrong? What's wrong?

Boss Cheng, I have already told my classmates about the situation of the three furniture. He likes it very much. If it is changed, I am afraid it will be..."

Zhao Yiran asked hesitantly.

But I was secretly guessing in my heart.

"Xiao Zhao, I'm going to tell you that there was an accident in the truck that was sending furniture, and the furniture on the truck was broken... Look at this..."

"There was an accident? Where was it?"

Zhao Yiran interrupted Cheng Xinsheng and his heartbeat was a little rapid.

Zhao Yiran knew the most about old furniture.

That is a mysterious existence.

How could something happen if something goes wrong?

Could it be...

Zhao Yiran seemed to have thought of something.

He is going to go, he is going to the scene to see the situation.

“In the section of the Koushan Road in Jiangdong District…”

"Okay, I'm fine today. Let's take a look later. If there is still a chance to save it, and if you can practice it, there is no need to change it."

"Then~ OK..."

Cheng Xinsheng on the phone wanted to say something, but he had no choice but to say helplessly in the end.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Yiran acted immediately.

Changing clothes, carrying a bag of sweet potatoes that I took back from the small room yesterday, and shouting to Xiaoling, who was still gnawing on bones: "Xiaoling, hurry up! Let's go!"

Wow ~!

Hearing the master's shout, Xiaoling left his bones and followed in the master's footsteps.

The east district of Jiangcheng, the mountain road is not very far from where Zhao Yiran lives.

After all, it takes more than 20 minutes to get there in one area.

The so-called backing road, as the name suggests, is opened next to the mountain.

The mountain road is also one of the only main roads to enter and exit Jiangcheng except for the expressway.

...

When Zhao Yiran brought Xiaoling to the scene of the accident, he met Cheng Xinsheng with an anxious expression.

There was also a cordon at the scene, and several auxiliary police officers were helping to direct traffic.

Zhao Yiran trotted over.

Taxis cannot get there due to the congestion caused by the accident.

Along the way, Zhao Yiran saw the brake marks on the road ground.

It is a black mark left by the strong friction between the tire and the ground.

Until he reached the warning line where Cheng Xinsheng was located, there were still brake marks of about twenty meters on the ground.

The traces rushed to the periphery of the back mountain road and eventually disappeared.

With this, Zhao Yiran understood why Cheng Xinsheng mentioned the situation before when he called.

The truck that transported old furniture rushed down the mountain!

"Xiao Zhao, I went down to see the scene of the accident just now. The furniture was broken. I'm really sorry."

Cheng Xinsheng said helplessly.

Although there was not much money for Zhao Yiran's business, Cheng Xinsheng, who had always been honest and honest, felt a little guilty.

In addition, Cheng Xinsheng was also quite surprised that Zhao Yiran came here.

When he called before, the other party said he was coming, which made Cheng Xinsheng a little confused.

However, compared to the accident in his own freight truck, Cheng Xinsheng didn't think much about it. Maybe he really cares about the furniture he likes, right?

After all, Xiao Zhao also bought it for others, so it would be difficult to hand in the job.

Cheng Xinsheng thought so.
To be continued...