When I came here before, Xiao Hu Zi told Xia Qinian that except for himself, only Xu Zhihai would use a printer to help him print the order.

Ai Liang took away the memory card, and there was no expression on his cold face.

Xiaomoustache wanted to say a few words, but she still held back in the low atmosphere.

"Boss Sun, I picked up a good thing and come and see how much it is."

A vulgar voice came outside the door first, and then a hunchbacked old man pushed the door open and entered.

"Isn't this the student kid two days ago? Why are you here again?"

Seeing Ai Liang, the hunchbacked old man quickly reacted with disgust.

The hunchbacked old man would not even give Ai Liang a good face. Last time, it was because of him that the time to pick up rags was delayed by an hour, and many valuable goods were picked up by others.

Ai Liang saw that it was a coincidence. He just planned to go find him and came to him.

"I want to ask you something."

"I don't have time! I'm going to pick up rags. Boss, please help me see how much this microwave oven is worth."

The hunchbacked old man didn't even look at Ai Liang, and he refused directly.

But the next moment he didn't care about the broken microwave in his hand.

Ai Liang once read a book and there is a saying in it: There is only one way in the world to encourage others to do anything, that is, to give him what he wants.

What can the hunchbacked old man busy picking up rags for?

Not for money.

Facing the money Ai Liang handed over to exude the ink fragrance, the hunchbacked old man looked straight.

Good, picking up rags for a month is only the most money.

The hunchbacked old man rolled his Adam's apple and swallowed with difficulty: "Give it to me?"

Ai Liang, who took the initiative, just shook the money in front of him and brought out a gust of fragrant wind.

"Have you seen these two people in the photo?"

Ai Liang took out his cell phone and clicked on the photo of the class that he was coming from Fang Xiaoxiao in the morning. Wang Zi and Gao Jiajia were caught by him.

"I'm a little familiar, I just can't remember it."

The hunchbacked old man shook his head, his eyes never left the money.

Seeing this, Ai Liang stuffed the banknotes back into his pocket.

This time, the hunchbacked old man knew he was anxious, and his elderly brain was running rapidly.

"Wait a minute! I remembered that it was that boy who kicked my leg two years ago and swollen!"

Ai Liang pointed at Gao Jiajia again and asked, "Where is this?"

The hunchbacked old man dodged his eyes: "I don't know."

Even if you don't read this attitude, you can tell that he is lying.

When I saw him glance around, I knew that he must have harassed Gao Jiajia back then and then there was a scene where Wang Ziying saved the beauty.

Ai Liang stuffed the money directly into the old man's broken pocket of the hunchback and asked, "Two years ago, your leg was kicked and swollen, did Xu Zhihai help you back?"

"How did you know?"

The hunchbacked old man looked shocked.

Ai Liang looked at the hunchbacked old man with incredible expression and understood completely that it was him.

"The last question, did Xu Zhihai come to the recycling bin today?"

The hunchbacked old man had holes everywhere in his pockets of clothes. He folded the money given by Ai Liang and stuffed it to the sole of his shoes so that the money would not be lost.

He was busy wearing shoes while answering Ai Liang's questions.

"Zhi Hai? He came here in the morning. What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with him?"

"Nothing, I just want to ask him if he has collected any books recently."

Ai Liang made up a reason to fool him.

The hunchbacked old man undoubtedly had him, because Xu Zhihai also said that Ai Liang invited him to eat pancakes every day to change two books to read.

The bearded man was next to him but stopped talking. When Ai Liang looked for him, he said that he was here to investigate the murder case. Now he suddenly asked about Xu Zhihai...

Xiaomoustache didn't dare to speak too much for fear of causing trouble, so she could only stand aside and remain silent until Ai Liang left.

"The children of rich families are different. They run to the recycling station every day, just come a few more trips."

The hunchbacked old man didn't know what Ai Liang was here for.

He only knew that he would make money by answering two questions casually, and he wanted Ailiang to do a few more times.

The mustache glared at the hunchbacked old man.

How many more times? That kid came here without taking a murder. You must have to die, right?

He could only think about this in his heart and never dared to say it.

......

Ai Liang looked at the school gate and felt mixed emotions.

He walked towards the school gate with his computer bag.

He was wearing a baseball cap on his head and carrying something in his hand. This suspicious outfit attracted the attention of the doorman.

After approaching the school gate, the guard immediately stopped him: "Outsiders register first!"

Because of Gao Jiajia's death, the school guards were much more responsible than before. In the past, when someone entered the school, he would take a look at it at most.

"I am a student here and I showed up at the conference yesterday."

Ai Liang took off his baseball cap and showed his true face.

"Oh, it's you. Are you not the student who helped the police solve the case? Why are you here now? What are you carrying?"

When the guard saw Ai Liang's face, his tone suddenly relaxed a lot.

"I asked for a long vacation from the school yesterday. Today I came to the school to find someone. Are glasses in school?"

Ai Liang said as he opened the computer bag and showed it to the doorman.

The guard flipped through it a few times and returned the computer bag to Ai Liang.

"You said the glasses that picked up rags? You should be drawing talismans in the broken house now."

The doorman pointed in the direction of the broken house, obviously very familiar with glasses.

Or it is difficult for Xu Zhihai, a rag-picking person, to come in and out at the school gate every day, to be unfamiliar with him.

Ai Liang was carrying a computer bag and approaching the broken house step by step. This time his pace was much heavier than before.

The crunch, the wooden door and the door frame make a tooth-stricken friction sound, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

As usual, Xu Zhihai lay on the three-legged table and wrote and painted.

He looked up at the door after hearing the sound.

"Hey, why are you here?"

Xu Zhihai still had that stupid smile on his face.

Ai Liang did not answer his question, and silently took out the computer from his bag and put it on the broken stool.

"Grandma Liu doesn't know what you like to read, so she gave me a bunch of old books, and you'll pick it..."

"Wang Qiang, did you kill it?"

Ai Liang turned on the computer with his back to Xu Zhihai, and Xu Zhihai also put his back to Ai Liang and packed up his old books.

"Who is Wang Qiang? Why am I..."

"Wang Qiang is the person who deleted your sister's car accident surveillance three years ago. You can't not remember it."

After turning on the computer, Ai Liang turned around and looked at Xu Zhihai who was half-squatting.

When talking about the car accident three years ago, Xu Zhihai remained motionless as if he had been pressed by the pause button.

“Can the King of Crete judge himself in the past?

The temptation of desire makes the later-knowledge collect the magic box of disaster

The orchard's elves are cast incarnated as the God of Beauty and Love

The goddess who is keen on provoking disagreement

Why don't you avoid the self-intoxicating daffodils?

The Earth Goddess who gave birth to everything

The Mother of Monsters in the Source of Sin should sink forever”

Ai Liang slowly recited the poems in his notebook.
To be continued...