After a weekend of fermentation, the attempted jumping over the sky exploded early on Monday, and Fei Du had already been surrounded by two groups of people before he could walk out of the parking lot. Only then did he realize that he had transformed himself into an internet celebrity.

Mr. Fei held half a cup of "London Fog" that had already cooled down and thought about it for a while in his office. He felt that the money could not be spent in vain and that people could not be red. So he waved to the secretary and asked her to take advantage of the issue and ask someone from the marketing department to make a special plan on corporate social responsibility in the name of the company.

The secretary took the notebook and wrote down his sudden whim. Before leaving, she stopped talking for a long time, and her eyes turned red, so she asked carefully: "Mr. Fei, are you saying everything you said on the sky true?"

"Hmm?" Fei Du flipped his schedule casually, looked up and showed a smile of teasing and indulgence, "Of course not. Experts with suicide intervention prompted the lines later. That kind of occasion would not allow me to do whatever I wanted - why do you take everything seriously, it's too cute."

The flushing in the secretary's eyes immediately spread to his face, he spat, turned around and left.

"Hey, wait," Fei Du called her with a smile, "Does the company need me to sell my lust today?"

The secretary lady who had wasted maternal love rolled her eyes: "No, we don't need this precious intangible asset for the time being."

"That's good," Fei Du immediately took off the suit jacket he draped over his body and closed his notebook. "Then I'll go out and call if I have something to do."

Half an hour later, Fei Du had already picked up He's mother from the hospital and rushed to the municipal bureau together.

After all, Wang Xiujuan was seriously ill and was not young anymore. After experiencing such a great sorrow, she was left in the hospital for a weekend before she was barely discharged from the hospital and wanted to pick up He Zhongyi's body.

The death of a boy from a foreign land linked a major corruption and drug dealer that shocked the whole country. Yancheng Municipal Bureau had to set up a joint working group with the Discipline Inspection Commission, working overtime day and night.

In contrast, there are not so many people paying attention to the murder of He Zhongyi. Only Luo Wenzhou, Tao Ran, Lang Qiao and other people who took over the case from the beginning are responsible for the subsequent finishing work.

The appearance of He Zhongyi's body has been sorted out, but it looks less terrifying than when he was discovered on the roadside. His face is covered with the peace that the makeup artist has forcibly revealed.

Zhao Yulong and He Zhongyi's colleagues came to help spontaneously, and Ma Xiaowei also showed up under the supervision of Xiao Haiyang and another policeman.

Zhang Donglai didn't know whether it was under pressure or something, but he looked serious in the middle of the journey. Seeing Wang Xiujuan supported by Fei Du from afar, he shook his head uneasyly, walked over with his hands and feet, nodded at Wang Xiujuan with a stiff voice, and said, "Auntie, your son is really not something I killed."

Others were tall and big, and Wang Xiujuan took a step back with some fear.

Zhang Donglai scowled his stomach and thought for a while: "But I did hit him..."

Fei Du shaved a cold look at him, and Zhang Donglai rubbed his nose awkwardly, shut his mouth and didn't dare to say more, so he made a gesture to He's mother.

He's mother, Wang Xiujuan, was very thin. Every time Fei Du talked to her, he would bend his waist a little, looking particularly gentle. He sent Zhang Donglai with a look and attached it to He's mother's ear and said, "If you really can't do it, I can do the remaining procedures for you."

Wang Xiujuan shook her head with difficulty, then she broke away from Fei Du's hand, staggered forward a few steps, suddenly remembered something, and turned around and asked, "Has my Zhongyi made a mistake? Has he done anything bad?"

Fei Du lowered his eyelashes and stared at her. After a while, he said lightly and firmly: "No, aunt."

Zhao Haochang was very cunning, sensational, and made a perfect change of concepts. After listening to his statement, it only made people feel that the whole society was a big mud pit, and only he, a white lotus that was untainted from the mud, bloomed in full swing.

Only by relying on Lang Qiao and the others to dig out clues outside the field, and with Luo Wenzhou's continuous tricks and tricks, can we draw some truth from his mouth and piece together a broken ins and outs.

With hope and pressure, He Zhongyi came from a remote mountain village to the noisy Yancheng. He saw a lot of traffic, red men and green women, young girls of the same age, and young girls who were the same age were entering and leaving the campus with youth. Walking on the street, everyone could go directly into the street shots.

He was a newcomer and had no relatives or reason to live in the most dilapidated house. He stepped on the mud every day, and traveled between work and rented with the smell of the sewer. Apart from the dull middle-aged people, he was a group of unstudy boys who were not good at learning, gathered with yellow, gambling, and poison, and all kinds of bastards.

However, he calculated the accounts in the notebook every day with his fingers, saving money, and was reluctant to waste for a minute. He always wanted to do more, and could pay off the money he owed to others as soon as possible, treat his sick mother, and occasionally fantasized about one day gaining a foothold in this city.

He admired someone since he was a child. Although he strictly abides with the agreement with the other party and never tells anyone about his existence, he still couldn't help but want to get closer to him. Brother Fengnian was afraid of him. He Zhongyi thought about it and thought that it might be because he was too poor. In this huge Yancheng, who would be easy to travel around every day? Of course, he didn't want a poor relative who came to fight Qiufeng every few days. He had to carefully maintain basic contact with that person, greeted him occasionally, and then saved money desperately.

Greetings are necessary, even if others don’t like to pay attention to them - because they borrowed money from others, there is no reason to break off contact.

He finally saved enough money for the first time. It was not enough for the young man to slap a bottle of wine, but it was already the largest deposit in his life. He had to keep it very carefully, not dare to show off, nor dare to let anyone see it, because there were always roommates who were not clean and tidy. He Zhongyi always wanted to be at peace with his own hands and feet. However, Brother Fengnian was not easy to contact, so he had no choice but to find Zhang Ting. He happened to see her by chance.

He Zhongyi mustered up the courage to talk to her, and stammered in hopes to find out where the eldest brother was going from her, but unexpectedly scared the girl instead.

Because a strange man with a diligent attitude is not scary, the only thing that is scary is poverty and indecent.

The girl's fierce reaction brought him a stinking beat. It was nothing, but the man was watching from the side, calmly slamming his feet and dissuading him without raising his head. It seemed that he had never seen him. It was not until that moment that He Zhongyi realized that Brother Fengnian might really not want to have a fellow countryman like him.

They are not relatives or friends. They are more like mud ideas. They are thrown on other people's spotless white shirts and cannot be washed off. Even if the other party puts them on a new phone afterwards, they are very perfunctory.

He Zhongyi thought, when he paid back all the money, he would not contact him anymore.

Once when delivering goods, he saw Brother Fengnian and his friends chatting and laughing from afar. This time, he took the initiative to avoid them and did not come forward to complain. He accidentally heard that they were planning to go to a place called "Chengguang Mansion" to warm up.

He Zhongyi's body was covered with white cloth and was lifted out. Wang Xiujuan's eyes were instantly congested, and her knees softened. Everyone hurriedly came over to hold her up.

Her turbid tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, soaking her gray temples, and grabbed the cuffs of a person beside her: "I taught him to be good at treating people and be honest in life. Did I teach him the wrong one?"

No one could answer this question, so he had to remain silent.

Wang Xiujuan has limited educational level and can't understand the appraisal book. Tao Ran had to wait until her mood calmed down and asked her to sit down, read it one by one to her, explain it word by word. After explaining one sentence, Wang Xiujuan nodded blankly.

She didn't cry loudly, but just sat on the side quietly, shedding long and endless tears.

Zhang Donglai lowered his head and rubbed against Fei Du. He kicked the small stone on the ground with his toes, scratched his head and said, "Master Fei, Tingting asks me to inquire... Huh, what the hell is this matter! My second uncle wants to be transferred to the second line early because of this. Will our family be in trouble with Tai Sui this year?"

Fei Du looked at Wang Xiujuan a few steps away and suddenly asked, "Have you found that gray-striped tie?"

Zhang Donglai was stunned: "What?"

"No need to look for it. The tie is in the city bureau now," said Fei Du. "The blood stains of the victim He Zhongyi and your fingerprints were reported by someone after picking it up from your car."

Zhang Donglai opened his mouth and was dumbfounded for a while. His rusty brain finally ran the long reflex arc "Gala" and vaguely understood Fei Du's words. He stretched out his hand in a daze, stroked his hair that was laid out from his forehead to the back of his head, and let out a brief and powerful sigh: "Fuck!"

Fei Du patted his shoulder: "Let Tingting stop asking, stop the loss in time."

"Slow down, wait," Zhang Donglai waved his hand dizzyly, "You mean...who, who stole my tie and killed someone, and even fell on me? What do you mean?"

Fei Du glanced at him without comment.

"No, it's impossible? Isn't it good to him - Zhao Haochang? With his qualifications in Rongshun, your projects are his turn? I'm still introducing them! Tingting took him home, and my parents didn't have any objections to him. I treated him as a new son-in-law and treated him as a new son-in-law - what's wrong with me?"

Fei Du thought about it and replied: "Go for breath."

Zhang Donglai: “…”

Zhang Donglai used his limited brain to think about it for a while, but still couldn't believe it, and muttered: "It's impossible, I still think... is that guy Luo Wenzhou reliable? How can he..."

"If Luo Wenzhou is unreliable, you will be the murderer who is locked in and waiting for the public to be prosecuted." Luo Wenzhou himself was behind them at some point and pointed Zhang Donglai, "Young Master, be careful."

Zhang Donglai was a little afraid of him. When he saw Luo Wenzhou, his calves first turned around. At this time, he said behind his back that the person was being touched by the master. He didn't even dare to let go of his fart and ran away with a frightened look on his face.

Luo Wenzhou slowly came to Fei Du's side, stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the separation of life and death not far away: "What should she do in the future?"

"The boss of the Economic and Trade Building took the opportunity to take advantage of the popularity," said Fei Du. "We want to take the lead in launching a 'Rural Elderly Losing Foundation'. The press release has been issued, and we should be able to afford her future treatment and living expenses. But..."

But money can be given, but people can't come back.

Others can care for her materially, but no one can give her a son.

"By the way," Luo Wenzhou took out a few photos from the folder in his arms, "Show you something."

The photo shows a pen in the evidence bag. The texture of the pen can be felt through the camera. There is a carved word "Fe" on the cover of the pen: "One of Zhao Haochang's collections looks familiar, isn't it yours?"

He originally expected to see a little surprise on Mr. Fei's face, but Fei Du only glanced at it and said without surprise: "It turned out that it was lost on his side on Christmas Day last year."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

The date is exactly the same as Zhao Haochang's record. Those who don't know can think that it was given to him by Fei Du.

"When I can't find anything, I usually think about my mental state before and after and know where to put it," Fei Du shrugged. "If I can't find it, I can only be taken away - but there were many employees and guests entering and leaving my office that day, so I didn't say anything because I was afraid of unpleasantness."

Luo Wenzhou: "Don't you want to know what the label is?"

Fei Du shrugged, his eyes fell behind the pen photo - the camera pulled a little further and took a corner of the floor lamp in Zhao Haochang's basement. The specimen-like tree lamp was quietly lit up, like a bet from a distant time and space, always following the rural youth who changed their names that year.

"I don't want to do it very much," said Fei Du, "I don't have to give it back to me after the trial. It smells burnt, so I don't want it."

After settling Wang Xiujuan, Fei Du did not say hello to others, left quietly alone and drove straight to the suburbs.

It was just after the evening, and it was a little cloudy. The cemetery was full of steles, and the birds flew low, and the wet earthy smell came out from the ground. The sleeping dead stared at the coming and going.

Fei Du, carrying a bouquet of lilies, walked in his seventh year's footsteps and came to a somewhat old tombstone. The woman on the tombstone looked pale, her eyes were melancholy, and she was covered with a layer of fragile beauty, and she looked at him without fading.

Fei Du looked at her for a while, rolled up her sleeves, wiped the tombstone with a delicate soft cloth, then stretched out two fingers, kissed her gently, and printed it on the tombstone, showing a relieved smile in front of her for the first time.

It seemed that he finally pushed out the coffin that was pressing into his heart and put it in the vacant grave, and the dust settled.

Luo Wenzhou watched him leave from a distance, and then came over like a thief, put down a handful of small white chrysanthemums, and bowed to the woman on the tombstone.

He and the owner of the tomb silently communicated for a while, and were about to leave, suddenly, his face turned cold and it started to rain in the suburbs without warning.

Luo Wenzhou didn't bring an umbrella, and said "tsk". He was about to cover his head with his arms and run out in the rain. As soon as he raised his hand, a black shadow spread out on his head.
Chapter completed!