Dong Gan lives in the "Lanwan" community.

This is a very new residential area. A few years ago, it was a wet and cramped alley, and later it became a beneficiary of the vigorous urban renovation. Dong Gan's family also moved into the resettlement building with clear windows.

Newly built communities in recent years are very particular, such as "floor heating", "central air conditioning" and "new air system". In the past few years, the terms that were quite fashionable have become the standard configuration of residential buildings. The new generation of urban middle-class people have begun to buy quality of life, which requires location, quietness, service, and convenience. The old residents signed a relocation agreement in a daze and found a place to stay on the edge of "quality life", as if they were also integrated into the tide of "quality city"... Of course, only when they moved in, they knew that they just looked beautiful.

There is a thick isolation belt between the resettlement and commercial housing, with a sealed middle, with a bare concrete floor on one side and a bunch of flowers on the other side, which divides buildings with similar appearances into three or six.

When Xiao Haiyang and his colleagues came out of Dong Gan's house, they found that there was already a circle of people in the place where they parked the police car.

"This car came early in the morning," said an old man walking his dog, pointing to the police car, "I saw it when I bought breakfast, and I don't know what happened. I'm looking for it for so long."

"Don't you know, there is a murderer living here. I see the address found on the Internet is the building of this courtyard." The boy who looked like a student raised his cell phone to show the old man. The old man walking the dog narrowed his eyes and felt a little awe at the information flow that swept through like a storm.

"Hey, are those two policemen?"

Before Xiao Haiyang could open the car door, he was almost submerged in the mouths of the people.

"Uncle policeman, I heard that the murderer who bought/killed/killed lived here. Did you come for this?"

Xiao Haiyang was stunned at first, then shook his head repeatedly: "No, stop guessing, let me give in."

The boy holding his cell phone asked curiously: "Does he really have an illegitimate child?"

Before he finished speaking, a woman dressed up behind him pulled aside: "Don't ask about those useless gossips, and then go online and don't let you bring your phone with you---Police Officer, I'll ask a little, is the one who hits the person dead? Are you arrested? Live next door with the murderer..."

Xiao Haiyang paused his hand when he pulled the car door, then pretended not to hear it, and lowered his head and got into the car without saying a word.

"Hey, why are you leaving? What can you do if you answer? This is also a safety issue that concerns the masses!"

The man who parked next to him complained softly: "I have long said that I shouldn't buy such a house that is close to the resettlement. You don't know who lives next to you..."

Xiao Haiyang stepped on the accelerator before his colleague closed the car door and left the parking lot of the residential area as if he was chased by something. As soon as he opened the community gate, he met a van with a certain media sign printed on it. The colleague was sharp-eyed and quickly patted Xiao Haiyang: "Walk from the path next to it, don't cause trouble."

As soon as Xiao Haiyang hit the steering wheel, he turned into a twisty path. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of several people carrying instruments from the van. He ran and chased them a few steps. Seeing that he couldn't catch up, he had to stop and take a few photos of the police car passing from a distance.

The colleague looked back nervously and confirmed that there were no outstrips. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said to Xiao Haiyang: "The wind is so fast. Haiyang, I tell you, it's not as good as before. If you encounter this situation when investigating a case, you must remember to control your mouth. If you don't know how to play Tai Chi, you will run away quickly. There is no official announcement on it. We can't say a word more. This is discipline, otherwise you will turn around and wait for the boss to clean up."

Xiao Haiyang nodded a little dullly at first. After a while, he suddenly asked blankly again: "Can Dong Xiaoqing still live here?"

My colleague first said "um" in confusion, then came to his senses and waved his hand indifferently: "It must be uncomfortable for a while, and it will be better after a while. Everyone is so busy. Who has such a long memory? Don't worry, no one will remember it in a month or two."

Xiao Haiyang responded with great concern. He was not as rampant as he was himself. He was even a little too cautious. When he saw the light changing from a distance, he gently stepped on the brakes. The old official car stopped slowly like moistening things, almost without feeling shaking.

"But she will definitely not forget it." Xiao Haiyang said suddenly.

The colleague looked at him in surprise.

"If we can't find clear evidence in the end, proving that Dong Gan was the murderer or innocent, this matter will never be overcome in her heart. At first, others asked her and suspected her, she would argue desperately, and she would not believe that her father was the murderer even if she died. But this matter would be like a thorn, which would pop up every now and then, like Schrödinger's box."

My colleague didn't expect that he had so many thoughts suddenly, so he asked back with a frown: "Schrödinger? Isn't it a cat?"

"The box for cats," Xiao Haiyang stared at the signal light. His glasses slid slightly down. The frame covered his eyelids, which were a bit gloomy. "If you don't open it for a day, you won't know if the cat is still there. This box will always be stuck in your heart, making you unable to put anything else. When it darkens every day, you will circumvent the box like a thorn in your throat, and you will doubt it every day... This kind of unsolved trauma will never be cured for the rest of your life."

When ordinary people speak in daily life, they either use tooth to spank or communicate with things. In the cultural concept of oriental people, they communicate with people who are not very close to each other, which makes them less "daily", and they will be somewhat embarrassing and profound in conversation.

My colleague stammered for a moment, and didn't know how to take on this endless long and long speech, so he had to laugh dryly.

Xiao Haiyang was like a person immersed in his own world. He had no embarrassment from his companions at all, and did not expect other people's answers. He said it himself, shut up and didn't know what he was immersed in.

In Lanwan Community, Dong Xiaoqing sat alone in the living room, holding up the phone, and the local TV station was scrolling by Zhou's explosive news. The name of the driver of the accident, "Dong", flashed from time to time from a certain inconspicuous corner. There were three cups of cold tea on the coffee table, indicating that a guest had just visited.

The people on the phone spoke very kindly, and it was their human resources manager: "Little Dong, you see, you have a lot of things happening in your family recently. Even if it is the busy season, everyone is very considerate of you. I have asked the boss for instructions. The leaders unanimously think that you should take a break first, make adjustments, and not be in a hurry to work... If there are any difficulties, you can tell the company at any time that we can solve it, we will try our best to help you, okay?"

This is the meaning of dismissing her tactfully. Dong Xiaoqing could understand it. She didn't want to show an ugly look, so she tried her best to suppress the tremolo: "Okay, Manager Wang, please trouble you."

"Oh, no trouble, no trouble," the other side breathed a lot of relief for her good deeds. Seeing that Dong Xiaoqing was so aware of her, his tone softened again, "When encountering such a thing, Brother Wang has nothing to help you. I just made a report with the boss and applied for you for an additional salary and subsidy for a quarter..."

There was a perseverance knocking outside the door: "Ms. Dong is at home? We are from Yandu Evening News, and I would like to ask you a few questions."

"...... I'll give you one-time credit, although it won't be much, at least it's better than nothing. If you need a job recommendation letter in the future, come to me."

"Miss Dong? Strange, there should be someone inside. I heard a sound... Hello, is there anyone at home?"

Dong Xiaoqing took a deep breath with difficulty and hugged her head.

Those noisy sounds are like water. The water flows back and forth, and it may not be good intentions or malicious. Only those who enter the vortex struggle and block their orifices will know what the so-called "demonstration disaster" feels like.

But if the Demon Ding Ding Ding Ding, he cannot blame this drop of water or that drop of water.

Then who should I make sense to?

No one has come up with a single result from ancient times to the present.

Dong Xiaoqing didn't know how she had dealt with the company's call, but she became an automatically winding walking corpse. It took her unknown how long it took to come back to her senses.

The person outside the door finally left, and the phone case was twisted off by herself. When the news broadcast of the TV was broadcasted with curiosity, it started to play daily variety shows again.

She curled herself in a daze, staring at the next note with a phone number written on the teacup - it was left by the policeman wearing glasses just now, and told her that if she remembered any clues or had any difficulties, she could go to him at any time.

"Hait." Dong Xiaoqing thought expressionlessly.

At this time, the noisy doorbell rang again.

Dong Xiaoqing was shocked and a nameless fire surged in her heart for no reason. She suddenly stood up, grabbed the glass on the table, and was about to aim at the door and smashed it over. The word "get out" was stuck in her throat.

“Express delivery – is there anyone at home?”

Dong Xiaoqing paused, and the water cup rolled off her accumulated fingertips and fell on the sofa. Half a cup of water made the sofa wet. The person at the door tried to knock on the door, muttering "No one", followed by a "squeak". The courier stuffed the package into the small compartment of the weak electric well in the corridor as usual and left hurriedly.

Dong Xiaoqing pressed a few napkins on the wet sofa cushion to absorb water. After hesitating for a moment, she carefully looked out at the "cat's eyes" and confirmed that there was no one outside. Then she quickly pushed the door open a small gap and retrieved the express package like a thief.

The thing was not very heavy and was packed very carefully. She remembered that she had not bought anything. Who would deliver the express delivery at this time? Dong Xiaoqing turned over the express delivery order in confusion, and then she was stunned-

This is the address of a freight company where Dong Qian worked during his lifetime. Both the sender and the recipient were Dong Qian.

The cause of Zhou Junmao's death is a mystery. As the suspect, Dong Qian's personal belongings stored in his unit and at home were investigated by the police, but he missed this "China Slow Delivery" email that he had to walk in the same city for two or three days.

Dong Xiaoqing couldn't wait to tear open the package with her bare hands. The first one fell out was a black and white portrait of a woman. There was also a photo hanging in her living room. It was her mother who died early in her childhood. The back was a shocking picture of the car accident scene and a death certificate issued by the hospital after the rescue was ineffective at the time.

A newspaper clipping was posted behind the death certificate, which was related to the car accident in which Dong Xiaoqing's mother died.

Dong Xiaoqing thought it was a treasured property of her father, but she was about to skip it, but her eyes accidentally swept to a few words in the old newspaper. She seemed to pour a basin of cold water on her head and instantly woke up from her confused state. It turned out that the protagonist of the report was not the innocent woman who died in a car accident, but a very famous entrepreneur at that time.

The entrepreneur drove on the road and was suddenly rear-ended by a large cargo. The car lost control and rushed into the next lane, which affected another passing truck, causing a series of car accidents. The owner of the car and the driver of the accident died on the spot. The passing vehicle that was affected for no reason were Dong Gan and his wife. Both of them were sent to the hospital for rescue. The wife was seriously injured and unfortunately died after the rescue failed.

Dong Xiaoqing raised her hand and eagerly poured out everything in the package - there were unknown driving route maps, some mimeographed hand-drawn drawings, huge bill copies that I don’t know what to do, several close-ups of license plates and a stack of strangers’ personal information.

One of them is Zhou Junmao!

There was a photo on the back of the introduction of Zhou Junmao's life, which was the Bentley that the old man was riding at the time of the car accident.

Dong Xiaoqing's heart jumped up "raised", and her hands couldn't help but tremble. She saw an envelope under a large stack of documents, which said "Xiaoqing" was written crookedly, which was Dong Gan's sloppy and a bit naive!

In a blink of an eye, it has been a few days since Zhou Huaijin's kidnapping case. Not only has the popularity not subsided, but it has become increasingly fierce. All the photos and reports of Zhou Huaijin participating in commercial activities in his early years were revealed, and even the mysterious founder of Zhou's family was mentioned again after decades of disappearance.

"This person's Chinese name is 'Zhou Yahou'... I'm going, I'm so handsome," Lang Qiao walked around the office. "He is a mixed-race between China and the United States, with more Chinese ancestry, and his wife is also a Chinese, a second-generation immigrant, and his family is rich. He dropped out of a prestigious school and went to work in business. Zhou Junmao was completely a follower at that time, not to mention Zheng Kaifeng. When Zhou Yahou formed his own company, he had just smuggled out of the country and was still a gangster who hid and hid in Tibet."

Tao Ran looked up in surprise and asked, "Did Zheng Kaifeng smuggle out?"

"I ran away as a teenager," said Lang Qiao, "I spent several years under the snake head. Later, I somehow got to know Zhou Junmao's legal status. Look at the miserable appearance of that year, and then look at the current situation in life... it's really hard to say."

Someone protested next to him: "Jojo, don't walk around, it makes me dizzy."

"I'm hungry, comrade," Lang Qiao wailed, "our keeper is already ten minutes late, and my stomach is digesting itself."

As soon as she finished speaking, a pancake smell floated in along the corridor. Lang Qiao rushed to the door in two steps, as if the people in the occupied areas saw the understanding/rest/army, and shouted affectionately: "Boss!"

Luo Wenzhou made a mistake in giving her: "Stay the key point."

"Hungry children don't need to be steady," Lang Qiao hurriedly took away the things in his hand, "Hey, why did you buy so many things today?"

Luo Wenzhou said nothing and said to himself: "Who knows what I don't want to eat when I'm forcing me to do that."

It was Friday, and it was the day when Fei Du came to report to the bureau. Luo Wenzhou originally bought breakfast as usual, but he thought of this, and then he went around and bought something else, but was accidentally late.

He pretended to be innocent and walked into the office. He saw Fei Du’s empty table at a glance. He immediately looked like a gentleman: “Didn’t I emphasize discipline? What’s the situation? Tao Ran, call him, when did you come and have not arrived yet? Where did you go to fool me?"

Tao Ran: “…”

Luo Wenzhou realized that everyone's expressions were very strange: "What do you think of me?"

Lang Qiao winked and pointed to a coat hanging on Fei Du’s seat, and deliberately "lowered" the sound to the point where everyone could hear it: "I arrived half an hour ago, and went to President Lu’s office."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

Tao Ran slowly added: "Oh, yes, Director Lu called the office to find you just now. I answered it. He scolded me and asked me, "Can Luo Wenzhou's freedom and scattering be better?"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."
Chapter completed!