Mu Chuan Xiang Wan

Chapter 83, Pickled Fish is Delicious

Things have been going on for many years.

Society is developing too fast.People, things, and relationships all change a lot, and it is not easy to find them.

Huo Shan has long lost contact with the person who subcontracted the concrete masonry. He also said that he no longer had many information lists back then.

Bai Muchuan asked a policeman named Xie Hui from the criminal investigation team to go to the Urban Construction Bureau to search the files of the imperial palace buildings, and then asked Tang Yuanchu to take the lead in investigating Sun Shangli's lover.

Apart from his name, Huo Shan only knew that he was Sun Shangli's college classmate.

Therefore, Tang Yuanchu decided to investigate from the school.

Sun Shangli is from Jincheng, and spent her university days in Shancheng.

That was another city hundreds of kilometers away from Jincheng.

Tang Yuanchu approached the Shancheng police to assist in the investigation. In the afternoon, the feedback came back.

Sun Shangli did have a classmate named Tan Ziyang during college.

However, from the teacher to the classmates back then, no one knew that they were a couple.

Therefore, after Sun Shangli became popular, this gossip was silent on the Internet, and no one ever mentioned that she had a first love named Tan Ziyang.

According to the student status files obtained by the Shancheng police at the school, Tan Ziyang is not from Shancheng, but a native of Harbin.A classmate who stayed at the school to teach said that Tan Ziyang did work in Jincheng for a period of time after graduation, and occasionally chatted a few words in the classmate group. Later, he said for a while that he would leave Jincheng and go back to his hometown, Harbin.

Later, he cut off contact with his classmates.

Now the pace of life is fast, and the contact between classmates is too limited. If a classmate does not show up for a few years, no one will suspect that there is an abnormality.

The next day, Tang Yuanchu went to Harbin to learn about the situation.

Two days later, he came back.

Tan Ziyang's family is very poor. His mother remarried when he was young. An old father had cataracts for many years, and his eyesight was a problem.

His son has not been back for several years, and the old father, who is tired of life, has not even reported his disappearance.

The sorrow of the poor is evident.

Tang Yuanchu bought some daily necessities for Tan Ziyang's old father, collected DNA for testing, and the results were not too surprising.Those human tissues sealed in the wall on the fifth floor of the imperial palace have a 97% chance of being parent-child with Tan Ziyang's old father.

"Boss, do you want to apply for the arrest of Huo Shan?"

Tang Yuanchu was full of enthusiasm. It was the first time he supervised such a case, and the young man was very energetic.

However, Bai Muchuan shook his head, "Let the boss of the imperial palace come to Jincheng to assist in the investigation!"

"Ah!" Tang Yuanchu looked confused.

Isn't Bai Munian, the owner of the imperial palace, his cousin?
This... Tang Yuanchu didn't understand at all.

"Boss, you don't doubt him..."

"No!" Bai Muchuan narrowed his eyes slightly, "I wonder if there are similar human tissues in other buildings of the Imperial Palace. It's fine to knock on a wall, I can't demolish the entire Imperial Palace for him, can I?"

"..."

"Bring more police dogs, from the first floor to the ninth floor, look carefully on each floor!"

can't you?A wall is scary enough.

If there are everywhere, what is the place in the Imperial Palace?

The walls are full of dead people?

When Tang Yuanchu thought of this, his back felt numb and cold.

"Boss, what's going on with Xie Hui?"

"There's no progress." Bai Muchuan frowned, "On the files of the Urban Construction Bureau, the contractor is Huo Shan's company. He is responsible for the entire project, and there is no file of subcontractors."

"So Huo Shan is lying?"

"Not necessarily. When some construction companies won the project, because of the funds and risks, they would subcontract it privately. This is the connection between the company and the company. There must be information on Huoshan. I asked Xie Hui to check him directly. Go to the company!"

"So this Huo Shan is strange. The deceased is his rival in love, and he dislikes him the most. It stands to reason that in order to shirk responsibility, shouldn't he try to give us the information of the subcontractor?" Tang Yuanchu said with a look on his face. puzzled.

Bai Muchuan pondered, then suddenly sneered, "He may not be the murderer, but he must have something to do with the murderer."

……

Xiang Wan stayed at home for two days, but he couldn't sit still until he heard from Bai Muchuan.

When Bai Muchuan sent her back that day, he told her not to guess the progress of the case casually in the novel, so as not to affect the police to solve the case.

In fact, she didn't understand how to write a novel and what it had to do with the police solving the case.

However, the police and the public cooperate.Police officer Bai explained, and she had no choice but to follow through.

Therefore, in the past two days, her novel has no progress on the case at all. Every day, she writes about the small ambiguity between police officer Fang Yelan and Rong Xiaonuan due to the case, and the occasional police officer Gu Yusheng who gets in the way. Out of the unrivaled love triangle.

Damn it!

What a joke!

Looking at the emotional scene he wrote, Xiang Wan was so embarrassed that he wanted to pull his hair.

No, this case cannot be delayed any longer.From the perspective of rhythm, there must be progress.

She is writing novels, this is her job, how do the police solve the case?

Xiang Wan decided to treat herself to a good meal, and revealed the plot tonight.

In the past two days, she and Fang Yuanyuan have been ordering takeaways all the time, making their stomachs feel uncomfortable. Today, they greeted the toilet at least ten times, and suddenly had an uncontrollable desire for home-cooked food.

Pickled fish.

Mapo tofu.

Twice-cooked pork, spicy chicken...

No, no, no!
After thinking about it, she swallowed, changed her clothes, and went out to buy groceries with her bag.

Today is Friday.

Probably because of the next two weekends, I met adults and children on the road after get off work and school, all of them looked happy.

Infected by Xiang Wan, she put aside the matter of the novel, carefully picked out a lot of dishes and brought them back. When she went upstairs, she was so tired that she was out of breath.

Hey, this old waist, if you don't exercise, it will rust.

She sighed, put the vegetable bag on the ground, straightened her waist, and prepared to take a rest before leaving.

Suddenly, there was a faint cry of a child in my ears.

Xiang Wan subconsciously looked up.

She is currently standing on the corridor on the third floor, and the cry came from above.

Could it be the little boy on the fourth floor?
Xiang Wan stood and listened for a while, the child's crying was so heartbreaking that no one could ignore it.

Will something happen?Do you want to go up and ask?
The two voices in Xiang Wan's heart started to argue fiercely again.

One said, don't mind your own business, he has a mother, what do you say when you knock on the door?Idiot?

One said, what if something happens to the child?Doesn't that mean that you can't save yourself?
Another said, which child does not cry?You can't help but cry once, Xiang Wan, are you stupid?

Another said, no, I can't listen to it, I have to ask.

In the end, Xiang Wan stood at the door of the family on the fourth floor with her vegetable bag in hand.

The crying came from inside, only the children were crying, and no adults were heard.

Xiang Wan gently knocked on the door, "Little friend, are you home alone?"

"Little friend, did you hear Auntie's voice? Are you feeling unwell? Is your mother at home?"

She knocked several times, and the child finally approached the door sobbing, and responded to her with tears.

"Mom isn't home..."

The childish voice of the milky voice is inexplicably distressing.

Xiang Wan was glad that she came to knock on the door.

Afraid of scaring the child, she lowered her voice more softly.

"Then don't cry, wait for mom at home obediently, watch TV or something..."

"I'm hungry! Woooo...I'm so hungry..."

hungry?Xiang Wan looked at the snacks in his bag.

"Then you open the door, and Auntie will give you something to eat."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

I still know this!

Xiang Wan felt ashamed, feeling that the children nowadays are very defensive.

But what if he is hungry?
Xiang Wan thought for a while, then said, "I'm that aunt upstairs, we meet often, do you remember? I'm not a bad person, just open the door a crack, and I'll hand you something, just... "

The room suddenly opened.

There was no prelude, nor did she wait for her to finish.

Xiang Wan: ...

Who said that children have a strong sense of prevention?

Said it was the aunt upstairs, and immediately opened it.

A little face wrinkled from crying appeared in the door, with tears and snot hanging on it.

"Aunt……"

Pretty polite.

Xiang Wan smiled and wiped his face with paper, and gave him some biscuits and bread that he had bought.

"Here, take it and pad your stomach first."

"Thank you auntie!"

The child took the food and stuffed it into his mouth, and the look of gobbling it seemed that he was really hungry.Xiang Wan felt a little distressed. He was completely immune to such a cute child, and his eyes curled up when he laughed.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

"Hmm, woo..."

"Where did your mother go? Why did you leave you alone at home?"

She asked casually, but the child suddenly became wary. He bit the bread and raised his tearful eyes to look at her, then lowered his head and didn't say a word.

"Little guy!" Xiang Wan patted his head, "Okay, go in quickly, lock the door, auntie is going upstairs too."

"Mom..." Xiang Wan was taken aback by the little guy's sudden cry.

Mother?She followed the child's gaze to look behind her.

The woman, wearing a white dress with a pale face, was standing behind her, looking at her.

The corridor was cold and cold, and her eyes were also cold and cold, motionless, like a ghost.

Mom!Xiang Wan's heart pounded and he almost died of fright.

How can someone walk so silently?
Xiang Wan forced herself to be calm, and smiled at her, "Are you back?"

The woman looked at her, then at the child who had stopped crying, "Thank you."

"No, no." Xiang Wan said awkwardly, "You walk so lightly that I didn't even hear you."

The woman smiled, "You were too absorbed in your words and didn't pay attention."

"That's right." Xiang Wan felt awkward talking to her every time, and pointed upstairs, "Then I'll go back first."

"How much?" The woman asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Xiang Wan looked at her expressionless face in bewilderment.

"These things." The woman pointed to the food that the child was eating, "How much?"

"Oh, no money. Hey, how much does it cost for a child to eat something? Don't worry about it, neighbor."

"Thank you!" The woman came over, hugged the child and pushed open the door.

Xiang Wan waved at their mother and son, and when he walked up the corridor, he couldn't help but turn his head.

The mother and son were still standing at the door watching her, quietly.

That picture, inexplicably, had a sense of sight from a ghost movie, which suddenly made her feel a little creepy...

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　The reason for taking this title is that I really want to eat pickled fish~
　　It's delicious, it's delicious!The most uncomfortable thing to do when wandering outside is the food. After eating, the food from my big Sichuan is delicious.

　　Take the children to play this afternoon. If I come back early, I will do the second update. If it is late, I will update it tomorrow.Everyone can come to brush it at night, no need to wait.I dare not promise the time because I am afraid of missing the appointment. After all, you are my lover, and I cannot casually miss the appointment.Well, promises are for practice, not for picking up girls (serious face)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)