Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 5

"Well, boring."

Seeing this reply, Yu Zhile directly turned off the screen and threw the phone aside.

It is true that people with different brain structures have difficulty communicating.

Yu Zhile hung his coat on the back of the chair and walked to the bathroom.

On the way, she took off the turtleneck sweater. There was no lining inside the sweater, and the woman's white upper body was instantly exposed to the air.

Her waist was extremely thin, and when she was walking, under the black bra, two distinct waistcoat lines were outlined by darkness and light.

After taking off her clothes, Yu Zhile turned on the water of the shower head.

After waiting for a while right under the hand stand, the water was still icy cold. After a while, Yu Zhile laughed at herself. She had forgotten that the water heater couldn't be turned on because of the power outage today.

He didn't care, just squeezed shampoo from the shelf next to him, and took a cold shower.

patter.

patter.

at the same time.

In the bathroom of an apartment in Zhongshan Square.

The naked man stood under the shower, and while being blinded by the surging water, he raised his voice and asked outside:
"Anyone answer the text message—cough...cough cough..."

Lived up to expectations and choked in a lot of bath water...

"No--!"

Assistant Song, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, scanned the brand-new 7P lined up on the coffee table seriously and earnestly. After confirming that the screens were all black, he also replied loudly.

Although he didn't really understand this ancestor, why he was sent out in the middle of the night, so he had to get ten mobile phones and ten SIM cards anyway, and he had to insert all the cards to ensure that each mobile phone could communicate.

Even so, Assistant Song did it swiftly and delivered it to the door as quickly as possible.

"what--"

Apparently, the person inside was muffled by the sound of water.

Assistant Song cleared his throat and raised the decibel: "There is no text message——"

In the next second, the sound of water in the bathroom suddenly ceased.

Then, thud, the sound of things being used to the ground may come from an innocent bottle of shower gel, or a poor jar of conditioner.

Two minutes later, a man in a bathrobe came out in big strides. He was wet and menacing, and went straight to the coffee table with his mobile phone.

Then one by one, one after another, they turned on the phone and looked carefully, as if they couldn't believe that the woman really didn't reply to him.

It wasn't until he confirmed the last one that he slumped back to the sofa in bewilderment.

Collapsing into the soft sofa, Jing Sheng reached out and grabbed a pillow, hugged it in his arms, remained silent for a long time, with his mouth pursed, like a sullen little old man.

Assistant Song, who was sitting upright, glanced at him and asked, "Mr. Jing, who are you waiting for a text message?"

Knuckles tapped casually on the pillow, Jing Sheng put on a stiff face, and replied casually, "A dead woman."

"..." Hey, what's the matter with this slightly coquettish answer, which is similar to the "dead ghost" reply? Song Zhu calmed down and asked again: "Are you in love?"

"No."

"That's it?" After a pause: "Pursuit?"

"No."

"……"so?
Jing Sheng took a deep breath: "Stop talking."

After speaking, he got up from the sofa, went to the bed, took the notebook back, and opened it.

Enter the password, and a form on one page pops up all of a sudden.

Jing Sheng turned his notebook around, faced Song Zhu, and poked a name on it: "Make arrangements, go to this place tomorrow."

Song Zhu took a look and suggested, "Don't wait until you arrive in Chenfang Town and then go from house to house in order..."

"Just—go to this place," the young man stretched out the first word, smiling slightly as a threat.

Song Zhu, who was forcibly interrupted, pursed his lips: "Okay."

The next day, Jing Sheng came to Chenfang with his "demolition team".

In the morning of Chenfang, there is the smell of soybean milk, the smell of deep-fried dough sticks, the old man with white hair holding a birdcage at the alley, and the shimmer of new dew on the hanging leaves by the window.

It's not as noisy as the city center here, and it's peaceful and peaceful like a world away.

A dozen or so men in black formal suits suddenly appeared in the narrow alley, pressing down like a dense rain cloud, which would soon rain down a hailstone or form a snowy frost on the ground.

The children who were squatting on the stone floor and scribbling with chalk all stopped, raised their heads, and looked freshly at this group of strangers they had never seen before.

Especially the one who walked in the first place, he was different from others, besides wearing a black suit, he was also wearing a camel coat, which was very expensive at first glance.

He raised his eyebrows, drooped his eyelids, and walked slowly with a defiant look on his face.

A few people gathered around the door of the breakfast shop to watch, and the young people with some knowledge of the world recognized him.

The grandson of the chairman of Jingyuan Group.

The kid you see all the time in the papers and on the local radio.

On both sides of the alley, there are rows of small green brick buildings.

From the outside, the layouts are different, but in fact they remain the same.

"No. 15, Fanhua Lane, Chenfang Town," Assistant Song beside him announced the memorized address, and squinted at a room next to him: "This is 17, it was 18 just now."

"The next one should be 15."

About to arrive.

Jing Sheng couldn't help speeding up his pace, and his previously indifferent expression became focused.

Clench your fists and warm up, but unfortunately you are not wearing sneakers, wishing you could bounce two more steps, after all, the battlefield is right in front of you.

It is this battlefield that looks a bit like a junkyard.

Finally arrived at the destination, but unfortunately the door was closed.

Stopped in front of No. 15, an unusually plain door.

Jing Sheng walked up the only stone step, and the group stood behind him, waiting with bated breath.

Although everyone didn't quite understand why Mr. Jing Xiao appointed to come to this place first.

But it doesn't matter.

Anyway, it is not a day or two for him to do those random and unimaginable things.

Start with two taps.

silent.

Knock twice more, this time a little harder.

Still no response.

Damn, kick two feet.

Still no one answered, but the birds on the branches were alarmed.

Come here with great fanfare, don't want to be in vain.

For a time, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Song Zhu quickly warmed up the scene: "I'll go to the next door and ask."

With one fist resting on the door, Jing Sheng turned his head halfway, and waved his other hand in disgust: "Go."

As soon as we walked towards No. 16, the people inside had already come out first.

A middle-aged man with gray hair, but piercing eyes, calm and prestige, seems to be the head of the household.

He asked Assistant Song who to look for.

Assistant Song replied truthfully and wanted to find NO.15's house.

The middle-aged man passed him, looked at the people behind him, and then turned his gaze away and replied, "This house has been inhabited for a long time."

Jing Sheng obviously also heard this sentence, and asked from a distance, "Why don't you stop?"

The middle-aged man replied: "I haven't seen anyone for a long time. The old lady passed away the year before last. The son went to other places, and the wife is a live-in nanny. One of the grandchildren goes to school outside, and the other works outside, renting a house."

"Oh..." Jing Sheng was thoughtful, and asked again: "The granddaughter's name is Yu Zhile?"

The middle-aged man frowned, vigilantly smelling the strong purpose contained in this question: "Why do you ask this?"

"Looking at you, it must be so," Jing Sheng curled his lips, "This house belongs to her?"

Too many words and too many mistakes, the middle-aged man stopped talking, said "Anyway, no one lives in his house", and turned around and entered the house.

Although I didn't see anyone, it was not a waste of time.

Jing Sheng turned around, stepped down the steps, and was about to leave.

Before leaving, he lowered his head and studied the small nurseries on both sides of the meeting gate. The vegetation inside had just been repaired, and the soil had been turned over. It was obvious that someone had come two days earlier.

then……

Except for Jing Sheng, all members of the demolition team saw with their own eyes that Mr. Jing, his own family, took out his mobile phone happily and squatted into a ball...

Facing the small tree branch in the flower garden, click, click, and took several photos in succession.

Sweet dessert shop.

The phone sang for a long time, Zhang Sitian had no choice but to put aside a pile of baking tools in the sink, wiped her hands in a pink and white apron, and turned to answer the phone.

As soon as she left, Yu Zhile immediately took over and helped her wash the rest.

After rubbing for a while, she suddenly remembered something, took out a small box with colorful patterns from her trouser pocket, and put it on the cooking table.

Zhang Sitian hurried in after finishing the conversation, her tone seemed to be full of sweat: "Zhi Le! Zhi Le! My dad said they came to your house!"

"Who is it?" The hand that was rubbing the stainless steel mold paused.

Zhang Sitian frowned: "It's just your dad's debt collectors," she added, "My dad said they were all wearing black suits, they were tall and burly, scary."

Yu Zhile was a little puzzled: "Is your dad sure?"

"My dad said it should be."

Yu Zhile didn't mention the matter of her mother asking for money last night, but some speculations expanded in her mind, and she said, "I'll go home and have a look."

Zhang Sitian immediately held her arm, her eyes flushed with anxiety: "Don't, my dad said they are still in the town, eating in Uncle Qian's tavern, all of them are arrogant, like landlords .”

"I really want to go out." Yu Zhile pulled her hand away.

"What are you doing!"

"Go and see who it is."

It's suspicious. People who came to ask for money in the past were all rough and rough, not as decent as Uncle Zhang described.

She comforted Zhang Sitian who was more excited and scared than herself: "Don't worry, I'll just watch from a distance."

Seeing that the girl's pale complexion had improved a little, he said goodbye, picked up the helmet on the table, and walked outside.

Knowing that her friend made a quick decision, Zhang Sitian didn't stop her anymore, and only followed to the door of the baking room.

The bell rang lightly, and Yu Zhile had already left the door.

Looking back in a state of uncertainty, Zhang Sitian caught a glimpse of a small box on the table.

When you take it apart, it is a tube of hand cream with unique patterns.

The girl's eye circles were red again, she turned around and walked out.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Yu Zhile get off the motorcycle and come back with a look of impatience.

Zhang Sitian asked: "Aren't you going?"

Yu Zhile pushed the door open and entered, and responded lightly: "En."

"what happened?"

She walked in front of her, hanging the helmet between her fingers, letting it dangle back and forth: "Not those people."

"Who is that?" Zhang Sitian asked after her.

Yu Zhile didn't answer any more, just returned her silent back.

Just now, 1 minute ago, when she started the car, her cell phone vibrated.

It was the endless trembling movement last night again, stronger than the shaking of her motorcycle, enough to get her attention.

Someone sent nine pictures in one go, plus a text message to her.

Picture content: Some plants in the flower garden in front of her house.

Text content: It's too early, I don't know what to say, I wish your little sapling a New Year early, and wish you a prosperous Year of the Rooster.

Yu Zhile took a deep breath, and immediately understood the group of people Uncle Zhang described, or who that person was.

Ghosts linger.

(End of this chapter)