Girlfriend's Conspiracy

He put away the phone and left. I asked the waiter to check out, put the money on the table and immediately turned around to follow.

The man walked happily, obviously in a good mood.

Hehe, you're in a good mood. I'll make you smile. The soil on Taisui's head can't be moved. After walking for a while, he turned into the slum and walked into a dilapidated bungalow. It was windy on all sides. Even the door was dilapidated and useless. Maybe such a family would not be visited by thieves. Even if they looked poor, the thieves gave him two bags of rice during the new year's Festival.

I heard the collision of old-fashioned bicycle parts behind me. I turned and looked at an old man in his 60s, riding a double eight bicycle and holding a red flag canal in his mouth. Yang Qing stopped the cyclist: "Sir, do you know how the people live here?"

You say rich and noble. Although the child is not very good, he is also a poor child. The uncle pulled out the smoke from his mouth, propped up the feet of shuangba bicycle and walked to Yang Qing to highlight a mouthful of smoke: poor! When this society forces people to a dead end, there is only one way. Crime is not shameful, but it is terrible. Step by step, and this child is a poor man on this road of no return.

I put the cigarette back into my mouth, took a deep breath, and looked like an expert in the world, holding a PU fan in his hand, talking and laughing. I smoked the red flag canal at one breath, threw it on the ground, rode on my bike and left. I looked at my back and was stunned. I thought: it's not simple.

When I returned to the company, I once called out the monitoring and carefully checked the main characteristics of Wang Fugui and the men in the monitoring. The male characteristics in the monitoring are basically the same as those of Wang Fugui. Because he can't see his face clearly in the monitoring, it's not sure that Wang Fugui is the person who sends the wreath. His stomach growls to remind me that it's time to eat. Go to the street stall outside and order casually. First eat some to top my stomach: a bowl of stewed noodles and a plate of peanuts.

I was shouting this. Yu Guangyi saw the old man riding a bicycle eating here. I went to the opposite table and sat down: Sir, do you remember me? The uncle pressed out the last red flag canal on the table and looked up at me.

Pat your clothes and say: young man, you well-dressed college student, also come to this small place for dinner. Yang Qing has a black face, which is regarded as a delicate childe: Sir, I don't think you speak like an old man in cloth who lives in the slum. My face is full of black lines: if I had money, I could still jump in the slums and become a good worker. I've seen many of these things. By the way, young man, what are you asking about Wang Fugui?

I've been sent a wreath to the door. I'm depressed, too, okay! I'm curious. Isn't it poor for a man with sound hands and feet to live in such a dilapidated house. The uncle took out another cigarette, and I quickly handed over the lighter: the boy's curiosity killed the cat. I didn't remind you. Wang Fugui is not a good man. There seems to be a boss behind him. You should be careful. People do things for others and annoy Wang Fugui. Fortunately, the people behind him are not simple.

The boss put a bowl of stewed noodles and a plate of peanuts in front of me. I picked up chopsticks and ate them. The uncle watched me twist out the smoke in my hand, put on my coat and walk to shuangba bicycle, humming the red flag of the Great Wall

While I was eating noodles, I began to think about the connection. I took out my mobile phone and called Li Yi: Li Yi, help me check the details of Wang Fugui, especially the bank accounts. Li Yi promised to ask me to wait for an answer. He's so poor. He probably doesn't have a job according to my uncle. Similarly, he won't have an economic source. As long as he finds the money in the account, we can know whether he is the man under monitoring.

I got up and walked near Wang Fugui's house. I couldn't just wait for the investigation results, wondering if he would go out and see what he was going to do. I came to the dilapidated house and looked inside through the empty door.

There was no light in the room, but it was very bright, because a hole was also opened in the roof. Behind the door was a bottomed rice bag. Wang Fugui was lying in bed playing with the greedy snake in Nokia. Wang Fugui got out of bed with a bag to pack up. He should be going out. I got up and walked out of the alley, waiting for Wang Fugui to go out for a while. Wang Fugui laboriously opened the door and didn't forget to push it when closing the door. Maybe he was afraid of the door missing. Wang Fugui took an S-shaped step and seemed to have drunk a lot.

I went to the newsstand and bought a newspaper. I looked at Wang Fugui with the rest of my eyes. After he had walked about 50 meters, I put away the newspaper and followed him. He went into a supermarket and bought a cigarette. Yes, it was one. He asked the clerk to borrow a fire and went out of the door, revealing an intoxicated look. Stop and go, stop and go. I came to a remote path. Even a drunk would find something wrong if he followed him in such a remote place.

So Yang Qing opened the distance with him to see him off. After turning a corner, he ran quickly. In that direction, there was no human habitation. Only scattered factories stood on the roadside, and thick black smoke was emitting from the chimney. It was estimated that it was some unknown small factory or even illegal factory. Yang Qing was a little flustered when he thought of it.

Wang Fugui's s pace also stopped. It is estimated that he was frightened and woke up. Why did he come here? Yang Qing continued to follow. After another turn, Wang Fugui got into a factory. After I silently counted for 20 seconds at the door, I also entered the factory. The machines in the factory roared, and the huge black steel barrel was covered with a layer of dark oil.

Although there are complete machines here, there is no worker. Wang Fugui's figure is easy to identify. When he enters the inner room, the factory is very large and empty. The sound of footsteps can be heard clearly. Yang Qing lowers her steps and tries not to make a sound. Looking at the ground, she is afraid of stepping on something accidentally. Any sound in this empty factory seems very harsh. Yang Qing couldn't move forward, so she had to retreat to the door. At this time, the phone rang. Yang Qing covered her pocket tightly for fear that the voice would be heard when she wore into the factory.

"Hello, did Li Yi find out?" "yes, Wang Fugui's family lives in the slums. They are very poor, have no power, no power and no money. Now they are mixing with others." "to put the point, I already know these. How about his bank account?"

"His bank account did receive a deposit recently, just the afternoon of the day after the wreath was sent." Yang Qing hung up the phone. Now we can confirm that the man in the surveillance is Wang Fugui. Now, another person in the factory is behind the scenes.