Her Sniper

She remembers the name Wang Yi.

She was also the one who gave her the infertility check list at that time.

If you connect all of these

Wen can't help feeling cold all over.

If Li Suli is really premeditated, then her move is really big

"Shi Shi, are you ok?"

"I'm fine."

Wen Shishi's expression is resolute and painful. She is not the cowardly housewife she used to be.

If her mother's death is really related to Li Suli, she can't let Li Suli and her daughter go.

"Mr. sniper, in addition to the identity of Wang Yi, can I find out the circumstances of my mother's death at that time?"

Mr. sniper said: "it will take time. I'm afraid only Wang Yi and the nurses at that time know what happened in the operation city. Dylan is tracing the whereabouts of those nurses in that year. However, the mobility of nurses is much greater than that of doctors. Moreover, over the past 20 years, those nurses are getting older. It's not easy to find them in a short time."

Wen Shishi stood up and said, "I want to go home."

She was talking about the place where she lived with her uncle when she was a child.

Vaguely remember, mother's death case is still there.

Mr. sniper took her hand and said, "I'll take you."

The sun family's house is in an old shantytown in the old urban area, a remote part of the urban-rural fringe. People in H city don't know much about it, but Mr. sniper is familiar with driving, bypassing the winding narrow path, walking through the labyrinth of residential areas, and stopping in front of a row of bungalows.

Like most of the urban-rural fringe, it's messy and crowded. The ground is always full of water and stinks. There are dirty little boys making a scene in the narrow alleys, and poor housewives drying their white and faded clothes.

There are all kinds of people here, but they all have one thing in common - the economic conditions are very bad.

Mr. sniper circled Wen Shishi to keep passers-by away from her.

A middle-aged woman in her fifties passed by with a basket of eggs. When she saw Wen Shishi, she stopped for a moment Are you the little girl of the sun family? "

Wen stopped and called, "aunt Zhou."

"Oh, it's you! I can't recognize you when I'm dressed up. I saw you on TV two days ago. You're promising now. Did you pick up your uncle

Things at home are too complicated. Wen Shishi still has things in her heart. She nodded: "yes."

"Well, my grandson has survived to the end. His own daughter has gone abroad to study, and now his niece is promising and can earn money. It seems that it's better to have a daughter. That son of a bitch in our family still plays games at home every day. It's harder for him to go out to work than to go to heaven..."

After a few words of greetings with aunt Zhou, Wen Shishi wanted to leave on the pretext.

But aunt Zhou grabbed Mr. sniper's sleeve: "this is Oh, why are you still wearing a mask? "

Wen Shishi gently and strongly pushed aunt Zhou's hand away from Mr. sniper's sleeve and explained, "he has a special identity. Aunt Zhou, we have something else to do. We won't talk to you first."

Then he pulled Mr. sniper away quickly.

Aunt Zhou was still mumbling: "if you have money, you think our neighbors are poor, right? All snobs! It's strange to find a man, just like her mother... "

The sun family's bungalow has not been lived in for a long time. In front of the door, other neighbors piled up a mess of goods.

Mr. sniper helped her to stand in a safe position, and moved all the things that were more than one person's height.

"You OK? Let me help you

Mr. sniper stretched out his hands in front of her and said, "just stand up, Shishi. Help me roll up my sleeves?"

"Oh," Wen Shishi helped him roll up his sleeves to the elbow. Mr. sniper touched her face and began to work as a porter.

Wen Shishi is a little worried about his expensive shirt. Mr. sniper is usually a bit of a cleanliness addict, but now he can bend down to carry these things. He is dirty all over.

There is something wrong in Wen Shi's heart.

"All right."

Soon, Mr. sniper cleared the pile of debris in front of the door, making way for the middle passage to reach the door.

Wen Shishi wanted to shake his hand, but Mr. sniper avoided it: "no, my hands are dirty."

"I don't feel dirty," Wen Shishi forced his hand and took him to the door of the small room.

This is an old-fashioned wooden door. It doesn't even have a security door. The green paint on it is mottled, and there is a green paint mark peeling off on the ground.

Wen Shishi took out the key from his bag and opened the door.There was an old smell of decay in the room.

She covered her nose and mouth with her hand and went in.

It's a small room with four sides. It doesn't look more than ten square meters. It's separated by a curtain in the middle. There are two wooden beds on both sides. The furniture at home is only an old-fashioned wardrobe, and there is a dining table with a missing mouth. There are three small stools around the dining table, which seems to be nailed with wooden boards.

"That..." Wen Shishi was embarrassed: "the room is too small, or you can wait for me outside. I'll find my mother's case and come out."

"Don't you welcome me?" Mr. sniper asked

"No," Wen Shishi said with a bit of Inferiority: "in my family Not very respectable. "

"Decent or not, this is where you grew up. I want to have a look."

He has already said that, and Wen has no reason to refute it.

Moreover, there are many people in the urban-rural fringe. Several people have seen the mask on Mr. sniper's face and pointed it out frequently. Mr. sniper didn't show any concern, but Wen Shishi is still not willing to let him bear the malice.

People's malice can always be put into infinity, which she knows well.

The height of the door is still a little low for Mr. sniper, who needs to bend down to get in.

The light in the room is still on the rope. Wen Shishi closes the door and pulls the light. The white energy-saving light on the roof lights up. It's dim. There's no difference between turning it on and off.

"It's not much different here from before. There's no change." Mr. sniper looked around.

The small room is so small that it can be seen in a few seconds.

Wen Shishi was a little surprised: "have you ever been to my house before?"

"Never come in," sniper said. "I've seen it a few times from a distance, so I remember the way. Aunt Zhou, who just talked to you, should live next door to your house? "

Wen Shishi was surprised. He was right.

Aunt Zhou lives on the left side of the sun family, separated by only one family.

"She's a broken mouth," Mr. sniper said. "It's better to deal with her less."