The Monster I Was Redeemed

　　 Ai Liang followed the two to leave the condolence hall. Just taking advantage of the effort, he secretly stuffed the bank card back into Gao Fuye's pocket.

　　 Out of the condolence hall, the staff didn't give Wang Qiang a good face and asked him to leave quickly. As the saying goes, his son is not a godfather. Why does his son have the face to ask for forgiveness for his daughter's death.

　　 Ai Liang didn't plan to mix with other people's housework, so he left the funeral home and went to the bus station.

　　 The bus stop is opposite the funeral home, and there is only a road between them.

　　 Ai Liang sits on a bench and waits for the bus. In this sparsely populated suburb, the bus only runs for half an hour, and the last one was ten minutes ago.

　　 When Ai Liang sent a message to Yue Qihua asking for her home address, a car stopped in front of him.

　　 The face exposed from the car window was Wang Qiang.

　　 "I have to wait a long time for the bus to the city, why don't I see you for a ride?"

　　Wang Qiang, who was still "crying bitterly" just now, changed his face and came to Ai Liang's side and asked him to get in the car.

What Ai Liang can't bear the most is this kind of hypocritical smirk. He moved to the side and stayed three positions away from Wang Qiang. He didn't show mercy: "If you have anything to do with me, just say it. Right, don’t take up the bus parking space if you’re fine."

　　 "Your relationship with Gao Jiajia..."

　　Wang Qiang didn't directly state his purpose, he turned off the topic and tapped to probe Ai Liang's attitude.

　　 "I don't know her well, it's only her father's request to come here today."

　　 Ai Liang looked at Wang Qiang with a blank expression on his face, and kept working on his hands, tapping the phone screen constantly.

　　Wang Qiang saw Ai Liang ignored him and said without irritation, "Really, I heard that you saw Wang Zi go to the recycle bin to throw something in the middle of the night? Could it be that you read it wrong?"

　　 Ai Liang stared at him silently.

　　 "I'm the son of Wang Zi. He should be punished if he did something wrong, but he can't let him spend the first half of his life in prison."

　　 Wang Qiang started playing his emotional card in front of Ai Liang again and said in tears: "I beg you, I just didn't see him that night, okay?"

　　 Ai Liang sat still on the bench and watched Wang Qiang performing a one-man show.

Seeing that the emotion card doesn’t matter, Wang Qiang immediately changed it. He took out a tissue and wiped his tears: "Classmate, I know he is guilty and he should be punished, but as a father, I really can’t bear to watch him spend half of his life in prison. You told the police that I made a mistake that night and I will transfer one hundred thousand yuan to you immediately. I don't want to get rid of the crime, I just want him to suffer two years less!"

　　 Hearing that Wang Qiang was about to transfer Ai Liang to himself, his expression finally changed.

　　 Just when he thought it was done, Ai Liang said, "Do you know how much Gao Fuye just gave me?"

　　 Wang Qiang's complexion suddenly froze, how can his financial resources compare with the wealth of his career?

　　 "I just gave him one million back to him."

Wang Qiang was silent for a long time when he heard these words, but when his thoughts changed, he immediately became cautious. He stood up and said angrily: "You actually took money to give Gao Fuye a false testimony?! I tell you, even if you return the money to him as a false testimony You can't get away with this crime!"

　　 "As a witness, your testimony is invalid when you collect money from the victim's family, and do you know how others will think of you when it spreads out?"

　　 found that the emotional card was not good, so Queen Wang Qiang immediately changed his face and grabbed the painful foot and attacked like in the condolence hall.

　　 It was obvious that he found the evidence in a few words and was turned into false evidence by him. Seeing Wang Qiang's exaggerated performance, Ai Liang was almost amused by him.

　　 A normal middle school student with no social experience might really be stunned by these few words, but is Ai Liang normal? I don't even bother to care about him.

　　 Ai Liang, who didn't want to continue entanglement with Wang Qiang, got up directly. He planned to walk several hundred meters to another bus station, but the guy in the province forced him to rely on his ears.

　　 "Do you know how much Gao Fuye gave me?"

　　 Ai Liang's voice came from behind, but Ai Liang himself did not speak. It was recorded on the phone.

　　 "I don't know how this audio will go out. I will only try to send it to your classmates."

　　Wang Qiang finally stopped concealing his sinister intentions. He knew that sending this kind of recording to the police was useless, so he changed his method.

　　 "You take money to do things and slander your classmates. You don't want to spread such a reputation, do you?"

Ai Liang looked at Wang Qiang's little man with a smile, Ai Liang asked: "I'm curious, from whom did you find out my identity? The identity of the witness should be kept secret, isn't it illegal for the suspect's family to contact the witness in private? "

Wang Qiang smiled and did not answer directly but continued to threaten Ai Liang: "Classmates, I don't want to make things too stiff. I just want you to help me get rid of the crime of my son maliciously destroying evidence. I will be there afterwards. Delete this recording from your face."

　　 "Really." Ai Liang tapped his phone lightly, "If I want you to delete it now?"

　　 It is obvious that Wang Qiang did not answer.

　　 "Classmate, I know he is guilty and he should be punished... As long as you tell the police that you misunderstood that night, I will transfer one hundred thousand yuan to you..."

　　 Wang Qiang's voice also came from Ai Liang's cell phone, and his face immediately changed.

　　 "Don't worry, I just sent the audio to my friend. Even if you **** my phone, it's useless."

　　 Ai Liang naturally took measures to deal with this kind of rogue. When Wang Qiang approached him maliciously, Ai Liang turned on his mobile phone to record.

　　 "Now, either give me your cell phone, or I will send the recording to Captain Shi of the Interpol Team, you can choose by yourself."

　　 Different from his recording, if Ai Liang's recording is sent to Shi Feng, he will be 100% warned, and even his personal freedom will be temporarily supervised.

　　 Illegal inquiries into the identity of the witness, attempting to bribe and threaten the witness, these two articles are enough for him to drink a pot.

　　 Wang Qiang could see that since Ai Liang had no fear, he must have known the two charges.

　　 Wang Qiang's face was gloomy and watery, he could only do as he handed the phone to Ai Liang, but he didn't expect that he would be planted in the hands of a junior high school kid in the society for so many years.

　　 Ai Liang directly called up the recording and deleted it after getting the phone: "By the way, if someone does something like dumping trash and splashing paint at my door in the future, I will send this recording to Captain Shi."

　　 "Don't be too much..."

　　 Ai Liang said with no ups and downs: "This is not too much. I have to ask Uncle Wang to help me at that time."

　　 He has seen through Wang Qiang's character a long time ago, this guy is essentially a hooligan.

　　 Wang Qiang pulled out a smile at the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes when he looked at Ai Liang.

Ai Liang returned to the bus stop and sat down on the bench. Before Wang Qiang got on the bus, he deliberately left a meaningful look as if to persuade Ai Liang to do his own thing. Unfortunately, Ai Liang kept his head down and played with his mobile phone without looking at him. Irritating.

　　 Wang Qiang cursed in his heart and drove away.

　　Wait until Wang Qiang left Ai Liang before he glanced at the direction he was leaving with eyes without any emotion.

　　Wang Qiang didn't know. In these short minutes, Ai Liang had obtained the secret that he buried deep in his heart, enough to send him to prison.

　　 This kind of rascal will not do it on his own because he is afraid of the recording.

　　 After Wang Zi goes to jail, the effect of this recording will not be great, and he will definitely come to retaliate at that time. He is this kind of person who must be reported.

　　 Sometimes you don’t want to cause trouble, but trouble will come to you.

　　 So the countermeasures must be prepared.

　　 "This is the meaning of the fish dead and the net breaking."

　　 Ai Liang looked in the direction of the funeral home. He finally understood how Wang Zi's supermarket was opened.

　　 All this still has to be talked about three years ago.

　　 Gao Fuye escaped in the night causing death. He found the traffic policeman Wang Qiang on duty to delete the surveillance video. After the incident, Gao Fuye gave Wang Qiang 200,000 yuan plus a storefront room, which is the supermarket.

　　 Although Wang Qiang was expelled, relying on the contacts he accumulated from helping people avoid the ticket and the care of Gao Fuye, he was much more comfortable than when he was in the traffic police team. Every day, he either drank and played cards with his friends or went to some places to fool around.

　　 It is the appearance of her husband that makes Wang Zi's mother, who is a teacher, very strong to control Wang Zi, which indirectly leads to Wang Zi's withdrawn character.

　　 After connecting the stories in series, Ai Liang shook his head and sighed. Who would have thought that this kind of involvement was behind a campus case.

　　 The bus came when Ai Liang was thinking about how to dig out the criminal evidence of Wang Qiang and Gao Fuye. He temporarily put aside the grievances between adults and boarded the bus.

　　......

　　 Ai Liang did not forget that his schoolbag was still with Yue Qihua. According to the address provided by Yue Qihua, he got out of the car nearby and took a few turns to find the apartment building Yue Qihua said.

　　 "The mourning ended so soon?"

　　 Yue Qihua is standing downstairs in the apartment waiting for him.

　　 "Well, because I'm the only one."

　　 Ai Liang followed Yue Qihua onto the elevator.

　　 "How did Gao Fuye say he was also a real estate boss, so how come you are alone in mourning?"

　　 Yue Qihua said with some confusion.

　　 Ai Liang took the lead out of the elevator: "He doesn't want to disturb Gao Jiajia."

　　 Yue Qihua was a little surprised, but she didn't expect Gao Fuye to value her daughter so much.

　　 Ai Liang looked at Yue Qihua who opened the door and asked, "Where is Xingyue?"

　　 Yue Qihua patted her forehead and said helplessly: "Ah, I almost forgot, she just accidentally knocked over the juice and soiled your schoolbag and is now washing the schoolbag in the bathroom."

　　 Yue Qihua took out a pair of spare slippers from the shoe cabinet to Ai Liang.

　　 As if hearing the movement of the door opening, Yang Xingyue cautiously poked out half of his head from the bathroom: "Ai Liang, I'm sorry."

　　 "Have you finished brushing the schoolbag? Come out quickly after brushing. Ai Liang won't be angry about such trivial things. Besides, there are beautiful girls to help wash things. It's too late for ordinary people to be happy, right, Ai Liang."

　　 After talking about Yue Qihua, she touched Ai Liang with her elbow, jokingly in her tone.

　　 Although Yang Xingyue listened to Yue Qihua's previous suggestions, the mentality of chasing after her could not be changed in a short while, she could only blush and retract back to the bathroom.

　　 Ai Liang did not answer and sat calmly on the sofa in the living room. This attitude made Yue Qihua even more boring.

　　 It didn’t take long for Yang Xingyue in the bathroom to walk out carrying a schoolbag and said in a nasty tone: “The schoolbag may not be dried until tomorrow. Ai Liang, will you come tomorrow?”

　　 Yue Qihua gave Yang Xingyue a thumbs up from an angle that Ai Liang could not see.

　　 Ai Liang pretended not to see the dryer in the bathroom, and it was impolite to pierce the careful thoughts of others, so he nodded: "If there is nothing else, I will come over."

　　 "Great...I mean thank you. I have been helping me make up classes and trouble you." Yang Xingyue showed a bright smile and ran to the balcony with small happy steps to hang up her schoolbag.

　　 Different from the happy Yang Xingyue, Ai Liang's heart is full of flavours. To be honest, when he first met Yang Xingyue, because of Yang Xingguo, he didn't like Yang Xingyue very much, or even disgusted. Even if Ai Liang understands that what her parents did has nothing to do with their children, it is difficult to look at her in a normal way.

　　 The first tutoring Yang Xingyue was because of Yue Qihua's request. At that time, Ai Liang held a perfunctory attitude. It was only when she saw Yang Xingyue hiding in the school garden crying that she felt compassionate.

After two years of getting along with Ai Liang, Ai Liang has also gradually changed her views. Yang Xingyue is just a little girl who is a little naive and cute. In most cases, she is very gentle and kind, no matter how cold Ai Liang is, except for occasional thoughts. Always holding pure goodwill.

　　 It's a pity that her father is Yang Xingguo, the person Ai Liang hates most. The relationship between the two can only stop with friends.

　　Yue Qihua raised her hand and shook her in front of Ai Liang: "Hey, what are you in a daze? Are you dreaming that after marrying Xingyue, she will wash your clothes like this?"

　　 Yang Xingyue, who had just gotten into the chair, made a big red face when she heard it: "Huahua! What nonsense are you talking about!"

　　 Shy Yang Xingyue took out all the papers that Ai Liang had arranged before and put them on the desk: "I have finished all the papers these days."

　　 Ai Liang glanced at the test paper and asked, "I see, where did you put the things in my schoolbag."

　　 "Here it is."

Yue Qihua was too lazy to get off the sofa and directly passed the black notebook on the shelf from Ai Liang. She sat cross-legged beside Ai Liang and asked with interest: "Don't worry, we haven't read it. This is your diary. Ben?"

　　 The distance between the two is only a palm, and they are very close.

　　 Ai Liang moved aside to make a gap before opening the notebook.

　　 "Huh? This is... a high number?" Yue Qihua asked, looking at the dense formula.

"This is Xu Zhihai... the glasses notebook is an admission gift from Shangjing University to students." Ai Liang handed the notebook to Yue Qihua: "The above is the proof of his conjecture when he was in college. I feel a pity that I have lost it. I took it back."

　　 The first few pages of the notebook are just some general knowledge of high mathematics. After a few pages of the book www.uukānshu.com, it is the proof of mathematical conjecture.

　　 Yue Qihua took the notebook and flipped through it. She had learned all the knowledge of high school by herself, and she could barely understand the first few pages of the notes.

　　 Yang Xingyue, who was ignorant of the high mathematics, also ran over to observe the notes, which immediately caused Yue Qihua to drive him away: "Go, go, let the guys who haven't finished high school math join in the fun."

　　 Yang Xingyue directly hugged Yue Qihua's arm and said coquettishly: "I just want to see, maybe there is something else."

　　 "You played a treasure hunt as a kid, what can a notebook contain."

　　 Although she seemed impatient on her mouth, Yue Qihua still put the notebook between the two of them.

　　 She could see that Yang Xingyue had deliberately moved in just because she didn't want to be alone by doing lonely questions. In fact, she was afraid that the lonely child had a heart attack.

　　 Now it was Ai Liang's turn to be left out by the two good friends. He stood up in silence and went to Yang Xingyue's desk to correct the test papers he had arranged before.

　　 "There are poems!" Yang Xingyue's voice was full of surprises, like a game house when he found an easter egg while playing a game.

　　 "Isn't it just a short poem? What's so fuss about." Yue Qihua is not very interested, she is more interested in the previous mathematical formulas than in poetry, standard science thinking.

　　 "Glasses are for mathematics? Isn't it weird to write a poem in a notebook?" Yang Xingyue held her chin with her hand as if playing a reasoning game.

　　 "The last half of the notes is obviously that he wrote silly after he was crazy." Yue Qihua couldn't help but vomit. Based on the formula's strokes and typography, it was easy to judge the mentality changes of the front and rear glasses.

　　 "Hmm, Huahua, you are really boring, Ai Liang, come and take a look."