Ding Mao has worked in the guest house for most of his life, from a small clerk to the director of the guest house, and retired from this position.

This is something he has been very proud of all his life.

After all, although the guest house is small, when people outside see it, they all want to call him Director Ding.

He has a good face and is very domineering, he is used to having the final say in everything in the guest house, and after more than ten years of Yiyantang life, he suddenly retired, which made him very unaccustomed to it.

In the days after retirement, in addition to arguing with his wife every day, he missed the days when he was the director and everything in the guest house.

At first, he often went to the guest house to visit, but after the guest house was demolished, he didn't even have a place to go and miss it.

Later, there was a murder in the guest house, and whoever came to ask him about the guest house was a little curious, and when the people from the investigation bureau came to question, he didn't dare to say more.

These days have almost suffocated Ding Mao, and today there is finally someone who is willing to listen to him talk about the guest house, Ding Mao couldn't help but open the conversation when he sat down.

From how the guest house was organized, to how many people he recruited, and then how he usually manages it, Ding Mao talked all morning.

Zhou Niannian listened very carefully, and didn't seem to be a little impatient, did he intersperse two sentences in the middle.

Ding Mao couldn't help but chat with her very speculatively, "You little comrade knows a lot of things." ”

Zhou Niannian smiled slightly, "You still don't know as much as Director Ding, by the way, didn't you just say that there are twelve people in the guest house?

On the construction site before, Yang Jiarui had shown her the list of people in the guest house, and there were three people on it.

Ding Mao waved his hand casually, "Oh, there is another one named Wang Dahai, who is a cook, and later I fired him because he committed something, and the twelve people I just mentioned do not include him." ”

"Oh," Zhou Niannian had the same expression, and wanted to ask something more, but heard the earth-shattering sound of someone smashing the door outside the door.

Mrs. Ding Mao went out to open the door, and rushed in a middle-aged chubby man in a dark blue suit and tie.

"Auntie, where's my uncle?"

Mrs. Ding Mao stretched out her hand and pointed to the house, "Talk to people in the house." ”

The man rushed to the door, and when his eyes fell on Yang Jiarui in uniform, his expression changed slightly, and then he looked at Ding Mao with a frown.

"Uncle, you can rest at home when you retire, you just don't have to worry about things outside, why do you always invite outsiders to come to the house." ”

Ding Mao's face sank, and he seemed to be a little unhappy, but he didn't have a seizure, "Ding Jun, since that Guo Cuizhen's body was dug up, I have been holding back at home every day, and finally a reporter friend is willing to listen to me, and you still don't let me say it." ”

Ding Jun walked in with a dark face, and looked at Zhou Niannian with a displeased face, "This comrade, my uncle is not in good health, you must have asked about the same question, please go back if you are fine." ”

Everyone opened their mouths to pick up people, Zhou Niannian naturally didn't want to stay long, glanced at Yang Jiarui, and left the Ding family.

Ding Jun sent them out, saw the two of them leave, and slammed the door shut.

Zhou Niannian grabbed Yang Jiarui, made a silent movement, and then quickly returned to the door of Ding's house, listening to the movement inside.

Yang Jiarui looked at her with a strange expression, as if he was surprised that she would eavesdrop.

Zhou Niannian ignored his eyes and listened intently to the movement inside.

Ding Jun seemed to be very angry, complaining that Ding Mao had brought someone home, "How many times have I told you, don't talk about your broken guest house all over the street, now that there is a murder there, do you know the seriousness of the matter?"

followed by Mrs. Ding Mao's voice, "Dead old man, I've said it many times, but if you don't listen, you will die if you don't show off for a day?"

Ding Mao's voice was also very unhappy: "Since the dug up of Guo Cuizhen's body, you have asked me to talk less outside, I don't understand, what does this have to do with me?"

"Then Guo Cuizhen's death has nothing to do with me, I still want to know how she died in my guest house?"

"I feel bad when I think about it. ”

Ding Jun seemed to be very angry, and his voice was a little louder but still a little suppressed: "Uncle, are you sober, okay? The guest house is not yours anymore, it has become a pile of broken bricks, what's the point of you always missing the past?"

"I don't let you talk too much, it's good for you, I'm afraid you'll get into trouble. ”

Ding Mao snorted, very unconvinced, "What trouble can I get into trouble, my director of the guest house has been working all my life, and I haven't caused any trouble, but you, the manager of a lumber mill, don't you get into trouble by running home during work hours?"

"You.... Alas, forget it, I'm too lazy to tell you, anyway, don't let those police and reporters come to the door in the future. Auntie, you also look at him. Ding Jun's voice was a little angry.

When Zhou Niannian heard this, he pulled Yang Jiarui and left.

"What did you hear?" waited for Yang Jiarui to turn an alley before asking curiously.

He almost had to put his ear to the door just now, but he only heard one or two vague words, and he couldn't hear anything clearly, but looking back at Zhou Niannian and listening carefully and carefully, he could only temporarily suppress his curiosity.

Zhou Niannian sorted out the information he heard and told Yang Jiarui the conclusions he had reached.

"First, Ding Mao shouldn't know about Guo Cuizhen, but his wife should know part of the inside story. ”

This can be judged from the words muttered by Mrs. Ding Mao, if she didn't know Guo Cuizhen, she wouldn't say that Guo Cuizhen had been dead for so long, and she wouldn't let people live in peace.

"Second, the guy named Ding Jun was a little nervous when he saw us just now, and he probably knew something. ”

Ding Jun has been trying to stop Ding Mao from contacting the police and reporters just now, which shows that he knows something.

After listening to this, Yang Jiarui scratched his head with a puzzled face, "How did you hear it? Why didn't I hear anything?"

Zhou Niannian: "......"

Maybe she should suggest that Yang Jiarui also drink some Ah Liang's saliva? I just don't know if others will have the same effect as her.

After all, Yang Jiarui is a police officer, and he is still very rational in analyzing things after jokes.

"Ding Jun is very wary of us, it's not easy to get in touch with us, so we might as well start with another person. ”

Zhou Niannian glanced at him and said the same name in unison.

"Wang Dahai!"

"Wang Dahai!"

As soon as the words fell, both of them couldn't help but laugh.

The other people in the guest house have asked, but there is no other gain, but this Wang Dahai, he was expelled by Ding Mao, maybe they can ask for some useful information from him.

Yang Jiarui sighed: "This Wang Dahai has not been mentioned by Ding Mao before, and we have not found out his current residence information, it seems that we still have to investigate again." ”