The door of Zhao Yiran's house is hidden, maybe she has come back, or the police have sent someone to search, the things in the house are not messy, only the door of the cabinet is open; It is conceivable that the police have already sent someone to arrest Jian Shijie, and his wanted warrant should be plastered all over the streets and alleys of Shanghai within two hours.

A square coffee table in the middle of the room is piled up with a whole piece of red congratulatory gifts, there is a bed of hand-embroidered Baizi quilt, a bright red background, gold and silver threads hook a whole hundred jade snow cute little boys, there is also a jade Guanyin, a jade-colored yarn pillow, sewn with sun-dried petals, faintly can smell the fragrance of roses.

Yesterday also held a lively Chinese wedding that everyone envied, the two joined hands to prepare to step into a new stage of life, but today they were framed, and if they are not careful, their heads will fall to the ground, you say, how can things be so ironic?

Hua Ting frowned slightly, carefully thinking about where Zhao Yiran might go.

However, she suddenly realized that she didn't know her at all.

"Sister Hua, where can I find someone right now?"

Hua Ting's hands were cold, but they were drenched in a thin layer of sweat, which was unpleasantly sticky; She stood in the middle of the room, slowly turned around in place, carefully took all the furnishings in the room, and when she saw a few small dark brown medicine bottles on the bedside table, she suddenly remembered the middle-aged male doctor who lived next door to her, "Go!" They may be hiding at the doctor next door. ”

"The doctor next door?" Jian Yi's brows furrowed slightly, and she followed Hua Ting to the other end of the corridor.

"There is a doctor who lives here, and he has a good heart, and he always treats everyone for free," Hua Ting's footsteps stopped in front of the heavy carved wooden door, "I also treated my gunshot wound." ”

Hua Ting raised her hand and knocked lightly three times in front of the wooden door, and there seemed to be the sound of wooden chairs rubbing against the concrete floor in the room.

I waited for a while, but no one came to open the door.

So he raised his hand and knocked three more times, and footsteps sounded in the room. He was slowly walking towards the door.

The man's footsteps stopped in front of the wooden door, and as if he hesitated, he opened the door, and sure enough, it was the middle-aged male doctor in a dark brown cotton robe and a pair of gold-rimmed round-rimmed glasses.

The flower didn't have time to speak. The middle-aged male doctor habitually pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, propped his left hand in front of the door frame, and asked in a slightly vigilant tone, "Why are you here?" "Confidently pull the door open enough to be wide enough for one person to enter.

However, his gaze was not on Hua Ting, but on Jian Yi, who was standing behind her.

"Come and find someone." Jian Yi spat out this sentence flatly.

The middle-aged male doctor opposite immediately raised his vigilance.

"Come in and talk about it."

Jane also seems to be a regular customer. One step passed over Hua Ting, leading her towards the middle-aged male doctor's room.

"You know?" The amount of information I received this morning is still quite large, and I am afraid that my brain capacity is not enough.

"Well, Lao Jiang is also our man." Jian Yi calmly summed up the second identity of the middle-aged male doctor next to him in one sentence.

"You mean to say that he is also a ......"

Jane also stretched out her index finger to the tip of her nose and motioned for her to close her mouth.

"The person you're looking for is Miss Zhao next door, right?" The old ginger immediately entered the state.

After receiving an affirmative answer from Jian Yi, he continued: "I have settled them down, and I will take you there later, I am afraid that this time is not appropriate." ”

Knowing that the two of them were safe now, Hua Ting breathed a sigh of relief.

Just after noon. Then it began to rain lightly.

Lao Jiang parked the car under a low hill, although it was winter and not yet spring, but I don't know what trees were planted on the mountain, it was still verdant, and a large piece of lush green mountains was shrouded in smoke and rain, as if covered with a thin layer of green veil, and it was vaguely indistinguishable.

Not far from the foot of the hill is a large neat cemetery, with light gray hillocks and inky black tombstones interspersed among the greenery, which stands out.

You can see that the tombstone is very new, and you can vaguely smell the smell of newly repaired craftsmen. Washed by the rain.

What Lao Jiang took them to was a ruined temple not far from this cemetery.

On the old plaque, you can vaguely see a few dark gold characters - Baoshan Temple.

In that era, the Baoshan Temple, which is located on a hill in the southwest of Baoshan District to the Zhenru area, was renovated, and somehow the unreliable superstitious rumor of "Baoshan Temple seeking a child to be successful" was circulated among the people. It has attracted a large number of Chinese and foreign tourists.

Open the small door on the side of the main hall of the temple, there is a thick layer of spider webs, the dust under the feet is hoarded, the walls are covered with green moss, and then look at the Buddha statue in the main hall, as if wearing a dirty robe with several large holes. A few fingers also fell off, and there was a big hole in the roof of the temple, and even hiding from the rain became a problem.

And the inspector and Zhao Yiran hid in this filthy and broken room.

Seeing that the person who came was Hua Ting, Zhao Yiran breathed a sigh of relief.

The inspector sat on a low stool in the middle of the room, his white shirt was covered with a thick layer of ash, his hands clenched into fists on the table, and it was clearly visible that several green tendons at the corners of his forehead were slightly bulging outward, obviously looking like he was holding back.

"What the hell is going on, Sister Yiran?"

Zhao Yiran was still painting the wedding makeup on the wedding night, but the clothes were changed into a light-colored shirt similar to the style of the inspection and supervision, and a pair of delicately outlined eyebrows and eyes were revealing a chill that was colder than the winter frost at the moment, she said: "Shijie was framed, this time I am afraid that it will be more auspicious." ”

"I know that the inspector was framed, but can Sister Yiran know who was victimized?"

"I'm afraid it is...... Ding Sicheng. ”

"Ding Sicheng?" Hua Ting and Jian also glanced at each other, and remembered that they passed by the ancient family ancestral hall last night, and the two of them saw Ding Sicheng come out of the heavy wooden door of the ancient family ancestral hall.

After hearing Ding Sicheng's three words, the inspector's clenched fist slammed a muffled sound on the wooden table.

But he didn't say a word.

"Last night, Zhang Xiaoquan came to say hello to Shijie, Ding Sicheng came in on the back foot, and he dragged us to chat for almost an hour," Zhao Yiran said, her eyes swept lightly from the face of the inspector, she pursed her lips, and continued, "Shijie is happy, I drank a lot of wine with Zhang Xiaoquan, but I only drank two glasses, and I started to get sleepy, and I ...... when I woke up."

After listening to it, Hua understood that the method used by Ding Sicheng was a common episode in TV dramas, "Did Zhang Xiaoquan fall in a pool of blood when he was shot, but the inspector was holding a gun in his hand?" ”

Zhao Yiran nodded, and the pupils of the amber in the big almond eyes flowed quietly, and he could glimpse the half of the dazed and desolate inside.

"This matter is clearly a blame-setting, you say, if Shijie comes forward to clarify, will there be a chance to clear the wrongs?" Zhao Yiran looked at Jian Yi expectantly, as if he had put all his hopes on him, "Can the government come forward to investigate this matter thoroughly?" ”

Jian Yi looked embarrassed, and glanced at the old Jiang on the same side.

"I'm afraid it's difficult, not to mention that there are all the human and material evidence, this matter is planned by Bai Qihong, and his purpose is to check Shijie's death."

Zhao Yiran's face turned pale for a moment.

"What then? Can you only wait to die? Hot and moist liquid slipped out of the corners of her eyes and fell into her sideburns.

It made Hua Ting really feel the cruelty of the bones!

Bai Qihong, he really can do anything!

Lao Jiang opened his mouth and said: "You guys hide here for two days first, I'll look at the momentum outside and then make a decision, it's really not good......" He frowned and sighed, "Send you to Beiping, and the sooner the better." ”

Hua Ting looked at Zhao Yiran's reddish eyes, and a deep premonition came up from the bottom of her heart.

"I'm afraid there is not much chance of turning over in this matter," Jian Yi cruelly told the truth of the matter, "Once Jian Shijie is arrested, there will be no chance to refute at all, and with Bai Qihong's usual methods, I am afraid that he will be ...... halfway"

Zhao Yiran raised his head, gritted his teeth, and sniffed, but his voice shook out gently, "With your power in the new government, you can't rehabilitate him?" ”

Jian Yi pursed her lips and didn't speak, just shook her head.

Zhao Yiran's head hung down, Hua couldn't hear her expression clearly, but she heard the hatred in her voice, she tried her best to hold back, and her chest began to tremble, "What?" Even you are afraid of Bai Qihong"

Jane didn't speak.

Zhao Yiran bit his lower lip, breathed a few heavy breaths, and when he spoke again, he was interrupted by the inspector on the side: "Jian Yi has a special identity, and he really can't come forward to help me." ”

Zhao Yiran naturally didn't understand, "Why?" ”

The inspector didn't answer, but just let out a long sigh.

"Let's wait two more days." (To be continued.) )