Tang Xiaoyun's diary is full of poetry and picturesqueness that all women have, as well as a little sentimentality that few people can understand. Those occasional sadness and happiness are normal things in my eyes.

Of all the diaries, the only thing I can remember is a record of a car accident on the highway around the city.

When this diary was linked to what I heard at the door of Guo Dong's house, my mood began to feel uneasy. Could it be that behind He Peng's death, there are indeed some ulterior secrets?

It has been so long since the car accident, the accident identification has long been completed, and He Peng's death in an accidental car accident seems to be irreversible.

I leaned on the sofa in Tang Xiaoyun's house and smoked several cigarettes in a row, my mood was a little nervous, my head was a little blank, and I didn't know what to do next?

This kind of conjecture that has no evidence and certainty at all cannot be told at the right time. This kind of powerlessness makes people feel depressed to the extreme.

After coming out of Tang Xiaoyun's house, I thought about it and found that I could only talk to Lao Han about this matter first. He eats it all in black and white, and he knows more about the rules of the rivers and lakes than I do, so there should be a good way.

After leaving the community, I called Lao Han, and he showed that he was on the phone. I hung up the phone and didn't take a few steps before Han came back.

"What's wrong? I just made an appointment with a girl on WeChat, and the phone chat was lively, and you started to make trouble again! "Lao Han complained angrily to me on the phone, which sounded extremely reluctant.

"How old is my sister in her forty years?" I laughed here, in Lao Han's eyes, as long as a woman is not as old as herself, she is a lovely girl.

"Less than thirty, a charm you can't understand!" Lao Han explained, and then hurriedly asked: "Tell you so much about wool, tell me what you are calling, if it's okay, I'll hang up first!" ”

"Don't, there's something!"

"Come back and say I'm counting the stars on the top of the building!" After Lao Han finished speaking, he hurriedly hung up the phone, looking at the appearance of cherishing time, he was probably going to ask the girl to come out to meet tonight.

With Lao Han's ability and means, maybe he can get all the tsundere women with just a ticket and thirty minutes.

I originally planned to ask Lao Han out and find a quiet place to chat. But it was a bit inappropriate for such a busy man to listen to me, so I let go of my legs and jogged in the direction of the inn.

On this mild night, the gentle wind in my ears swept backwards, and I passed by the street trees of various sizes, past all the unique landscapes and lights, and past the slender night jogging girl, pretending to be a man like the wind, a quiet beautiful man.

I soon arrived at the inn, and when Little Dimple and Little Tiger Ya ordered takeout, and when they asked me if I wanted to eat, I realized that I hadn't eaten yet.

I shook my head with hunger, and according to my appetite, eating the takeout they ordered didn't work. Besides, I'm in a hurry to talk to Lao Han about things, so I haven't had the heart to eat for the time being.

When he hurriedly rushed to the roof of the building, Lao Han was holding a box of Laotan sauerkraut beef noodles and leaning against his daughter's wall to suck it. He stared at the phone screen with one eye, and swept me upstairs with the other, and his expression split in two made me feel sad for a while.

"Do you want to eat?" Lao Han pointed to Laotan sauerkraut beef noodles and asked me.

"I'm hungry!"

"Don't worry, the soup is left for you to drink!" Lao Han said and held the bowl firmly, and the sound of eating noodles was deafening, obviously tempting me.

"I wondered, it stands to reason that you should be at least a multimillionaire, why eat instant noodles for four yuan?" I said something puzzled, and then sat lazily on an old TV platform.

"This is called bittersweet memories, your baby doesn't understand. People must not forget their roots in life, nor can they forget the hardships and hardships of their early years, and they must always remember their beliefs. This kind of quality is the most lacking in the current society, if the officials can have my consciousness, they will not be investigated and shuanggui; If a businessman does not forget the way he came, he will be able to go farther and farther. None of us can forget the past and forget history, am I right? Old Han asked me rhetorically when he was dying, obviously to ask me to applaud his arguments.

"You're absolutely right, but what did you do? When you are full, you only know that WeChat shakes it, what else do you talk about not forgetting your roots? "I sat down and teased Lao Han.

Lao Han's hair flicked, and he said unusually stylishly: "Your baby doesn't understand, is it wrong for my brother to dedicate his youth for social peace and stability?" If it weren't for me, how many women wouldn't have found true love? I'm also pulling in GDP, okay? ”

He is clearly a strong argument, but I can't find a gap to refute Lao Han. If this man is shameless to a certain extent, God can't do anything about him.

"I don't talk nonsense with you, there is something serious about looking for you!" As I spoke, I got up from the TV platform and approached Han.

"What?" Lao Han put down the instant noodles and got serious.

"I deduced from the clues that He Peng was actually not killed in an ordinary car accident, but a murder directed by someone!" When this sentence came out in front of Lao Han, even I felt a tightness in my heart.

"Why do you say that, people have been gone for so long!" Old Han obviously didn't believe it was true.

"In the afternoon, Li Xin and I went to find Guo Dong. When leaving, the truck driver who hit He Peng Land Rover on the Ring Expressway entered Guo Dong's house, they were cautious, and it seemed that they had an ulterior secret! ”

"You mean, this matter has something to do with Guo Dong?"

"When I was sweeping the tomb on the Qingming Festival, I saw Mr. Gao and Wu Yi Guodong, the decoration company who worked before, also came to He Peng to sweep the tomb. If I want to say that Mr. Gao appears, I can understand it, just think that he misses the old employees. But Wu Yi and Guo Dong basically don't have much intersection with He Peng, and their appearance is a little intriguing! ”

I said what was in my heart, and Old Han fell into silence.

After a long time, he spoke: "I had several contacts with He Peng when I was a carpenter master for your company, and he is a good person. If He Peng's death is really boring, then the entry point for investigation can only be two truck drivers! ”

"How can I be unaware?" Speaking to myself, this is indeed a problem.

"It's obviously unreliable for you to come forward in this matter on your own, and I think Mantianfei and the bald man should be able to help you solve this matter. The hobbies of truck drivers are probably not much different, Man Tianfei and the bald man are familiar with the meat farms in the city, and you can rest assured that this matter will be left to them! ”

Lao Han's suggestion is really good, you don't need to fly out of the sky, the bald man can do this thing beautifully. In fact, there are some things that may not necessarily be settled by money, and many times a little means can achieve big things.

Standing on the roof of the building to call the bald man, this guy pretended to be flattered, and when he heard that I was going to ask him for help, he sneezed three times in a row, and said that he was the best at it, and the beauties under his command were the best