Early the next morning, Ling Li's worries really came true, but in a different form.

On Qian Yang's contact information, the phone is not available.

Nan Zhiyi didn't give up, and took Ling Li and them to drive dozens of kilometers, walking through provincial and rural roads, and finally followed a bumpy and winding dirt road, and finally found Qian Yang's current residence with the address.

It is a small building with a single courtyard, and from the mottled walls, it has not been repaired for many years.

I knocked on the door for a while, but no one came to open it.

The surrounding neighbors heard the voice and enthusiastically told Ling Li that Qian Yang had gone out early in the morning a few days ago, and it seemed that the destination would not be too close with a big bag on his back.

When asked where he had gone, the neighbor shook his head regretfully, saying that he did not know.

It's just that he also told Ling Li the general situation of Qian Yang, and his speculation about Qian Yang's whereabouts.

That year, Ling'an Town was relocated as a whole, and Qian Yang proposed to return to his mother's ancestral hometown, so he received special care and was moved to this economically less developed village.

Within a few years, his crazy and crazy mother fell into the river and drowned, but Qian Yang was already fifteen or sixteen years old and could take care of himself, and with a few hundred yuan a month from the government and the village subsidy, he could get by.

However, he failed in the college entrance examination last year, and this year he doesn't seem to be very concerned about repeating, and I heard that he didn't report the name of this year's exam, so it is very likely that he went out to work.

And he has no relatives and no reason in Nanxi, and no one knows where he is going.

It seems that most of this trip to collect evidence has been in vain.

In fact, it has long been expected that this is the result, the clues that can be deduced, the clues that can be found, and the police have made countless efforts in the long eight years.

Zhong Chengheng's final innocence was caused by insufficient evidence. After the case was decided, Zhou Qingchun, who was unwilling to be initiated for accountability, seemed to have some clues after the re-investigation, but committed suicide because he couldn't bear the pressure of being unjustly imprisoned for eight years.

Nan Zhiyi crouched on the steering wheel as if in deep thought, and after a moment he suddenly flipped up his phone.

His gaze stopped at a picture and he rubbed his chin to look at it for a long time.

I don't know where Nan Zhiyi got that picture, but it was found in the mailbox of Zhou Qingchun's son Zhou Zhongxing, Zhou Qingchun's suicide note.

From the time the police fished out this seemingly suicide note from the spam email in Zhou Zhongxing's mailbox before, Li Guo had already informed Ling Li of the content of the email through Lu Xiaoxiao.

And Nanzhiyi actually has the original text of the remake here?

The heaviness of her mood did not prevent her from being curious for a moment, and Ling Li leaned over.

The content is still a few short sentences: "Zhongxing: Dad is gone, you take good care of your mother." Dad was wrong, completely wrong, and the crime was unprosecutable. ”

Ling Li frowned, a little trying to pick up the typo on the screen.

In these few words, except for the conspicuous typo, there is nothing else that can see the difference, and there is nothing that can provide clues to solve the case.

At first, she thought that the content of Li Guo's letter to her was a typo by the person who relayed it, but she didn't expect that it really turned "forgiveness" into "lawsuit".

It's no wonder that the accent of the Funan people is flat tongue and tongue, and the side tone is nasal, especially for people who are a little older, and they don't understand the difference between pinyin.

I looked away from the photograph and suddenly a strange feeling crossed me.

Ling Li frowned and tried to figure out where that trace of weirdness came from, but her thoughts were chaotic, and she couldn't suppress the irritability in her heart, and she couldn't understand what was wrong when she thought about it.

Nan Zhiyi stared at it for a while, but found nothing.

He turned his face to Ling Li and said, "Regarding the source of rat poison, think about it carefully, do you have any memories related to it?" ”

Ling Li was stunned, and thought about it carefully according to what he said, but still had no clue.

She was living on campus and going home one day a week, so she didn't know much about the daily necessities.

Besides, she belonged to the second year of high school when her study tasks gradually increased, and her parents never occupied her little time on these trivial matters of life.

It was when something like that happened, every time she went back, as long as Ling Ling was there, Ling Li would feel extremely aggrieved, how could she care about those inconspicuous little things?

"It's a stalemate again!" Unable to get useful information from Ling Li, Nan Zhiyi looked up at the sky, "Now the testimony of the witnesses is repeated over and over again, and the most critical dealer who sells rat poison can't be found, and these small fish and shrimp that we can catch and ask are not powerful!" ”

Ling Li also nodded gloomily.

Who sold rat poison to her father, Zhou Qingchun seemed to know before committing suicide, but he didn't know which tendon was wrong with him, and he never revealed it.

As for the news obtained from Li Guo, since Zhou Qingchun was the specific undertaker, he was responsible for the key testimony and witnesses in the case that year, and he could be said to be the person who knew the case best.

Where he found the source of the rat poison is unknown.

Judging from the police investigation about Zhou Qingchun's last life trajectory before committing suicide, he frequently visited the above four witnesses during that time.

There was silence in the car, and everyone was silent, thinking about the doubts they could catch at the moment and see if they could find a breakthrough.

But all three of them knew that this was not optimistic.

After all, these are also the suspicions that have plagued the police for nearly eight years. If this case had been placed in the capital of Tianwang, it might have been solved a long time ago, but unfortunately, Ling'an Town eight years ago, a small town with a permanent population of less than 1,000 people, was still a blind spot in surveillance.

"Where did Officer Zhou get the rat poison clues?" Ling Li pondered for a long time, asking herself this difficult question over and over again.

On Sunday afternoons, the capital is like a giant magnet, attracting vehicles from all directions. On the main traffic roads in Funan Province, almost all of them are full in the direction of returning to the capital, and the direction of leaving the city is deserted.

Ling Li's car was also caught in this traffic, stop-and-go, and arrived at almost eight o'clock.

Nan Zhiyi was so hungry that he complained endlessly, and the noise was so loud that Zhong Zhuowen, who asked for him, couldn't help but complain several times.

It was easy to enter the East Second Ring Road, and Ling Li proposed to send Zhong Zhuowen home first.

Zhong Zhuowen was not happy, shouting how could she make a beautiful girl in her development hungry? She must eat first and then go home, otherwise if she is unlucky, if her parents find out that she lied about going to the same school on the weekend and actually ran away with a man in his thirties, let alone eating, she is afraid that she will break her legs.

Nan Zhiyi, who was dumped in the black pot, was very unhappy, and looked at her with slanted eyes: "Your hairy child is worth my abduction?" Figure it out, there are countless fans of this genius, where can I see you? ”

Zhong Zhuowen looked incredulous, and sneered: "You can still have a fan sister in this species, ouch, I really believe it." ”

However, she deliberately squinted at Ling Li and snorted from her nose: "Are you talking about this?" ”

The scene became embarrassing, not only Ling Li was at a loss, Nan Zhiyi's smile was a little unnatural, and he fooled the past, and Zhong Zhuowen, who won a big victory, naturally had the qualifications to stay and eat.

This little episode reminded Ling Li of another matter.

Nan Zhiyi didn't talk nonsense, she didn't know about others, at least Wei Wei's heart had always been on him.

If you want to talk about the degree of beauty, Wei Wei is not bad compared with popular actresses, Nan Zhiyi is not exaggerating.

couldn't get rid of Zhong Zhuowen, a girl like dog skin plaster, Nan Zhiyi had no choice but to give in.

The last dinner was eaten in Zhang Shouzhen's shop.

It's half past eight, it's already busy past the rush hour, there are still three tables of customers in the store, my aunt is stir-frying, my uncle is moving tables and chairs, and from time to time I am leaning over and beating my waist that I can't straighten up after a day.

Ling Li hurriedly rolled up her sleeves and stepped forward to help.

A week ago, my cousin and sister-in-law had already returned to Shenshi with Xiaobao to prepare for the second stage of treatment.

After the most difficult period, my uncle's family has gradually settled down. After selling the house, I didn't have to worry about the funds for the time being, and I couldn't sit back and eat empty, and the family had no income, so the small shop continued to open.

It's just that in just half a year, my uncle and aunt have aged a lot.

Especially my uncle, under heavy pressure, his spirit is obviously not as good as before.

It's just that seeing Nan Zhiyi, who hasn't come for a long time, still came with Ling Li, Zhang Shouzhen's face bloomed.

He hurriedly beckoned the two of them to sit down, and didn't ask them what they wanted to eat, so he directly brought fried crispy pork, stir-fried lotus white, soy sauce and vegetables, sauerkraut vermicelli soup, and a dish of yellow sand fish roasted with old tofu.

Nan Zhiyi's eyes lit up. This is almost all his favorite dishes, and he is happy to give Zhang Shouzhen a thumbs up, and Zhang Shouzhen is happy to smile like a child.

After completing the task of serving the food, Zhang Shouzhen had time to greet and asked Nan Zhiyi: "Professor Nan, where did you and Xiaoli come back?" ”

"South Stream." He didn't raise his head, and replied directly.

"Nanxi?" Doubts flashed in Zhang Shouzhen's eyes, and his gaze moved to Zhong Zhuowen, "This is ...... again"

Ling Li's heart tightened.

Since the last time Zhang Shouzhen had a conflict with Li Guo's junior follower, Officer Xi, because of the case, Ling Li no longer dared to let his uncle know about the various entanglements in this case, not only did he hide the purpose of going to Nanxi this time, but also Zhong Zhuowen and Shi Meina came to the door three or four times before, and they didn't let their uncle know.

Nan Zhiyi's freewheeling temperament is hard to guarantee that he won't tell everything in one sentence.

She was still thinking about how to take over the conversation, or how to hint that Nan Zhiyi should stop goofing, but Nan Zhiyi said while throwing crispy meat into her mouth: "It's May, the last batch of cherries is about to go down the tree, and if you don't eat it, it's too late." I promised the pink sister during the Chinese New Year, and I didn't take her to say it. ”

He glanced sideways at Zhong Zhuowen, who was so tall and abrupt: "It just so happens that this child also wants to go, she is tall and easy to pick cherries, so I brought an extra coolie." ”

Just quietly fooled this thing over.

"Oh!" Zhang Shouzhen suddenly realized, and he couldn't hide the joy hidden after a few seconds, "Picking cherries, good, cherries." ”

Ling Li was a little big.

It was really a wave of unevenness, and she probably knew what her uncle was thinking.

Several times before on the phone, her uncle asked her about her relationship with Nan Zhiyi, and the intention was so obvious that she could smell it through the phone line.

Afraid that her uncle would output something outrageous, she hurriedly interrupted: "Uncle, aren't you going to look at the kitchen?" My aunt let the food be served. ”

"Okay, just go." Zhang Shouzhen was beaming with joy and smiled with wrinkles on his face.

After they had eaten, Zhang Shouzhen also happened to be idle.

He first served a pot of tartary buckwheat tea, then took a small bench and sat next to Nan Zhiyi.

After that, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the circle of friends, and pointed out Xiaobao's recent situation to show Nan Zhiyi.