Fortunately, just when Nan Xiang had to cover his nose to prevent himself from squirting blood, the Lori squad leader seemed to have finally picked out the underwear to wear, and trotted back to take a bath with a "knock knock". Nan Xiang gasped heavily.

"My mother, I have escaped a catastrophe of blood and light."

Nan Xiang whispered to himself, crawled out from under the bed, gently dusted off his body, and looked at the desk of the leader of Lori's squad according to the light of the lamp. The time is about eight o'clock, and judging from the open homework book, Li Ruoyi's homework assigned today should have been completed. But judging from some of the tutorial books that have just been brought out, it seems that tonight's night battle has just begun.

Looks like a hard-working elementary school bully.。

Nan Xiang continued to turn his gaze to the bookshelves, different from the vertical placement of high-rise books, the floor closest to the hand, all the books are stacked and stacked, so that they can be taken and placed at any time. There are not only common practice problems, monthly magazines that students love to read, but also a diary with a beautiful girl's cartoon cover.

"Interesting......"

Nan Xiang picked up the notebook and simply flipped through it a few times. What jumps on the paper is the girl's unique Juanxiu font (except for Nanxiang's dog crawling font), which is mostly a disorder-free moaning essay, and the things that little girls like and hate are recorded on it in great detail, and even the last few pages have records about Nanxiang. Although it is scattered and unorganized, under Nanxiang's quick check, some clues related to the family were still found.

His father's company went bankrupt, his parents divorced, and he lived alone with his father, and the family owed a huge amount of money, and his father worked every day to pay off his debts until late at night. Little Lori is alone every day, and even her family rarely sees her.

"Dinner has always been self-serving, that's why you're so keen on rubbing my food?"

Nan Xiang said to herself, she roughly understood the outline of this family situation, and she also knew the direction of this mission. It seems that the key to solving the game should be on this father, as long as you can find some information from him, most of the task should be solved.

Thinking of this, Nan Xiang closed the diary, put the notebook back in its place, and returned to the living room softly. Her mission for today has been completed, and the investigation of her father will not be unveiled until tomorrow.

Nan Xiang found a corner that could block his vision, and then lay down gently, waiting for the night to pass. After a while, Li Ruoyi came out of the shower and returned to her room. After another hour or two, the light under the door of the room disappeared, and Nanxiang knew that she had turned off the lights and was ready to go to bed. After a while, the sound of unlocking the door finally came, and a middle-aged man appeared in the living room.

Nanxiang maintained a lying position, blending in with the shadows in the corners. Physiological functions such as breathing and heartbeat have been reduced to a minimum, and even if the man knows that there are others in the living room, it will probably take some effort to find Nanxiang.

The man turned on the light, washed as usual, and then dragged his tired body into the bedroom, and the sound of the door shutting was heard. At the same time, Nanxiang closed his eyes and fell asleep gently.

In the living room, there was silence.

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It was already half-dawn, and there was a slight noise in the living room, it should be Li Ruoyi's father who was packing up his things and preparing to go out. The nature of a ninja made Nanxiang wake up quickly, she opened her eyes, and silently waited for Li's father to leave.

Li's father made a very small sound, lest he wake up the little Lori who was still asleep. He was light-footed, but not slow at all, and after a while, Nan Xiang could even smell the smell of food coming from the kitchen.

Li's father carefully placed the dishes and chopsticks on the table in the living room and fastened the lid. And then, with a deliberately soft closing of the door, all the noise in the living room finally stopped. All is quiet again.

In this still dim shadow, a figure sat up, like an agile sparrow, and fell down from the window, it was Nanxiang.

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On the way in the early morning, she sent text messages to Li Ruoyi and Teacher Sun asking for leave, and then looked up at the back of the man not far in front of her, and began a whole day of tracking.

Subway, bus, office building, night market. From morning to night, wherever Li's father went, Nanxiang followed. During this period, Father Li seemed to have noticed a trace of abnormality, but when he looked back closely, he found nothing.

At the end of the day, it was clear that the investigation was quite effective. Nanxiang basically grasped the general information of this Li father, he was originally the owner of a well-known investment company in the city, but because he was deceived, the investment failed, which eventually not only led to the bankruptcy of the company, but also owed a large amount of loans. His wife also chose to leave at this time, which was undoubtedly worse for him.

Now, he has gone from being a business owner to a company accountant on duty, and the gap is frustrating. However, compared to the many people who rushed to succeed after bankruptcy and tried to turn over the money by gambling, only to fall deeper and deeper, this father seems to have shown his extraordinary patience and is still working step by step.

In addition, when this father Li got off work, he even took off his white collar suit, put on a dirty apron, pushed the locked cart in the corridor, and pushed it all the way to the lively night market to sell baked cold noodles and finger cakes.

"It's amazing, it's really a master in the folk......"

Nan Xiang hid in the corner and secretly observed Li's father's stall.

This kind of small food business can't be sold during the day, and the chengguan chase it everywhere, and the diners may not buy it. On the contrary, at night, or even in the early hours of the morning, there are always many people who hang out and are attracted by the small lights and the aroma of oil smoke, and stop here to buy a night meal or two.

Although this kind of business looks shabby, the actual income will be even higher than his white-collar job. Some time ago, there was a pancake aunt in the imperial capital whose name was resounding all over the country, all because of her line blurted out because of an egg dispute: "I have 30,000 yuan a month, will I lose an egg for you?" ”

Although it sounds a little unbelievable, but the streets and alleys, the corners, these seemingly inconspicuous small merchants and hawkers, may not be the existence of invisible local tyrants. I have to say that Father Li is willing to put down his body to do this kind of business, as long as it takes time, he will definitely be able to earn a considerable amount.

Li's father's business is not good or bad, mainly because his craftsmanship has not yet been completed, and he is not skilled in spreading cakes and knocking eggs, and the speed is naturally slower, so the customer flow is just enough for him to be busy. Nan Xiang squatted for a day, feeling a little sleepy, and involuntarily yawned, and the aroma of food in the air instantly aroused the gluttony in her belly.

"Forget it, I'll buy one too, I can't eat it just by looking at it, don't you want my own life?"

Nan Xiang stepped forward, and also planned to ask Father Li to buy a finger cake with intestines, so as to treat himself a little.

"Master, finger cake, add intestines!"

"Okay, do you want it to be spicy?"

The hot oil plate "zila", and Nanxiang's hand-grabbed cake went into the pot.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Several people suddenly gathered in front of the stall, dressed in black and pants, with a fierce face, each carrying a wooden stick in his hand, and he knew at a glance that the person who came was not good.

"Uncle Li, this money—is it time?"