On the way to Lin Xiaolu's house, there was a shower.

The rain was not small, and it lasted about twenty minutes before stopping.

Fortunately, it was a truck and it was not drenched.

If it is a dual-purpose motorcycle before, it will inevitably become a soup chicken.

With such a shower without warning, it was too late to even find a place to hide.

When Meng Qing said that she wanted to buy a truck before, Jiang Zhilian still felt that there was no need for this.

It's only been a few days since it opened, and she's already very fond of it.

Her beloved dual-purpose motorcycle was abandoned by her in the kiosk downstairs of the rental house, suffering from the increasingly thick dust, and crying gloomily.

The complexity of human beings is manifested in the fact that when dealing with the same object, sometimes they will miss the old, and sometimes they will like the new and hate the old.

It all depends on the mood and can change depending on the situation.

Lin Xiaolu lives in the old town in the south, and the truck can't drive into the small alley, so Jiang Zhilian parked the car on the side of the road.

After the rain in late autumn, the cold is oppressive.

When she got out of the car, Jiang Zhilian couldn't help but shudder.

Aunt Zhou took her left and right, walking through one wet stone road after another.

The alley is very quiet.

The surrounding houses are dilapidated and the old door panels are crumbling. The broken thresholds of each house and the stone steps covered with moss are all full of vicissitudes.

There was a pile of garbage piled up in the corner, and at this time it was soaked in rain and stirred into a disgusting mass.

When passing by, Jiang Zhilian smelled a foul smell.

She also saw two dirty little wild dogs, who were picking up and grazing there.

It's not hard to imagine what a scene of flies and insects flying around and smelling like here in the middle of summer.

Jiang Zhilian followed behind Aunt Zhou and climbed a narrow spiral staircase.

The slabs of the staircase were overwhelmed and creaked.

The iron handrails were rusty and had many signs of breakage.

Just when Jiang Zhilian was looking left and right and full of emotion, Aunt Zhou, who was walking in front, stopped in front of a mahogany door.

She knocked on the door twice.

Jiang Zhilian found that this door was the cleanest in the vicinity, and it should have been repainted not long ago.

After a while, a handsome man with a flat head came over and opened the door.

"This is my wife, surnamed Zhang. This is Xiaolu's friend, Xiaojiang. Mrs. Zhou gave a brief introduction to both parties.

Jiang Zhilian greeted with a smile, "Uncle Zhang, hello!" ”

"Xiao Jiang, hurry up and enter the house!" Uncle Zhang has a standard Chinese face, with good facial features, thick eyebrows and big eyes. When he was young, he must have been a handsome guy.

Jiang Zhilian found that the house was covered with cement floors, and everyone had not changed their shoes.

So, she carefully rubbed the soles of her shoes outside before she walked inside.

The house is a one-bedroom structure with a visual area of about 60 square meters.

There is a double bed in the living room, a big sofa.

Whether it's on the bed or on the sofa, it's full of things and it's messy.

Iron wire, bricks, waste plastic sheeting, blackened cotton wool...... The room was full of unbelievable things.

Did Lin Xiaolu grow up in such an environment?

It's so breathtaking!

Aunt Zhou patted Jiang Zhilian's shoulder and whispered, "Xiaolu is lying in the bedroom, you go and talk to her!" ”

Jiang Zhilian nodded and walked towards the bedroom.

The bedroom door was tightly pressed against the wall and did not close.

When she got closer, she realized that there was too much mess around the door panel, so it shouldn't be able to close.

"Sister Xiaolu......" Jiang Zhilian leaned against the door and called softly.

Lin Xiaolu lay on her side with her back to her, without any response.

Jiang Zhilian walked directly to the side of the bed and sat down.

She put her hand on Lin Xiaolu's arm, sighed leisurely, and pretended to be aggrieved: "You shouldn't blame me, so you don't want to see me, right?" ”

Lin Xiaolu finally reacted, she wiped her eyes, turned over and sat up.

Jiang Zhilian saw that her eyes were so red and swollen, her long eyelashes were wet, and the corners of her eyes were shining, and she didn't wipe away all the tears in the few strokes she wiped indiscriminately.

"How can I blame you, it has nothing to do with you......" Lin Xiaolu is not a person who does not tell right from wrong.

Jiang Zhilian really helped her at the beginning, and there was no problem with the ways and methods of helping, and she only had gratitude in her heart.

What happened next was purely accidental.

The sinners are Cai Zhengxin and his brother-in-law, and they have nothing to do with anyone else.

Lin Xiaolu was able to say this, and he said it quite sincerely, not like a casual perfunctory, which made Jiang Zhilian suddenly feel a little moved.

It's already happened, and it's hurt so much.

At this time, any words of comfort do not have much meaning.

Jiang Zhilian still likes to solve the problem first.

When the problems are dealt with clearly, the knots in the heart will naturally be slowly unraveled, and the scars will gradually heal in the passage of time.

Otherwise, no matter how much you talk about the big truth, no matter how much chicken soup for the soul you boil, it will be useless.

"Can I ask a question that you probably don't want to face?" Jiang Zhilian didn't even get up a prelude, so she directly started to talk about the key points.

Lin Xiaolu lowered his head and was silent for a long time.

Jiang Zhilian didn't give her a chance to escape, and asked directly: "Do you still keep the clothes from that day?" ”

Lin Xiaolu's whole body shrank back.

Jiang Zhilian knew that this was her knee-jerk reaction to fear, and she couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

However, what should be faced still has to be faced! So that you can get out faster.

Why come out as soon as possible?

Because you have to be strong to live.

Lin Xiaolu already has a record of seeking death twice, once was rescued by a colleague, and once was stopped by Zhou Damiang in time.

And what about next time?

What if no one finds out next time?

Jiang Zhilian did not want such a tragedy to happen.

So she was also anxious, just as anxious as Aunt Zhou.

"I just want to know, did you leave any evidence......" Jiang Zhilian slowed down her tone, trying not to stimulate Lin Xiaolu's fragile nerves.

But such memories are destined to stir the most sensitive nerve and trigger the most painful string in the heart.

Lin Xiaolu endured tears for a long time, and big drops fell down.

Jiang Zhilian glanced at the room, got up and walked to the window, took out a towel from the basin, and handed it to Lin Xiaolu.

Lin Xiaolu covered his face with a towel, lay on his knees, and cried suppressedly for a while.

Jiang Zhilian didn't bother her, and waited patiently beside her.

After about ten minutes, Lin Xiaolu finally raised his head.

With a thick nasal voice, she slowly spoke, "I burned all my clothes, and there is no evidence...... It was in a barn and the surroundings were desolate. I shouted for a long time, but no one came. Even if someone passes by, they probably won't come forward again......"

Jiang Zhilian nodded.

She expected that there would be no evidence.

Even if the clothes are not burned, or even washed and still remained, that does not necessarily prove anything.

In this day and age, there may not be advanced identification technology to identify criminals.

Even if Cai Zhengxin and his brother-in-law committed this crime, they would have been shot directly at that time.

However, there must also be physical evidence.

Especially human witnesses, preferably the kind that many people see together.

Otherwise, no one can make an empty statement about who is guilty.

In the final analysis, it is still the same sentence, the road is not going to work.

Then we have to find another way.

Jiang Zhilian sneered and silently activated the battle mode in her heart.

"Do you want to see how I torture them?"

Lin Xiaolu looked at Jiang Zhilian with confusion in his eyes.

"If you want to see how they are unlucky, how they suffer, how they cry for their father, how they cry for their mother, how they kneel down and beg for mercy and call for grandma, you have to live well! Got it? Jiang Zhilian is louder than a voice, full of momentum, and her ability to incite emotions is world-class.

Lin Xiaolu's eyes flashed with a strange light.

"Do you want to see it?" Jiang Zhilian hoped to get a positive answer from the other party.

Lin Xiaolu pursed her lips and nodded fiercely.

Jiang Zhilian smiled slightly, "You promised me!" Do it! You can't do stupid things anymore! ”

Lin Xiaolu nodded again, and took the initiative to reply, "I won't do stupid things anymore......"

"Done! Then my trip was not in vain! Jiang Zhilian silently breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't go to work these days, just rest at home!" That broken job, if you lose it, you lose it, and I'll help you find a more lucrative job when I go back. ”

Lin Xiaolu smiled sadly, "Okay! ”