"What is the relationship between you and Liang Hao?"

"I'm his landlord."

"When did he start renting your house?"

"It was probably March last year, when the previous tenant quit the lease and went back to his hometown, and it was the off-season before and after the New Year, so it was simply empty for a while. After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, I found an aunt to clean up, and then hung the house on the net. ”

"How long has he signed with you?"

"The contract was signed for one year, paid three mortgages and one, after the expiration of one year, I raised him by 200 yuan, it turned out to be 151 months, and now it is 171 months, and I didn't re-sign it, I said okay, if he doesn't rent it, just talk to me a month in advance, and I will return the deposit to him."

"How did he pay you rent?"

"WeChat transfer me. Utility bills or something, they will take care of it themselves, and occasionally, something is broken, the water pipe is blocked, etc., they will call me, and then I will take a look. ”

"When was the last time you saw him?"

"Think about it, about a month ago, the person who lived in the room next to him was the Xiao Zou who went out just now, and he wanted to apply for a residence permit, so I went to write him a certificate."

"Did he behave unusually at that time?"

He said hello. I went over in the evening, about eight or nine o'clock, he just came back from work, I was in the living room with Xiao Zou, and after a few chats, he went back to his room. ”

"What did you talk about?"

"After talking a few words about housing prices, the house in my neighborhood has risen a lot recently."

"How is his relationship with another tenant, Zou Zhichao?"

"Xiao Zou just moved in this year, and he has only lived there for more than two months, and he didn't find any contradictions between them."

"Is there anything else to add?"

"Nope."

"Is the above true?"

"It's true."

"Do you look at the transcript as you say?"

Jiang You took the transcript handed over by Ji Feng, and he quickly skimmed through it, "Yes, it's the same." ”

"Okay," Ji Feng took back the transcript, "You can go first." ”

Jiang You stood up, he walked out of the transcription room, walked forward along the corridor, walked through the hall, and walked out of the building.

The scorching midday sun fell directly above his head and shoulders.

Walking through the green belt, walking out of the gate of the Yushui Police Station, crossing the intersection, and walking to the corner, Jiang You paused.

He pulled out a green candy box from his pocket, pushed open the opening of the candy box with his thumb, shook it, poured out two mints, and put them in his mouth.

At nine o'clock this morning, Jiang You received a notice asking him to go to the Yushui Police Station to make a record.

His tenant, Liang Hao, jumped from the 37th floor of Xinwan Building at 3 a.m. yesterday. At four o'clock in the morning, sanitation workers found Liang Hao's body.

Before receiving the notice, Jiang You knew about it through the circle of friends.

Someone anonymously broke the news that Liang Hao committed suicide because of overtime, stress, conflicts with leaders, and depression. It is alleged that on the night of Liang Hao's suicide, he had stayed up three nights in a row for a new project.

For a while, programmers working overtime became a hot word, triggering a big discussion on Weibo and Zhihu in the circle of friends. Where he works, Xiaojie Technology Co., Ltd. has become a thousand people. The social account of Li Jia, the leader of his department, was also doxxed, and the surging doubts and abuse forced Li Jia to turn off the private message and comment functions.

Some conspiracy theory enthusiasts participated in the deduction and analysis of the incident, and they argued that Li Jia had an argument because he wanted to rob Liang Hao for credit, and in the process of the dispute, Li Jia pushed Liang Hao downstairs.

Some kind-hearted netizens began to organize donations. Other netizens with legal backgrounds began to analyze how Liang Hao's family should claim compensation from Xiaoxiao Company.

One after another, from different angles and different entry points, but the headlines are all equally eye-catching pushes occupy various content platforms.

The coolness of peppermint spreads in the mouth, diluting the heat.

Jiang You looked at the Xinwan Building not far away, the sunlight reflected by the glass curtain wall pierced his eyes, and he raised his hand to block his forehead.

In a trance, it seemed that a black dot was dangling from the top of the Xinwan Building.

Jiang You narrowed his eyes, and when he looked again, there was nothing on the top of the mansion except for a few wisps of faint clouds dyed golden by the sun. He lowered his head and thought about it, turned a corner under his feet, and walked in the direction of Lan Xinyuan, the community where Liang Hao lived.

On the sharp corner of the roof of Xinwan Building, a girl with long black hair, wearing a white shirt and dark blue strap skirt, and a ribbon of the same color tied at the neckline.

She held a wooden scimitar in her hand.

The roof wind blew through her hair and skirt.

Lanxin Garden is very close to Xinwan Building, about 20 minutes' walk, and is a demolition and resettlement community. Jiang You has three houses in it, one large apartment and two small apartments, all of which have been rented out, and only one room is empty for backup.

Usually, he lives in the hotel.

The name of the shop is Worm House, and it is located on the Cultural Street next to Wenfeng Park, selling postcards. After the customer picks out the postcard and stamp, he will agree on a day to send it, and then wait to receive the text written to him by his past self at a future day.

He has rent income and his own shop.

Every day, I slept until noon, went to the next store to eat a bowl of noodles, or poured rice, and then went to the park for a walk before returning to open for business. Compared with programmers who work a lot of overtime and have a high salary, he can be regarded as living a retirement life in advance.

Half an hour later, Jiang You walked to the apartment building where Liang Hao lived, and he climbed to the fifth floor.

The door was not shut, but was hidden.

Jiang You pushed the door and walked in.

Hearing the movement, a man with gray hair and a somewhat rickety body walked out of the room.

He looked at Jiang You with some confusion.

"I'm Liang Hao's landlord," Jiang You introduced himself, "Just call me Little Jiang, you are Liang Hao's parents, right?" ”

The man nodded.

Liang's mother followed Liang's father out of the room.

Staggering, haggard.

"Little Jiang......" Liang's father opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Jiang You walked into the living room. The floor was a little dirty, and there were seven or eight plastic chairs of different colors.

At this point, the door was pushed open again. Jiang You turned around, and he saw a young woman with a plain face, short hair, and a light yellow T-shirt and dark jeans walking in. She carried a black bag in her hand. After seeing Jiang You, she was obviously stunned, raised her head, and looked through Jiang You's shoulder to Liang's father and Liang's mother.

"He's Haozi's landlord." Liang's mother said.

"Oh, oh......" Xiao Chen glanced at Jiang You, "I'm here to help......"

"Xiao Chen has been helping us run," Liang's mother said, wiping her eyes and sighing, "We don't know where to go or who to turn to......"

Xiao Chen walked to Liang's mother, she pulled two chairs, put them next to Liang's father and Liang's mother, and helped them sit down.

"I'll pour you a glass of water." Xiao Chen said.

She walked into the kitchen.

On the kitchen counter are packets of instant noodles and a bag of disposable cups. Xiao Chen took out four cups.

"What is the relationship between you and Liang Hao?"

Xiao Chen raised her head, and she saw Jiang You standing behind her.

The kitchen door was shut.