After confirming again that Yu Jiannan just ran away from school by herself, Gu Song asked Zhang Chao a few questions casually. Seeing that Gu Song looked anxious to find Yu Jianan, Zhang Chao, like the police officer at the police station, was very curious about this matter. However, the question he asked was diametrically opposed.

"Officer Gu, our school is so unsafe now, do you think something really happened to Jia Nan? For example, will you be killed by that pervert? ”

"What pervert?" Gu Song was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Zhang Chao was talking about the murderers of Vice Principal Li and Teacher Liu, and couldn't help laughing, "Things haven't been clarified yet, can you students not add fuel and vinegar to it, whimsical." It was nothing, but it turned out to be more and more outrageous by you. ”

"But ......" Zhang Chao grinned and said worriedly, "What is not a pervert?" He killed two people in a row. If you don't think of a way to catch that person, I'm afraid there will be something going on in the school. ”

Hearing this, Gu Song frowned unhappily and scolded "crow's mouth", but he was also worried that the murderer would commit the crime again.

Through the analysis of the two cases, the police deduced that the murderer's motive was revenge killing. The murderer should have some intersection with Li Tianhua and Liu Yiping, and hold a grudge against both of them. However, whether it is Lai Tianhua or Liu Yiping, it is difficult for the police to identify suspects with such criminal motives from their social connections. Especially the old man Liu Yiping, who retired at home more than ten years ago, has a relatively simple life circle, and has rarely had contact with outsiders in recent years. For what happened to her, relatives and friends around her were surprised and all expressed their incomprehension.

If the idea of revenge killing is correct, then the murderer's motive for committing the crime must be quite hidden, and it may take some time to dig out this motive. Considering the age of the two victims, perhaps the dangerous murder was secretly planted many years ago, and only recently it has borne fruit, so when they investigate the social relationship of the two victims, they should also have a detailed understanding of the life experiences of the two victims.

Thinking that there were still so many difficult tasks to be completed, Gu Song was not in the mood to continue to stay. He got up and left the dormitory, and before leaving, he told Zhang Chao seriously: "Classmate, let me tell you, don't talk nonsense about Yu Jianan. If I hear any strange rumors in the school in a few days, I won't spare you. ”

"Uncle policeman, don't worry, I'm not the kind of big mouth who likes to spread rumors." Zhang Chao nodded in agreement, and for the last second, he was quietly thinking about how to gossip about it with his guys.

When I walked out of the No. 2 dormitory building, it was just in time for the students to get out of class, and the quiet university campus suddenly became bustling and noisy. The horrific murders, while spreading in schools, did not have much of an impact on these energetic young people. Their lives are still going on step by step, going to class, getting out of class, resting, playing, falling in love, participating in club activities, and the death of others is something that has nothing to do with them after all.

I hope the murderer's killing ends here, and I hope he doesn't stretch his clutches out to these energetic students. If the murderer's intention is revenge, then finding out the source of his hatred as soon as possible is the most important thing.

After returning from the hospital, Qiye had insomnia until early in the morning and fell asleep in a daze. When he opened his eyes again, the warm red sun had already set in the west. He yawned and stretched his limbs lazily. With the pulling of the muscles, the wound on the arm began to ache dullly.

The pain reminded him of the experience of the previous night, and as soon as he thought of the two debt collectors, he realized that he had a very difficult task to complete. He gritted his teeth and got up from the bed, took out the painkillers prescribed by the doctor from the pocket of the clothes he had worn yesterday, and took the pills with half an unfinished bottle of mineral water.

Despite the rumbling of hunger, Qiye didn't want to eat at all. He sat back on the edge of the bed, opened his phone's address book, and thought about borrowing money while looking through the phone numbers that he rarely contacted on a daily basis. As he flipped through the letter L, a piercing name suddenly came into his sight.

I made a ransom call that night, and in order to facilitate future contact, Qi Ye conveniently stored Li Tianhua's number in the mobile phone address book. He never expected that this time would be his first and last contact with Li Tianhua.

Seeing that familiar and unfamiliar name, Qi Ye couldn't help but sigh in his heart: If only Li Tianhua hadn't died, he wouldn't have become a criminal suspect by accident, Li Xia wouldn't hate him because of this, his extortion plan wouldn't have failed, and 600,000 might have been obtained a long time ago.

But life is impermanent, and no one can predict how a person's fate will change in the next second. Perhaps, he was destined not to have that kind of evil thoughts, not to risk a crime, or even his life to blackmail a demon who kills people without blinking.

Qiye sighed and continued to swipe down the screen. As soon as he flipped through a few names, his attention was once again drawn to a person with the surname L. Boss Li, this is probably the richest one of all the people he knows.

It's just that he is not familiar with Boss Li, and he has only met a few times in the bar before and after, and every time he is dragged by Boss Li to drink, which makes him feel extremely embarrassed. Thinking that he sneaked away in the bar a few days ago without even saying hello, Qi Ye was really embarrassed to take the initiative to ask Boss Li about borrowing money. But for the sake of Xiaolong and Uncle Long, he could only bite the bullet and cheekily find Boss Li for help.

Dialing the phone with apprehension, Qi Ye greeted a little timidly: "Hey, hello, is it Boss Li?" He thought that the other party would complain to him about the events of that night, but he didn't expect that after the other party heard his voice, not only did he not blame him, but also said to him enthusiastically: "It's Xiaoqi, I just want to find you for something." ”

"It's me." Qi Ye hurriedly replied, and for a while he couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in the other party's gourd. "Excuse me, is there anything Boss Li looking for me?"

"Oh, that's right." Boss Li explained with a smile, "At nine o'clock tonight, I am going to hold a private drinking party in the villa, and I want to invite you to come to me and sing a few songs." ”

Qiye glanced down at the gauze wrapped around his arm, and replied regretfully, "It's okay to sing, but I may not be able to play the guitar and my arm is injured." ”

"It's okay." Boss Li comforted Qiye and said, "I've hired a good band, you don't have to play the guitar, just sing a few English songs quietly." You can rest assured, the cost of the show is indispensable. ”

"Okay." Qi Ye agreed without thinking about it, although he didn't like to go to that kind of rich person's private party to join in the fun, but now rejecting Boss Li is equivalent to cutting off his "financial route", and it is not so easy to borrow money again. "You can send the address and the playlist to my phone, I'll prepare in advance, and I'll be there before nine o'clock."

"Great." Boss Li looked very happy, "I'm afraid you won't have time tonight." Actually, I wanted to tell you about it at the bar that night, but you ran away halfway, and then I couldn't get in touch with you. ”

"I'm sorry I ...... that day"

"Forget it, I won't talk about the past. I've got other singers today, so since you have time, let's put the icing on the cake. Boss Li was about to hang up the phone as he spoke, but Qi Ye hurriedly called, "Wait, Boss Li." ”

"What's wrong, is there anything else?"

"I ......" Qi Ye clenched his fists and made a lot of determination before he spoke, "Boss Li, I want to ask you for help with something." ”

"What's the matter?"

"I want to borrow money from you, something happened at home......"

"How much do you want to borrow?"

Qiye bit his lip and said, "Six hundred thousand." ”

"Oh......" Boss Li pondered for a moment, and replied perfunctorily, "That's it, Xiaoqi, you come over to perform first, and then we will slowly talk about borrowing money after the drinking party." ”

"Then, okay......" Qi Ye agreed casually, and he couldn't figure out what Boss Li meant. Thinking of the other party's family property, 600,000 yuan should be just an insignificant amount of money, Boss Li has always been generous, and borrowing money should not be a problem.

Hanging up the phone, Qiye fell headlong on the bed, as if all the strength of his body had been drained. He was not good at dealing with these businessmen, but Boss Li was the last person he wanted to take the initiative to approach.

Lying on the bed for a few minutes, Qiye received the address and song list from Boss Li. The songs in the playlist were all songs he had sung in the bar before, and Boss Li asked him to pick out four of his favorite songs at random. He looked at the names, pondered for a moment, and finally decided to sing: Falling slowly, Im yours, Yellow, You raise me up.

Since he decided to help Xiaolong repay the loan shark, Qi Ye didn't have the heart to think about it anymore. In any case, he must borrow 600,000 yuan tonight to get rid of those two debt collectors as soon as possible, and he must not let more people be involved in this matter.

Qiye sat up, grabbed his guitar case from the side of the bed, took out the guitar and held it in his arms. He tried to hold down the strings with his left hand, but as soon as he pushed hard, the wound on his arm was pulled and painful. He gritted his teeth and tried to keep playing the first song, but due to the impact of the knife wound, he couldn't do it well with his left hand pressing the strings, so that the timbre and pitch of the play didn't feel right.

After trying for a while, Qiye had to give up the idea of playing the piano. Frustrated, he threw his guitar onto the bed and hummed softly to the melody in his head.