Ziya opened the menu again.

"What are you trying to say today, what does this have to do with Miran's death." Shan Wenchun looked at Ziya opposite.

"Wen Chun, you have changed. Won't you let me finish my sentence? Zi Yaya's expression at this time was not too hurried.

"When Milan was sick and hospitalized, the boss used to go to the hospital, which was told to me by my roommate Tang Tang. Tang Tang likes that boss very much, so he will sometimes be more clear about his behavior. Ziya looked at the calm and pure in front of her.

Shortly after Milan's death, Tang Tang saw the boss hurrying out of the hospital. That's how I learned the news, after all, how long ago she came to my house and I accidentally talked about it. Ziya circled the two dishes on the menu with a pen.

Wen Cun's eyes flashed a little spark at this time.

"If the owner of the bar really went to the hospital that day, then Miran's death really had something to do with him. Anyway, thank you Ziya. Shan Wencun looked at Ziya with a somewhat evasive look.

"I know you care about Miran's death, you don't have to say it, because your expression betrays you." Ziya called the waiter.

The waiter asked for these two dishes.

Ziya and the waiter nodded.

"Do you know why I'm coming to you today, because I have something more important to tell you. There is still no news about Zhang Chen's disappearance, and I think we should do something about it. Ziya looked out the window with her face in her hands.

"You have something in your words, you mean that Zhang Chen's disappearance is not an intention

Outside, it may be ......" Shan Wenchun said what he already had in his heart.

Ziya didn't look at him much, just nodded.

"Hello, Miss, the dish you ordered has come up." The waiter's eyes were more on Wen Chun's body at this time.

Ziya nodded and asked the waiter to step down.

"I was surprised at the beginning of Uncle Zhang's death and Ms. Zhang Chen's disappearance, because I found that when Uncle Zhang died, the lights in his teahouse were still on. That night was the time when the pavement was most crowded, and in a small corner of the bustling market, even if it was not noticed, it would have a lot of attention. Ziya picked up the dish and said.

Shan Wenchun became very calm at this time, and there was no expression.

"Maybe it's a coincidence that Milan's death, Uncle Zhang's death and Ms. Zhang Chen's disappearance are all this." Ziya said indifferently with the dishes.

Shan Wenchun looked at the scenery outside the window, he knew that all this was not so simple.

He hesitated for a moment.

"Those of us who have been to Meishan have suffered accidents one after another, Ziya, I believe you should also see it." Shan Wenchun looked at Ziya with water.

Ziya didn't say anything, just kept eating the vegetables. Her eyes skimmed ahead, and this moment happened to be seen by Wen Chun. He had always had doubts about the purpose of Ziya's visit today, and this look betrayed her.

Shan Wenchun continued to drink with water.

"It's not too early, let's go back after eating." Shan Wenchun lost his previous care and gentle tone.

Ziya also noticed it, but at this time, the emotions of the two seemed to be changing inexplicably.

"Ziya, I want to ask you to do me a favor, if you find anything else recently, please let me know." Wen Chun said a little pleadingly.

Ziya didn't expect Wen Chun's expression to change so much, and of course she agreed.

Wen Chun and Ziya came back soon after eating.

At this time, Wen Chun lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling on the wall.

He was thinking about what had happened in the last few days, combing through them over and over again in his mind. The death of Uncle Zhang, the disappearance of Zhang Chen and the death of Milan are too coincidental.

Although Wen Chun came out of the police station, he has not completely gotten rid of suspicion, he needs to prove his innocence, and there are not many people who can help him at this time.

Shan Wenchun lay on the bed for a long time, and suddenly his mind lit up, his eyes opened, and he looked at the ceiling above his head.

He seemed to have thought of something, and then hurriedly picked up his clothes and walked out.

"Hello Pang Fei, I'm Shan Wenchun. I want to find you something, I don't know if you have time now," Shan Wenchun said while standing outside with his mobile phone.

Pang Fei was lying in his rental house at this time, holding a note with this string of numbers in his hand.

"Why did you think to call today, do you have something?" Pang Fei said a little unkindly.

At this time, the hearts of the two people seemed to recall knowingly, they both knew each other's existence, and they also knew the relationship with Mi Lan.

"If you want to come, come then, and I'll tell you the exact address right away." Pang Fei said thoughtfully.

The midday sun was poisonous, just like the sun that Mi Lan had fainted on 99th Street that day.

Soon Wen Chun came to the door of Pang Fei's house, he rang the doorbell, only to see Pang Fei holding a note in his hand, and quickly stuffed it into his pocket.

The two men looked at each other at the door for a moment before entering the house.

Wen Cun sat on the bed, and Pang Fei turned around to pour water.

"Pang Fei, I came to you today for something, I was thinking that Mi Lan's matter might ......" He looked at Pang Fei's back hesitantly.

The tea set in Pang Fei's hand collided.

"What you want to say is Milan's matter, the official investigation is underway, and as far as I know, you are currently the biggest suspect." Pang Fei said a little angrily.

"I know you may not believe it, but Miran really wasn't killed by me." Speaking of which, Wen Cun's eyes lit up.

"I'm here today to ask about the hospital on the day of Miran's death. You must have been in the hospital when Mi Lan died that day. Shan Wenchun stared at Pang Fei with pure eyes.

Pang Fei turned around.

"I was in the hospital that day, but I was here to follow you. I can't stand you being so close to my girlfriend. But it didn't take long after that, and I felt like it was better for me to leave, because Miran would find out sooner or later. Pang Fei took the water and gave it to Shan Wenchun.

Shan Wenchun stared at the person in front of him.

"I can't accept Miran's death now, and I can't accept it, even reluctantly. Maybe you don't understand this kind of feeling, it's very subtle, it's a very subtle feeling. Pang Fei sat there with his head bowed.

Two hours passed.

"If we can, we can go to Officer Zhang. Maybe get a little bit of news from him. Shan Wenchun looked at the person in front of him.

"I think no matter what, I'm going to find Miran's killer." Pang Fei muttered to himself fiercely.

Wen Cun was a little stunned, but he didn't say anything.

Wen Chun quickly put down the things in his hand, walked to the window, and looked at a begonia flower placed outside.

"Did you plant this begonia flower?" Wen Cun stroked the flower with his hand.

Pang Fei lit a cigarette.

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