It was only from stepping out of the gate of the terrible house that she finally put her panicked heart back in her stomach.

Then he immediately let go of the hand that was holding her wrist.

He wore a baggy white T-shirt and long jeans, and the brim of his baseball cap was crushed so low that only the bridge of his nose and thin face could be seen, and the outfit was indistinguishable from what she had seen in Hanhong Middle School.

He is Mr. Nan.

They walked out of the intricate alleys, and she glanced at the Chinese knots sold at the alleys, and walked out of the alleys to a jeep parked on the side of the road where cars could drive.

He opened the door and let her in, and then sat down on the other side.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked after half a minute of silence. He spoke clearly, and his voice was like some kind of weapon that was hard, cold, and somewhat aggressive.

During this period, Che Songhe didn't even dare to take a breath of atmosphere.

"I don't know... Right? "Should she know, or should she not. If he didn't want her to know, then she would have assumed that she didn't know. She thought.

It doesn't matter who he is, he can't do much worse to save her.

It turned out that in the portrait she mistakenly thought was Xu Langxing, the face covered by the brim of the hat looked like this.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

She didn't say a word.

A posture of being afraid of being taught a lesson, lowering his eyebrows and pleasing his eyes.

"You're too bold." There was a hint of impatience in his voice. "Don't come back in the future, and don't get involved in this."

"Then why?" She lifted her eyes.

"This matter has nothing to do with you." He said coldly.

"What does that have to do with you?" She asked rhetorically

Originally, he parked the car in the old place and stared at He Lijin.

During the period when he was released from prison, he would come when he could, park his car on the side of the road, and go to his temporary place to check on the situation.

He kept an eye on him to see who he was in contact with and if he could give him any clues. He had already gone to the house where He Lijin lived before, and naturally passed through another house next to him.

He rented a room on the fourth floor of the rented room, and never lived in it, but only kept it in front of people.

He went to He Lijin's house through the rooftop of the building, monitored and tracked, and was familiar with the way. He Lijin went out to buy beer, he felt nothing unusual, and when he got into the car, he was thinking about whether to leave or continue to stare for a while, and then frowned.

He actually saw the little girl and went in the direction of He Lijin's house. He could only get out of the car and follow her, so when Che Songhe observed the situation at the door of He Lijin's house, he stood against the wall at the corner of the stairs between the first and second floors.

If nothing unexpected happened to her, he would call Han Chengyu after she left safely and ask him to stop her from taking such a risky act.

Therefore, he showed up to prevent her from being knocked unconscious with a stick, and he had no choice.

He doesn't care about the cold words of others, Che Songhe is not afraid.

"Anyway, you don't care."

"Oh." She replied absentmindedly. Promise first, and then talk about whether you do it or not.

The other party saw that she looked docile and submissive, and she couldn't get angry.

"Do you know Han Chengyu? I guess you were the one I saw at school that day. Why are you here. ”

"Fasten your seatbelt, say the address, and nothing else has anything to do with you."

On the way home, he didn't speak, and neither did she.

When she got downstairs, she honestly drove the car by herself and got out of the car, without saying thank you.

Although Cha Song-ha has been confused for a long time by the dramatic encounter with the man in the baseball cap since the last time she experienced that shock-and-then delight-filled house adventure, she did not have the courage to set foot in that terrible place again.

She asked for some help from Zhang Yichao, who opened a mahjong parlor.

For example, she happened to encounter He Lijin's debt collection, you can pay attention to it.

Things quickly progressed. One morning around two weeks ago, Zhang Yichao sent a video to her phone.

The video shows the time at just over nine o'clock the night before. The scrawny man in the picture staggers back to his room, unable to tell if he has drunk too much or has been beaten, and needs to hold on to the wall or the edge of the table or bed to stand firmly.

He sat down at the small round table and began to drink liquor again, and after a while he began to talk on the phone. I couldn't hear what the other party was saying, and it was obvious that I rejected him at first.

It's a pity that this drunkard is really desperate, so he can only contact the other party again and again, and finally, the other party agreed to see him.

"He Lijin, his parents, relatives, brothers and sisters, none of them are in the local area. Before he was imprisoned, he didn't move around close friends. In recent times, the debtors have pressed him very hard.

If he had contacted the outside world, it would have been someone who could provide financial help and was a little jealous of him. This person may have something to do with the person you're looking for. In these two days, just find someone to follow him, there will be what you want. Zhang Yichao said with confidence.

Things are moving fast.

The next evening, he drove a black business car and parked downstairs in the Chesonghe community, He Lijin was going to the place where he met people, and someone else was arranged to follow him, and Zhang Yichao made a special trip to pick her up.

The car drove to a light bar, and a small but smart man was on the side of the street. The man wanted to open the back door and get into the car, but when he saw the car Song He sitting in the back seat, he was slightly stunned.

Zhang Yichao leaned out of his seat and slapped him on the head, telling him to quickly close the car door. Then I heard him stand on the street and report a few words, and sent him to take pictures in the light bar.

As soon as the man left, Zhang Yichao's head poked back, and before they could say a word, the car door was opened again.

Teacher Nan dodged in and sat next to her in the back seat.

"You're stalking me?" Che Songhe looked frightened, his back was straight, his mouth was open, and his eyes were wide on his beautiful face. She felt that no matter where she saw him from now on, she would not be surprised.

"I said I'm staring at him." As he spoke, he was looking at the driver on the left side of the front row and Zhang Yichao on the back with sharp eyes.

Zhang Yichao twisted his body, his face full of inexplicability. "What is this?" He pointed his finger at the other and asked her.

"Let me introduce you, that..."

In fact, she didn't know who he was, but she only estimated that he had something to do with Han Chengyu.

"No need," Mr. Nan interrupted, "I don't like hooligans. ”

Zhang Yichao was about to have a seizure, she hurriedly grabbed Bai Dao, "It's okay, it's okay, I know." ”

Zhang Yichao twisted his body back again. Mr. Nan seemed to be satisfied with this answer, and pulled the car door shut.

The driver in the driver's seat peeked at him through the rearview mirror, shrunk his neck, and smashed his mouth.

"Look at what you see." Zhang Yichao slapped the driver's head again, and said without a good temper.

Twenty minutes later.

"It's still a woman, it's amazing. It's been a year full of heroines. ”

Zhang Yichao looked at the lady who was connected to He Lijin in the photo and said slowly.

"I know her." Che Songhe said.