"It's not easy to hail a taxi here at night, I'll send you!" Xu Mingzhi's voice came from the car, and after looking at the itinerary on his mobile phone that had been unanswered, he reached out and opened the car door.

As soon as he got into the car, Xu Mingzhi handed over a cigarette.

Yu Guang looked at the cigarette and couldn't help but smile. When he went out earlier, he forgot to take a cigarette, and now he really wants to smoke.

"Don't smoke?" Xu Mingzhi saw that he didn't answer, and asked.

"Pump!" After Yu Guang finished speaking, he reached out and took it in his mouth. With a click, Xu Mingzhi lit the lighter and gave way to Yu Guang. Yu Guang leaned over and lit a cigarette.

The astringency of tobacco permeated the mouth, and immediately dispelled a lot of tiredness all over the body.

The night breeze blew in through the window, whistling up the smoke from inside the car and whistling away.

Yu Guang leaned back in his chair and squinted relaxedly.

Xu Mingzhi glanced at him, didn't say anything, started the car and drove forward.

The city at two or three o'clock in the morning is empty and lonely.

Jeeps drive on deserted streets, and music on the radio soothes hypnosis.

I don't know when I fell asleep, and when I woke up, the car stopped in front of a field of lights.

It is the Lily Night Market.

Yu Guang glanced at the time displayed on the radio, and it was already past four o'clock. From the city bureau to the lily night market, if the road is smooth, it will take about 40 minutes to arrive. That is, they have been here for more than half an hour.

Yu Guang pinched his forehead, Xu Mingzhi's 'thoughtfulness' is really embarrassing.

"Is there any more smoke?" He asked.

Xu Mingzhi smiled, and then threw the whole pack of cigarettes over. After Yu Guang tapped a stick, he turned his head to look at Xu Mingzhi and said, "You shouldn't waste energy on me, Jin Jiaojiao's death has nothing to do with me, and I don't know how she died." However, for the sake of what you sent me today, I can give you a piece of advice. ”

"What advice?" Xu Mingzhi immediately became serious.

Yu Guang took a puff of cigarette and said, "Have you checked Jin Jiaojiao's financial resources?" ”

Jin Jiaojiao's financial resources?

Xu Mingzhi frowned slightly, since Jin Jiaojiao's identity was confirmed, all her personal information, including her financial situation, was the first thing to be investigated. It's just that in the past two days, he has focused on 'Yu Guang', so he has ignored this part. At this moment, he was reminded by Yu Guang, and he suddenly remembered that when they went to investigate in the house rented by Jin Jiaojiao in Qiaoxi Garden on the 6th, they found a lot of brand-name bags and jewelry, which were not easy for her working class with a monthly income of about 10,000 yuan. There must be something wrong with this, but the appearance of 'Afterglow' made him ignore these doubts for a while.

So, what did Yu Guang want to remind him of when he mentioned this at this moment?

In a moment's effort, many thoughts turned in Xu Mingzhi's mind, he looked at the afterglow, and asked tentatively: "You mean that Jin Jiaojiao's death is related to this?"

Yu Guang took a puff of his cigarette and replied, "How do I know if it's okay, I'm just giving you an idea." With that, he opened the door and prepared to get out of the car.

Xu Mingzhi stopped him: "Wait a minute, it's all this time, have breakfast together, and I'll send you back." ”

"No, you don't." Yu Guang decisively rejected him, what he said just now was actually a little unruly. After he waved his hand at Xu Mingzhi, he got out of the car without looking back.

After Xu Mingzhi watched his back disappear into the night, he picked up his mobile phone and found He Yu's phone and called: "Have you checked the economic situation of Jin Jiaojiao that you asked you to check before?" ”

On the other end of the phone, He Yu couldn't even open his eyes, and after hearing what Xu Mingzhi said, he immediately sobered up and said, "I forgot." ”

Xu Mingzhi wanted to reprimand him, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back. In fact, He Yu can't be completely blamed for this, even he himself forgot about it? If it weren't for the afterglow reminder, he might not have remembered it.

"I'll check it out early in the morning." He Yu saw that Xu Mingzhi didn't speak, so he hurriedly added.

"Hmm." Xu Mingzhi hung up the phone after speaking. He looked at the words of the Lily Night Market not far away, and recalled in his mind the expression on his face when he reminded him of Cha Jin Jiaojiao's economic situation earlier, there was not much emotion on his face at that time, but there was some kind of question in his eyes, as if to say: Can you do it?

Afterglow doesn't trust them.

The source of this mistrust must be related to the case seven years ago.

Thinking of this, Xu Mingzhi flipped out Yu Zhiyuan's information on his mobile phone and looked at it.

After he went back from Wang Yongming's side yesterday, he managed to find some information about Yu Zhiyuan's case, which made the context of the whole case a little clearer.

Yu Zhiyuan, a native of Qingshan Town, Yuehu City, was born in July 92. In 2007, he was admitted to Xinhe High School in Yuehu City, and disappeared in the school after 5 pm on May 18, 09.

In '09, surveillance was not as widespread as it is now, and New River High School only had surveillance in a few important locations at that time. Although there is surveillance at the school gate, Yu Zhiyuan is not found in the surveillance.

At that time, after the school realized that Yu Zhiyuan might not be in the school, it contacted Yu Zhiyuan's parents as soon as possible. But Yu Zhiyuan's parents were not in Yuehu City at that time, and it was already late at night when they arrived at school from Qingshan Town, 70 kilometers away. After they realized that Yu Zhiyuan was really missing, they would call the police, and it would be the afternoon of the next day.

Therefore, when the police arrived at the school and then investigated, even if there were possible clues, they were basically destroyed, and the police investigated several times, but they did not gain anything.

It wasn't until three days later that a cleaner handed over an MP3, which was later confirmed by Yu Zhiyuan's classmates and family members to be Yu Zhiyuan's. The cleaner picked up this MP3 on Tuesday morning by the wall behind the school dormitory area, he thought it was just a student at first, and when he saw that this thing was relatively new, he became greedy and wanted to keep it for himself, and then he heard about Yu Zhiyuan's matter, and he was worried, so he handed over the thing.

The police went to the place where the cleaner picked up the things carefully, inside and out, and surveyed them inside and out, although because several days had passed, and it had rained in the middle, there were no traces, but there were several holes in the wall at that location, and there was a tree outside the wall, and it was not difficult for a seventeen-year-old teenager to climb out.

In addition, several classmates who slept with Yu Zhiyuan said that Yu Zhiyuan's mood was not very good in those days, and he was not very attentive in class, especially after returning home on Sunday, he was even more emotionally unstable, and he had a quarrel with a classmate during self-study on Sunday night.

This point was also mentioned by the teacher on duty at the time.

Therefore, based on many factors, the police finally determined that he left school on his own.

This result is obviously not so easy for Yu Zhiyuan's family to accept. Otherwise, Yu Guang's resistance to the police would not continue to this day.

Xu Mingzhi put away his phone and sighed.

Yu Guang is an outstanding graduate of the Department of Architecture of Beijing University, but he gave up his bright future in Beijing and returned to Moon Lake to become a private detective, presumably to find his younger brother Yu Zhiyuan.

It's just that there has been no news for seven years, and Yu Zhiyuan ......

Everything points to disaster.