Chapter 44

"Xia chuluo is so smart that she should begin to doubt why she didn't see Uncle Li Jian from the first day she met him

"Isn't she surprised? Why does the old fortune teller she knows happen to meet a Li Jian who wants to change his name? "

He was smiling and tears came out of his eyes.

This man's expression management is a failure.

I don't know whether I'm laughing or crying.

"On the cliff that day, Uncle Li Jian's face was pale. Don't you doubt it?"

"Why the expression is pale, is not to draw their own blood to make a blood bag, tied in front of the bulletproof vest?"

"Why don't you check the blood spilled on the cliff to see if there are anticoagulants in it?"

"This is the flaw I left you!"

"He's so wrapped up, why doesn't he suspect he's wearing a bulletproof vest inside? What a thick piece! And the blood! Because he's fat? "

"Because he's a victim?"

He leans next to a bionic human, clinging to his hair.

He bowed and trembled slightly.

He was laughing wildly, but his tears were dripping.

"The impact of wearing bulletproof vest is different from that of not wearing bulletproof vest. You are all professionals. Why can't you see it?"

"Why?"

His voice was full of pain, a little hoarse.

"Even if..." He trembled and held out his finger. "Even if it's just one person!"

"If a person is willing to check his interpersonal relationship, he can know that he has a high school classmate named Li Jian, and then he can think about whether they had any grudges in those years, but they didn't!"

"None of them!"

"You're all waiting, waiting for the next Li Jian to die, and then collecting more useless evidence!"

"Useless evidence!"

He suddenly roared, and his pretty face was twisted.

"Just last night, I had to hand deliver the evidence to the villa to let you know that he had a classmate named Li Jian in high school."

"This head

"Fresh heads!"

"How fresh..."

He suddenly fell to the ground, regardless of the gray dust.

Take that head.

Calm look, as if enjoying some art.

"Why can't you think of it?"

He murmured to himself without the joy of success.

The feeling of frustration fills the whole body.

No one can understand him.

"You say, why can't they think of it?"

He seemed to ask the head, shaking it hard.

The six mechanical legs of the head are powerless to sway.

Unfortunately, there will never be a response.

"Answer me!"

"Why don't you talk?"

"The evidence is so obvious, they are still investigating and collecting evidence, and they are still comforting the families of the victims. How long do they want to wait?"

"I can't wait!"

Did he suddenly stand up and smash his head on the ground.

His face was ferocious and his eyes were full of anger.

The head smashed a bright red mark on the hard concrete floor, and then rolled away.

But this still seems unable to get rid of the anger in his heart.

The third floor of the deserted building echoed the young man's roar. No one knew why.

"Pig

"Are all the pigs on the executive board?"

"So many resources So many resources are given to those pig like things. Why Why... "

He clutched his hair in pain, laughing and crying.

He left a lot of details to tell everyone that No. 5 Li Jian disguised his own death. No. 5 Li Jian was not the victim but the murderer, but no one paid attention to those details.

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Area 12.

Minshui village.

This is a village far away from the city. There are nine poor families in ten rooms.

The remaining tenth is not much.

Whether it is more than 20 years ago or now, the harvest all year round depends on God's face.

The small village seems to have been sealed up by time.

The rapid development of technology outside the world has forgotten this poor place.

Jiang Xiaonian was born on a new year's Eve 22 years ago.

That's the new year's Eve, he lost his mother.

Many children drink breast milk first after birth, and what they drink is blood.

Jiang Xiaonian grew up.

Like other children, he came to a school in the village.

"What's the use of reading, sir?""Cultivate one's morality, regulate one's family, govern the country, and level the world."

The old man laughed and touched Jiang Xiaonian's head very kindly.

Sir's hands are rough, but warm.

"Can you make money by reading?" Jiang Xiaonian asked again.

"Why do you ask?" The old man was stunned. He seemed puzzled. A child asked such a question.

"When I have money, I can You can make dad stop working, and you can You can also build a big school for your husband. " Jiang Xiaonian opened his eyes and answered earnestly.

The old man laughed and stroked his long beard.

Children's innocence and happiness are always enviable.

The village is so small, and there are only more than ten children studying in this dilapidated school. No matter how big the school is, what's the use?

"Yes, of course you can make money by reading!"

"Then I'll be number one in every exam!"

Jiang Xiaonian did it.

First grade a whole year, he is the first in every exam.

And far beyond the second place.

That year.

A place was given to the town in the distance.

It's a free opportunity to study in the town. All tuition fees are free, and even accommodation is free.

The village said it was to let the most promising child go.

Jiang Xiaonian was full of joy and spent the whole night looking forward to it.

The next day.

The village head's son boarded the old van.

"Why not me, sir?"

The old man sat at the gate of the school, silent for a long time.

That night, someone heard the voice of quarrel coming from the village head's house, and someone saw the old man come out of the village head's house angrily.

The old man is ill.

It seems that Qi is ill.

Jiang Xiaonian went to see his husband with a bowl of steamed eggs.

Lying on the sickbed with a sick face, the old man touched Jiang Xiaonian's head.

"Xiaonian, money is a good thing There are still some things in the world that are as good as money. "

The old man didn't eat the bowl of steamed eggs. He left this evening.

The children in the village lost the only way to learn.

Jiang Xiaonian squatted at the entrance of the village.

Day after day.

This poor place is like a swamp, so that generations can not break free.

He felt that he was an ant. He really hoped that someone could trample him to death, so that he would not have to struggle in the muddy mud day and night.

The shabby van will bring back the village head's children every weekend.

On Monday, I took him back to town.

The snow fell from the sky, and the wheels rolled the white road into black marks.

The village head invited the driver and the teacher in the car into the house for dinner.

On that day, when the van went back, the tire burst, the road was slippery in the snow, and it fell down the cliff. The village head's children were also among them.

Later, the nail marks were found on the exploded tire, which was supposed to be on the mountain road.

The insurance company sent a very young salesman to inspect.

When the salesman came to the village, he saw a group of children whose faces were blue with cold. He took some candy out of his backpack and handed it out to the children one by one.

Jiang Xiaonian saw it from a distance.

He tore his old cotton padded jacket a little worse and ran over.

"Uncle, I don't want sugar. I want to read."