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Chapter 494 Suspicious
The person who was packing in the room waited alone for more than an hour, but he was very puzzled when his companion did not come back.I pricked up my ears to the door and listened again and again, but there was almost no loud noise in the yard.

Why don't the bad guys outside come in?Lying by the window, separated by a layer of paper, I can't see it, and I am in a hurry.

Anyway, I made up my mind to move, so I don't have to cherish the house as before.

Use a brush to poke a small round hole in the window paper.Chen Xing aimed at the small hole, squinting and looking out vigilantly.

Xiaomei turned and left.This parting was inexplicably sad.

Seeing Zhang Wenxuan and Qilan standing still for a long time, Chen Xing couldn't hold back anymore, pushed open the door and limped out with his injured foot.His knee hurts and he can't run fast.

On the way, two people grabbed my arms, one left and one right, unable to move a step, and shouted anxiously:

"Everyone is gone, hurry up and chase after me!"

"She has something to go back, and she will come again in the future."

Qilan said insincerely, avoiding his questioning eyes.

Zhang Wenxuan bowed his head silently, reflecting the entanglement and struggle in his heart.

Chen Xing withdrew his arm in doubt.I concluded that they were hiding something, and I was afraid of embarrassing the two of them when I kept asking, so I quickly changed the topic:
"Brother Zhang, do you still remember the bicycle bell we heard in the alley last night?"

"Remember, you saw the biker afterwards?"

"Small eyes, hedgehog head, tall man"

He counted with his fingers, "Miss Xiaomei guessed that it might be your surgical assistant."

"Lu Shibin?"

Zhang Wenxuan rubbed his swollen eyes, his tone couldn't hide his surprise, "Did you talk?"

"He was so high above me that he didn't have time to talk to me. He took a police work card to blackmail him, asked where the car came from, and immediately admitted that he borrowed it from a colleague."

In the middle of the night, I took the car of my ex-colleague to go to the doctor, which is not an ordinary way.Qilan patiently reminded him to think deeply:
"Have you brought a medicine kit?"

Chen Xing held his head and tried hard to recall the details, "There is no medicine box on the handlebars. I ran very fast right after the interrogation. I must be rushing to something important."

"He obviously has his own car, why would he use the car Brother Zhang hid in the utility room?"

Zhang Wenxuan's heart suddenly became tense.Could this person be related to the formalin bottle picked up at the scene of Chef Zhao's death?
"I personally went to the hospital to ask him to come out and ask, and then asked for the car back."

"Don't be in a hurry to startle the snake," Qilan raised his hand to stop him, "Now there are people outside looking for your whereabouts, pack up quickly, it won't be too late to make arrangements in another place."

Zhang Wenxuan's mood is still ups and downs: not only he feels sorry for the bicycle that Yuexian gave him but fell into the hands of others.

Colleagues who get along well on weekdays, if they wear a mask of harmony with others, but secretly engage in unknown activities, everyone will be afraid.

The three of them entered the house to discuss the moving plan in low voices, and before they knew it, the sun was already high.

The window paper of the east room reflects the sunlight.In his dream, Lin Mi rolled over with his pillow in his arms, and continued to sleep with his face facing the wall.

After dawn, the people and scenes seen in the dream seemed to be much more friendly, and there was a little smile on the corner of her mouth.

Mrs. Chen helped the girl pull up the quilt, came out lightly, and closed the door behind her.

When passing by Chen Xing and Qilan's room, they vaguely heard someone yawning lazily inside.

She suppressed a laugh, took a detour, and went into the kitchen.

The pots and stoves in the kitchen are still warm, and scattered sparks are shining in the plant ash.

A pair of dexterous and hardworking hands are busy in an orderly manner: kneading noodles, pulling noodles, making soup, scrambling eggs
The stove was cleaned up, and a large bowl of noodles was neatly arranged.

The aroma floated into the window, Chen Xing smelled the familiar smell, and the glutton in his stomach panicked.

"My mother made all the food. Can we talk about things after eating?"

Zhang Wenxuan looked at the two hungry teenagers gently, "I drank the porridge made by Mama Shi before I went out, you two should hurry up and eat too."

Qilan responded immediately.The two rushed to the steaming kitchen.

He thanked Mrs. Chen, picked up the bowl and mixed it, warmth flowed from his heart.

"Auntie is working hard to make breakfast, and I will wash the dishes and chopsticks."

The mother looked at her son who was eating ramen noodles, and joked:
"Xing'er also has to work. If you don't work and just study, you won't make great achievements."

"Mother, ask Xiaolan, I'm so diligent, when will I not cook and wash the pot?"

"He's more capable than I am, he's a good reader, and he's very smart."

After being praised, he hugged the bowl and laughed.

Mrs. Chen sat in front of the stove and added firewood carefully.A pot of millet porridge started bubbling.

"Is the girl you carried back last night feeling better? I'll give her a bowl later."

"Miss Xiaomei is home." Chen Xing also leaned over to help blow the fire, "You can take this porridge for Miss Lin. Why don't you get up at noon? Xiaolan go ask her to eat."

Hearing this, Mrs. Chen sighed.

"Let people lie down for a while, I didn't sleep well last night."

The boy who was eating noodles immediately stopped his chopsticks: "Have you visited Mi'er?"

"This child usually brings water and medicine in front of his father. He thinks that his mother dare not show it in front of others. She will cry and talk in sleep when she falls asleep. Xiaoxiao can't help her."

Qilan put the half-eaten noodles on the stove.He softly asked Mrs. Chen to help take care of Lin Mi, opened the door and went out.

"Where are you going?"

"Look for a place to stay, go and come back quickly. You and Brother Zhang are waiting for my news at home."

With his hands in his pockets, the young man carefully looked at every house that came into view along the street.

It seems that after looking around, I have looked at all the nearby alleys, but still no one can catch my eye.

Not that he was picky.

I am used to living in a fixed place, but once I am forced to move, I am full of reluctance to leave my little home.A suitable substitute could not be found in a short time.

Unknowingly came to Wenmo Road.Looking around, there is a bleak scene, and things are changing.

The surrounding tall sycamore trees had already lost their leaves under the ravages of the cold wind.

An inch thick seals of different lengths accumulated on the iron gate of the Lin house. The garden behind the gate was lifeless, and the pond was drained.

The most beautiful white building on this road in the past has suffered as much as its owner and has become ashamed.

Recalling the few visits, Qilan looked up at the iron gate, lamenting the impermanence of good fortune.

There were people coming and going around, but no one noticed a boy in ordinary clothes stopped here.

When he regained his senses, he was about to continue on his way like other passers-by when he heard a shrill car horn.

Turning his head to glance, there was a young man holding the steering wheel, and he drove the car in front of the iron gate defiantly.

He leaned back against the car seat, his eyes were small, and his short hair stood on end.The muscles on the arms are well developed, and the sleeves of the suit are bulging.

The wind blew, bringing with it a smell of cold disinfectant.Smell doesn't lie.The boy sniffed, and the operating room where Zhang Wenxuan worked appeared in front of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)