disappearing gold

Chapter 5 Savior
  On the way back to the police station from Xilang Mountain, Lao Sun didn't have time to take a breath.

According to the children's songs who came back from the search, he and others conducted a rough search in the scenic areas of Sirang Mountain and Kulai Mountain, but found no suspicious clues. In addition, the crime occurred late at night when no one was around, and no witnesses were found.

Lao Sun asked if they had searched the villa complex, and Tong Ge said that they had searched roughly and found no clues.

It is now the fourth day after the incident.

She decided to go to Huang Min's parents' house to find out what happened. Maybe she had mentioned to her family where she went before the crime.

Huang Min's natal family is in the old town of Nanhua City, across the city, but fortunately they are neighbors in Qingcheng City. She drove there and found a dark and damp house following the address.

Huang Min's parents had already learned about their daughter's murder through a phone call from the police. The two of them were immersed in the grief of losing their daughter and sat blankly in the living room.

Knock on the door, Lao Sun knocked on the door.

It took them a long time to open the door, but they didn't look good when they saw it was a criminal policeman.

But handling the case is important, and Lao Sun can't care about so much. Moreover, if a living person loses his life, who among his relatives will not grieve?
  She could understand, so she took a breath before speaking: "I came here mainly to ask if Huang Min told you where to go a week ago?"

Huang Min's mother thought for a moment, shook her head and said, "No."

"What? What did she do then?" Huang Min's father asked.

Lao Sun shook his head, "We just don't know why she appeared in Kulai Mountain at that time. The place where she died was in an area that was not open to the public in the scenic spot."

The room suddenly fell into dead silence. Just imagining the dark and windy night was enough to frighten people, let alone meeting the murderer alone!
  "Then a long time ago, did she say that she was going to do something special?"

"What's special? Nothing!" Huang Min's mother said.

The inquiry did not yield any results, and Lao Sun was a little disappointed.

In silence, she made her request: "Can I go to her room and have a look?"

Huang Min's parents agreed, so Lao Sun walked in with heavy steps.

The room is very small, only about ten square meters. The furnishings are very simple, with a bed, a desk, and a cabinet. Opening the drawer, there are some small items such as thermometers, small mirrors, and cosmetics.

Opening the cabinet again, there were only some simple clothes inside.

There's nothing special about any of this.

Lao Sun continued to observe the house, and suddenly saw a corner protruding from the pocket of an old leather jacket. He took something out and it was a photo. The photo is a group photo of two people, one of whom is Huang Min, and the other person's face is very close to hers, but I don't know who it is.

"Do you know who the man in this photo is?" She showed the photo to Huang Min's parents.

"Isn't this Huang Min's ex-husband?" Huang Min's mother showed disgust.

Huang Min's father also echoed: "A useless man failed to bring happiness to Huang Min."

Lao Sun thought for a while and asked, "What's his name and why did they divorce?"

"We are poor, Huang Min ran home feeling aggrieved all day long. We only have one daughter, who doesn't feel sorry for her?" At this point, Huang Min's mother burst into tears, "Huang Min has always wanted to buy a commercial building. . But he can’t even afford the down payment, so what else can you do if you don’t get a divorce?”

Huang Min's father took up the conversation, "His name is Liu Hu. It's really useless. Huang Min was killed so miserably that he didn't even show up to see her."

The couple sighed, becoming more and more sad as they talked. Lao Sun comforted him for a while and had no choice but to leave there.

On the way, the phone rang. Zhu Lan told Lao Sun the results of the investigation.

"In Pinyin? What do you pronounce? Is it pronounced 'Fan'?" Lao Sun asked loudly. The handle of the gold spring knife is engraved with the word "Fan".

Zhu Lan was stunned, "Master, how did you know?"

"You will know when I come back." Old Sun muttered to himself after finishing speaking, "But could this person be the young man who saved Zhang Zhen? If so, why did he throw the murder weapon in the deep again? Bottom of the pit? Did he really kill Zhang Zhen? But why did he kill Zhang Zhen again? "

"What murder weapon? I didn't find it!" Zhu Lan was puzzled, but still listened carefully to Lao Sun's analysis. Lao Sun said: "When I come back to take care of you, you immediately rush to Zhang's house to find out why the savior suddenly came to Zhang Zhen and what they did."

It takes four hours to drive from Qingcheng City to Zhuyu Village, where Mr. Zhang lives, and it is not easy to get there.

Looking at the beautifully decorated villa-style house with its exterior walls covered with light pink ceramic tiles, transparent and bright windows and large balconies, Zhu Lan was thinking about one thing. It stands to reason that since Zhang Zhen leads the team in the decoration business and Huang Min also works as a ticket inspector at scenic spots, the family's income should be quite high. But why does his family always live in a suburb with inconvenient transportation? So as soon as she sat down, she asked Mr. Zhang this question.

Mr. Zhang said: "The main reason is that I don't want to move. What's the point of living in a commercial building? It's just one floor inside and outside, and the space for activities is very narrow. You have to take the elevator to go downstairs to buy food or chat for a while. How inconvenient that is!”

"So, Zhang Zhen stayed here because he was worried about you living here alone?" Zhu Lan asked.

Mr. Zhang sighed, "Not really, Huang Min lives here and it's not far from work! She seemed to be crying and said she wouldn't move, so Zhang Zhen sold the newly bought house at a low price. She lost money, lost a lot of money! "

Zhuyu Village and Lingfeng Mountain are separated by a Gulai Mountain, so they are not too far away.

"Why sell it at a low price? If you don't live in it, you can rent it out to others to make money!" Zhu Lan wondered.

Zhang Kan said: "I don't know, maybe I need money urgently for turnover!"

"Have you heard that Zhang Zhen has any friends who were close friends?" Zhu Lan changed the subject.

Mr. Zhang blurted out, "Hey, he has such a bad temper, how can he have a life-long friend? Even if he did, he would have been scared away by him long ago."

Zhu Lan reminded her seriously, "You should think about it again."

There was silence in the air for a few seconds, as she and Zhu Lan waited nervously.

Suddenly, Mr. Zhang blinked a pair of wrinkled eyes, "It seems to have happened, I remembered it. One time, the light tube in my house had poor contact, and it went dark and bright. I asked Zhang Zhen to help me fix it. At that time, it was all It’s afternoon, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to see the wrestling at night, so I push harder.”

He swallowed and continued: "But Zhang Zhen was even more nervous. He said he was going to the city to treat someone to dinner. Moreover, he was wearing a very formal suit and carrying a high-end red ginseng gift box. He was afraid that he was going to give it to that person. Human. I asked him who he wanted to invite to dinner, why was it so grand? "

"Who do you want to invite?" Zhu Lan leaned her upper body forward, as if the answer she was expecting was already coming out, and they were just waiting for Mr. Zhang to say it.

But Mr. Zhang scratched his head and said, "It's another boss introduced by his boss. He seems to be named Li or something."

"Ah -" Zhu Lan said in her heart that she was almost deceived by this old man. After listening for a long time, it turned out to be a trivial matter. It turns out that ‘seems’ means this, this!

Seeing her disappointed look, Mr. Zhang couldn't help but feel guilty that he couldn't help, "Isn't he the one you are looking for?"

"It's okay. If you have other possible candidates, keep talking." Lao Sun said.

But he shook his head.

Zhu Lan looked around the house and looked through the door to the west courtyard opposite. Lao Sun took advantage of the opportunity and asked to go to Zhang Zhen's bedroom to have a look, and Lao Zhang immediately led the way. The bedroom has a bed, two bedside tables, a wardrobe, a desk lamp and a color TV set with a simple and retro structure.

She looked around and rummaged through the bedside table. Zhu Lan, on the other hand, rummaged through the bedside table by the window and placed keychains, power banks, ballpoint pens and other small items on the top of the cabinet one by one.

Here, there are only some common Chinese patent medicines such as Xiaobupleurum and Pueraria lobata granules on the bedside table.

"Found it!" She took out a palm-sized piece of white paper with a name and phone number on it. Taking a closer look, the name is Song Xiaofan, and the number is an 157-digit mobile phone number starting with 11.

Zhu Lan's face finally showed a hint of joy. The number and name matched the number of the 'fan' on Zhang Zhen's mobile phone.

This was probably the piece of paper that Song Xiaofan left for Zhang Zhen, but I didn't expect that the piece of paper still exists and is still intact. It seems that not only does he often talk about his savior, but he also often leaves his savior's phone number at home. Thanks to his grateful heart, otherwise I don’t know how long it would have taken for Lao Sun to find him.

Zhu Lan thanked Mr. Zhang and quickly returned to the bureau and handed the piece of paper to Mr. Sun.

After investigation by the Information Inspection Section, it was determined that Song Xiaofan’s true information was that he was male, 30 years old, university graduate, and a top student in the Department of Finance. I live in Qingcheng City Garden Community, Room 1008 on the th floor of Building C. At first glance, this is an ordinary young man, as ordinary as his name. But the following information convinced everyone that Song Xiaofan's life was not ordinary at all, and he was not even close to being ordinary.

I don’t know who named him, it’s so humble.

　Hehe, the important thing is the story, the story!
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)