It makes sense for the delivery boy to appear at the crime scene, right?

Another decade has passed.

A young man walked out of the airport with heavy steps, and in the winter evening, he could see the white mist in every breath, rubbed his hands, and changed the backpack on his shoulder from his left shoulder to his right shoulder, only to relieve some pain.

The backpack was full of all kinds of strange things, there were magnifying glasses, gloves, portable books and pens, masks, sugar, voice recorders, thick ropes, flashlights, waterproof watches, shoe covers, tweezers... There is also a power bank.

Speaking of this charging treasure, young people are always nervous about it, but in this era, this kind of large charging treasure has become extinct, even the charging interface has been replaced, and young people have to use old-fashioned interface mobile phones.

There is a large shopping mall directly opposite the airport, and there is a milk promotion activity at the door, a few young and beautiful girls, enthusiastically greeting passers-by, but young people's eyes are fixed on the billboard above their heads, the sanitary napkin advertisement endorsed by the big star He Shu.

He changed his backpack to his left shoulder again, and then the car he called arrived, and after getting into the car, he habitually glanced at the driver's information and began to play with his mobile phone.

"Congratulations, this mission has been successfully completed, 10 points have been obtained, the ranking has been improved by 3, and the global ranking is 17th, please keep up the good work!"

A text message pops up, the young man deletes it after reading it, opens a software, clicks to claim the reward, and soon the bank card arrives with 100,000 yuan.

【Bank of China】: Your account with the tail number 9175 completed the UnionPay credit transaction of RMB 100000.00, and the balance is 8252453076.37.

The car drove through an intersection, the young man frowned, turned his head to look out the window, and said in a deep voice: "Big brother, just now the right turn can be 1.4 kilometers less, there is 1 less traffic light on the road, according to the software billing rules, 2.5 yuan / km, 0.5 yuan / minute, according to the speed of the car and the traffic jam, you can calculate that the road to turn right saves at least 5 yuan."

The driver was stunned for a few seconds and said with a smile: "Oh, I drove according to the navigation, I think this is almost the same?"

"First, the navigation shows two paths, but you choose the one that is farther away, which is subjectively intentional; Secondly, I looked at your rating, which is lower than the industry average, which shows that many passengers are dissatisfied with your service. The

driver's face was a little ugly, and his tone became irritable: "I said that you are not looking for fault, or that you have an extra kilometer of road, as for such calculation!"

"What is not called an extra kilometer of road, I lose five yuan alone, a hundred people lose five hundred yuan, more than a billion people in China, every driver comes like this, how much money do ordinary people lose... Okay, I feel that my words have touched your soul, I won't say more, park in front of the supermarket. "

The car stopped, the young man got out of the car, and before the driver could come to his senses, the young man knocked on the window again.

"What the hell are you going to do?" The driver glared angrily at the young man.

The young man said with a smile: "Happy birthday, big brother!"

"Thanks... Xie..." The

driver watched the young man walk into the alley, the whole person was not good, and he was most afraid of sudden concern, "Huh? How did he know that today was my birthday...", but he quickly reacted, looked at his own information, and sighed: "If it weren't for the pressure of life, who would want to earn those few more pieces of money." "

When I walked into the alley, I fell into darkness, only a light was on the corner, and there were many posters on the wall, some of which fell off in half, swinging with the wind, like a devil trying to climb out of the wall.

Only his footsteps could be heard in the quiet alley, and the young man couldn't help but recall the lively scene here a few years ago, and the sound of singing could be heard at the mouth of the alley.

His name is Su Can, he is eighteen years old this year, in order to go to university, he has recently been working part-time to earn tuition... That's what it says to the outside world.

Soon he arrived at his destination, his home, there were two big red lanterns hanging at the door, one bright, the other not, and the sign "Deyuan Grand Theater" was hung on the high door, but on the door was a notice that it was closed, the paper of the notice had been yellowed, and there were graffiti drawn by children on it.

And the sign that was originally hung with mahjong chess cards was also flipped over, revealing a white base, and the owner seemed to think that one day it could be flipped over.

The door was locked from the inside, and as soon as Su Can walked up the steps, he heard the conversation inside.

"Wen Jing, why did I boil more than half of the Chinese medicine?"

"I'm thirsty and drinking..."

"Dead girl, this is medicine, what are you drinking blindly!"

"Grandma, I've been a little abnormal recently..." Zhao

Shaomei looked at the remaining medicine residue in the bowl and sighed: "You are not normal, you are sick!"

"Isn't that just right? I'm sick, you have medicine, don't waste it at all..." Su

Wenjing showed a cunning gaze, she didn't drink the bitter and unpleasant Chinese medicine, but Grandpa Liang said that those Chinese medicines can't cure grandma's disease, but Zhao Shaomei is very sharp, and she has to listen to the grandmother of the next-door neighbor.

You said that playing mahjong is not good, can this thing be cured by taking Chinese medicine?

In the empty theater, only Zhao Shaomei and Su Wenjing remained, and even a thick layer of ash fell on the stage, Su Can listened to Su Wenjing's voice and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

Su Wenjing was still writing her homework, and she catapulted directly from the stool and rushed towards the gate.

"It's me." Su Can said in a deep voice.

Su Wenjing turned her head and exclaimed, "Grandma, Su Can is back!" Tonight we can play landlord!

Zhao Shaomei picked up the pot of boiling Chinese medicine and hid it in the cabinet, took out the cards from her pocket, and said excitedly: "Hurry up and open the door for your brother, grandma's illness is about to get better!" The

door opened, but not fully opened, Su Wenjing opened a slit, stretched out her little head, glanced at Su Can, and pretended to look back, wondering: "Are you alone?" What about sister Fang Shiyu?

Su Can's face darkened at that time, looking at Su Wenjing's cunning gaze, a proud look, and said coldly: "If you peek at my diary again, I will make your secret public!" "

Yay! Inside the guest officer, please hit the tip or stay in the store, you have worked hard all the way, or will you give you a bowl of noodles? Su Wenjing stuck out her tongue, looked at Su Can with a fawning look, turned her head and shouted: "Grandma, my brother is hungry and wants to eat your noodles... Hey, he's going to eat two bowls, he must be hungry!

Su Wenjing opened the door and said with a smile: "Brother, you should have bought a gift for grandma, right?"

Su Can walked inside, smelled a smell of Chinese medicine, and asked, "Grandma is sick?" "

Heart disease... Recently, I have lost several games in a row, looking for a home remedy, but I have secretly poured the medicine. Su Wenjing crossed her hands at her waist, looked up at Su Can, and said with a smile: "Quickly praise me for being smart!"

Looking at her sister's appearance, Su Can recalled that when she named her, her mother was really sloppy, and she didn't let go of her umbilical cord after birth, which had nothing to do with Wen Jing.

"Mom and Dad have any news?" Su Can asked.

"Yes, I sent the photo back, but it was taken last month... I really convinced them, left two well-behaved and sensible children and a disobedient mother, ran to travel around the world, and did we have a little parental appearance, we don't need the cold number on the bank card, but accompany us, right? Su

Wenjing is only nine years old this year, the long list of numbers in the bank card, it is difficult to count, and which parent, ruthlessly let a nine-year-old child, with dozens of houses, villas, and a large number of stocks in his name, can not feel the spirit of hard struggle at all.