Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

It seems that since coming to this world, Song Xun has always faced the trouble of not knowing where to go.

"It seems that Zhang Weisheng doesn't want to go back to the Song family at all."

Facing his sudden question, 996 seemed much more rational: "That's just his current thought."

Song Xun wandered aimlessly, his head hanging: "Is that so?"

"of course."

This year's plum rain season seems to be particularly long, from early June to mid-July, it has been raining intermittently.

"According to the Meteorological Bureau, the city may usher in the last week of rainy weather, followed by dozens of days of high temperatures. Citizens are advised to take precautions against heatstroke when going out."

The female host was reporting tirelessly, her voice obscured by the sound of rain outside.

Zhang Weisheng turned off the phone interface that he accidentally touched, and the female host's voice disappeared, leaving only the sound of the dripping rain.

He walked to the window and looked at the rain outside that had turned into fog.

The sound of rain is very loud, yet it seems very quiet.

Without Zhang Xiaoqi, who always liked to ask meaningless questions, eat unhealthy snacks in the room, and occupy his computer, Zhang Weisheng's life returned to its previous peace.

This is very good, Zhang Weisheng thought affirmatively.

He never likes others to interfere with his life without any boundaries, and hates others interfering with his original goals and decisions, including anything that exceeds his expectations.

Zhang Xiaoqi cheated him several times.

Zhang Weisheng would not tolerate an ungrateful person staying by his side.

Zhang Weisheng's expression became increasingly cold, as if he regarded the rain curtain outside as an enemy.

"Teacher Xiao Zhang - open the door -"

There was a knock on the door from outside.

The loud voice is very recognizable.

Zhang Weisheng opened the door. The proprietress of the stir-fry restaurant was wearing rain boots and holding a dripping umbrella in her hand, but her clothes were inevitably wet by the rain.

She shook off the water on her umbrella and walked in, saying, "Xiao Qi hasn't come to the store for three days in a row. I thought you would have let me know even if you were sick. I'm not afraid of anything happening, so I'm in a hurry to come and see you."

Zhang Weisheng was slightly stunned. Seeing his expression, the proprietress hesitated: "You don't know? Don't you two brothers live together?"

As she spoke, she peered into the room.

Zhang Weisheng: "Zhang Xiaoqi has already moved out."

The proprietress withdrew her gaze from the room and said, "You should know where he lives. Go check on him. I can't handle everything in the store by myself."

"Pay attention, I'll leave first."

Zhang Weisheng closed the door with a cold expression.

He is not Zhang Xiaoqi's real cousin. Maybe Zhang Xiaoqi stopped going to work at the cooking restaurant because she was afraid of feeling guilty when seeing him.

Zhang Weisheng sat back in front of the computer. On the computer interface was a small game that had not yet been completely completed, but had undergone countless improvements and tests.

He tried to regain his previous state and inspiration, but he could not eliminate the inner restlessness.

Zhang Weisheng suddenly stood up, and the chair rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound.

The umbrella on the corner of the table was picked up by a hand.

The door, which had not been closed for long, was opened again and slammed shut in a somewhat impatient manner.

Zhang Weisheng walked in the alley with an expressionless face.

Zhang Xiaoqi's brain wasn't very bright to begin with. If he got sick and had a fever that damaged his brain, or if he provoked someone and got beaten up, he wouldn't be able to explain to the boss's wife if anything happened.

Zhang Weisheng held an umbrella and walked to the small road that he had to pass through every day when going to and from get off work, and easily pushed open the wooden door of the cabin.

The door was not locked, and there was no one inside except for a bicycle. The camp bed was also gone.

Frowning, he stepped back into the rain, searching every alley for traces.

Zhang Xiaoqi seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. In the alley where it was also raining, Zhang Weisheng's vigilance was definitely not weak, but in the short half second when they passed each other, he was inexplicably too lax towards the young man next to him and didn't even have any defense.

Zhang Weisheng stood at the place where they met and realized that Zhang Xiaoqi was not in Mashui Lane.

He began walking towards the alley, mentally mapping out nearby areas where he could take shelter from the rain.

In the demolished buildings, abandoned bungalows, cheap hotels, basements, and even the bank I visited a few days ago, there were people taking shelter from the rain and homeless vagrants.

Zhang Weisheng asked them one by one, but no one had seen Zhang Xiaoqi.

Some people even had evil intentions and wanted to join forces to rob this young man who came to them on his own initiative.

But they underestimated Zhang Weisheng's skills. His fingers were almost bent and he wailed in pain: "I know a place. You can look for it there."

Zhang Weisheng let go of his hand.

The middle-aged man with a stubble on his face covered his hands and said, "Go straight to the left. There is an overpass there. The people living there are mobile. We have always had a few people occupying the place. We don't have the person you are looking for."

Zhang Weisheng turned and left, opened his umbrella and walked in the direction the man pointed.

The man did not lie to him. There was indeed an abandoned overpass about one kilometer away, with four homeless people lying underneath.

Zhang Weisheng stepped forward and asked them one by one.

Several people looked numb and ignored him. But Zhang Weisheng still noticed that when he said the word "Xiao Qi", the eyes of the person lying there flickered slightly.

Zhang Weisheng did not argue any further and went to the nearest grocery store to buy some bread, biscuits and other food to fill their stomachs. He then returned and distributed them to the group one by one.

Several people stopped resisting as before. One said, "The man you are looking for used to live here. Later his place was taken by a man working on a construction site. He has not been seen since then."

Another person added: "Xiao Qi threw the man's blanket away and was chased out. Both of them didn't come back."

Zhang Weisheng suddenly recalled the scene that day when Zhang Xiaoqi was chased by a man and bumped into him.

That was the first time he thought Zhang Xiaoqi was a troublemaker.

The clues ended here, and it seemed that there was nowhere left to look.

Zhang Weisheng looked up at this place, where Zhang Xiaoqi once lived for a while.

The overpass is located at a low altitude and there are gaps on the top that allow rain to leak in. Even the place where you stand is damp. There are cars passing by and wind leaks in from all sides, making it very noisy.

He took one last look at the place and prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment."

The old man who had been silent called him, and Zhang Weisheng walked towards the old man with a goatee.

The old man looked at him with scrutiny: "What is your relationship with Xiao Qi?"

Zhang Weisheng: "Friends."

"How could a friend not know where he was? What evidence do you have to prove it?"

The old man's attitude was extremely alert, and normally he would only take such precautions when there was potential danger.