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"No, they may not accept it."

"Yeah, then what should I give him? He didn't tell me who his family is."

"Let's buy some eggs and a cake."

Everyone looked at Lin Xuan.

Lin Qiye thought about it and nodded.

"Alright."

Cake is something that will go bad if you don't eat it quickly.

Eggs are easily damaged and not suitable for taking away, so the other party is likely to accept them.

Cao Yuan raised another question, "Won't eating cake cause high blood sugar in the elderly?"

"Buy it first, and we'll see if it gets better later."

"also."

Led by the driver, they went to a cake shop and bought a big cake, and also bought a box of eggs and a big bag of tomatoes from the farmers' market.

In addition, Lin Xuan also went to the convenience store to buy some spicy strips and candies, filling two plastic bags.

Baili Pangpang took out several sets of casual clothes from his free space.

He originally wanted to wear formal clothes, but there were only black suits in his space. Putting them on would make him look like he was attending a funeral, which was unlucky.

After doing all this, the sky gradually darkened and the air began to become humid.

Everyone was on the road again. Dark clouds covered the sky. First, a raindrop as big as a bean fell on the car window, like a prologue.

Then, there was a series of crackling sounds.

Raindrops hit the streets, car windows, and roofs, as if a symphony orchestra had begun singing, and the sound of the ensemble was getting louder and louder.

The car was driving further and further away, the surrounding buildings were getting older and older, and there were more and more trees and grass. It was obvious that we were approaching the suburbs.

"Brother Zha's family lives here?"

Baili Pangpang was obviously a little surprised and looked at the driver.

"You're not in the wrong place, are you?"

"Young Master, according to the address you gave, it is indeed in this direction."

The driver, who is also the boss of Linjiang Baili Group,

"Young Master, from what I understand, this area is going to be demolished. The Li family wants to build a high-tech zone here. Most of the people here have moved out, and only a few people are still here for various reasons."

Everyone's heart moved, and a trace of doubt arose in their hearts.

Why would Brother Zhae’s family stay in a place like this?

The salary of the night watchman is not low, not to mention that Brother Zha is a member of the special team.

With the salary sent back by Brother Zhaa, it would be absolutely no problem to buy a house in the center of Linjiang City and live comfortably.

"Is it possible that Brother Zha's family has moved away?"

"It's possible, but since we're here, we have to go and take a look first."

Following the home address provided by Shen Qingzhu, the group walked further and further away, and finally arrived at a dilapidated courtyard.

After getting off the car, Lin Xuan raised his hand, and an umbrella appeared out of thin air in everyone's hands.

The boss, who was about to show his courtesy, saw this scene and silently swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Standing in front of the iron fence, everyone looked up at the plaque above the fence.

The plaque is covered with rust and the writing is no longer clear, but the five big characters on it can still be recognized.

——Hanshan Orphanage.

Several people looked at each other.

"Did we go the wrong way?"

"No. 83 Dongtan Lane, that's right!"

Baili Pangpang repeatedly confirmed the address in his hand.

So, Zhaage’s home is actually an orphanage?

It seems reasonable when you think about it, as Brother Zha has never mentioned his parents.

"Clang clang clang."

Lin Xuan raised his hand and knocked on the fence. In the rain, the sound could be heard from far away.

"who!"

A childish voice echoed.

After a while, a child holding a rusty steel pipe walked out of the yard and looked at everyone warily.

The child looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. Judging from his temperament, he was quite similar to Shen Qingzhu during the training camp period. Both of them had the feeling that the world was the boss and he was second only to me.

“We will not move away, no matter how many times you come.

Leave now, or don't blame me for being rude."

The boy's tone was fierce and unbelievable for his age.

Lin Xuan noticed that Wu Quan's attention was mainly focused on Cao Yuan. Perhaps it was because Cao Yuan looked too scary, so the other party mistook them for hooligans.

There was a commotion in the yard, and soon several people came to the door.

They were all little kids, the oldest looked no more than eleven or twelve years old, and the youngest was only seven or eight years old.

Behind these little rascals, there was a white-haired old man. The old man looked energetic. Most old men of his age would have cloudy eyes, but he was different.

The old man looked everyone up and down and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Uncle, is this Shen Qingzhu's home? We are Shen Qingzhu's comrades-in-arms, and we are here to visit him on his behalf."

"Stinky boy's comrade?"

The old man was a little surprised. He noticed the gifts in the hands of several people.

But the old man remained vigilant and did not believe it completely.

Seeing this, Lin Xuan had no choice but to take out a neatly folded piece of paper from his pocket.

"This is a letter from Shen Qingzhu to you."

The old man took it and found only two short sentences in the letter.

"I can't come back these few years, don't worry about me, I'm doing well."

There was another sentence, which seemed to have been written by the owner of the paper after a long period of hesitation. It was far away from the previous line and the handwriting was also very poor.

"Take good care of yourself and Wuquan and the others. Don't die."

Shen Xiaozi's handwriting is still so ugly, and he won't listen even when I ask him to practice calligraphy.

Still the same... awkward.

Several little kids came forward, even Wuquan, who looked like a little adult, had his eyes light up when he heard Shen Qingzhu's name, and he hurried over to read the contents on the paper.

When he saw Shen Qingzhu mention his name, his originally stern face softened.

"Grandpa, Brother Qingzhu is caring about us."

"Humph, does that mean he cares? I think he just hasn't made a name for himself out there and doesn't dare to come back."

The old man had a cold face.

The old man said this, but Lin Xuan noticed that he carefully folded the paper and put it into his inner pocket.

He finally knew who he inherited his tsundere personality from.

After carefully observing the old man's facial expression and seeing that there was nothing unusual, Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

The more you write, the more mistakes you will make. Besides, if it was Brother Zha who wrote this letter, given his personality, he wouldn't have written much.

So the letter only has two lines.

In the second line, he also deliberately added the name of Wuquan to make it more credible.

Judging from the other party's expression, he obviously believed it.

"come in."

The old man opened the door and let everyone in.

The cabin was very clean, and perhaps because it was raining, there was a fresh scent in the air.

A layer of plastic sheeting was nailed to the window to keep the cold and rain out, and the house was warm.

The warm yellow light illuminated the people sitting at the round table, casting faint shadows.

Everyone first introduced themselves. The old man's eyes swept over everyone and finally stopped at An Qingyu.

"What are you doing?"

The old man looked in surprise at the long black box that An Qingyu was carrying, which was as tall as a person.

"Uncle, I'm a detective in the army, and here are some of my tools.

Because you never know when you might need it, you usually keep it with you."

"I see. I understand."

The old man nodded. It turned out to be a detection tool. He thought it was a coffin.