Criminal Psychology

It's also a coincidence.

When Xing Conglian handed out the room card, Zheng Dongdong happened to walk to Lin Chen's side, and beside him, so desperately, he followed a few classmates.

So when Lin Chen took the room card, he couldn't pretend he didn't see anything, so he patted Lin Chen on the shoulder, pretending to be very familiar and asked: "Lin Chen, who is this?"

But without waiting for Lin Chen's introduction, Xing Conglian put down the document, stood up, and introduced himself to him: "Xing Conglian, the police."

Probably, some people are born with a submissive aura. Xing Conglian didn't say anything, but Zheng Dongdong stretched out his hand unconsciously, and his tone became humble: "Zheng Dongdong, Lin Chen's classmate, is also like this. Manager of a hotel."

Xing Conglian's eyes were still calm and steady, and when Zheng Dongdong said "this hotel", he didn't look around in feigned surprise: "Mr. Zheng is really young and promising." He just said that.

"It's just working for others." Zheng Dongdong said, glanced at Lin Chen unconsciously, and asked tentatively, "Are you Lin Chen's boss?"

"Yes."

"Hey!" Hearing this, Zheng Dongdong patted Lin Chen's shoulder again, and complained, "I said why there is no room. It turns out that the criminal police officer booked it in advance."

He explained something half-truthfully, setting a stage for himself, because he spoke vaguely, and most of them would not say anything more when they heard this kind of words, so the matter of booking the room can be revealed.

However, Xing Conglian is a very serious person, and he is not only serious, but also very meticulous.Originally, when he saw Lin Chen, a classmate, he felt that this aura seemed a little weird, but now he heard the other party talk about the room reservation, he knew the problem was not that simple, since there was a problem, he would Instead of looking at Lin Chen, he looked at Professor Fu with a smile on his face.

Professor Fu finally seized this opportunity, secretly hid behind others, and winked at Xing Conglian.

Oh, it turned out that Lin Chen was bullied by booking a room.

Xing Conglian understood it, so he politely said to Zheng Dongdong: "No, I just booked at the hotel front desk, and the lady at the front desk said that there are still many rooms left, you can choose whatever you want."

Green and red flashed alternately on Zheng Dongdong's face, and the scene was very quiet.

You said that there is no special room, only the most expensive executive suite with lake view, but the receptionist said that there are still many rooms left. This is not embarrassing old classmates, what is it?Lin Chen said that it was okay if he had no money to stay, but if he slapped his face and pretended to be fat and lived there, it would be a big loss.

This is no longer a personal grievance, but a matter of character and morality.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely embarrassing, Zheng Dongdong only hated himself for being cheap, why did he bring up this matter.

Seeing this situation, the classmate who was always cheering for Mr. Zheng before hurriedly opened his mouth and changed the subject: "Is Captain Xing still on business tonight? If it's okay, why don't you go drink with us?"

The phrase we, of course, also includes Lin Chen.

"Are you going too?" Xing Conglian didn't intend to slap Zheng Dongdong in the face. Instead, he looked at Lin Chen and asked in surprise.

"Yes." Lin Chen replied.

Lin Chen's answer surprised Xing Conglian. He looked at everyone present, a group of old classmates who had not reunited for a long time, a rich manager, and an out-of-group assassin.Such a combination configuration is really interesting, and, Lin Chen actually agreed to drink?He nodded with interest and said, "Okay."

Most of the people present had already had a drink, and since Xing Conglian had agreed to go, he had to continue working as a driver.

Zheng Dongdong asked the driver to drive, and arranged for a few substitute drivers. Xing Conglian sorted out the information on the table, handed it to Lin Chen, took the car keys, and went to the parking lot to pick up the car.

A group of more than a dozen people waited at the entrance of the hotel, and four cars drove up one after another. The leader, of course, was Zheng Dongdong's own silver-gray Mercedes-Benz S400.

The hotel waiter ran to the car and opened the door, but Zheng Dongdong deliberately took two steps back to let his classmates get in first. He looked at the end of the four cars, specifically to see what kind of car Xing Conglian was driving.

But what surprised him was that Xing Conglian drove a broken jeep, the car was gray and had a logo he had never seen before.

Zheng Dongdong suddenly had the feeling of being put together by a pretense.

So when he got in the car, his face turned dark again.

In the jeep, Lin Chen sat in the co-pilot's seat next to Xing Conglian, and Fu Hao was the only one in the back seat.

There was a strong smell of smoke in the car.

From Hongjing to Yongchuan, it is more than [-] kilometers, and it takes more than four hours to drive. It is after nine o'clock in the evening. I think Xing Conglian came here after work, so he can only smoke desperately to refresh himself.

Thinking of this, Lin Chen couldn't help turning his head slightly, looking at Xing Conglian's side face focused on driving.

The lake in the distance is dark and quiet, and the road around the lake is surrounded by the dim halo of street lights. There is no singing in the car, but the atmosphere is warm and leisurely.

After half a day of traveling and traveling, the sarcastic remarks at the class reunion seemed to disappear without a trace the moment Du Xing Conglian appeared.

This feeling is very strange. In this world, there is no magical healing technique such as magic.

But at that moment, Lin Chen only felt that his heart was gently pinched by someone, and then trembled slightly.

"You don't have to come here on purpose." Lin Chen said.

"I didn't come here on purpose. In fact, it was related to Yang Dianfeng's case. Wang Chao went through the background of the system and found that there were a few clues to be handed over to the Yongchuan police, so I stopped by."

Xing Conglian's voice was a little hoarse. He drove the window, and the lake breeze came in slightly.

"Old Xing, you are so mean, you don't know, just now that little man surnamed Zheng said that the hotel has no special room, so he insisted on using the [-] lake view executive suite to run on my brother." Fu Hao excitedly grabbed the back of the chair , yelling, "You said that such a big hotel can still run out of rooms. If this is not intentional, what else can it be?"

"Really?" Xing Conglian sighed lightly when he heard this.

Lin Chen frowned, and asked in a low voice, "Wouldn't it be too expensive?"

"I know friends here, and I can get a very low discount." Xing Conglian reassured.

Lin Chen just lowered his head, but didn't ask any more questions.

Even the hotel manager can only get a [-]% discount, so how low can the discount be?

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As the head snake of Yongchuan.

Of course, the place where General Manager Zheng invites him to drink must be better than his own hotel.

Tianren Clubhouse is such a place.

It is located at the foot of Junshan Mountain, surrounded by a bamboo forest, with a mountain on one side and a vast golf course on the other.

It was nearly ten o'clock in the evening, and there were almost no vacancies in the parking lot in front of the clubhouse.

Zheng Dongdong and his group got out of the car, and the knowledgeable classmates glanced at the cars parked at the entrance of the clubhouse, and exclaimed in a low voice, "Will the consumption here be too high?"

Mr. Zheng raised his head, and he couldn't look too proud on his face, so he could only say lightly: "The private rooms have been booked, and there is not much money, so you can drink at ease." He said while watching Xing Conglian. A broken jeep.

Seeing the gray jeep just parked among the luxury cars, there were still dried mud marks and scratch marks on the body, so it looked even more shabby, so Zheng Dongdong laughed even more happily.

Different from the usual luxurious clubs with feasting lights, Tianren Clubhouse is very quiet. The whole clubhouse is composed of small buildings in black and white, and the small buildings are dotted in the vast bamboo sea.

Perhaps it is precisely because it occupies such a large area that it should be a crowded night venue, but there is no noise coming out, so it is more noble and elegant. Compared with the splendid Cohen May Intercontinental Hotel, this The film club, obviously has faintly stepped up to a new level.And probably in order to highlight the meaning of returning to the original nature of the club, the signboard hanging at the door of such a large club is just a small wooden board with the simple word "Heaven and Man" engraved on the wooden board. In the lower left corner, there are canary and Logo composed of roses.

Zheng Dongdong stood at the door of the clubhouse with a group of classmates behind him. He slowly took out his membership card from his wallet and handed it to the staff member holding the instrument.

The welcome staff at the door is a very young girl. She wears a close-fitting suit and uniform and a light yellow silk scarf around her neck. She has a gentle and pleasant demeanor. She takes the card and gently brushes it on the instrument.

Hearing a light beep, Zheng Dongdong nodded, knowing the way, he was about to push the door.

"Mr. Zheng, please wait a moment." But the girl stopped him.

Zheng Dongdong withdrew his hand, a little impatient.

Seeing the guest with haughty eyes, the girl just bowed and pressed the headset, as if confirming something.

After a while, she said quietly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zheng, the private room is fully booked today."

Hearing this, Zheng Dongdong's entire face turned dark instantly.

Although he knew that in a club of the level of Tianren, it is common for senior members to squeeze out the bookings of lower-level members. In normal times, he would probably just complain, turn around and leave.But the situation is different now, he is followed by his old classmates, especially Lin Chen Fu Hao is still there, if he really leads people to the door, but is kicked out again, it will definitely be a shame, in this case, He could only bite the bullet and fight: "What do you mean, I made the reservation a week in advance!"

The girl thought she was used to this kind of trouble, and she still kept a decent smile on her face. She said, "I'm sorry sir, there are indeed no more vacant private rooms."

This is a tactful statement, but it is actually telling him that your reservation has been occupied by a senior member, but at this moment, he can only pretend not to know: "Check the reservation record for me to see if I have made a reservation! ' he raised his voice and yelled at the girl.

The girl was still smiling: "Sir, please don't block the guests behind."

"What's your attitude? I know your manager!" Zheng Dongdong said, and took out his cell phone to make a call.

The girl didn't say anything else, she looked left and right, and the burly security guards guarding the door immediately surrounded her.

"Report of the world." Fu Hao folded his arms and stood beside Lin Chen, watching the farce in front of him leisurely.

"Forget it, Dongdong, I think your hotel is also cleared, let's go there and have a drink." Seeing this, the people at the side hurriedly pulled the man who was about to go crazy, and persuaded him.

"Yeah, yeah, originally everyone got together to have fun, so there's no need to be angry." Ling Yi responded.

Someone around him stepped down the steps. Of course, General Manager Zheng wanted to come down. He glanced at the badge on the girl's chest and said proudly, "Remember that next time when I have dinner with your manager, I will mention you to him well."

"You are welcome." The girl still smiled.

Zheng Dongdong snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Just at this time, a black Bentley drove up to him, rubbed against the corner of his clothes, and stopped firmly.

They are now standing at the gate of the Tianren Clubhouse.

In a place like Tianren, no matter what status people are, they are not allowed to drive their cars into the clubhouse. This is the rule.

But now, someone just wanted to drive in, so the person in the car could only be the club manager himself.

Zheng Dongdong took a closer look, and it really belonged to Manager Tianren. He took a step back, hoping that what he just said would never be passed into the car.

He thought so in his heart, but God didn't do what he wanted, and he watched the windows of the back seat of the Bentley slowly lowered.

However, the person sitting in the back seat was not the manager of the clubhouse. The manager of the clubhouse was acting as the driver in the cab.

Sitting in the back seat was an old man.

The moment he saw the old man, Zheng Dongdong felt that he must not have read the almanac when he went out today.

"Manager Zheng, who do you want to mention?" the old man asked him.

The old man's tone was very light. He wore an ordinary Chinese-style sackcloth, with a button at the neckline that was lightly set up, but he carried the usual luxury of a person who had been in a position for a long time.

Hearing this, Zheng Dongdong felt like breaking out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly nodded and bowed: "Manager Xing, why are you here?"

The old man who can make the manager of the Tianren Club have to drive to serve, his surname is Xing, and his single name has the word "Fu". He is an old servant of the Xing family.

An old servant like Xing Fu who can bear the name of the Xing family is naturally the direct descendant of the Xing family who Zheng Dongdong said is qualified to be the top executive of the consortium.

Zheng Dongdong only met the old man at Coen's high-level annual meeting in May.

Xing Fu was also very surprised to meet Zheng Dongdong at the entrance of the clubhouse.

Originally, he came to Yongchuan only for routine inspections. When the car stopped, he heard Zheng Dongdong making trouble for the waiters in the clubhouse, so he lowered the window of the car just to give a little warning, and he didn't really intend to punish anyone. , after all there is no need to waste time.

Therefore, after he finished speaking, he was about to leave. At the moment when the car window slowly moved up, he suddenly saw a tall and tall young man standing at the end of the group of people at the door, under the street lamp.

The young man stood casually, with a police uniform on his left arm. His hair was shaved to a square inch, and the beard on his face was not clean. His eye sockets were deep and his face was handsome. Obviously, his blood was somewhat complicated.

Xing Fu felt dazzled.

So, he stretched out his hand, gently rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and then opened his eyes.

The young man still stood slack, and his face remained unchanged. Only then did Xing Fu be sure that he was not mistaken.

The window of the car was gently closed, and the black iron door of the Tianren Club slowly moved away.

The old man was sitting in the car, still looking back at the street lights behind him.

"Mr. Xing, did you meet someone you know?" The general manager of the club looked at the rearview mirror and asked respectfully.

Xing Fu did not answer.

Outside the car, at the entrance of Tianren Clubhouse.

Mr. Zheng, who had just been bumped into by his immediate superior, just wanted to leave quickly.

Suddenly, the girl at the door pressed the headset again, and there seemed to be another instruction coming from it.

"Mr. Zheng, please wait a moment." She stopped the person again, and the title also changed.

Zheng Dongdong was locked at the door, and he didn't want to leave or not.

The girl said, bent down, opened the side door, stretched out her hand very respectfully, and made a gesture of invitation: "I'm very sorry. We made a mistake in our work just now, and now we have upgraded the box for you."

Her waist was bent very low, but Zheng Dongdong suddenly felt joyful like leaping into the clouds, and the attitude of the staff at the door suddenly turned 180 degrees. Needless to say, it must have been ordered by the old man in the car just now.

In the Bentley.

The manager of the clubhouse put down the phone. He didn't know why the old man gave such instructions just now, but a person like him who has climbed up from the bottom step by step knows very well that he shouldn't ask any more questions.

It was dark and silent all around, and the old man was still sitting silently in the back seat.

After a while, the old man seemed to think of something, spoke again, and said to his subordinates: "Go buy a box of Yongchuan Chunsheng, the ice is 8 degrees, and I will send it over later."

The people in the cab nodded.

"Fried peanuts..." The old man paused, and then said, "Forget it, I'll do it myself."

Probably because of the sudden change in the plot, the original ordinary private room was suddenly upgraded to a luxurious one, and the smug smile on Zheng Dongdong's face never stopped.

The Tianzihao private room is in the deepest part of the entire club.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when the group walked through the bamboo forest and sat down.

Many people had tired faces on their faces. The waiter brought the wine list, but Zheng Dongdong regained his energy.

He spread the wine list generously on the table and said, "Order whatever you want, don't be polite."

It was the first time for many of the people present to come to a high-end club, and they curiously leaned over to look at the price list, but were too frightened to speak.

On that price list, the cheapest mineral water also cost three digits.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Zheng Dongdong was very satisfied with this deterrent effect, he glanced at the wine list pretending to be familiar, crossed his legs, looked at the only beautiful lady present, and said, "Hao really want a low-alcohol cocktail? "

Normally, Xu Haozhen was the only girl in the private room, and normal girls would shirk it, but Xu Haozhen didn't hold back at all, just smiled sweetly, and said to Zheng Dongdong: "Let senior brother spend the money."

Perhaps the little junior sister had a good start, and the rest of the people present also ordered the drinks they wanted.

Zheng Dongdong listened to it in his heart, his eyes kept scrolling over the price list, and quickly calculated the price. Fortunately, he didn't overdo it. He put down half of his heart, turned his head, and saw the trio sitting in the corner again, he thought to himself After moving, he spoke again: "Captain Xing, Lin Chen, and Professor Fu, what do you want to order?"

Of course, Lin Chen didn't drink alcohol, and he didn't even order spring water. Seeing the awkward situation, Professor Fu asked for a glass of juice.

"Captain Xing, don't you need something to drink?" Zheng Dongdong suffered a secret loss from Xing Conglian just now, and now he has the opportunity, of course he wants to get back.

"Me?" Xing Conglian didn't think much about it, and said casually, "Two bottles of Yongchuan Chunsheng will be fine."

Zheng Dongdong snorted and laughed out loud, sure enough, the captain of the criminal police in a small place has never seen such a market.

"I'm sorry, Captain Xing. The worst beer in Tianren Club is Hoegaarden." Zheng Dongdong said, and deliberately emphasized his English pronunciation.

This sentence means that the wine you want is too low-grade, and it is not sold here.

Xing Conglian didn't seem to notice the contempt in his words, but shook his head and said, "Forget it, foreign wine."

Zheng Dongdong smiled slightly, and suddenly, there were three regular knocks on the door outside the house.

The wooden door was gently pushed open, and a waiter of the clubhouse stood at the door. His left hand was a small tin bucket filled with ice cubes, and his right hand held a plate of bright red fried peanuts.

The waiter put the tin bucket and peanuts on the table, bowed, and left.

It only took 10 seconds for him to enter and exit, but everyone in the private room was stunned.

Because, in the tin bucket he brought into the house, there were two bottles of Yongchuan Chunsheng priced at 8.8 yuan, and the plate of peanuts was still emitting fragrant heat.

It was very quiet in the private room.

No one spoke for a long time, Zheng Dongdong's face was livid.

The surrounding students looked at him with disdain.

You said that there is no room, but someone opened a room; you said that there is no pure student, but what did the waiter just bring in?

Even if you are rich, you can look down on your old classmates, but it's really disrespectful to always make things difficult for others.

Xing Conglian sat on the sofa, looking at the two things on the table, his eyes darkened.

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Cold beer and peanuts are just a small episode.

As long as the KTV is turned on and the speakers roar, no matter how cold the atmosphere is, it will quickly ease.

Even if it's a college reunion that hasn't been seen for many years, it's just a process of singing, drinking and bragging.

Among all the people present, Xu Haozhen had the most fun. Whether it was a love song duet or a female solo, her voice never stopped from the beginning to the end.

Lin Chen looked at the figure of the little junior sister, thoughtfully.

Xing Conglian was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, drinking silently. Fu Hao swayed left and right according to the rhythm. Lin Chen glanced at the two of them respectively, and leaned towards Xing Conglian. After thinking about it, he found a topic: "Yang Dianfeng case, what happened?"

"It's okay." Xing Conglian took a sip of wine and said, "But the involvement of this case is probably wider than you and I imagined."

"Ok?"

The sound in the private room was very noisy. In order to hear each other's voice clearly, the two had to get very close. Lin Chen felt itchy from Xing Conglian's warm sniff on his face.

"The Dynasty has just screened the system records for the past six months. There are more than a dozen suspicious records, which may involve more murders. There are also two unresolved robberies."

Hearing this, Lin Chen couldn't help but frown slightly: "The other party is willing to take great risks and kill Yang Dianfeng quickly to silence him. The reason must be very good."

"Yes."

The two whispered in the corner. Although the room was filled with deafening singing, the corner was so quiet that time seemed to have stopped.

Zheng Dongdong's gaze also swept to that corner.

Tonight, he seemed to have fallen into a strange spell. No matter how hard he tried, he seemed to be lifting a rock and hitting himself in the foot, which made his body uncomfortable.

It was almost early morning, and the party would dissipate in a short time, so it would be very difficult for him to have another chance to get back the unhappiness of today.

Thinking of this, he clenched the strong foreign wine in his hand, poured a full glass of wine, gritted his teeth, stood up, and walked towards Lin Chen.

When Zheng Dongdong walked in front of him, Lin Chen was listening to Xing Conglian analyzing suspicious cases one by one.

A wine glass filled with golden liquid was stretched out in front of him.

"Lin Chen, at least we are classmates, I will toast you a toast, do you want to save face?"

Zheng Dongdong held up a bottle of XO with a fake smile on his face.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, the music in the private room was also suspended.

For a moment, Zheng Dongdong's drunken voice seemed particularly abrupt.

Class reunions, boys and boys persuading each other to drink, it is generally difficult to shirk, so after all, there is a relationship between classmates, and there are many people watching around. .

Everyone looked at Lin Chen.

But that's Lin Chen, no matter how many gossips he has endured, a small glass of foreign wine is really not enough.

Lin Chen glanced at the wine glass in front of him, his eyes were cold and indifferent, but the one that was more indifferent than his eyes was probably the calm and calm tone, he said: "You haven't lost face so much yet."

After a while, Zheng Dongdong felt his whole body was ignited: "What the hell are you, don't be shameless!"

Zheng Dongdong provoked one after another, and now he is swearing at each other, Lin Chen's expression is still calm, looking at Zheng Dongdong, there is only sympathy, not anger.

Fu Hao made a gesture and jumped up, but Xing Conglian just sat quietly aside.

Lin Chen got up first, and he bowed slightly to the others in the private room: "Sorry, I have something to do today, let's go first."

After he finished speaking, he walked out without moving his head.

Seeing this, Fu Hao hurriedly followed out.

Xing Conglian was the last one to stand up, without saying a word, just picked up the police uniform that was put aside, Shi Shiran, and walked out of the room.

In the private room behind him, there was the crazy sound of wine bottles smashing to the ground.

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In the bamboo forest at night, a cool wind blows.

"On purpose?" Xing Conglian walked beside Lin Chen and asked with a smile.

With Lin Chen's IQ, when he was persuaded to drink just now, there are about a hundred ways to get out of the predicament, but he chose the most extreme one, and it was not intentional.

"Didn't you say that you have to go to the Yongchuan Police Force tomorrow, so you have to go back early to rest?" Lin Chen's expression was calm and natural.

It turned out that Zheng Dongdong was angered in the end just to go back to sleep earlier.

Thinking of the sound of the wine bottles breaking in the private room at the end, Xing Conglian felt that it would be better not to offend Lin Chen in the future.

He was drunk and couldn't drive.

When the three of them walked to the gate of the clubhouse, there was already a person who looked like a substitute driver waiting there. Seeing Xing Conglian, the man stepped forward and claimed to be the substitute driver of the clubhouse.

Xing Conglian's eyes fell on the canary and rose badges on the opponent's chest, and then nodded.

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The night in the metropolis is never sleepless.

It was almost early in the morning, and the sky was dawning. The driver in charge parked the car at the entrance of the teacher's dormitory on the west side of Yongchuan University. When Professor Fu got out of the car, his legs were already dangling, and he was extremely sleepy.

Xing Conglian and Lin Chen sent people back to the dormitory, and when they came out again, the sky had gradually turned from dark blue to light.

Xing Conglian lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and let out a lazy breath all over his body.

There was a faint aroma in the air, like the aroma of tea eggs and pancakes. Xing Conglian rubbed his stomach and looked at Lin Chen eagerly.

Seeing his appearance, Lin Chen had no choice but to say, "Let's go, I'll take you to breakfast."

After all, he had studied in Yongchuan for several years, and Lin Chen was familiar with every gourmet spot around him, so he took Xing Conglian to an alley next to the school.

The alley is long and deep, and at the entrance of the alley is a dilapidated small shop.

When the two walked to the door of the store, the owner happened to come out with the stove to light the fire.

Seeing Lin Chen, the shopkeeper was also taken aback.

"Uncle Zheng." Lin Chen called out in a low voice.

"Oh, it's Ah Chen!" The middle-aged man slapped his head, as if remembering something, he hurriedly put down the stove and shouted into the room, "Old lady, look who's coming!"

He shouted very loudly, and soon, the sound of footsteps came from the small shop. The middle-aged woman in an apron opened the curtain and rushed out of the room. When she saw Lin Chen, she was also taken aback, and then smiled Meaning: "Look at you, how long has it been since you came here, I don't miss you at all, Aunt Wang!"

"Thinking about it." Lin Chen smiled and replied very caringly.

Near the school, the surviving small shops probably have their own characteristics.

Lin Chen sat down with Xing Conglian, Aunt Wang wiped her hands on her apron, and asked with a smile, "Two bowls of shrimp wontons, what else do you want?"

There was no menu in the store, Xing Conglian just looked at Lin Chen.

"One more bowl of preserved egg porridge, one for Xiaolong and one for Shaomai." Lin Chen thought for a while, pointed at Xing Conglian, and added, "Aunt Wang, make him another egg pancake."

"Okay, okay." The middle-aged woman happily ran back to the back kitchen.

Xing Conglian looked around and felt that the shop was very small, with dilapidated tables and chairs, and a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Other than that, there was no decoration in the shop, but it was strange that maybe it was still dark outside, or maybe It was because the lights in the store were too dim, Xing Conglian only felt that the place was very peaceful, like a lonely and silent night, or like a

"Does this taste good?" He put his hands on the countertop, quietly watching the person in front of him.

"Yeah, the taste is very good, I only eat here."

"Really, so powerful?"

"No, because this store doesn't charge me." Lin Chen said with a smile.

"Ah Chen is a great matchmaker for me and my old lady!"

Two bowls of freshly cooked wontons were put on the table, and the owner Zheng Bo stood by the table and said to Xing Conglian.

"matchmaker?"

"Yes, before, my old woman and I opened a wonton shop at the entrance of the alley, and the other opened a dim sum shop at the end of the alley. Ah Chen saw that we were interesting and connected us." The middle-aged man Chao Xing Conglian She winked, but before she finished speaking, she ran to serve the steaming steamed buns again.

Xing Conglian looked at Lin Chen in disbelief: "How did you pull the thread?"

Lin Chen lowered his head, and handed him the spoon beside the chopstick cage.

"This kid is bad. He ran to my shop and ate wontons for a week. Every time he came, he would hold a drawer of steamed buns and a drawer of siu mai from my old woman's shop. If you don’t return the steamer, let me send it back to him every day.” The middle-aged man put down the steamer, sat down beside Lin Chen, and told Xing Conglian a story.

Xing Conglian listened to it in his heart, and his thoughts moved slightly. He suddenly realized that his youth had been so willful and interesting.

The sky is getting brighter and the sun is rising.

In the wonton shop at the entrance of the alley, there were constant laughter and cheers.

In Yongchuan University not far away, there are already students who get up early and start a day of morning reading.

Wang An'an is one of the most ordinary security guards in Yongchuan University.

At five o'clock in the morning, after being lazy for most of the night, he got up from the bed and prepared for the last campus patrol.

The milky white mist floats on the campus in the early morning, the fish have not yet risen from the bottom of the water, and the sparrows are still sleeping on the branches.

He patrolled most of the campus, and there was nothing abnormal. When he rode to the woods by the lake, he yawned heavily. It was so early in the day, and the bad guys were going to go back to sleep. Thinking of this, he simply stopped the bike. A banyan tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, he walked a few steps and ran to rest under the canopy.

There were students who got up in the morning and read aloud on the rocks by the lake. The reading was about English texts. Wang Pingan heard it and felt drowsy.

The CET-[-] and CET-[-] exams are approaching, and the students have been working very hard recently. Wang Anan stared for a while, as if remembering something, he opened his eyes, looked at his watch, then raised his head, and looked further away.

There stood a dilapidated old cafeteria. In half an hour, the cafeteria would start serving breakfast, so he could call it a day.

As he thought about it, he unconsciously closed his eyes again, and his hand that was drooping on his leg slipped gently onto the soil.

Suddenly, he jumped up violently as if he had been stung!

He seemed to have touched something slippery and sticky. When he took a closer look, he found a piece of white rubber exposed in the soil under his feet. It might be an old football or a broken shoe thrown by someone. Wang Ping'an looked at the exposed piece of rubber. He looked at his hands again, but he seemed to feel that something he touched moved slightly.

Wang Ping'an looked around. The morning students by the lake didn't seem to notice what happened under the tree. He squatted down and hesitantly picked the dirt next to the rubber with his fingers, thinking to himself, what the hell is this? .

Finally, as if making up his mind, he plunged his hands into the soil and pulled out a large handful of dark brown soil.

A white sneaker was exposed, with the toe pointing up and a hook on the upper.

Wang Ping'an still knew this brand. He was relieved and only blamed himself for making a fuss.

Perhaps because he was a little nervous just now, Wang An'an felt that he was a little anxious to breathe. He sat down against the tree trunk, put his hand into his pocket, and wanted to take out a cigarette to be quiet.However, he held a cigarette in his left hand and touched it with his right hand for a long time, but found that there was no available lighter at hand. This was really a big mistake!He can only hold the cigarette in his mouth and feel the friendly and relaxing smell of the filter with his saliva.

The lake breeze was cool, and he gradually calmed down. Thinking that maybe the banyan tree was too shady, it was not suitable for resting. Wang Anan stood up and wanted to leave.

The moment he got up, because of the change of angle, he vaguely saw that there seemed to be a small piece of fabric attached to the sneaker buried in the soil. Who would throw away the shoes and socks along the way?

Wang Ping'an shivered, and the cool wind blew away goosebumps all over his body. He threw himself in front of the sneaker, dug several times like crazy, and finally couldn't help crying!

Under the soil, where it connects with the sneakers, is a leg!

Of course, the horrible events that happened in the school will not spread outside the school in an instant.

After eating and drinking enough, Xing Conglian lit a cigarette and walked side by side with Lin Chen on the long street outside Yongchuan University.

There are more and more pedestrians on the street, and breakfast stalls have also been set up.

Boys and girls in Yongchuan University uniforms passed by them from time to time.

Xing Conglian turned his head to the side and saw Lin Chen looking at the school gate in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

"Let's go, take a walk in your school." He said suddenly.

Lin Chen turned his head, as if he heard something strange: "Didn't you say it's best not to go in?"

"I mean, when you're alone." The mixed-race youth exhaled smoke and smiled triumphantly, "Now that I'm with you, of course it's fine."