I've heard this urban legend

Xue Fei returned home, came out of the shower, and continued to tinker with the mobile phone with the urban legend software installed.

The battery is still 2%, neither too much nor too little, click into the software, a prompt box pops up: before the end of this mission, no other operations can be performed.

"Well, don't operate it." Xue Fei put the phone back into the box and went to bed early, because he had an appointment with Wenzi the next day.

Wenzi, whose real name is Li Ziwen, is his high school classmate. Due to various reasons, he did not go to college. He is a self-taught computer expert. In order to make a living, he takes on some jobs.

After breakfast, Xue Fei sent him a WeChat message, discussed it, and finally agreed to meet in front of the outpatient hall of the Second Hospital.

When Xue Fei arrived at the place, he saw Li Ziwen standing at the door with his hands in his pockets and carrying a backpack looking around from a distance. When he saw Xue Fei, he waved his hands happily, "Here, here."

"Why make an appointment to meet at the hospital? The client is a patient?" Xue Fei was not surprised. It is normal for critically ill patients to want to see their relatives before they die.

"Yes, it's in the inpatient department. I'll take you there right away." Li Ziwen took Xue Fei to the inpatient department. "By the way, didn't you ask me to fix your phone? Did you bring it?"

"Ah, no need, the phone is ready." Xue Fei said, "Let's talk about that client's situation.

"My surname is Yang. He is a professor. It seems to be from the Faculty of Arts of your university. My mother knows his niece. Anyway, I know he wants to find his son, so I contacted him and introduced this business to you. " Li Ziwen said: "He has cancer, his body is getting worse every day, and he wants to see his son before he dies."

"It sounds like a very common tracing business. How did his son disappear?"

"I've checked his son's information. It's very ordinary. He went to the university-affiliated kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, and university. At first glance, he seems to be a well-behaved baby under the control of his parents. However, the information shows that he ran away from home at least four times. It happened once in elementary school." Li Ziwen took out a file from his bag, "Look at it first."

Xue Fei took the file, glanced at it and was stunned, "His name is Yang Yixin?"

The prompt given by the software is Yang Yixin.

Amazing enough.

Li Ziwen said: "So he disappeared again two years ago. At first it was just regarded as running away from home again. It was not until months that there was no news that his parents reported the crime. He added too many records of running away from home, and the police did not file a case. There was no news in the past two years, and he took away hundreds of thousands of deposits from his family before he ran away from home."

During the conversation, he went all the way to the hospital, and went up to a ward on the eighth floor. Xue Fei met the client of this search, the bedridden Professor Yang, and his wife.

Professor Yang was on a ventilator and had difficulty speaking, so his wife was the main client.

Aunt Yang looked Xue Fei up and down, saw that he was fair and handsome, she shook her head again and again, "It's not that I doubt you, but I'm really worried that you won't be able to do it, because..."

Li Ziwen said: "Because after Yang Yixin disappeared, Professor Yang asked someone to find out that the last person Yang Yixin contacted on the phone was his elementary school classmate Wang Song. The couple have approached him many times and asked him to reveal what Yang Yixin had said to him before he disappeared, but he didn't respond at all, and when he asked urgently, he would curse and push others."

Aunt Yang looked at Xue Fei suspiciously, "One time I almost pushed me onto the road and was hit by a car, can you get something out of his mouth?"

"The last person I contacted? With this clue, it should be much easier to find someone than I imagined." Xue Fei said: "Well, I originally needed to pay half of the deposit to find someone, but considering the old professor's physical condition, I will set a precedent, and this time I will first find someone before paying. I believe in Professor Yang's character and will never break his promise."

Aunt Yang said: "That's natural, as long as you can find Yang Yixin to meet his father, we won't lose you a penny of this money."

"As soon as there is news, I will contact you and leave a contact information." Xue Fei looked at the jade bracelet on Aunt Yang's wrist, and she definitely didn't have to worry about the other party's financial situation, so she wrote down Aunt Yang's mobile phone number and contacted Li Ziwen Out the door of the ward.

In the elevator, Xue Fei saved the recording of the conversation with Aunt Yang just now and uploaded it to the network disk.

Guarding against villains is not guarding against gentlemen.

"I sent you all the information I could find about Wang Songqiang. On their high school post bar, some people asked who was the head of the school, and some people mentioned his name. I went to a three-watch college at my own expense. After graduation, Wandering around in society, if you don't learn well, can you handle him?" Li Ziwen said: "He is really a hobbit, let me tell you."

"Hot meat? The knife is still not fast enough." Xue Fei smiled and said, "By the way, you can do me another favor. I need a few ingredients, of course they are fake."

-

In a small cafe at the west gate of the Polytechnic University, a handsome girl with long hair and shawl looked nervously at the man counting money opposite.

The man was 26 and seven years old, with a fierce look on his face, pointing pink banknotes one by one.

The girl whispered: "I just said bank transfer, it's too much effort to count like this."

"I'm a traditional person, and I don't like to use those things." After counting the last piece of money, the man showed a bright smile, "The numbers are all right."

The girl let out a sigh of relief, "That's good, I didn't check when I took it out of the ATM. Then can I go?"

"I have a three-month post-sale period. If that guy harass you again during this period, please contact me and I will send him an after-sales service."

"Okay, okay, but I think he's already scared, so he probably won't bother me anymore." The girl said gratefully, "Thank you so much, I really almost committed suicide a few days ago."

"It's easy to talk about, contact me if you have anything to do, and I'll give you a [-]% discount." The man nodded with a smile.

The girl picked up her bag and walked out of the cafe. Xue Fei moved from the table beside him to the man, "Brother Zhao, has your business expanded?"

"What, this girl came to me to learn kung fu and said she wanted to fight perverts, so I said don't learn it, I will help you, and the tuition fee will be used as a help fee." Zhao Xiaonian drank the remaining coffee in the quilt, wiped his mouth, "The girls didn't like it, so they waited downstairs in the dormitory, squatted in the teaching building, followed them home, and made silent harassing phone calls, which made the girls so annoying that they almost committed suicide."

"There is such a pervert, the terrible thing is that many people around the girl still think that this guy is infatuated! But, fortunately, didn't the girl find you, Brother Zhao, so let's get rid of the trouble." Xue Fei said that he was business, "Brother Zhao, I have a job here, ask some brothers to help me with a play, the reward is good."

After he finished speaking, he put Wang Songqiang's photo on the table.

"Just to tell you, I'm actually an actor!" Zhao Xiaonian slapped his forehead and smiled heartily.

-

Wang Song lives a very regular life. He sleeps during the day and goes to bars at night. When he has no money, he uses his father's salary card to withdraw money.

As usual, after dinner at home, he walked towards the bar wagging his head and tail. Because of the cold weather and thin clothes, he shrank his neck and quickened his pace.

But at this time, he saw a young man wearing glasses and counting his oily head walking towards him. He kept staring at him, and he was looking for him.

"What's the matter, do you have something to do?" Wang Song said in a rogue tone, the other party was obviously an office worker, wearing a suit and glasses, and carrying a briefcase.

"You are Mr. Wang Song, right? This is my business card." Xue Fei showed a mechanical smile, "I want to talk to you."

Wang Song looked down at the business card, "Dai Dai Le Small Loan Co., Ltd., Zhang Xiaoliang?"

He rubbed his business card impatiently, "I don't take out a loan, I'm busy with other things, don't bother me, I know you guys who are engaged in performance are the most annoying, like f*cking flies, going to Nima to wash your hair and beeping endlessly."

"Mr. Wang, I'm not trying to sell you a loan, but a debt collector." Xue Fei said, "Your friend Yang Yixin borrowed a sum of money from us, but he didn't repay it after the due date. He left the contact information of his parents and you. We have been to his parents, the old man has cancer, and said that he has severed the father-son relationship with him, so we have to start with you. "

"I'm sorry!" Wang Song breathed out, clenched his fists, but soon his expression changed, and he said arrogantly: "This matter can't be told to me, I don't know anything, get out, get out, I have something else to do. "

"Mr. Wang, please stop, otherwise, I will have to let people from our company take you back to the company for a talk. You don't want to do that." Xue Fei looked at the side of the road.

Wang Song followed his gaze and saw a van parked on the side of the road open. Inside, a big brother with a short hair and a flowery arm in black tight sleeves was shaving with a dagger. There were four or five other people like this style of painting.

He swallowed his spit.

Xue Fei pointed to the tea shop next to him, "If you don't want to go to the company to talk, then let's go inside and talk. Your detailed information was left to us when Yang Yixin handled the business, otherwise we wouldn't find it here. You, so there will always be a talk, and you can't avoid it."

Seeing Xue Fei's delicate features, Wang Song seemed to be much more talkative than the big brothers in the van, so he agreed.

Went into the store and ordered a cup of tea, but didn't feel like drinking it. Wang Song said with a headache, "When did Yang Yixin pay for it?"

"Two years ago, you can look at the date on the contract." Xue Fei took out a stack of papers from his briefcase, and slowly searched for Yang Yixin's contract from it, "Sorry, there are too many people who have breached the contract. It's a contract."

Wang Song sharply saw a medical examination report mixed in there.

Xue Fei hurriedly put away the medical examination report, "I'm sorry, this is my personal property." Then he found Yang Yixin's, "I found it, here, take a look, the date is two years ago."

Wang Song flipped through the contract, and the signature looked to be indeed Yang Yixin's, with fingerprints on it, "He borrowed [-] yuan? Then why are you thinking of asking him to collect the debt?"

Xue Fei heard that Yang Yixin had taken away his father's savings before he disappeared, which showed that he needed money. If Wang Song knew him well, he would know that Yang Yixin had a need for money, so Wang Song would think it was reasonable for him to borrow money .

"Because he mortgaged a bracelet with us." Wang Song pushed the photo of a bracelet similar to Aunt Yang's found on the Internet to Wang Song, "Of course, it's also because our salesman was sloppy at the beginning, and the appraisal was too sloppy. Miscalculated the value of this bracelet.

As a result, a few days ago, our company planned to auction off the bracelet. We asked someone to do an appraisal and found out that we had suffered a big loss. That's why we wanted to find Yang Yixin. Do you know where he is?If not, we just want to press you for debt. "

"I...how can I contact him? Since you have been to his parents, you should know that he has been missing for two years." Wang Song pulled his hair and said, "It's useless for you to look for me."

"We believe that since Yang Yixin wrote you on the contact person, then you must have a special relationship with him. I hope you can cooperate. This is very important to my performance. After all, I also need a commission." Xue Feiwen laughed.

Wang Song was not afraid of Xue Fei at all, especially when he saw the earring on his right ear, "You are a gay, don't pester me, I am straight. And those outside of you, I, I don't believe you Dare to violently collect debts."

Xue Fei pushed down his glasses, "At this stage, our company will not adopt extreme methods. In the first stage, we will only send sick salesmen to follow the debt collectors. In short, I will go wherever you go. where."

Wang Song suddenly remembered the news he had read before, saying that some debt collection companies used HIV patients or mental patients to collect debts, and no one could do anything to them.

The physical examination report just now flashed through his mind, and he looked at Xue Fei again, and he jumped away, "Damn it, don't come here!"

"Tell me Yang Yixin's contact information, otherwise I will follow you all the time. In fact, it's so cold outside, and I don't want to." Xue Fei smiled.

"I...I'm so fucking!" Wang Song stomped his feet.

Xue Fei gradually restrained his smile, and said seriously: "I'll say it again, his contact information."

"Okay, okay." Wang Song took out his mobile phone and showed Xue Fei a photo in the air, "I do have his WeChat account, but I don't contact him often. His current WeChat introduction is, the secretary of the Pingzhou Club, you guys Go find him there, this is what he looks like now."

Xue Fei looked at it and couldn't help being a little surprised. The person on this so-called current photo of Yang Yixin was clearly Mu Jin.