Chapter 16 Chapter Sixteen: The Great Detective's Samba Dance

As usual, the postman in green uniform rode straight through the gate.The guard watched as he made a slight bend in front of the holly bed and slid toward the mailroom window. Old-fashioned and old-fashioned, the guards have long turned a blind eye to this kind of "freedom" that is higher than that of the chief.Forget it, it's not easy!Once when it snowed heavily, he watched the former postman suffer a comminuted fracture on the concrete floor at the gate. The postman stood on one leg, took out a bundle of newspapers weighing ten catties from the dirty postal bag, and threw it into the window of the mail room.He took out another blue shell plastic clip and rummaged through it for a while and handed it in for the mail room to sign for receipt.

"It's all ready!" The postman took back the signature folder and threw it into his pocket, and kicked out the door.But after riding far, he bent back and stopped in front of the guard, "Hey, buddy, will the eyes almost affect the soldier?" "Who's near-eyed, you?" the guard asked. "Nonsense, at my age, I can only be a cadre above the company. I'm talking about my nephew. His parents want him to train in the army for a few years." "How bad are the eyes?" "Left eye is 0.6, right eye is 0.4." "That's enough."

"His father and mother are going to make some money." "Wouldn't it be better to keep the money to go to college?" "You disgust me! If he can be admitted to university, why would I ask you? Really!" "Anyway, I didn't use the money. I don't know if others use it or not." "It's as if I didn't say anything." The postman scratched his scalp, "Forget it, I won't ask you. A poor corporal knows a fart!" The guard smiled and told him to leave quickly: "Listen! From tomorrow, you must get off the car when you enter the door!"

The postman rode away with his ass up and down. The guard spat on the ground, and straightened himself up.He saw that Yan Yan, the old man from the Propaganda Department, was entering the mail room from behind the newspaper reading column. Lao Zhang in the mailroom is wearing reading glasses and reading a message about prices.Seeing Yan Xuehao coming in, he pointed to the newspaper and asked: "Old Yan, the inflation mentioned here is not the old saying of 'money'." "Probably, I don't really understand this." Yan Xuehao flipped through the stack of letters and threw them on the table one by one.

Shang Zihao!He paused, and quickly stuffed the letter into his pocket. Old Zhang looked sideways: "What did you put up?" "No, no pretense..." "No, I saw you put something in your pocket." "Stamp, I like this stamp." Yan Xuehao took out the letter and shook it in front of Lao Zhang. "Someone has complained several times, saying that stamps are often torn off. It turned out that you did it." Lao Zhang pushed his reading glasses and continued to study the issue of inflation. Yan Xuehao took advantage of the situation and emphasized that the prices of more than a dozen kinds of non-staple food may have to be relaxed, cleverly pulling the topic away.

"You said Lao Yan, the money is getting worse and worse. What's the point of saving money? Why don't you hurry up and spend it." "It probably won't work if it's all spent." Yan Xuehao coped. "I'm old, so I'll spend it if I spend it. Would you like to buy a color TV first or get a set of furniture first?" "The furniture is ready for use, so I said I'd better buy a color TV first." "Well, I think so too." Lao Zhang obviously agreed with this suggestion, "Which one is better, Panasonic or Hitachi?"

"Almost, most people prefer Panasonic." "My niece said Hitachi is good. Or maybe she didn't make up her mind all the time, because our father and I always disagreed. She was influenced by that man." "Which man." "Her partner, second marriage." "How old is your daughter?" "Thirty-six, it's an old lady. Someone introduced a young man to her. Guess what she said, she said in a daze that his teeth haven't grown yet! If you put on a posture, the second-married will not marry." "This matter cannot be forced." Yan Xuehao walked towards the door, "Everyone has their own ideas."

"Let her do what she wants!" The old man began to report. Yan Xuehao went out casually. Lao Zhang knocked on the table, and the fat man came out from inside. "Have you taken it?" "Take it away." Lao Zhang was a little excited, feeling that he had done a great, great event. The fat man gave thumbs up, walked quickly to the door and looked in the direction Yan Xuehao was walking. He was now convinced that something was wrong with Yan Xuehao. Although old Sang Chu didn't say anything last night, his expression and behavior basically explained the problem.Especially the movement of raising his hand to wipe his neck.If this is the case, Yan Xuehao's life will be almost the same for the rest of his life.

Yan Xuehao walked forward quickly, but instead of going back to the office building, he went to the storage shed.He stopped among a pile of bicycles, took out the letter and held it up in front of his eyes.The fat man thought he would tear the letter open, but he didn't think the other party would do that.I saw him put the letter back into his back pocket again, fasten the buttons, patted and pushed out the bicycle.After the fat man flashed to the bulletin board, he was a little bit guilty.Yan Xuehao pushed the cart and walked across the newspaper column across the board, walking very calmly.

Seeing Yan going out of the gate, the fat man quickly pushed out his car and followed.He is now a little uncertain about Yan Xuehao's role in the whole case.In the beginning, he was the first to jump out and uncovered the case of the disappearance of a huge sum of money in the insurance company. Then, he inquired about Li Yi's whereabouts several times. He was inclined but shy about the background of the incident; He did not hesitate to take the risk of sneaking into the small courtyard; contacting the word "we" in Song Fan's diary, Sang Chu's suspicion of him was well-founded.Most noteworthy is now the letter!The old Sangchu released the hook, of course not to catch Shang Zihao's handle, otherwise there would be no need to send someone to watch him.The letter can even be hijacked at the post office. Given the development of the situation, the police have this power.In other words, the reason why it was sent out intact was to hook another fish besides Shang Zihao.

Now the fish took the bait, but he didn't open the letter.Xiemener, where is he going now? Fifteen minutes later, the fat man froze.Hell, Yan Xuehao actually entered the Public Security Bureau. "Ah! Old Yan, please come in, please come in!" Sang Chu looked over Yan Xuehao's shoulder and squeezed at the fat man.Yan Xuehao turned his head violently, only to realize that there was another person behind him. "Fatty?" The fat man closed the door without saying a word. Sang Chu raised his hand, and then pushed the tea cup over: "Sit down, Mr. Yan! Let me guess, you are probably here to deliver a letter to me, right? Look, I guessed it right. " Yan Xuehao stared blankly at Sang Chu, and it took him a long time to say anything: "It's incredible! It's incredible! You seem to know everything!" Not to mention the inconceivable surname Yan, now even Fatty feels the same way.He thought that the letter would be taken away by others, and that the person who took the letter might be Yan Xuehao, but he never expected that he would send the letter to the Public Security Bureau, and Old Sang Chu seemed to have foreseen it and waited here! Sang Chu took the letter and said with a smile: "Where is it, I am just a little bit more cunning than you Lao Yan imagined." As he spoke, he looked at the letter through the window, knocked on the table again, and picked up the scissors. "Cut it?" Sang Chu seemed uncertain. Yan Xuehao couldn't wait to knock on the table: "It goes without saying!" The fat man glanced at the surname Yan: "You can't cut it!" "Well, it really can't be cut." Sang Chu put down the scissors, "This is someone else's private message." Yan Xuehao jumped up: "It's so weird! I've been busy for nothing. It turns out that you don't want me to be there?" "Old Yan, where did this go?" Sang Chu pushed him back on the chair, "I believe in you as much as you believe in me, but it's not my habit to open other people's letters privately. In fact, I want to know more than anyone else now What's written in there!" "This is incredible! You can completely use the name of the organization..." "You come." Sang Chu interrupted him, and pushed the letter and scissors in front of Yan Xuehao, "You come!" Yan Xuehao was dumbfounded. "Look, you're just screaming fiercely, and you'll be fine if you move for real!" Sang Chu threw him a cigarette, "Well, it doesn't matter whether you tear it down or not. I'll send the letter to Shang in person in a while." , tell him that there is evidence of incrimination here! How about it?" "But..." Yan Xuehao spread his hands, "We need actual criminal evidence. You give him the letter..." "Don't be afraid!" Sang Chu waved his fingers vigorously, "I hope he can confess himself! Believe me, Lao Yan! He will definitely come to confess!" "You think too softly of him!" "But you think too hard about him." Sang Chu said with contempt on his face, "Actually, it's best to deal with this kind of person who has ghosts in his heart! Believe it or not, as long as he takes this from me If you don’t write a letter, you will never believe that I am untouched!” It hits the nail on the head, beyond doubt. For a while there was no sound in the room.Sang Chu's ability to figure out people's hearts convinced the fat man. "Besides," Sang Chu coughed, "I want to tell you a new situation, Baikov is finished!" "Huh..." The fat man let out a strange cry as if his teeth were hypersensitive.The news came so suddenly that he couldn't accept it, "Who did it?" "Li Yi." "What means?" Sang Chu pinched his fingertips and compared: "Two big potassium cyanide!" Yan Xuehao stood up pale, and mechanically shook his head and stepped back: "Mr. Sang, Mr. Sang, you thought Li Yi was innocent last night. You can't listen to a word of other people's words! I regret this!" Sang Chu smiled lightly: "Everyone stumbles, this time you may be right. Look at this..." A blackmail letter made of cut and pasted words appeared in front of Yan Xuehao. Yan Xuehao read everything quickly, but shook his head: "Mr. Sang, I don't care about your business anymore. One last thing to remind you, you should open Shang Zihao's letter and read it!" "Thanks for the advice." Yan Xuehao left with a sigh. The fat man sat on the sofa without saying a word.He originally wanted to get angry at Sang Chu, but the fire reached his throat and he couldn't get out.For some reason, he thought of the previous case that he had screwed up.It was my own mistake that time, but this time... Will Sang Chu make a mistake too? Suddenly, he heard Sang Chu burst out laughing. The fat man raised his head sharply.Yep Sang Chul can't make mistakes. "Ah! Old fox! Baikov wasn't poisoned at all!" "It's a hit!" Sang Chu laughed so much that his facial features shifted. "He swallowed rat poison and wanted to die in front of Yan Zizhao." "But what you're talking about is potassium cyanide, two big ones." The fat man gestured, "It's enough to poison an elephant to death!" "It was Yan Zizhao who said it was potassium cyanide, and he emphasized that it was Li Yifang's. I just learned it for you." "Actually?" "Actually, it was Li Yi's two pills that saved Bai Kefu's life. The one named Bai almost vomited out his intestines!" The fat man was sweating profusely: "Damn, I was really scared! Once Baikov died, the show would be ruined." "Bai Kefu is not stupid, he has already written his suicide note." Sang Chu took out a thick stack of letter paper from his pocket, "It's all on this, and he carried it with him along with the blackmail letter." "Oh! No wonder you didn't open Shang's letter!" "Yes, I want to rule that old bastard surnamed Shang." Sang Chu cursed angrily. "Okay, really!" The fat man gave a thumbs up, "Let's go right away and call a car." Two minutes later, the car drove onto the road. The fat man smacked his lips and leaned comfortably on the back of the chair: "It's amazing! Old Sangchu, it's a mental battle!" Sang Chu narrowed his eyes and smoked silently.A circle of gray and white stubble protruded from his sharp cheeks, giving this unremarkable little old man a bit of majesty. The fat man buttocked him.Old Sangchu suddenly became anxious: "Grandson! When will you get rid of this sloppy problem? No wonder girls look down on you!" "Hey! Someone's recruiting you again! You'll be in trouble after the case is solved, what the heck!" "The problem is... I still have an unsolved case!" Sang Chu took out the big copper cigarette holder and blew on it, put it on and took it off again, "Tell me, how do you feel about Yan?" "I still expect you to give me feelings!" The fat man said so, but he began to feel apprehensive in his heart.He found that Sang Chu's dazed face was not pretending. "My feeling tells me that this person is the one we're looking for!" Sang Chu looked straight at the road ahead, "It can't be wrong!" The fat man regained his spirits suddenly: "Quickly tell me, what's going on?" Sang Chu put the cigarette on the cigarette holder and smoked slowly: "Fatty, do you think he really dare not open the letter privately? I don't know if you noticed, but when I asked him to open the letter, his hands trembled. I absolutely believe in the possibility that he not only has the courage to do it, but is also a veteran! All the appeal letters sent by Li Yi fell into the hands of this person, so he knew the whole truth. What do you think he will do? " Fatty felt his heart sinking: "Extortion!" "Yes! He did it!" Sang Chu gritted his teeth, "If Li Yi doesn't come back, he will keep doing it until he squeezes Yan and Bai into poor ghosts!" "Oh! That was the motive of his eagerness to report the case to us." "No, he just wants to show off in front of us to show his innocence and justice. Because whether Li Yi is caught or not, his business cannot continue! It should be said that he has taken a self-righteous step here. ! Especially you shouldn’t fight with me.” "Fight until just now." The fat man subdued, "When will we arrest people?" "It's useless to catch it." Sang Chu closed his eyes, "We can't get any evidence. He is not a fool!" "Continue to engage in spiritual warfare!" "It's useless! Joint crimes are useful, but individual crimes may not work. Besides, you have no evidence, and you don't even have the right to arrest anyone!" "There is no way! Could it be that he is allowed to get away with it." "Don't be excited, don't be excited!" Sang Chu patted the fat man's hand, "I believe the feeling will come soon. Give me some time, oh! It's here." The fat man silently watched as Sang Chu got into the car, and then followed.He pushed the car door gently, for fear of disturbing the state of old Sangchu.Everyone knows that Sang Chu's feeling indicates that success is imminent.The two quickly went upstairs and knocked on the door of Shang Zihao's office. It was the secretary who opened the door.Seeing that it was Sang Chu, the young man immediately showed some respect. Old Sangchu made a gesture of walking: "Are you still in the meeting?" The secretary nodded. "Ask him to come out, oh, forget it!" Sang Chu took out Yan Zizhao's letter, "Give this to him, and say that Mr. Sang Chu personally sent it, don't forget this sentence !" The secretary blinked knowingly. At 5:30 in the afternoon, Li Yi and Jiang Ning arrived at the Public Security Bureau on time.Sang Chu leaned on the sofa, gestured to them, and said nothing.Lao Kang signaled the fat man to make two cups of tea. Since the lunch break, Sang Chu hadn't left the sofa, her little face was gray and lifeless.The fat man wanted to ask several times, but Lao Kang stopped him.Yes, the old man only needs to be quiet at this time, any external interference may disrupt his fast-running train of thought and affect its precision. The fat man tried to figure out the direction of his thinking, but felt that he had nowhere to speak.In a general sense, the case of the disappearance of huge sums of money should be admitted to have been solved.Yan Zizhao is in custody, and Bai Kefu is out of danger. As long as Li Yi provides a statement of facts and Shang Zihao's confession, the case can be brought to an end.Even without Shang Zihao's confession, he can be formally convicted.Baikov's suicide note clearly stated that the cripple who was good at flirting with women received at least 200,000 yuan in original stock, and it would be far more than this amount when converted into cash.What bothers me right now is the "Song Fan suicide case" and its related background. Fatty imagined various possibilities.From this point, Yan Xuehao, the core of the case, spread to the surroundings, and the pointing was obviously too complicated and meaningless.Expecting Yan to confess on his own initiative, the possibility is almost equal to zero.What is especially troublesome is that Song Fan, who connected the two cases, is dead, so the same transaction that could have been merged was split into two halves.If the latter case is not solved, the whole case cannot be said to be perfect. He revisited the list of doubters several times, to no avail.The most fucking annoying thing is that you have to cross out Yan, Bai, Shang, and Li, leaving only Miss Gui, Dr. Zou, and Song Fan's relatives.In fact, he also understands that the so-called "relatives of Song Fan" can basically be denied here.If the guess is right, Lao Sangchu's thoughts must be wandering on these two people. But while thinking this way, the fat man was hesitant again by the words that old Sang Chu reminded him: Indeed, the positions of these two people are too obvious!It was too obvious to believe it could be true.In addition, there is an indispensable prerequisite, that is, they must know the surname Yan.Without this premise, Yan would still get away with it. "you two." Sang Chu spoke suddenly, his eyes resting on the young couple.Then he sat up straight with a groan, and picked up the half-extinguished cigarette on the ashtray. "Which of you two knows a girl named Gui? The surname is Gui, the osmanthus of the sweet-scented osmanthus." The man and woman looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time. "Think again, don't shake your head in a hurry." The fat man interjected.He was pleased to find that he had touched Sang Chu's train of thought. Jiang Ning blinked, then lowered his head and pondered for a while: "Oh, I seem to have an impression that Song Fan has an old classmate named Gui! I don't know what it's called Gui." "Where's Zou? A psychiatrist?" Sang Chu leaned over his head and asked. "Zou?" Jiang Ning muttered, "I can't tell." Sang Chu didn't ask any more questions, silently sucked the cigarette butt to the end, and pressed it hard into the ashtray. "Okay, now I ask Li Yi to tell you about the incident four years ago, and the fat man will take notes." "What about you?" asked the fat man. "I'm going to squat in the toilet." Sang Chu put on his shoes and grabbed a newspaper, "The old man hasn't defecated for three days!" Jiang Ning laughed out loud. After squatting for half an hour, Momojiji opened the door and came back, but said he still didn't come out. "Is the talk over?" The fat man handed over the transcript: "That's all, it can be compared with Baikov's suicide note." Sang Chu quickly read the transcript and asked Li Yi to sign it. "Li Yi, that is to say, until you woke up, you still thought that the lockbox contained money?" "Yes." Li Yi signed and put on the cap of the pen, "I didn't realize it had been replaced until I opened the box. I know the password of the box that holds the money, and the one in my hand is not mine." "Tell me, is the lockbox easy to pry?" "I really want to pry it, but I'm afraid I won't be able to pry it open." "That's right!" Sang Chu smiled, "So, you found these two receipts?" "It should be said that I discovered their conspiracy!" Li Yi became impulsive, "It's too insidious!" "It's a good thing you didn't die!" Sang Chu turned on the desk lamp, "And here...you wrote two letters of appeal." "Yes! I wrote directly to Director Shang, but nothing came of it." Sang Chu groaned, and wanted to ask something, when the phone rang suddenly. "Hello! Name?" Sang Chu grabbed the phone. "My name is Shang." A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone, "Who are you?" "My surname is Sang." Sang Chu covered the microphone and smiled at everyone, "My surname is Shang... Hey, please tell me if you have anything to say." The one surnamed Shang was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Sang, shall we meet?" "That's the same thing, I don't have time to interview you. Tell me, what's the matter?... Oh! The disappearance of the huge sum of money? Please tell me...Is it impossible? I don't believe it! Absolutely don't believe it!... Still Director, are you confused? I have read the materials, and you have handled them thoroughly!... No, no, don't say that, when everyone is paralyzed, you must have been deceived by the surname Yan!...Stock You will never accept it, right!...How is it possible?...Oh, the more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes. Covering up criminals will never happen to you. By the way, has Song Fan asked you? No. Just one more question, do you really like mushrooms? ... No? No, no, nothing else ... Ah, one more thing, why are your legs lame? Don't worry, I just Just ask. It’s like this. Some people say that your leg is because you slept with someone else’s daughter-in-law, making you limping... That’s right! I don’t believe it if I kill you! How can it be? No, no, you You are already quite old... Don't stop, don't get angry! Yo, hang up!" Sang Chu made a strange face at the microphone: "Old bastard!" Lao Kang poked the corners of his eyes and laughed, the more he laughed, the harder he finally couldn't hold it back: "It's fun, buddy! It's so fucking fun!" Sang Chu picked up the teacup: "I haven't said anything more disgusting!" Jiang Ning's baby face bloomed, and he slapped Li Yi on the back of the head inexplicably. Old Sangchu suddenly raised his head: "Tell me Li Yi, what do you think of Yan Xuehao?" "Ask him why?" Li Yi was puzzled. "Of course I have my intentions." "This person is not bad." Li Yi said, "I can't say more." "Not bad." Sang Chu sighed and shook his head, stood up and said, "People who can say such things are too kind." "I don't understand what you mean." Li Yi stood up anxiously. Sang Chu raised his wrist to look at his watch, turned to Lao Kang and said, "Man, get us something to eat. I'm going to take this young man to meet a friend." After finishing speaking, he hooked his hands and took a few young people out. The fat man's whole body suddenly became energetic, and quickly caught up with the little old man in front of him: "Ah! Has the button been unbuttoned?" Sang Chu patted him, turned to Li Yi and asked, "Hey, Li Yi, what medicine did you put in Yan Zizhao's cup?" "Copper sulfate capsules." "Thanks to your two pills." The old man put a cigarette in his mouth, "Thanks! Otherwise, if Baikov dies, old Sangchu will really have to write an inspection!" The fat man raised his head and whistled: "Rat poison won't kill anyone, but old man, can you tell me how the button is undone?" "Being angry, constipated, squatting on the latrine for dozens of minutes... If you don't believe me, try it!" Old Sang Chu let out a breath of birdishness against the black sky. In the public cemetery, the stone monuments bathed in the sky are gloomy. The train rumbled by not far away, and the ground seemed to be shaking.After a while, the aftermath gradually receded, and the cemetery returned to silence.There are stars in the sky. Fatty was dumbfounded when he heard that he was going to the northern suburbs.He felt an inexplicable terror.Could it be a coincidence?Or some kind of internal connection, the past ten days have actually been messed with the cemetery. Without any explanation, Sang Chu stepped forward and knocked on the gatekeeper's door.As soon as the one-eyed eye touched Sang Chu's gaze, it stopped moving, and the face behind the light seemed to be out of shape.A solitary eye shone a little. "Fatty, let's do it!" Sang Chu shook his head at Fatty. Before the one-eyed man struggled, he was already held by the fat man, his feet were off the ground, and he kicked wildly, asking Sang Chu to give him a mouthful. "Cuffs!" Sang Chu grabbed a thin leg of his, and handcuffed him firmly, then pulled his arm vigorously, so that he was handcuffed together with his leg around his neck.Then squatted down, "Head up!" One-eyed tilted his neck. Sang Chu pointed at Li Yi: "Do you know this young man?" One-eyed really took a look at Li Yi: "I haven't seen it." Sang Chu clapped his hands and went to take out a cigarette in his pocket: "He is the head of the household at No. 13. I have been with you for four years, how could I not know him! If it wasn't because of your negligence, he is still lying in there now .” There was a horrible grunting sound from the gravekeeper's throat, and a vein was stretched out on his neck, which was as thick as an earthworm.Coupled with the twisted strange posture, it gives people a sense of horror and humor. "I... I've never seen this person!" One Eye choked on saliva and coughed. Sang Chu sprayed smoke on his face: "Is there a flashlight?" "Let go of me! What are you doing?" One-eyed blushed and shouted thickly, "What law have I committed?" "If you want to be comfortable, tell me where is the flashlight first?" "The flashlight has no batteries, don't you know?" "Oh, I forgot. Are there any candles, then?" "In the drawer!" Sang Chu stood up and told the fat man to let go of One Eye.Then he waved to the relieved Jiang Ning: "Come on! Girl, you have good eyesight, see if there are mushrooms growing in this room." "mushroom?" "Yes! Mushrooms." Sang Chu took out a candle stub from a drawer and lit it, "Look for it, this kind of thing tends to grow in places that are damp and dark." Jiang Ning vaguely remembered that last night Sang Chu said twice that her house was tide.She took the candle, squatted down carefully, and slowly moved forward along the foot of the bed.Finally, the candlelight stopped under the inner leg of the table, and in the dim light, several rotting black mushrooms were clustered. Sang Chu smiled slightly, and tested the angle: "That is to say, Song Fan was sitting on the bed at that time." Such an explanation probably only the fat man would understand.Li Yi and Jiang Ning were undoubtedly stunned.Even that damned one-eyed man was in a daze. Old Sangchu blew out the candle, squinted his eyes and said to himself: "The alarm clock rang suddenly, which shocked us a lot. The chick is pecking rice, and it can't finish pecking...can't finish pecking. Ah! That chicken should Where--" He reached out from the pillow and took out a small fist-sized alarm clock, but unfortunately it was broken.The little chicken pecking rice on the dial was probably full and motionless. "It's better not to put clocks and semiconductors together." Sang Chu threw the alarm clock to Duxian, "Do you remember? In this place, there used to be a girl named Song Fan who revealed to you that she never said anything to anyone. My secret! Don't shake your head, think again. I'm sure you'll remember. At that time, the alarm clock rang suddenly, which shocked you both." One-eyed's hand holding the small alarm clock began to tremble, but his head shook like a rattle: "No, nothing!" "Fatty!" Sang Chu pointed at the handcuffs, "Just like I did just now, dance him back to the samba." "Don't!" cried One-Eyed, "I admit it! I admit it!" "That is to say, there is such a thing?" "Yes, yes." "You made a lot of money with this, didn't you?" "No no……" "Fatty! Samba!" One-eyed knelt down with a thud: "Yes, yes, I made some money, not much! Until recently, I only made 20,000 yuan this time, but...but I have already handed in the full amount." "Well, the attitude is basically honest." Sang Chu threw him a cigarette, "What about before?" "It had nothing to do with me before, it was all done by Lao Yan!" Sang Chu happily slapped the torreya, and smiled at several young people: "Don't be surprised, guys! What you hear now is the truth. Yan Xuehaozhao took Li Yi's appeal letter, and thus knew all the secrets. He kept silent and watched for a long time. He didn't start to send blackmail letters to Yan Zizhao and Bai Kefu until he thought everything was safe. He chose Li Yi's tomb as the place to send the money, which was considered well-intentioned. People don't come here often. Place, the insurance factor is very high. And... and there is a little sense of mystery. However, he can avoid everyone's eyes, but it is difficult to avoid this gentleman's one-eyed eye for a long time. In addition, this gentleman also knows part of the The inside story, I paid special attention to Li Yi's tomb. So, one day, One Eye caught Yan Xuehao, and he got all the stolen goods." The three young men didn't say a word, they were stunned by the facts before them.Totally stunned! "Yan Xuehao is not a bad person." Sang Chu held Li Yi's shoulders and shook him vigorously, "I like your kindness and appreciate your spiritual tactics. But I must remind you, young man! It is your personal The revenge plan gave Yan Xuehao and the other accomplice an opportunity! I really want to know, did you also include the Public Security Bureau in the scope of your suspicion and distrust?" Li Yi bit his lip and said nothing. Sang Chu stopped asking, and shot his eyes on the ugly face of One Eye again: "Tell me, under what circumstances did you catch Yan Xuehao?" "A rainy day is also a rainy night." One Eye raised his head, "It's about the same as the night you shot." "Aha!" Sang Chu laughed, "What a wonderful scene that is!" After finishing speaking, the little old man walked out the door with his hands behind his back.Throwing a sentence: "Li Yi, take the few martial arts novels by the bed, you may find that many words in them are missing." The car was on the road again. Because of the extra people, the air in the car smelled bad.Old Sang Chu rolled down the car window and poked out half of his head.The street lamps stretched forward, as if they could never finish.A girl in a blue turban, hugging her boyfriend's waist tightly, sat behind the "big Suzuki", laughing all the way.The knight tilted his head to look at Sangtrul's face, and Sangtrul looked at his helmet.The young man gave a Nazi salute and picked up the pace. "Yo ho! It's time to challenge the boss." Sang Chu touched the driver, "Turn on the police lights! Let him hear the siren." "Okay!" The police car roared past. Sang Chu looked back and was so happy that Halazi came out.Jiang Ning reached out to touch him, then quickly retracted. "Why? Get out of the car?" The old man turned around and asked. "We want to go and see Manager Su." Li Yi said. "That's right, you should go and see! I'll go with you." Sang Chu ordered the car to stop on the side of the road, and jumped out of the car with his butt pouted, "Is it far?" Jiang Ning pointed to the alley across the road: "Not far." "Let's go, hurry up! I hope he's benign." The old man buckled his watch while walking, and suddenly remembered something, and turned around to stop the police car. "Hello!" He poked Cyclopedia, "Who made that anonymous call?" "Originally I wanted to let me fight," Cyclops replied wretchedly, "but Lao Yan changed his mind again, and he did it himself." "Why did you change your mind?" "He said I had an accent." "Oh!" Sang Chu smiled slyly, then winked at the other party, "Shayo Nala!"