There were few people in the carriage, so no voice could be heard. Wu Fengrong first identified a series of extremely fast beatings on the computer keyboard, and then looked over the notebook to see the trader. He has a short stature, a bulging belly, and his sweater seems to be too small. There is a slight swelling and bruise under the left eye, and the hair is blue-black, and the glasses can't cover much.
The thin red line on the computer screen hangs on the black background board, crawling forward at a speed visible to the naked eye. The operator didn't speak when he saw the train conductor coming. He pursed his lips into a white line and frowned, as if he was impatient that someone would disturb him to make money. Wu Fengrong saw a business card torn in half next to the computer. When put together, he could see the words "Customer Manager Sun Xu". Wu Fengrong picked up the business card and looked at it from both sides. The Mr. Sun's eyes were still on the computer screen. He kept tapping the mouse with his two fingers, and his voice was like a rat grinding his teeth.
"Would you like to get Mr. Sun an eye pack? Tsk tsk, didn't you stay up late?" Wu Fengrong said, "Can you get through the phone? I also put some money in the stock market. Would you like to give me some advice? What are you doing? Is the sector going up so much?"
Wu Fengrong does not invest in stocks, and uses all his savings to repay the mortgage. He bought a 200-square-meter apartment in Tongding in one go, with a mortgage of 25 years and a monthly payment of 6,000. Zhao Xintao laughed at him for being too good a scene, a young single to buy such a big house. Wu Fengrong felt that he had nothing else to buy, and he usually spent less, and the money left over in the bank couldn't keep up with inflation. He is not well-versed in numbers, has no financial management concept, and his understanding of finance only stays on buying insurance.
I don't know which word touched this Mr. Sun's bad head, he muttered twice and said, "No need." After speaking, he looked Wu Fengrong up and down with his eyes, and showed a contemptuous smile: "If you want to hear a few words, Okay, I usually charge by the hour, and today I'll give it away for nothing. I've seen people like you a lot, with a monthly salary of at most 10,000 yuan, most of the mortgage, and children studying at home, as well as pocket money for my sister-in-law. Want to make more money? I advise you to buy a new coat with money, and it is more realistic than anything to see relatives in the New Year."
The mouth is too poisonous. But when it comes to being mean, Wu Fengrong believes that no one can compete with him. Just listen to the train conductor laughing—
"Mr. Sun's financial business is not as poor as those of us from rural areas. You look like a rich man, a big waist, and a rich boss. What kind of coat are you wearing, and a cassock is copied in the hall, maybe He has become a Buddha on the ground.”
"What did you say! Curse who to die?"
"I said Buddha, what kind of immortal are you pretending to be?"
After speaking, the conductor shook his hand with his business card in between, and the hem of his clothes took the wind away. When he got to the corner of the carriage, he called the company, and the person who answered the phone said that Sun Xu had left for half a month, and there was no such person now. Wu Fengrong thought to himself, it should not be resignation, but unemployment.
In this carriage, Wu Fengrong also saw a female teacher. She was wrapped in a down jacket, her head was tightly wrapped by a woolen hat, her right foot was covered with velvet slippers, and the back of her foot was wrapped in thick gauze, which was swollen the size of a fist.
Her red ink pen stopped for a minute in the second natural paragraph of the text, and Wu Fengrong knocked on the table before she raised her head, her expression seemed to be greatly frightened, and she almost jumped up from the chair. Wu Fengrong saw her face, which was extremely thin and bone-shaped, like a birch bark blown over in the wind. Before Wu Fengrong could speak, her throat slid, her eyes turned red when she said red, and it seemed like a cistern was full. Wu Fengrong was also stunned, and hurried to see where his hands were. He was fortunate to find that his hands were neatly tucked into his trouser pockets, which made him think he was taking advantage of others.
"Ma'am, can you show me the ticket?"
The woman's fingers trembled, and she reached into the handbag beside her, but she didn't take out anything for a long time. She panicked even more, shaking everything out, tears streaming down her cheeks. Rao is Wu Fengrong, who has many years of experience in driving cars, and has never seen anyone crying because he couldn't find a ticket.
"If you don't have time to buy a ticket and make it up with me, where are you going? Sit down first, and tell me what I can help you with."
"I'm going to Baihe, I'm really sorry, I really bought a ticket, just... I just don't know where I got it. Look at me, I'm always careless and can't do anything well... I'm really sorry... "
"Would it be convenient for you to give me a name? The ID card is still there, don't worry, it's easy to do if you have an ID card."
ID does have it. Wu Fengrong took it over and took a look. The female teacher is called Cao Min, 42 years old, from Tongzhou, Han nationality. Wu Fengrong wrote down his personal information first, but instead of returning her ID card immediately, he picked up the homework book that had been blown away by the wind.
"Mr. Cao is still changing homework in the car. It's hard work. Is the foot injury okay? Do you want to call the medical staff to take a look?"
It's alright, I got a bruise on the bike, and it's almost healed. Don't bother you guys, I'm so sorry..."
The woman hid her feet under the chair awkwardly, and apologized in three words. Wu Fengrong tested her foot injury, and she obviously didn't want to talk about this topic. Wu Fengrong is not reluctant, he can only secretly wonder, shouldn't a people's teacher be very honorable and fulfilling? Why so lack of self-confidence? She can't speak in class, so what will the students be taught
"There are two other people, both with minor injuries, one with a band-aid on her finger, and a little girl who said that she went to the hospital to treat acne and her face was broken, and she was very sad. It's good to have a rotten face. This investigation There are quite a few people with injuries on their bodies. A migrant worker has both hands broken, a college student fights with others, an unemployed financial worker is beaten, a female teacher has a slap in the foot... But only the old lady who was scratched by her nails is more suitable. Check these five to see if the name is on the list of dishonest?"
Wu Fengrong handed the paper with his name on it to Zhou Yanling. Zhou Yanling then called up the blacklist to compare them one by one.
"Only this 'Huang Ye' is on the untrustworthy list."
"Who is Huang Ye?" Wu Fengrong thought about it for a long time, thinking of the migrant worker who called: "Oh, that migrant worker, what did he do?"
Zhou Yanling is funny: "You ask me how I know, but I don't know him. Maybe there is a criminal record, people on the construction site are easy to commit crimes, those who are violently dug for unpaid wages, those who fight drunkenly, and those who kill their coworkers and defraud insurance... "Speaking of this, I suddenly paused, and frowned slightly: "Could it be him?"
"who is it?"
"This migrant worker may have stabbed me. I remember that when he hit me, there was a lime smell, but I didn't pay much attention at that time. All the attention was on the stomach when the knife stabbed me. I think the smell is a bit familiar, but now I think about it. You said that the back of his hands is full of lime powder, right? It's the smell on the construction site, I've seen it a lot."
Wu Fengrong didn't answer right away, he was playing with the business card in his hand, which was the one that Sun Xu had broken into two halves. Zhou Yanling noticed something was wrong, and his eyes fell on his face. Seeing Wu Fengrong raising the tip of his eyes, his eyes were sullenly persecuting his heart.
"You lied to me, the surname is Zhou. You haven't told me the truth yet."
Zhou Yanling was taken aback: "What did I say?"
Wu Fengrong threw the business card on the table: "After I contacted Sun Xu's company, I remembered your business card and made an extra phone call. Guess what? Your colleague told me that you were injured a week ago. , just below the left rib of the lower abdomen, you are a taboo in investigating fraud cases, and you were stabbed while walking at night after get off work. The injury was not stabbed at the station at all! I feel strange, while sending you to the car, He stabs you. If the stab goes wrong, he is not afraid that you will die and not be able to investigate the case? You ripped open the wound and pretended to be stabbed. , I believe it." He was so angry that his face turned blue: "Okay, I won't bullshit you, you go to see the marshals with me now."
"Rongrong, listen to my explanation!" Zhou Yan listened to his sleeve.
"I don't have time to listen. Zhou Yanling, I believed you once, but you cut your own way."
Zhou Yanling didn't speak, and suddenly took off his sweater, leaving his upper body naked. Wu Fengrong stared, and it wasn't that he had never seen a man, so taking off his clothes wouldn't scare him. Zhou Yanling tore off the gauze, peeled off the two pieces of skin from the wound, the bloody opening suddenly widened, and Gululu started to ooze red water again. Wu Fengrong's heart twitched, and after a stalemate, he sat down to take a closer look, wishing he could see every pore clearly. Because of several ruptures, the edges of the wound have been blurred, and the situation is tragic.
But if the wound is bigger, it can be seen clearly, the inside is very shallow, not like a stab, but more like a scratch.
Zhou Yanling smiled bitterly and said: "I was stabbed last week, it wasn't serious, they just wanted to threaten me, it wouldn't really kill me. I was at the station this morning, when I got in, I noticed someone was following me, so I turned around and went. I asked the security guard for a test. I didn't expect him to be so impatient, and he ran right into the door of the grocery store. I was prepared to pull his scarf to see his face, so he ran away."
Zhou Yanling wrapped the gauze again and sighed, "I then went to the toilet to re-open the wound. At that time, I didn't know why he was following me, making him think he had cracked my wound. When I got on the car covered in blood, he would definitely know, and there would be a next reaction, so I could understand what he was going to do. Second, I think this is a good way to get your attention, let you help me, and let you see with your own eyes that I am hurt Seriously, you will believe that this detective game is real, and you may believe that I am innocent. Before getting in the car