"'Coco' is the internet name, the girl's real name is Wang Jiake, 25 years old, just one year after graduating from graduate school, and working as a music teacher at No. 33 Middle School. The source of the photos and videos on the Internet is her mobile phone. 'Cloud Disk' was first sent directly to an app called 'Little Grassland'. As far as we know, this is an application software with social functions, pictures and videos can be sent. 'Little Grassland' will automatically send pictures to users Watermarked. Then someone took a screenshot and saved it and forwarded it to other social media.”
Yu Yan came to Yang's house with two strange policemen and asked Yang Yifan to ask questions by name.
The male policeman who spoke was in his thirties, with a sullen face, his facial features seemed to have been frozen in a refrigerator, and his face remained motionless except for his mouth. His eyes were dark, and he looked at people with scrutiny and vigilance, just like the black cat sheriff who interrogated mice in a cartoon.
Yang Yifan, who was judged as a mouse, blew the new manicure indifferently: "What's the matter with me? I don't know her."
Neighbors usually come into contact with Yu Yan and the little policemen from the police station—the policemen come over occasionally to adjust a conflict, look for a lost old man, etc., and get to know the uncles and aunts in the courtyard, and sometimes they are detained by enthusiastic people. Forcibly introducing objects - Yang Yifan is very uncomfortable with this attitude of treating people as suspects when they come up.
Yu Yan hurriedly made a round of speech next to him: "These two are our superior leaders. This time, there is a lot of pressure from public opinion, and we are also under great pressure. You said that this is a big New Year's Eve, a good girl is gone, and no one will live. You can't see a dead body... right? You're in a hurry to speak, or your tone is not very good, everyone, please be considerate. "
Sheriff Black Cat said coldly, "You two have added WeChat to each other, and you also belong to an active WeChat group. You said you don't know her?"
"Handsome guy, there are more than 400 people in that group, and the online community is also a community - do you know all the people in your community? Every passerby who has asked you how much a pound of cucumbers just bought can be recited by you. Do you have a family tree?" Yang Yifan shrugged, "Okay, then you're pretty cool."
Sheriff Black Cat almost gave her "airplane ears": "What's your attitude!"
Yang Yifan raised his elbow, put it on the back of the sofa behind him, and crossed Erlang's legs to answer: "Whatever your attitude, I will have the attitude."
"Don't, don't," Yu Yan separated the two and said to Yang Yifan, "Mr. Yang, we looked through the various social media used by this missing girl and found that she secretly kept a lot of photos you took. She had just entered college. I have followed your personal blog and excerpted a lot of what you have said. I should be regarded as one of your little admirers. Could you please recall carefully... "
Uncle Yang interjected: "Fanfan, tell others well. How worried is the family when such a big girl is lost?"
Yang Yifan rolled his eyes, but still cooperated: "A friend of mine is a purchasing agent, and she brought her a pair of shoes. She agreed to pay the final payment, but she has never given the money, and I can't get in touch. I even stole mine on New Year's Day. The picture shows off her wealth in the circle of friends and replies to leave a message, and she pretends to be dead when she mentions the final payment. I only found out about it two days ago, you can check her financial situation."
Sheriff Black Cat asked: "Does this person often show high consumption that does not match her personal income level?"
"I don't know how much she earns," Yang Yifan said lazily. "I don't know what level of consumption is considered high consumption, but those who spend hundreds of dollars on street stalls usually don't have the face to mix with us."
One sentence seemed like a thousand arrows were fired in unison, and all the people around him were shot into hedgehogs.
Yu Yan patted his chest and tried to ease the atmosphere with a smile: "Fortunately, the state gave us uniforms to wear, otherwise I might be a man who wears a rag to work every day."
Sheriff Black Cat was unmoved and stared at Yang Yifan. He said, "I still have a question. Where were you on the night of January 5th?"
The "Yanning Feast", which was widely deleted on the Internet, was on January 5th.
Yang Yifan's eyes became cold.
Yu Yan hurriedly whispered to the black cat sheriff: "Miao team, there is still an old man, and I will go out and talk..."
Who knew that the "old man" Uncle Yang didn't back his ears at all: "Less than, what's going on?"
"We found a lot of photos in Wang Jiake's cloud disk," said the black cat sheriff, took out a mobile phone from his arms, and pulled out a few photos, "One of the photos shows a person, I think Ms. Yang should know her?"
Those few photos were taken of the self-service dessert area in the lobby. The lights were flickering, and the people standing or walking around the table were all dressed up, creating a certain atmosphere of fragrant temples and drunkenness.
Someone at the table was holding juice, maybe he felt something, and he looked back at the camera, revealing most of his face - it was Yang Yifan himself.
Black Cat Sheriff: "Are you familiar?"
Yang Yifan leaned back and folded his arms on his chest: "This is a charity party organized by a friend's company for the tenth anniversary of its establishment. Of course, charity is just a gimmick - but it's nothing, right? I left at ten o'clock that night, as for what time they were. After the break, what other activities are there after the break... They didn't invite me, and I don't know. Why, it's illegal to stand in a restaurant and drink a glass of juice? Is there another photo of me?"
Sheriff Black Cat said coldly, "Then we should invite you to a urine test."
"Ah..." Yang Yifan was stunned for a moment, then she pinched her brows and laughed without seriousness, "Tsk, some people are really disrespectful."
"This matter is still under investigation. We will come to you in the future. Please forgive me." The black cat sheriff jumped a small blue vein on his forehead and stood up with a "swipe", "In addition, Ms. Yang, in the early days of your company, in order to make a fortune, you made up many sensational stories. When real events were hyped, they promoted a high-consumption lifestyle, attracted attention, and earned huge advertising fees. Later, many people followed suit. Are you Leading the trend, I admire your sense of market smell and hype, but I also hope that you can reflect on the negative social impact you have caused."
"Miao team walk slowly," Yang Yifan ignored him and got up with a smile to see off the guests, "Your surname is really good, it suits you very well."
She slammed the door shut and shut the police out. The painted smile on her face hadn't disappeared. When she turned around, she saw Lao Yang staring at her with a bad expression.
Old Uncle Yang slammed the dog-beating stick on the floor heavily: "Yang Yifan, what the hell is going on?"
"I'll be shot while lying down, okay?" Yang Yifan waved his hand at him impatiently, "Netizens who can't fight, just because they went to the same party to play, they had to be questioned by the police - I went to the company to work overtime. "
"What overtime!" The old gang leader had frost on his face, "Why did people say that about you just now? What are you busy with every day? Come back, Yang Yifan, explain it to me!"
"Ha," Yang Yifan put on his coat and let out a laugh, "It's just such a small civil servant who gets three melons and two dates a month's salary, has no ability to make money, and treats himself as a character. He is unbalanced in his heart and hates the rich. , He doesn't like any life he can't afford and doesn't deserve, how do I know what he means?"
"What are you talking about!" Uncle Yang's short white stubble was so angry that she stood up straight, "I told you that everything is in moderation, you must know that it is enough! It's just your friends who compete with each other every day. …”
"Isn't it right to rely on your own efforts to live the life you like?" Yang Yifan interrupted him impatiently, "I didn't teach those little girls to say, 'You have to make yourself beautiful, and find ways to make a fortune in the future. Take care of you', I dare to say - I have never said a word like this in my life! I teach them to face up to their ambitions! If you like famous brands, you can save for yourself; if you like lipstick, you can do part-time jobs and do odd jobs to make money to buy them. What's wrong? Shouldn't young people work hard? Shouldn't they struggle? They are all like you, 'indifferent to fame and fortune', with a little pension to eat steamed bread at home, society will be better?"
Uncle Yang: "A gentleman is poor..."
"Yeah, gentlemen are poor, but petty people are poor," Yang Yifan ripped off his crocodile skin bag from the hanger without hesitation, "so I will find a wall to reflect on my own waste, and don't be so jealous of others. Vanity and shame!"
Uncle Yang: "Our family has been in the beggar gang for generations, and we have never asked for wealth. You have to be worthy of your conscience."
"Grandpa," Yang Yifan stepped out of the door and suddenly turned around and said, "As you put it, my dad is a gentleman who doesn't seek riches and honors, and 'holds down poverty', so why do you think he has a bad mind, and he still talks with him. Has he cut ties?"
Lao Yang was speechless.
After Yang Yifan finished speaking, he sneered and turned away.
Lao Yang wanted to chase out, but she was so angry that her chest and back felt numb. After a long time, she sighed and walked slowly into the corridor, just in time to see Yang Yifan driving out his little sports car, "Om" With a bang, he walked away.
The world has become too fast, the noise is everywhere, and the words are loud. The old people's deep-rooted and inherited concepts from their youth have been repeatedly washed away by various trends of thought. Even the Yang Gang leader, who holds a dog-beating stick in his hand, felt fear at this time. Sometimes he has a lot of things he wants to say to young people, but when he is old, he is so slow that he is not only punching and kicking. The words left him speechless, wondering if he was really wrong.
He stood in the corridor for a while, then returned to the house slowly, calling Yan Ning's beggar gang members one by one and asking them to help look for the missing girl named "Wang Jiake".
Gan Qing went back to open the store on the third day of the new year. She has nothing to do at home. This person has no other hobbies at all except cutting things with small blades. After playing online for a while, she got tired of it. A pot of oil cakes and a pot of crispy meat, almost exhausted a range hood, almost the whole building delivered it again, and there are still leftovers.
The floor was wiped twice a day. Sister Meizhen said that if she didn't go looking for something to do, the floor would be torn apart by her.
"Welcome." Gan Qing was entertaining guests when she heard the door slam, and sent the door without looking up.
The person at the door hissed: "What is this?"
The door of Xingzhimeng was covered with small signs with glue dripping.
Gan Qing raised her head: "Little Master Yu, are you purchasing on your behalf again?"
Yu Lanchuan ignored her, frowning at the glue sticks hanging at the door - Yishui's "Get Rich Overnight" on it.
"Open the door and get rich, Xiao Yu, you're going to be so high this year! I'll give you a 50% discount, pick one out of ten yuan, and get a good deal in the New Year." Gan Qing said with a smile, "Maybe a rich woman will chase after you. , you don't have to pay the mortgage."
"With you... a neighbor, I can't fly," Yu Lanchuan muttered, "low..."
Before the word "vulgar" was uttered, the other two customers in the store interjected.
"Mengmeng teacher, I want it!"
"I also want!"
"Who doesn't want to smear gold leaf on their face?"
"Dream of a jewel-encrusted shoe and bag..."
"Alas, that's what we both can do. Poverty limits our imagination."
"After you get rich, you shouldn't come to my shop." Gan Qing helped the two girls pack the glue cards and hand them over, "I'm about to lose you guys, babies."
The "babies" were overjoyed after hearing such auspicious dreams: "If it does come true, you will have to queue up, Mr. Mengmeng - the living god of wealth in the world... Mr. Mengmeng, how do I feel after the Chinese New Year is over? Are you sweet?"
Gan Qing, who was buying and stealing the teacher, smiled and said nothing. After a while with the customers, "Borai Bao went", and the two babies bought a lot of other things, and then they left in a dizzy manner.
Gan Qing sent off the guests. Looking at the time, it was almost o'clock for lunch. The pot of Tianyi crayfish next door was already busy with a "squeaky" sound. The smell seemed to come in through the crack of the door, and she said absentmindedly. Ask Yu Lanchuan, "What do you want, baby?"
Yu Lanchuan: "…"
"Cough..." Gan Qing looked at his face as if it had been struck by lightning, then came back to her senses and coughed awkwardly, "Bah, that's easy to say."