Living people can't be found, looking for dead people instead
It was a less than fifty-square-meter old house, with old-fashioned furniture, very rustic. Although it's a bit simple, but very clean, this can be seen from the floor and room layout, really spotless. At first glance, an old man appeared, unexpectedly, he is such a person who pays attention to life.
I still have some lingering fear, the chill on my forehead reminding me of the life-and-death moment I just experienced.
After letting me in, Mr. Liu took juice from the refrigerator and poured it for me, sitting on the sofa opposite me with a very apologetic look. "Sorry about that, kiddo. My home has been having some unexpected guests lately, making me feel like a nervous wreck, all tense and stuff."
I didn't stand on ceremony either, took it over and opened it to drink. This also counts as showing that I had no ulterior motives, and another reason is that I was really thirsty.
My "good job" won over Old Man Liu's trust, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened even more from smiling.
He downed half a cup in one gulp, took out a document from his backpack and handed it over to him along with the pen. This was actually given to me by Director Shan when my uncle was ill and asked for leave, asking me to sign on behalf of him on my way. Today it came in handy.
The old man, after reading the above content, was both annoyed and reluctant. He trembled as he held his pen, hesitated for a moment, and finally signed. It can be seen that he is not as ruthless as everyone said, after all, they are father and son. No matter how wrong the child has done, there is nothing that cannot be forgiven.
"May I ask you a question? He's already dead, why don't you go cremate him and bring him home? I think what you said to them is different from what you really mean. You appear to be furious on the surface, but I can see that you don't hate your own son."
"That beast has done things that defy heaven and reason. In middle school, he started hanging out with hoodlums everywhere, fighting and brawling nonstop. And when he grew up, he even got involved in the underworld." The old man sighed and said: "His mother died early, I've actually taught him to be like this, I'm sorry for this society and even more sorry for my deceased partner. Now that he's gotten his retribution, it can also be considered as getting rid of a scumbag for the sake of this society. Girl, I'll give you the handling fee, just take care of him for me! I don't want to see him again."
As expected, the old man told everything he knew, although it was simple, but all the information that should be known was also known.
Ming Yan didn't stay by my side, but instead looked around the inside and outside of this place, seemingly gaining nothing. He shook his head at me, "Let's go, this place is very ordinary, I didn't find anything special. Let's go out and ask others if they know who Liu Sheng has been in contact with."
I remained calm and expressionless, with a hint of regret, looking at Old Man Liu as I carefully put the things away and bowed politely to thank him for his mercy. The old man smiled and saw us out the door. As we reached the entrance, I noticed the marks left by someone trying to pry open the anti-theft door, and I looked at Old Man Liu with concern.
He waved his hand, pointing to the kitchen knife on the ground. I thought of the fierce look he had when he came out with the kitchen knife and couldn't help but laugh, but my smile was a bit bitter. Everyone is dead, and his family still has to follow him to take risks, Liu Lao having such an unfilial son is really unbearable.
We went out and asked a few people, the young ones didn't know Liu Sheng, the older ones avoided talking about him, in short, the impression was very poor. The only good reputation is that he is still a filial son, maybe this is also why Liu Lao treasures this son!
When I got home, it was already afternoon. With a sweaty smell all over my body, I grabbed my clothes and rushed into the bathroom. Before going in, I didn't forget to warn Ming Yan not to peek at me while I'm taking a bath. This had almost become my subconscious lines every time I take a bath.
Ming Yan bit his lip, looking like he was speechless and questioning the heavens. I had explained before that it was a mistake, but every time I took a bath, I still didn't forget to warn him, and now he just responded with silence.
After finishing the bath, I threw my clothes into the washing machine and walked out. He was writing something on paper with a pen. I went over to take a look, but couldn't understand it at all. All the names were written on one piece of paper, including Yuan Xue, Yuan Lei, Liu Sheng, and Old Man Liu.
"What is this? Are you analyzing character relationships?"
"Hmm!" The top one had a question mark, I looked at the word written with strength and momentum, and compared to his, mine was clumsy and awkward.
He looked at the names written by him, thought for a moment and said: "Don't you think it's strange? A small hoodlum died and the gang didn't compensate the Liu family, but instead they kept trying to get something from them in various ways."
"But Liu's house is just that big, and everything is placed in plain sight. There are no valuable items, what do they want?" His reminder also made me start thinking along the same lines.
Liu Lao Ye Zi is a state-owned enterprise employee, after retirement relying on social security and making money by working as a night watchman to support his family, shouldn't be for wealth. But when I entered Liu's house, everyone saw that it was just a small place the size of a palm, with no valuable things or places to hide things. What exactly are those people after?
"It seems that we can't get any clues from the mouths of the living, so we can only seek the truth from the mouths of the dead." Ming Yan put the materials together in a folder and looked at me seriously.
I rubbed my hair and asked dazedly: "What does it mean? How can we get the truth from a dead man's mouth?"

