As planned before, after separation from Qu Qiao, Jiang Lian contacted the young man in the rice noodle shop who was connected with him.

He reported the license plate number and the street name near Qu Qiao's house, and the young man agreed: "It's not difficult. I'll arrange it. As long as I find the surveillance nearby, it will be like biting it. At most one hour, there will definitely be a result. And..."

The guy was a little sucked.

Jiang Lianqi said: "What's wrong?"

The young man hesitated for a moment: "I originally wanted to tell you later, but I haven't contacted the other end yet - that's right. Don't we have a national system, and those completed successful cases will be uploaded for colleagues from all over the world to browse."

Yes, I heard about it at noon, and the charlatan praised them for coming in first.

"Now I start to check the residents near the crematorium. It's a new case. It means that Yan Luo's case has come to an end, so we uploaded it. As a result, I just went up to see the feedback and a colleague from Northwest left a message saying that he had seen this person when he was a child."

northwest?

From Xiangxi to Guangxi to the northwest, the span is a bit large. Jiang Lian asked: "Where is the northwest specifically? Also, when was your colleague when he was a child?"

The young man said, "I'm not familiar with him either. He's offline. I'm in contact. But looking at the id information, he is from Qinghai. He was born in 1968. When he was a child, he must be around the 1970s. I'll tell you first and contact you after I've found it. Don't worry, our slogan is professional and meticulous, and we will never let go of any clues."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Lian came out of the God of God.

In the 1970s, Qinghai...

It is possible that Yan Luo left his family and fled in the early 1960s, worked as a sanitation worker in the late 1980s, and died in a car accident in 1993. His life experience was unknown for at least twenty or thirty years.

These twenty or thirty years have been enough for him to go anywhere. It is not uncommon to appear in Qinghai. Moreover, his legs have been frostbite. In the plateau areas like Qinghai, it is normal for people to freeze to death, let alone frostbite.

Jiang Lian wanted to say something to the charlatan, but then he thought about it and waited for the young man to contact his colleague in Qinghai and asked clearly before he could talk.

The young man said that at most one hour, news related to Meng Qianzi would be found.

One hour, I don't know how to pass it.

Jiang Lian paced back and forth at the intersection of the street, looking at the ivy hanging on the wall, and also watching the various vehicles passing by. He originally wanted to organize it in his mind and say what to say after seeing Meng Qianzi, but the traffic was too messy, and the light of the headlights was shaking, making him unable to concentrate.

Why would Qu Qiao say that people around Meng Qianzi would not welcome him, from the eldest son to Meng Jinsong?

Jiang Lian felt puzzled: He didn't want to do anything, he had no dark plots toward Meng Qianzi. As of now, the two of them are really friends... As for the above, is this kind of relationship as well as being prevented, blocked and hostile? Or are these people afraid that he will take a step closer to Meng Qianzi...

This makes sense. Jiang Lian laughed and a wealthy family like Shan Gui didn’t think they looked down on ordinary family backgrounds.

Family background...

Jiang Lian sat down on the edge of the street.

At his feet, he happened to be the drain. Looking inside through the fence, he could see the light of the street lamps shining light, and it was light on the water at the bottom. He looked up to look at the lights at the high place: the height of his family may be like the lights at the high place and the water at the bottom. The light naturally shines on water, but the light will never be water.

There is news coming in on your phone.

It was sent by that young man, and the address of the line is in the following direction.

Jiang Lian jumped up all of a sudden.

Tonight, his head was really stuck, and he had been sitting here for so long: Why didn't he think that Meng Qianzi was the throne of the mountain ghost, and her most likely place to stay was Xiulanju, the mountain shed in Guilin?

***

The front desk of Xiulanju was in a mess: the service staff were busy stopping taking orders, adjusting the room, and setting the top floor into a dedicated area.

In the waiting area of ​​the lobby, Meng Jinsong was sitting on the sofa and explaining to Lu Sanming. He had no expression on his face, and he sat in his back, leaning steadily on the back of the sofa. Lu Sanming next to him was trembling and sweating. While listening, he moved forward, and his butt almost "wiped" the edge of the sofa.

Meng Jinsong said: "I don't know how long Qianzi will stay here. It's not convenient to transfer others to come temporarily. You are familiar with me here. During my vacation, please help me with everything."

Lu Sanming nodded and pounded garlic: "Okay, it's okay, it's up to you."

When he said this, the scene that had just happened a moment ago appeared in front of him.

After that loud noise, he was afraid that something would happen, so he hesitated to the door. He swore that he had never thought about eavesdropping at that time, but people were inevitably following the trend. He glanced at Xin Ci approaching the door, as if he wanted to hear something, and there was no one in the corridor...

So he unconsciously put his ears on.

The sound inside was intermittent and could not be heard clearly. He forgot about himself and became closer and closer. He wished he could grow on the door, completely forgot: the other end of Xin Ci was next to the door shaft, and the other end was next to the door.

He heard Meng Qianzi say, "Go back to Shanguizhai, don't sway in front of me this month. Didn't your wife always complain that you don't have home? It's just right, go with your wife."

Before Lu Sanming could react, the door opened.

That scene...

It was the door opened by Meng Qianzi, and Meng Jinsong was also standing by the door, and his bright and clustered head was like a tribute offered on it, just visible in front of the two of them.

Fortunately, he was more stable in the market, otherwise he would fall into it as soon as the door opened, and he would be embarrassed.

But he was embarrassed to hold it like this. His face turned into a monkey ass. The redness burned down into his neck and up to his bald head.

And Xin Ci, with his firepower, quietly moved away quietly and quietly from the other side, standing against the wall, as if he had just been thinking about life in the corridor.

Lu Sanming didn't dare to look up, he moved his body and silently gave way to Meng Jinsong. Meng Jinsong tidied his collar, walked past him, and then slammed the door and hit it - it didn't hit Lu Sanming. However, he would rather the door hit him on the head and knocked him unconscious on the spot, fell to the ground, and was carried away by someone, and carried away from the stage where his acting skills could not be held.

...

But it doesn't work, and there is something even more embarrassing. He has to sit upright and listen to Meng Jinsong's explanation of the follow-up matters. He feels like he is in a slight way, so he admires Meng Jinsong more and more: It can be seen that he has the foundation to be a special assistant - this calmness that can be regarded as nothing has happened, even if he Lu Sanming can never do it in his life.

Meng Jinsong is still continuing.

"But the aunts will definitely care about Miss Meng's situation, especially if I am not here, they will care more. Someone will definitely come to ask you, please pay attention."

Lu Sanming was confused: Pay attention to it, how to pay attention, and how much? - Can Assistant Meng be more vague in this handover?

However, Meng Jinsong decided to be so vague. He stood up and dragged his suitcase: "You are busy with yours, no need to send it."

***

Like many hotels that pay attention to secrets, there is a circular road at the entrance of Xiulanju. You have to go around in. Jiang Lian was too lazy to let the taxi driver have trouble, so he got off at the intersection.

Just as I was walking towards the entrance, I suddenly saw a car parked at the gate, and someone was putting things in the trunk that I lifted. His figure looked like Meng Jinsong.

After putting things in, the man went straight into the driver's seat, so Jiang Lian didn't see his face from beginning to end, but when the hood was lowered, he saw the license plate number.

He sent this license plate number to people for investigation not long ago, and it was very impressive.

Jiang Lian suddenly felt a sudden heart: Is this... going to leave?

He stopped, looked at the direction of the car and couldn't help but retreat. He originally wanted to stop at the intersection of the import and exit, but expected that it would be a mistake and was one step away.

Damn, this is too fucking. Jiang Lian couldn't think about it carefully, so he turned over and jumped over the car and quickly chased after him.

He can still catch up with this starting speed, and the driver usually looks at the rearview mirror, so it should be fine to stop it.

Not long after Meng Jinsong drove out, he saw someone coming from behind the car.

After looking closely, he recognized it as Jiang Lian.

He smiled, stepped on the accelerator, and also paid attention to the rearview mirror. When he saw Jiang Lian stopping panting, he seemed to give up and stop chasing him, he slowly slowed down his speed.

When chasing cars in the city is not as easy as not being able to perform on the mountain roads, he always has to be distracted and avoided. When Jiang Lian felt that he had no hope, he suddenly saw that the car slowed down again.

He was happy and caught up with him after three steps at a time. However, he seemed to be teasing him on purpose, and the car rushed out again.

Jiang Lian stopped moving, and he felt that Meng Qianzi would not be so bored.

Not far away, the car stopped moving on the side of the road, and pressed down on the driver's seat window. Suddenly, smoke blew out. After a while, a hand stretched out and bombed the ash.

The pop-down gestures were like provocation.

Jiang Lian walked over.

As he approached, he saw that Meng Jinsong was actually the only one in the car. He smoked slowly and exhaled smoke at the Ping An buckle hanging in front of the car.

Jiang Lian stood there more than one meter away from the driving seat. After looking at him for a while, he said lightly: "Assistant Meng, you will be bored like this."

Meng Jinsong smiled and handed out the cigarette box that had been opened: "Give me one?"

Seeing that Jiang Lian was cold and did not answer, he retracted his hand: "I don't usually pull it, but now I'm going to take a big vacation, and there are no taboos."

"How could Assistant Meng, who is so responsible, leave Miss Meng alone and take a vacation alone?"

Meng Jinsong said: "When you left Yunmeng Peak, didn't you leave Qianzi's contact information and a painting? I burned them all, but she didn't receive them-I found out today, and I was furious and asked me to go back for vacation."

After saying this, he looked at Jiang Lian's face carefully, thinking that he would be excited or angry, but nothing was left.

Jiang Lian seemed to have known it for a long time, and was neither surprised nor angry. He paused and asked him: "Miss Meng always makes this happen when making friends. She is kept in the dark and inexplicably arranged by someone else?"

Meng Jinsong replied: "If you only make friends, then you won't."

Speaking of this, he suddenly opened up the topic: "Do you know that Grandma Duan fell in love with a British man back then, but the man unfortunately died. Grandma Duan was sad and traveled overseas and did not return for three years."

Jiang Lian knew that this was an introduction, so he would definitely lead to something, so he just listened quietly.

"Later, I finally returned to China. In fact, when she returned to China, she was less than 30 years old, which was her best age. Everyone hoped that she could look forward, didn't she sing in the songs? The old love was lost and the new partner was a companion - so she always beat in front of her, beat around the bush, and in the words, she showed the intention of helping her see her."

"So one day, Grandma Duan entered the Shanguizhai Shanguizhai and vowed to never marry for life in front of her statue. After that, no one mentioned this in front of her."

Jiang Lian vaguely felt something was wrong.

Meng Jinsong looked at him, as if he wanted to laugh, but his expression was too failed, so the smile was very strange and inappropriate: "Five or six years ago, Qianzi, Qianzi was the second one in so many years, to make this vow."

"I was..."

Speaking of this, he paused, took his index finger and thumb, and slowly rubbed the still bright cigarette butts, so the smoke was mixed with some unidentified burning smell: "I wanted to hold her at that time, but I couldn't hold her. You don't know that her temper was just the Buddha's posture of killing the Buddha, and she couldn't stop it at all."

He rubbed the already-scrubbed cigarette butt into his palm: "No one forced her. She was too young and too impulsive at that time."

"But you have to know that people who grow up in the old-fashioned rules attach great importance to Cigna, especially the oath made in front of our ancestors and grandmothers - since they have not stopped them, what she said will grow in her bones and will be with her for the rest of her life."
To be continued...