The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Li Youle looked up and saw the other three looking at him suspiciously and explained:

"Don't look at me like that. Our village is as big as a fingernail and we all know each other."

"Chen Yongkang has a good reputation in the village. He has been driving a truck for 20 years, traveling long distances to haul goods to earn money to support his family, and he also helps people in the village pull things and move things around.

There is a very special thing about him, that is, he works very hard and listens to his wife very much.

Because there were too many news about truck drivers getting into accidents while driving while fatigued, his wife was always talking about not being allowed to drive while fatigued, so he never drove for more than 4 hours straight when taking on a job. He even had a big rooster alarm clock in the car, which sounded loudly. Thief noise.

As soon as the big rooster crows, he will find a place to park his car and rest. Everyone in the village knows this.

When someone asked him to help with an extra long-distance trip at night in a hurry, and if they offered extra money, he would refuse, saying that safety comes first and that only when you have a life can you earn money to support your family. "

"The investigation results came out at that time, saying that he ran back and forth on the Jingjiang Expressway for three days and three nights, transporting watermelons, feed, and building materials. His wife cried and fainted at home."

Li Youle took a long breath and said: "A person who has insisted on not driving a fatigue car for 20 years suddenly went crazy and drove goods back and forth on the same highway for three consecutive days."

"I feel very strange."

The room was quiet for a while, and Tang Jiao looked towards Xiao Jingchuan.

"Continue." Xiao Jingchuan said in a deep voice.

Li Youle placed Shi Wanbin's photo next to Chen Yongkang's photo.

"During that time, the Chen family stayed behind closed doors. It wasn't until two months later that I went home during the vacation and saw this person by chance."

"It was afternoon, and during the busy farming season, everyone in the village went to the fields. He stood at the entrance of the alley beside Chen's house and gave Chen Yongkang's wife Wang Fen a black duffel bag, which looked heavy.

When Wang Fen opened it, I saw it was all money, so I took a photo with my mobile phone. "

She said posing for another photo.

A man and a woman stood in the shadows of the alley, facing each other.

A medium-sized black handbag, open and brightly red, was filled with Grandpa Mao, and the thin-faced middle-aged woman looked at the money with a miserable expression.

Xiao Jingchuan stretched out his hand to hold this crucial photo, his eyes filled with darkness.

"It's a coincidence that I once attended a press conference for a government-enterprise cooperation project in Jiangcheng with my teacher, and I happened to meet Shi Wanbin who was following Xiaorong."

Li Youle raised his eyes and glanced at several people before continuing:

"On the surface, Chen Yongkang is the culprit who caused Chairman Dexiao to be seriously injured and on the verge of death. However, Shi Wanbin, as Xiaorong's confidant, secretly sent a large amount of cash after two months. This is totally unreasonable."

Zhang Qi answered: "So you continue the investigation?"

Li Youle nodded helplessly, "Occupational disease, too much curiosity."

"I took my grandma to Chen's house. My grandma liked to talk about how popular she was. As she talked about it, Chen Yongkang's elderly mother started to cry."

"She said that her son was always very nervous during that time, because his daughter-in-law's condition kept getting worse, and the family had not saved enough for the treatment for three years, until one day he said that someone introduced him to a business."

"Business..." Tang Jiao murmured and repeated.

"Well, I didn't say what kind of business it was. He died in an accident a few days after that. No matter how much the old man knew, she didn't seem to know the existence of the money."

"Not long after that, I heard that they were moving. That night, I quietly stopped Chen Yongkang's wife and talked to her about it. In the end, she only gave me a name, 'Lao Guan'. After saying that, I broke down in tears. It was so painful. He was cursing about the damn business, which was obviously a lie to buy people's lives, and he cried and fainted again, and I never saw the Chen family again."

"Who is the old stick?" Xiao Jingchuan asked in a deep voice.

"When the Chen family left, I found out that Lao Guan was once a gangster leader with no relatives in Meihua Village. He disappeared more than ten years ago, and the clues were completely lost."

Li Youle rubbed his face and said in a self-deprecating voice:

"To tell you the truth, the news said that your family went abroad to seek medical treatment. When I held these photos, I really didn't have the guts to call the police for fear of getting into trouble."

Xiao Jingchuan lowered his eyes slightly and said nothing.

She breathed out and took out another photo and placed it on the table.

The photo showed a skinny, middle-aged man with all his hair falling out. His cheeks and eye sockets were severely sunken, and he looked like he was terminally ill and did not have much time to live.

"Old stick. I didn't see him until 3 months ago in the village. He was in the terminal stage of lung cancer. He returned home and returned to his roots. Now he is gone."

"When he was young, he was a gangster. Later, he offended someone and had his legs broken. He started a network business because he knew a lot of gangsters and homeless people."

Her expression was a little sad:

"Maybe it's because when a person is about to die, he speaks well. After hearing about my intention, he told me a lot, and the development of things even exceeded my imagination."

Li Youle took out her camera, placed it on the coffee table, and clicked on a video.

Tang Jiao and Xiao Jingchuan looked at each other. There was inexplicable nervousness and determination in their eyes. This would be the most critical evidence.

Four pairs of eyes looked at the small camera screen.

After the first few shakes, a dilapidated and moldy house with bare walls appeared in the camera.

In the middle of the picture is an old bed board without a mattress.

A terminally ill man, as thin as a skeleton, was lying on it wearing an old cotton-padded jacket and covered with a threadbare thin flower quilt. It looked like there was only a thin piece of it all over his body. His chest was sunken, and he was breathing slowly and heavily.

He half-closed his cloudy eyes, moved his dry and flaky lips slightly, and spoke with difficulty.

"...Sixteen years ago, someone came to me and asked me to help find two people with simple, clean backgrounds and courage to do some work."

16 years ago.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the three people except Li Youle suddenly changed!

Tang Jiao had goosebumps all over his body and couldn't help but grab Xiao Jingchuan's arm and sit next to him.

Xiao Jingchuan's expression was as heavy as water, and he directly raised his arms and hugged her shoulders tightly.

Tang Jiao could feel that his whole body was very tight.

The truth is close before our eyes...

She turned her head and continued to look at the man on the screen who only had a few breaths left.

The old stick looked at the photo of Shi Wanbin handed over by Li Youle outside the camera and nodded weakly.

"Yes...it's him."