Police Detective

　　 Zheng Yanwu took out two ropes from the torn bag on his back, slowly **** the bedding, and then put all the pots and pots together with the rope, and it seemed that he was planning to move on his back.

　　 "Where are you going?" Bai Song asked.

　　 Zheng Yanwu didn't want to answer. He looked up at Bai Song diagonally. There was real concern in Bai Song's eyes. After a few seconds, he still replied, "Under the Jiuhe Bridge, there is still some place."

"Our office has already contacted the rescue station for you, and we can send you there in the near future. How can you go under the bridge in such a cold day?" Bai Song knew about the Jiuhe Bridge. The place where people can be treated under the bridge is very small. There is still ventilation on both sides. How can people live this season?

　　 "Thank you..." Zheng Yanwu said the word "Thank you" with difficulty. He is not used to it, "I won't go to that place."

　　 "Why? There is food and drink, and heating." Bai Song's tone was a little anxious.

　　 "It's not home there." Zheng Yanwu was silent for a while, looking at Bai Song's persistent look, and then said: "Don't worry about me, if it's cold, I will buy a tent."

　　Buy a tent? Bai Song looked at Zheng Yanwu's appearance. It was really not that he looked down upon him, but that it was difficult to associate him with the word "buy".

　　 Zheng Yanwu, who has been wandering all the year round, is very sensitive, Bai Song's hesitation and incomprehension, Zheng Yanwu's heart that has just warmed up a little bit quickly becomes cold again.

"Well," Bai Song didn't think too much: "When I get off work tomorrow, I will take you to see the tent. If you don't have enough money, I will help you out." Bai Song wanted to help this person, and he really does. There is no shortage of hundreds of dollars in tents.

　　 Zheng Yanwu really raised his head and looked at Bai Song for the first time, staring at Bai Song for ten seconds, "Thank you, but I have money."

Zheng Yanwu finished speaking, afraid that Bai Song would not believe him, and took out an envelope from the innermost clothes. There were zeros and wholes inside, at least two to three thousand yuan, and three or four bank cards, and they didn’t look like ordinary cards. .

　　 "You have so much money, why don't you go home?" Bai Song was a little surprised.

　　 "I told you, I have no home."

"Then you can buy a house. If the house in Tianhua City is very expensive, you can also buy one from your hometown." Bai Song remembers that Zheng Yanwu's hometown is a city in the south, not a very developed area. "It's really not good. You can also find a small place to rent a house and make some money. It is better than freezing like this."

　　 "House..." Zheng Yanwu took out his pocket, only took out a lighter, but did not find a cigarette. Over the years, he had never asked anyone for a cigarette, but now he raised his head and glanced at Bai Song.

　　 "Ah, sorry, I don't know how to smoke." Bai Song understood Zheng Yanwu's meaning, but he really didn't know how to smoke. He could only say: "Wait for me for a while, I'll go get one for you."

　　 Then Bai Song quickly walked towards the king's place.

When he first came to the center, Bai Song liked to run in emergencies. Later, Sun Tang told him that the police should try not to run if there is no emergency. They only run in situations such as arresting and saving people. Once they run, it is easy to let them run. The surrounding people mistakenly thought that something was happening, causing a slight panic. Bai Song has always believed in the master's words, but at this time he walked quickly, but it was also very fast.

"I have half a box here. Give it to him." Wang Suo drew one out of a box of cloud cigarettes, gently placed it in his chest pocket, and handed the rest to Bai Song: "He has Lighter?"

　　 "Some and some, thank you Wang Suo", Bai Song took a half pack of cigarettes and walked quickly to Zheng Yanwu's side.

　　 "One is good." Zheng Yanwu drew a cigarette from the box Bai Song handed over. He raised the rest and handed it to Bai Song: "I'll buy it later."

　　 Bai Song did not refuse, took half a pack of cigarettes and put them in his pocket.

　　 "Plap", the sound of sparking came to mind from Zheng Yanwu's clutching hand, the thin smoke was like a reduced version of the plume of white smoke at the scene of the explosion.

　　 "Go on, what happened to the house?" Bai Song asked.

　　 "I have a house," Zheng Yanwu took a deep breath: "But, there is no home."

　　 Bai Song was silent for a while, and still asked, "Is it an accident or?"

　　 "Accident", Zheng Yanwu put his hand on the edge of his thigh while holding the cigarette, and turned to look south: "I caused it."

　　 Bai Song heard his father say, don’t underestimate anyone in the world.

　　 Everyone who has eaten for decades must have a place that you have never touched or understood at all. Even if you look down on this person, he must have something that you are inferior to.

　　 Two people go, there must be my teacher.

　　 Bai Song didn't know what to say, so he squatted on the ground and stretched out his hand.

　　 Zheng Yanwu took the cigarette with his left hand, wiped his right hand on his jacket, then reached into the clothes inside and wiped it, and shook his hand with Bai Song: "Thank you."

"No thanks, I can't help you much. I can only talk about the things you experienced. Although I can't feel it myself, I want to say that time is one-way, and people can only look forward. Since you are still alive, you can He has to live as the dead person wants to see~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Bai Song felt the man's rough hand, and shook it firmly and let it go.

　　 "Well, thank you, I'm still alive, I know." Zheng Yanwu said: "I will go a few more places, maybe I will go back."

"Well, if I can help if you need it, just tell me." Bai Song took out his regular pen and a shorthand notebook from his chest pocket and wrote his phone number: "If you buy a mobile phone in the future, you can give me something if you have something to do. Call."

　　 Zheng Yanwu took back the note from Bai Song and put it in the pocket of his coat: "I haven't asked your name yet."

　　 "White Pine."

　　 "Well, okay, Bai Song." Zheng Yanwu looked around and looked at the tall buildings in Daguangli: "Are you trying to ask me about the dead people in Daguangli yesterday?"

　　 "If you know something, then I will listen to it." Bai Song became interested.

"Well, yesterday in this bungalow, two people came in, in the innermost rows of houses, and changed their clothes." Zheng Yanwu said: "I saw so many, but the others are not clear. They changed their clothes. Not long after you left, your police came."

　　 "Hmm!" Bai Song stood up suddenly, staring at the innermost part of the bungalow, "Lao Zheng, if you bought a tent and live under the Jiuhe Bridge, I will visit you when I look back. I will check if something happens!"

　　 After finishing speaking, Bai Song immediately rushed to the king's place.

　　 "Wang Suo Wang Suo", Bai Song's voice was slightly anxious: "Can you let the construction team pause for a while, I have a very important clue to say."

　　 "No problem." Wang Suo didn't ask Bai Song what was wrong, so he first notified the contractor to come over and suspend the project.

　　 The contractor quickly ran over and arranged a stoppage of work. The contractor has already decided that the work will not start all day today, and I will talk about it tomorrow.

　　 I have to go back and look up the perpetual calendar... Isn’t it right to break ground today?