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"Comrade leader, this case is a case of fire negligence, is there no problem?" The policeman at the police station carefully accompanied him with a smile, bowed his waist and said to the discipline who turned over the case file on his seat.

Discipline flipped through a few pages, clicked on the case file, and said, "The contents of the transcripts of these two people are similar. You are very perfunctory in your work."

The police slapped him haha: "Isn't that right? The situation of this case is very clear. The firefighting of the big shoe factory is not in place, and the faulty wiring caught fire. Everyone knows the same situation."

Discipline raised his eyes and glanced at him, but said nothing.But the coldness in his eyes made the police station's backs stiffen.

Lowering his head, discipline continued to read the file.

The shoe factory that caught fire six years ago was called Damai Shoe Factory.At that time, Damai Shoe Factory was considered a large-scale shoe factory and owned a factory building independently.However, a fire burned down the shoe factory.Fortunately, there were no other houses around the Damai shoe factory, and the fire did not spread.

It's just that Gao Bin's father, Gao Luo, was burned inside.

Accompanied by the police from the police station, Discipline and Song Buzhi came to the big shoe factory that was destroyed by fire six years ago.

Six years later, the big selling shoe factory turned into a really beautiful shoe factory.

After years of e-commerce development, Xiali Village has become quite large.At a glance, the name of the shoe factory in white letters on a brown background is neatly hung above the first floor of the house.

Six years ago, the big selling shoe factory was an independent building. Today, other shoe factories have been built on both sides of the Zhenmei shoe factory.

After the police at the police station showed their IDs, the owner of the shoe factory, a fat middle-aged man, hurried out and led them in.

"Officer, our current fire protection measures are very standardized. The stairs on the first floor are all blocked, and the shoemakers downstairs are completely separated from those who live upstairs. Didn't you just come here a few days ago to check that there is no problem? Why? Today... sit, sit, sit, Huanhuan, pour tea for the three police officers!" The boss brought the disciplined three to his office.

——This Song Buzhi knows that six years ago, a big shoe factory caught fire and killed one person. Two years ago, another shoe factory caught fire and involved a nearby building, killing six people. Since then, the firefighters have been very tight.If you do not completely separate the downstairs shoe-making area from the upstairs living area, you are not allowed to start work.From the first floor to the second floor, they usually build another staircase outside.

The policeman at the police station said: "Mr. Li, don't be nervous. I'm not here today to check on your firefighters—oh, I almost forgot. Let me introduce you. This is the leader of our city bureau, Officer Ji!"

Discipline didn't introduce Song Buzhi when he was at the police station before, and the police didn't know how to introduce him at this time, so they skipped it.

Mr. Li was surprised just right, and hurriedly said: "Officer Ji, hello, hello!"

After finishing speaking, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opened it and took out two: "Officer Ji, do you smoke?"

Discipline waved his hands expressionlessly.

Mr. Li just wanted to put the cigarette back when he saw a hand stretched out quickly from the side.Song Buzhi's smiling face suddenly appeared in front of him: "Oh, this is a good cigarette. Our discipline team doesn't smoke it. I smoke it. Give it to me."

Song Buzhi took the cigarette from Mr. Li's hand with a gesture that could not be refused, first sniffed it in front of his nose intoxicated, and then clipped one on each side to his ears.

Mr. Li couldn't figure out what Song Bozhi was coming from, so he thought about it in his heart. Although he was displeased, he didn't show it. Instead, he said with a smile, "Smoking is not allowed in my office. You can do whatever you want."

Song Buzhi nodded with a smile.

The statute of limitations for the sequelae passed on the way to Xiali Village.He's back to normal now.

Originally, he wanted to find a chance to leave after recovering, but after thinking about it, since the police came to this village, there must be some reason why they had to come.

And just now, at the police station, he saw that the discipline was about to bring a case file of a fire many years ago, and when he saw the only person who died in that fire——Gao Luo, he immediately understood.

Gao Luo.

The surname is Gao.

It's about Gao Bin.

Song Buzhi knew that Gao Bin came from a certain village below Huacheng City, and also knew that Gao Bin's parents divorced and lived with his father for a few years before his father passed away, but he didn't expect...that's how he died.

"My parents? I'm an orphan. I grew up in Beishan Welfare Institute. I don't know who my biological parents are."

Last Christmas, the three of them drank some wine and talked until midnight in the living room.I don't know who mentioned it first, but in short, the topic of parents came up.

Song Buzhi remembered that after he finished saying this, Gao Bin and Chang Fei were stunned. Gao Bin reacted quickly, and then said: "There is no burden for one person, it's easy... From now on, we will be your family."

After Chang Fei realized it, he said yes again and again, saying that we will be a family in the future.

I didn't feel that way at the time, but now I recall it again...

There is no burden for one person, it is easy.

Gao Bin, did this come out of feelings?

Later, after Chang Fei also mentioned his parents, Gao Bin said enviously, "Your parents are so kind."

Gao Bin is usually gentle and polite, and basically maintains an appropriate mood towards everything, and rarely shows an expression like "envy". After he and Chang Fei listened, they inevitably had to ask a few questions.

That night, probably because of alcohol, Gao Bin, who rarely talked about his parents, rarely said a few more words.

"My parents are divorced."

"My mother left with another man."

"My dad died a few years ago."

Gao Bin's tone at the time was neither sad nor happy, as if he was talking about two irrelevant people.

"Could it be that in Gao Bin's heart, whether his parents are dead or alive doesn't matter to him?" Song Buzhi was secretly puzzled, and couldn't help but guess the bad side.

——No, no, it does matter...

——One person has no burden and is relaxed.

In the warm office, Song Buji, who originally felt very hot and wanted to take off his clothes, shivered.

Next to him, Discipline swept Song Buzhi's skillful movement of catching the cigarette and clipping his ears, but did not speak.The policeman at the police station frowned, thinking that it was too rude to say who this person was.But seeing that the discipline didn't respond, he stopped showing up.

Mr. Li invited people to sit down on the sofa where the guests met, touched the gold watch on his wrist, and asked with a smile, "Is there anything that Mr. Li can do to help?"

Discipline finally spoke: "What is the relationship between you and the owner of the big seller shoe factory six years ago?"

Mr. Li was taken aback, and said, "It's my brother."

After finishing the words, he sighed: "Isn't this the fire that year... Police officer, you also know that one person was killed in the fire back then, right? Well, as the legal representative and executive director of the shoe factory, my brother must have Sentenced..."

He sighed again, and continued: "It's unlucky, it's too unlucky. After the shoe factory is rebuilt, I asked the master to do the math and change it to the current name—hey, police officer, guess what? It’s a master, the name is good! The business of my shoe factory has been getting better and better in the past few years!”

Discipline was not interested in the development of his shoe factory, so he interrupted what he wanted to continue: "Gao Luo, who died in the fire, was an employee of the big shoe factory?"

Only then did Mr. Li realize that this police officer came for the fire that year!

"Gao Luo was making shoes in a big selling shoe factory. He has been making shoes for many years. He has good skills and is willing to endure hardships. In the past few years, I have been regretting that such a good person has just disappeared..." Mr. Li cadenced sighed.

Discipline asks: "Is he nice?"

Mr. Li nodded, touched the gold watch on his wrist again, and said, "Gao Luo usually doesn't talk much, but everyone trusts him very much. His home is near the shoe factory, and it's always early in the morning every day. I came to work, and after I came here, I worked hard for a whole day, and I only took a break for lunch at noon, and I seldom went to the bathroom. If he is still there, I don’t know how much more I will earn..."

Mr. Li sighed again while talking.

Song Buzhi was very disgusted with Mr. Li's statement that others were money-making robots, his eyes turned cold, and he shot straight at him.

Mr. Li may be blind, he didn't receive Song Buzhi's eye knife, and sighed directly at Discipline.

Discipline interrupted him again: "How did the fire happen?"

"Hey?" Mr. Li looked at the discipline, then at the police at the police station, and said, "Didn't the investigation be clear at that time? Didn't the police station have records?"

Discipline: "You say it."

Mr. Li touched the gold watch again, frowned slightly, as if recalling: "At that time, I remember that the electrical circuit fault ignited the surrounding shoe boxes, right? The fire broke out suddenly after eight o'clock in the evening. At that time, the shoe factory was off work , the workers have all gone home..."

Discipline: "Then why is Gao Luo still in the factory?"

Mr. Li shook his head blankly: "I don't know about this. When the police asked a group of people, everyone said they didn't know——right, comrade police?"

Mr. Li turned to the police at the police station for affirmation.

"That's right." The policeman nodded, "At that time, the employees of the shoe factory thought that Gao Luo had left, but no one thought that he was still here."

"But it's really strange," Mr. Li said, "Although Gao Luo is serious about his work, he almost never works overtime and leaves work on time at five o'clock every day."

Discipline: "Why?"

Mr. Li shook his head and said, "I don't understand. He is really not talkative, and he doesn't talk about some things even if asked."

Song Buzhi interjected: "Did he behave abnormally at work that day?"

Mr. Li still shook his head: "It's been too long, I can't remember."

After finishing speaking, he touched his gold watch again.

He touched it too many times, Song Buzhi looked at his watch, and squinted his eyes when he saw it.

The watch is an unknown brand, probably a miscellaneous brand, it doesn't look very good, it's just golden on the surface.

——This watch looks familiar.

Just as he was thinking about it, Discipline asked again: "How is the relationship between Gao Luo and his son?"

"Gao Bin?" Mr. Li frowned suspiciously, "It's pretty good."

This time, without waiting for Discipline to speak, Song Buzhi hurriedly asked, "What's the best way?"

Discipline glanced at him, then looked back at Mr. Li, waiting for his answer.

"Gao Bin is a good boy. He often helped his father with things when he was still in the village. He would help other people in the village with anything. He was very popular. He often came back to visit his father after going out to study. The new house was built with Gao Bin's money."

"Huh?" Song Buzhi thought about the timeline, and asked strangely, "He was still a student then, where did he get the money to build the house?"

Mr. Li chuckled: "Officer, you don't know this. The land in our countryside is not as expensive as your city's. Gao Bin has good grades and won a lot of scholarships, and his family went to borrow money again." , when the money is enough, it will be built. But ah, alas, this old Gao, he hasn’t lived in it for a year, so he’s gone.”

"How many scholarships do you have to get to build a house... No, are there so many scholarships to take?" Song Buzhi thought to himself, "My grades were not bad back then. A scholarship for a house, right? Even taking out a loan...isn't it easy?"

After Captain Ji asked a few more questions, the three of them left the Zhenmei shoe factory and headed for Gao Luona's new house that they hadn't lived in for a year.

The new house is not far from Zhenmei shoe factory, only 10 minutes walk.

While walking, the discipline asked the police at the police station: "Does Gao Luo have any relatives in the local area?"

The policeman shook his head: "No, Gao Luo is a foreigner. He brought his son to Xiali Village after he divorced his wife."

A divorced man lives alone with his son, and has no skills other than making shoes. Although he is a nice person, he doesn't talk much on weekdays, and he has never married another wife.

Song Buzhi sorted out the information he got about Gao Luo, thinking while sorting out, and soon walked near the house.

Looking over, Song Buzhi squinted his eyes - the house was lit with lights.