to comfort the sun

The Chaoyang Foundation allocates an extra sum of money every year to support students in mountainous areas, from elementary school to university. After these students graduate and enter the society, most of them will choose to return to work in these enterprises that funded themselves.

Poor students will always work harder when they get a rare learning opportunity, and the result of hard work is often success; to some extent, it can be regarded as monopolizing a small number of human resources in the market in advance.

Sun Fuzhou opened the file bag, and a two-inch ID photo with a blue background fell out of it. The girl in the photo was looking straight at the camera, and the facial features that hadn't fully grown revealed a childlike look.

"This girl is Wang Xia, a graduate of Chaoyang Primary School last year. Her grades have been very good. Originally, she would study in a boarding middle school in Xicheng after receiving funding, but she was found drowned in a reservoir during the summer vacation. , after investigation it turned out to be an accident."

Sun Fuzhou pointed to the text on the information and slid down line by line: "...so the Chaoyang Foundation took the opportunity to build momentum and launched another charity event."

Really don't miss a chance.

Qiu Yun nodded: "The foundation has grown gradually over the years, especially last year, when its popularity in the province soared, and many large enterprises also participated in charitable activities. During this period, it was not that no one doubted whether the foundation was suspected of operating in the dark... "

"but……"

Sun Fuzhou glanced at ten lines, and read the background information of this girl named Wang Xia in just over ten years: "But we have already investigated, and the use of charitable funds in the foundation has always been presented to the public in an open and transparent manner—are you I want to say this."

The more impenetrable the wall, the more things need to be filled.

Now they have gradually opened up a little gap, as long as they try harder, the wall will collapse sooner or later.

Qiu Yun asked suspiciously: "If the foundation is not to manipulate donations, then does it have any other purpose?"

"As a charitable organization, the foundation has a very positive image. Some companies or individuals will choose to participate in this kind of charitable activities in order to build their own image. Therefore, apart from profits, what they gain through the foundation will be contacts, markets, popularity, Corporate image and so on." Sun Fuzhou said, "But these are petty profits, and the Zhao family has spent so much effort to create such a foundation. In addition to building Zhao's image in front of the public, it will definitely not let it go. Any opportunity to make a profit."

Qiu Yun didn't understand what he heard, and nodded with his mouth half-opened.

Knowing that she definitely didn't understand what he meant, Sun Fuzhou pursed his mouth without bothering to explain: "...so we started to investigate from the recipients, and behind the two girls who died one after another should be the gap that could implicate the foundation's flaws .”

After discussing at home, the two went out and went straight to Wang Xia's house.

According to the data, Wang Xia’s family situation is very poor. Her parents divorced early in life, and she was abandoned and raised by an alcoholic uncle who had no heirs.

When Chaoyang Primary School was first built, she was lucky enough to get a tuition-free opportunity, so she had to walk an hour from Wangjiayu to the next village to go to school every day.

Along with the materials, there are also photos of Wang Xia's family before, the dilapidated courtyard and house, and even the most basic shelter from wind and rain. I don't know if it can be realized.

But when they found Wang Xia's house according to the address, they were taken aback by the concrete building in front of them.

Sun Fuzhou repeatedly confirmed: "Did you find the wrong place?"

Qiu Yun was also dumbfounded, so he had to randomly pick up an aunt on the road: "May I ask which household here is Wang Xia's?"

When the aunt heard Wang Xia's name, she looked at them several times in surprise: "Wang Xia? Isn't it this family?"

She pointed to the concrete building next to her.

"Wang Xia died a long time ago, why are you looking for her?"

Sun Fuzhou found a perfect excuse: "I heard that their family is poor, so let's register and investigate."

The aunt muttered twice: "How poor..."

Sun Fuzhou and Sun Fuzhou walked to the door of Wang Xia's house, hesitated again and again, and knocked on it anyway.

Soon there were footsteps inside.

"Who?"

"The poverty alleviation investigation team came to register, please open the door!"

There was a sound of unlocking, and a bearded man walked out of the door: "What investigation team?"

The man smelled faintly of alcohol, not because he had just finished drinking, but because he had been drinking too much all year round. His clothes and body were involuntarily emitting a smell of alcohol, as if his whole body had been soaked.

Sun Fuzhou asked tentatively, "Are you Wang Da?"

Wang Da let out a muffled snort: "It's me."

Sun Fuzhou said in a business-like manner: "Hello, hello, it's like this. We are here from Xicheng to do a survey. Your family has applied for poverty-stricken households. This year, the government has a poverty-relief plan, which must be implemented for households, so Came here specially to register."

The relationship between Wang Xia and her family is not good. The elder uncle who raised her is almost indifferent to her, so they must not be too direct when they come to the door rashly. If there is something wrong with Wang Xia's death, they will startle the snake .

So Sun Fuzhou quickly thought up the wording that no one could refuse, and sure enough, Wang Da also thought about it, and immediately let go of his guard, and happily opened the door to let the two of them in.

"So that's the case, the two came in and said it."

I don't know if the clothes were not clean, but as soon as Sun Fuzhou walked into him, he smelled a much stronger smell of alcohol than before.

This new house was rebuilt on the basis of the original one, so the area of ​​the yard is very small, so small that empty wine bottles are piled up in the corner, but it makes people feel a kind of dazed.

The weeds on the ground are easy to clean up, especially in spring and summer, if you don't pay attention, they will grow endlessly.

Wang Da said shyly while leading them into the house: "The house is too messy, please don't mind!"

After the two parties sat down, Wang Da poured a glass of sugar water for them.

Sun Fuzhou looked around. The furnishings in the room were all old objects. Although the outer shells were replaced with new ones, the furniture was all junk. The TV was covered with thick dust, and there was a faint chill in the room where there was little sunlight.

Sun Fuzhou pretended to be routine and asked, "Are you the only one in your family?"

"And my mother, the old lady is sleeping in the house."

"Oh, that's it--the information says that when you applied for poverty-stricken households, there was a child in your family..."

For some reason, when Wang Xia was mentioned, Wang Da's expression became ugly.

Wang Da faltered and said: "There is a child, but she went to play by the reservoir last year and accidentally drowned."

Sun Fuzhou looked regretful: "Why are you so careless?"

Wang Da said, "Children are all playful."

That's what it says...

Sun Fuzhou didn't think Wang Xia was the kind of playful child. The reservoir was far away from the village. Although it was summer vacation when the accident happened, it happened that Wang Xia had to go outside for the whole summer vacation because she had to go to school in the city in the second half of the year. Work-study program to do part-time jobs.

Just when he was thinking about how to continue this topic, an old lady came out of the back room.

Leaning on crutches, she walked over tremblingly: "You... who is this? What are you here for?"

Before anyone could answer her, the old lady shouted angrily: "You...you want to collect illegal money again?"

Wang Da panicked and ran over to cover the old lady's mouth: "Don't talk nonsense, you go back to sleep, what are you doing out there?"

"I don't sleep!" The old lady shook off him and walked out the door sullenly.

"My mother is mentally ill, please don't mind." Wang Da said.

"It's okay." Sun Fuzhou said, "The old lady just mentioned this house, and I was about to ask, what's going on?"

Wang Da looked hesitant: "Why, do you still want to investigate this?"

Sun Fuzhou said: "Hey, you also know that there are quotas for poor households, and there are conditions for being poor. I'm afraid it's not easy for you to apply."

Hearing this, Wang Da let down his vigilance: "This house was built with... others paid for it. Xiaxia's accident happened because of the boss's request, and the other party paid tens of thousands of dollars. Houses are cheap."

"What kind of work does Wang Xia do?"

"I don't know about that, she didn't tell her family."

Sun Fuzhou and Qiu Yun looked at each other, and already had an investigation direction in mind.

But after that, there was nothing useful to pry out of Wang Da's mouth.The two pretended to question each other and then planned to leave.

When Wang Da sent the two to the door, the old lady of the Wang family was strolling by the door.

"The old lady is in good health." Sun Fuzhou greeted her.

"Hmph, my son is wishing that my health would be worse. If someone dies, he will have money." The old lady's sunken eye sockets were covered with wrinkled eyelids, her lacrimal glands degenerated, and her eyes often secreted tears involuntarily. So it needs to be wiped down every now and then.

It seems that the old lady is very dissatisfied with Wang Da's use of compensation money to build a house.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wang Da interrupted the old lady, glared at her complainingly, and entered the room.

The old lady stood at the door, wiping her eyes angrily.

Sun Fuzhou noticed the red rope tied on her walking stick as a decoration: "Old man, your rope is so beautifully woven."

The old lady looked at him while wiping her tears, then untied the rope tremblingly: "Do you like it? Give it to you, tie it on your body for safety."

After delivering the rope, the old lady was not in much mood, so she entered the house with her mouth muttering.

Qiu Yun looked at him: "This..."

Sun Fuzhou kneaded the red braided rope in his hand: "Quick, we have to go to the county seat. I suspect that there is something wrong with Wang Xia's death."

It was almost an instant decision to leave now.

Qiu Yun was still confused when he was dragged on the road.

"Didn't Wang Xia drown? What could be wrong?"

Sun Fuzhou lifted his long legs, stepped on the borrowed electric three-wheeled smartly, and honked the horn twice: "We guessed that the murderer didn't actually try to hide Wang Li's death, but thinking that he wanted everyone to find the body, then Is it possible that Wang Li's death was actually to lure Wang Xia?"

The electric tricycles are on the road, and the eyes of the dark place are fixed on the smoking exhaust until they disappear at the end of the road.

"There are some similarities between them, the most obvious is that the corpse is wearing a white dress." Sun Fuzhou said, "Not to mention why Wang Li had to change into a white dress when she went back in the middle of the night-just say Wang Xia, she was going out Do part-time workers wear clothes that are not resistant to dirt and are inconvenient to move around?"

And there is Zhang Jiali who is far away in Xicheng, also wearing a white skirt.

"There must be something wrong with Wang Xia's case, and it's probably not an accident, so this matter must be confirmed as soon as possible."