059

In the evening, the willow trees hang low by the river, and the backs on the benches become silhouettes in the setting sun. The smoke in the man's hand curls up, like a lonely sand painting.

Yan Zhao looked at the scene from a distance, took out his mobile phone, smeared the camera with lipstick, and walked up gracefully.

"Excuse me, can you take a picture for me?"

Yan Zhao handed the phone to the man and looked at him with clear eyes.

The man silently took the phone and put out his cigarette.

He turned on the camera function and frowned at the dark red screen.

"Your camera seems to be broken."

Yan Zhao quickly took the phone and looked around, then asked apologetically:

"What happened? I'm so sorry. Can you take a picture for me with your mobile phone?"

The man frowned, a little confused and hesitant.

Yan Zhao's long, silky hair danced in the wind, and his voice was soft and melancholy: "Today is my birthday, and this tree is where my dad took a photo with me ten years ago."

The man then looked her over, thought for a moment, silently took out his cell phone and took a photo of her.

It can be seen that he is experienced in taking pictures of girls, and he deliberately chose a very low angle of view to make Yan Zhao appear taller in the picture.

Her tight jeans wrapped her straight and slender legs, and the high-waisted buttons tightened her waist. The white gauze shirt draped very well, softly outlining the curves of her chest. The willows were blowing in the wind.

Her plain face.

Liu Jian teased the surface of the river, and she smiled lightly in his direction.

"Okay," the man asked, "should I send it to you via WeChat?"

Yan Zhao apologized: "Can I send it via airdrop? I don't add strangers to WeChat."

"Oh, okay."

After Yan Zhao politely thanked him, he left along the river bank, leaving only a trace of his back.

The man looked at the direction she was leaving, lowered his head and looked at his phone. He wanted to delete the photo, but his finger stopped in mid-air but did not come down.

I met her again in the basketball gym. The man was playing with his teammates and was drinking water during halftime. He heard whistles from around him. The whistles quickly turned into boos. The man screwed on the bottle cap and felt that there was a ball above his head.

Flying by, he raised his head, and the basketball drew a beautiful parabola in the sky and accurately fell into the basket!

The stadium that was originally filled with cheers suddenly fell silent. Everyone was looking at a tall girl wearing a basketball uniform. She raised her chin, looked at the basket coldly and arrogantly, and stared at the ball she had just thrown. The ball bounced.

On the ground, one step lower than the other, as if he was worshiping her.

Three points!

The man's eyes showed surprise, and he slowly stood up from his seat, his jaw almost dropping.

She also recognized him, and a sweet smile suddenly bloomed on her proud face. She passed the admiring eyes and walked towards him skillfully dribbling the ball.

"Is it you?" She frowned slightly, seeming helpless at her fate.

"Ah, what a coincidence..."

The man looked her up and down. Her slender body was covered in a loose jersey, her calves were slender, her thighs were firm, her long black hair was tied into a high ponytail, and a hairband on her forehead raised her eyebrows tightly.

He looked more heroic, completely different from the gentle temperament he saw last time by the riverside.

The girl stretched out her hand towards him: "Hello, my name is Yan Zhao, nice to meet you."

The teammates who were watching were all crazy with envy, and whistles kept coming and going.

The man felt a little shy. He scratched his neck and wiped his hands on the jersey, then stretched out his hand and held it with her delicate hand.

"Hello, my name is Jiang Han."

In the locker room of the basketball hall, several young men covered in stinky sweat didn't even bother to take a shower. They gathered around Jiang Han, squeezing their heads to look at his mobile phone.

"You can do it! I'm going to send someone to WeChat!"

"Quick, quick, quick! Open her circle of friends and take a look! If she has any best friends, please introduce one to me!"

Someone with strong hands grabbed Jiang Han's cell phone. Jiang Han nervously tried to take it back, but the man held his shoulders and sat down!

"Why are you so anxious? I won't compete with you! Let me help you find out where this girl is from."

The man pushed up his glasses, and the lenses glowed like Conan.

"You can analyze all aspects of a girl from her circle of friends. Today I will open your eyes. Look at this photo. This girl's birthday gift is a yacht given by her uncle. Damn it! This family has so much money.

He should be quite well-off. Look, he often goes to high-end restaurants. There are no tableware on the opposite side, which means he is single. Look at this picture again. He likes to play with flowers and plants. He has money and leisure, which means his work is easy. He likes to draw, which means he has a quiet personality. He likes children.

It shows that you yearn for marriage and live in an IKEA home.”

"Oh my god! It's top quality! You're so lucky, Hanzi! Let's have a fight? I want to steal it!"

Jiang Han snatched the phone away! He almost fell down after being punched by several fists, but he was still smiling.

060

In a coffee shop near the Municipal Bureau's Criminal Investigation Detachment, Yan Zhao pushed his cell phone to Li Luo.

"This man's name is Jiang Han. He is 28 years old. He is a photographer for a well-known domestic magazine. He is the only son of Jiang Kunlong. He has a girlfriend who has been together since high school. She is the girl you heard crying in the video.

, her name is Xi Ting, and they broke up a month ago."

Li Luo looked at Jiang Han's photo in shock, looking at the face that looked so similar to Jiang Kunlong's, he almost forgot to breathe.

Li Luo: "How did you find him?"

Yan Zhao: "In the 322nd issue of TV station's "Police Story", it was mentioned in your brother's case that the murderer Jiang Moulong had a very outstanding son who studied at a well-known Australian university and had won multiple photography awards at the school.

Award. A sister of our law firm came back from studying in Australia. I asked her to help me find out about a boy named Jiang who majored in photography between 2014 and 2018 in the Australian study circle. Someone soon mentioned him because of his appearance.

He is outstanding, has won numerous awards, and even a fan girl posted his Instagram.”

In today's society, all it takes is an online name to expose someone in minutes.

Yan Zhao continued: "I found his Instagram, Weibo, and used Baidu snapshots to find some Weibo posts that he had deleted. Those deleted were all loving interactions with his ex-girlfriend. The ex-girlfriend's name was Xi Ting.

, whose Weibo account is called Maoben Yu, she wrote a short composition on her Weibo to express the pain of lovelorn."

Yan Zhao found Xi Ting's Weibo, clicked on the long picture, and handed it to Li Luo. Li Luo read it carefully, his expression became extremely complicated, and he drank a lot of coffee.

Xi Ting wrote on Weibo: He and I have been together since high school. Later, my dad found out. He thought his dad was a bastard and did not agree with our relationship. I committed suicide with my parents and went on a hunger strike.

Their acquiescence. Later, when his house was demolished and with the demolition money, he said he could go to Australia to study with me. I cried with joy. Those days in Australia were the happiest time in my life. We had

We stayed in our own apartment, we studied food, he slept with me in his arms, and watched movies together. I thought we would be together forever. I obeyed his words and gave unconditionally. Even during that time, he borrowed money from me, and I didn’t have anything.

Q. During the most impoverished and frightened days in his life, I was with him through it. Later, his father died and he paid off his gambling debts. After returning to China, his career was booming. Now he suddenly said that we

We no longer have a common language, saying that my dad's business failed and he owed foreign debts, which might drag him down. He looks down on our family and wants to find a rich and beautiful man to marry. Yes, that's right, my family is not as good as it used to be, but he just

I don’t want to think about it, what kind of virtue did he have when he owed a lot of debt and begged me to borrow money in tears? How can a person become beyond recognition?

Li Luo pointed to his mobile phone and said: "Question 1: Jiang Kunlong's family did have demolition money. It was enough for his son to study abroad. Jiang Han was an overseas student with excellent academic performance. Why did he keep borrowing money from his girlfriend abroad? Question

2: Jiang Kunlong was sentenced for intentional homicide, which cost our family a large sum of money. Jiang Han had not graduated yet, so why did his father go to jail and become rich instead? Where did he get the money to pay off his gambling debts? "

Yan Zhao shrugged: "Then we have to ask him."

All the blood in Li Luo's body began to flow backwards, and a huge chill rose from the soles of his feet.

"Did you find him?"

Yan Zhao's lips raised a hint of coldness: "Not only did I find him, but I may also become his next girlfriend."

Li Luo's eyes were dumbfounded, as if he were looking at a monster.

After a long while, Li Luo asked suspiciously: "Then... what is the purpose of helping me like this?"

Yan Zhao: "The purpose is of course to get you to help me too."

Li Luo was silent for a moment and said, "I'm not sure if I have the ability to help you regarding Mei Xiang's whereabouts."

As soon as Yan Zhao heard Mei Xiang's name, his composure was instantly shattered, and he narrowed his eyes and stared at Li Luo.

Li Luo sighed: "You can go to the police station to report a missing person!"

"In what year did I not report the case?" Yan Zhao's tone suddenly became excited: "There are so many missing people every day in the country. I went to report the case as a friend, but even if it was accepted, I was asked to wait!" She paused and restrained herself.

After gathering his thoughts, he returned to his cold and rational look: "There was another time when I said something was involved in a related case and it was not convenient to disclose it. Since Mei Xiang is involved in a related case, the police must have information about her whereabouts, whether she is dead or alive, is she?

Whether it's good or bad, I want to know. I think it's not difficult for you."

He said with embarrassment: "Sister, it's not as simple as you think. My level is not high enough, and..."

Before she finished speaking, Yan Zhao stood up and left. Li Luo quickly stood up, rushed in front of her, and opened his arms to block her.

Yan Zhao was half a head taller than her, looking at her condescendingly and raising his eyebrows.

Li Luo closed his eyes as if he was going to die, and in the end he could only nod helplessly and said:
Chapter completed!