Police Detective

Zheng Yanwu took out two ropes from the broken bag on his back, slowly tied up the bedding, and then used the ropes to tie all the pots and pots together. 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 sideways. There was real concern in Bai Song's eyes. After a few seconds, he still replied: "There is still some space under the Jiuhe Bridge."

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

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

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

"That's not home." 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."

Buying a tent? Bai Song looked at Zheng Yanwu. It wasn't that he looked down on him, but it was hard to associate him with the word "buy".

Zheng Yanwu, who has been wandering all year round, is very sensitive. Bai Song's hesitation and confusion made Zheng Yanwu's heart, which had just warmed a little, quickly become cold again.

"Let's do this." Bai Song didn't think much about it: "When I get off work tomorrow, I'll take you to see the tent. If you don't have enough money, I'll help you pay for it." Bai Song really wanted to help this person, and he really did now. There is no shortage of hundreds of dollars for a tent.

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."

After Zheng Yanwu finished speaking, he was afraid that Bai Song wouldn't believe it, so he took out an envelope from the innermost clothes. There were some odd and neat items 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 don't have a home anymore."

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

"House..." Zheng Yanwu dug into his pocket and only took out a lighter, but no cigarettes were found. In these years, he had never asked anyone for a cigarette, but now he looked up at Bai Song.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I don't know how to smoke." Bai Song understood what Zheng Yanwu meant, but he really couldn't smoke, so he could only say: "Wait for me for a while, and I'll get one for you."

Then Bai Song quickly walked towards Wang Suo.

When he first came to the station, Bai Song liked to run when there was an emergency. Later, Sun Tang told him that the police should try not to run unless there is an emergency. They would only run when arresting people, rescuing people, etc. Once they start running, it is easy to let the police run away. The surrounding crowd mistakenly thought something was going on, causing a slight panic. Bai Song had always believed his master's words, and now he was walking very quickly.

"I still have half a box here, give it all to him." Wang Suo took out one cigarette from a box, put it gently in his chest pocket, and handed the rest to Bai Song: "He has A lighter?”

"Yes, yes, thank you Wang Suo." Bai Song quickly walked to Zheng Yanwu with half a box of cigarettes.

"Just one cigarette." Zheng Yanwu took out a cigarette from the box that Bai Song handed over. He raised the remaining cigarette and handed it to Bai Song: "I'll buy it later."

Bai Song did not refuse, took half the box of cigarettes and put it in his pocket.

"Bang", the sound of ignition sounded from Zheng Yanwu's covered hand, and the thin smoke was like a miniature version of the white smoke at the scene of the explosion.

"Tell me, what happened to the house?" Bai Song asked.

"I have a house," Zheng Yanwu took a deep breath of cigarette: "But I don't have a home anymore."

Bai Song was silent for a while, then asked: "Is it an accident?"

"Accident." Zheng Yanwu put his hand on his thigh while holding a cigarette, turned and looked towards the south: "I caused it."

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

Everyone who has been a person for decades must have something that you have never been exposed to and don't understand at all. Even if you look down on this person, there must be something about him that you are inferior to.

When two people travel, 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 coat, then reached into the clothes inside to wipe it, and shook hands with Bai Song: "Thank you."

"You're welcome. I can't help you with anything. I can only tell you what you have experienced. Although I can't experience it personally, I want to say that time is one-way. People can only look forward. Since you are still alive, you can You have to live the way the dead want to see." Bai Song felt the man's rough hand, squeezed it hard, and let go.

"Well, thank you, I'm still alive, I know." Zheng Yanwu said, "I may go back if I walk a few more places."

"Okay, if you need anything I can help with, just tell me." Bai Song took out a pen and a shorthand notebook from his breast pocket, and wrote down his phone number: "If you buy a mobile phone in the future, you can give it to me if you need anything. Call up."

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

"White pine."

"Well, okay, Bai Song." Zheng Yanwu looked around and looked at the tall buildings in Daguang: "Do you want to ask me about the death of someone in Daguang yesterday?"

"If you know something, I'm all ears." Bai Song became interested.

"Well, yesterday, two people came into this bungalow and changed their clothes in the innermost rows of houses." Zheng Yanwu said: "I saw so many, I don't know the rest. They finished changing their clothes Not long after I left, the police came."

"Well!" Bai Song stood up all of a sudden, staring at the innermost part of the bungalow, "Old Zheng, if you buy a tent and live under the Jiuhe Bridge, I will visit you later. I have something to check first!"

After saying that, Bai Song immediately ran to the king's house.

"Wang Suo Wang Suo", Bai Song's voice was slightly urgent: "Can you ask the construction team to pause for a while? I have very important clues to tell."

"No problem." Wang Suo didn't ask Bai Song anything, so he notified the contractor to come over and pause the project.

The foreman quickly ran over and arranged for the work to stop. The contractor has decided not to work all day today, and we will talk about it tomorrow.

I have to go back and check the perpetual calendar... Isn't it appropriate to break ground today?