At lunch time, Han Feilu went to the cafeteria to eat. As soon as he finished his meal and found a place to sit down, his cell phone rang.

It was from Qian Guang. He answered the phone and put it on the table: "What's wrong?"

Yingguang: "Brother, what are you doing?"

Han Feilu winked at Gu Hai, who was sitting across from him, and motioned for him to get a glass of water for him, saying, "Eat."

Yingguang: "I'm at Sister Feng's Maocai restaurant in front of your unit. Come over here and I'll treat you to Maocai."

Han Feilu opened his chopsticks and stirred the broccoli on the plate: "I don't eat maocai. I've been keeping in good health recently and become a vegetarian. I'll give it up."

Qingguang: "Hey, hey, hey, don't worry. I have business with you, and Sister Qingqing is here too."

When he heard that she and Qingqing were together, Han Feilu paid attention: "What's the matter?"

Yingguang: "Sister Feng is waiting for you at Maocai Restaurant." After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Han Feilu pushed the dinner plate in front of Gu Hai: "Help me pack it and take it to the office."

Gu Hai held a piece of ribs and asked him, "Where are you going?"

Han Feilu didn't answer, picked up his cell phone and quickly left the cafeteria.

Fengjie Maocai Restaurant is located on the street behind the Public Security Bureau. Han Feilu borrowed the passage from a clothing store, saving most of the journey and arrived at the Maocai Restaurant in only six or seven minutes. It was lunch time now.

The store was packed with seats, and there were two air conditioners standing on the left and right sides of the store entrance, blowing cold air. He shuddered when he walked in.

Yingguang and Qingqing were sitting at the dining table by the wall. As soon as Han Feilu entered the door, Yingguang waved to him: "Here."

Han Feilu walked over and sat next to the lead light, first to see Qingqing's condition; Qingqing was wearing a black T-shirt and denim shorts, her figure had obviously slimmed down a lot, and she didn't put any makeup on her face, but she looked much more energetic than the day Liu Guanchao was buried.

.They did come here to eat. There was a large basin of bright red maocai and three bowls of rice on the dining table.

Qingguang placed a bowl of rice in front of Han Feilu and said, "We went shopping just now and bought a lot of things. Qingqing wanted to eat at this Maocai restaurant, which happens to be close to your work, so I called you here."

Qingqing smiled slightly and said, "I won't delay your work, right?"

Han Feilu: "No delay, I haven't eaten either."

The three of them started to eat. Han Feilu didn't dare to bring up Liu Guanchao's case. He only waited for Qingqing to ask, but Qingqing didn't seem to want to talk about it. She only talked to Yinguang about a certain nail salon that was doing a recharge activity and made an appointment with Yinguang.

Let's go get a manicure together tomorrow.

Han Feilu couldn't get into the girls' conversation and just silently added tea and water to them. Halfway through the meal, Qingqing suddenly put down her chopsticks and said, "By the way, I have something I want to show you."

She took out her wallet, took out a piece of note paper folded several times from the mezzanine, and handed the note paper to Han Feilu. Han Feilu caught it and asked while opening it: "What is this?"

Qingqing: "Yesterday I was packing Guan Chao's clothes and found this piece of paper in his pants pocket. I couldn't understand what was written on it. After thinking about it, it would be safer to show it to you."

There was only a series of numbers written on the note paper. Han Feilu counted and found that there were 14 numbers in total, but these numbers were placed closely together, just like a group of numbers. If they were really two groups, then

These 14 numbers are 7 groups of numbers.

Yingguang asked: "Brother, what do these numbers mean?"

Han Feilu thought about it for a while and said, "It's a bit like a lottery." Then he asked Qingqing, "Does Liu Guanchao have the habit of buying lottery tickets?"

Qingqing recalled: "We have known each other for seven or eight years. I have never seen him buy lottery tickets, and he has never talked about lottery tickets with me. He probably doesn't know how to buy them."

Han Feilu turned the note to Qingqing and said: "This may be the lottery number, and there is a line of date below, like the lottery date."

The downward date is July 12th. Han Feilu took out his mobile phone to check the lottery information of the city's lottery betting stations on July 12th, and found a report about the lottery draw on July 12th: Sports Lottery Super Lotto No. 21081

During the lottery draw, a total of 35 first prizes were awarded across the country. This city received 1 first prize for additional betting and 1 first prize for basic betting.

Immediately after the report, the first prize winning numbers were revealed. Han Feilu compared the numbers on the sticky note one by one. The more he compared, the more shocked he became. There were 7 sets of winning numbers, and they were exactly the same as the 7 sets of numbers on the note.

In other words, this set of numbers won the prize, and the first prize plus additional bonuses totaled 9.69 million yuan. If this set of numbers was indeed bought by Liu Guanchao, if he was still alive at this time, he would become a multimillionaire.

Qian Guang saw Han Feilu staring at the phone without any movement, with a scary serious expression on his face. She pushed Han Feilu's arm: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Han Feilu suppressed his emotions, raised his head and smiled at her: "It's okay, pass me a piece of paper."

Qingguang gave him a paper towel, and he wiped his hands and looked at Qingqing. Qingqing was peeling shrimp shells. The string of winning numbers didn't interest her very much. She finished peeling the shrimp shells and put them into Qingguang's bowl.

, smiled at Han Feilu and asked: "Isn't it the lottery number?"

Han Feilu smiled and said: "I'm not sure yet. I'll go back to the unit and check it carefully."

Qingqing: "Stop checking it, it will only take up your time. I guess it was a number copied by Guan Chao from somewhere, so don't pay attention to it."

After eating, Han Feilu walked out of the restaurant with them carrying the large and small bags they bought, stopped a taxi on the side of the road, put them all in the car, and then waved to them with a smile. The taxi left from

The next second the car passed by in front of him, the smile on his face disappeared. He immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed Gu Hai's number: "I'm in front of Fengjie Maocai Shop, drive over quickly."

Before investigating the matter clearly, he chose to temporarily hide it from Qingqing. Qingqing has not yet escaped from Liu Guanchao's death, and cannot withstand any ups and downs of emotional torture at this time. Let Qingqing be an outsider who doesn't understand the truth until the truth comes out.

, is to protect her.

Gu Hai drove up and as soon as Han Feilu got in the car, he threw the note paper with the winning numbers on Gu Hai and cursed with a sullen face: "Damn it, the murderer of Liu Guanchao may not be Wu Qiping."

Gu Hai only glanced at it before stuffing the note into his coat pocket and driving on the road: "I only saw a series of numbers, what does it mean?"

Han Feilu: "It's the winning number of the Lotto. The prize is more than 9 million. The grand prize winner may be Liu Guanchao."

As an ordinary working-class person, Gu Hai, for him, more than 9 million is undoubtedly an astronomical figure. He was stunned: "Liu Guanchao won more than 9 million?"

Han Feilu: "If he really bought the lottery ticket, then he won a total of 9.69 million. The lottery draw was on July 12th, and he died on July 15th. I just checked the prize information and the prize has been claimed.

The time to claim it is July 29, which is yesterday. If you won more than 9 million, would you wait half a month to claim the prize?"

Gu Hai said without hesitation: "I can't wait even a minute."

Han Feilu: "Liu Guanchao died inexplicably on the third day after winning the lottery. The bonus was not collected until half a month later. Liu Guanchao bought the lottery ticket but wrote down the numbers on the paper. Who has the real lottery ticket? What if he died?

If it is really related to this bonus, then Wu Qiping is the scapegoat of the murderer, and the person who took the bonus is the real murderer."

Gu Hai's mind was also spinning rapidly: "Then the murderer must have been present on the night Liu Guanchao died. The murderer took advantage of the chaotic situation to attack Liu Guanchao, causing the illusion that Liu Guanchao died unexpectedly, or he had a premeditated plan to blame Wu Qiping."

Next, without Han Feilu's instructions, Gu Hai drove directly to the lottery betting station. There was a bright red banner on the lottery station's sign to celebrate the store's first prize. There were not many people in the store, and only the proprietress sat behind the counter.

One person and two elderly people were buying scratch cards.

The old man bought a few scratch cards and left. The landlady greeted them: "Young man, what do you want to buy?"

At a glance, Han Feilu saw a stack of light yellow sticky notes on the counter, which were exactly the same as the one Liu Guanchao wrote the winning numbers on. He put Liu Guanchao's sticky note on the counter and said, "I'll buy this set of numbers."

The landlady picked it up, looked at it, and said with a smile: "This is the number 12 that won the first prize."

Han Feilu: "Yes, do you still remember?"

Boss Wife: "Of course I remember the winning number."

Han Feilu: "Then do you still remember the person who wrote this number?"

Lady boss: "He was a young and handsome guy. I remember him clearly."

Han Feilu found Liu Guanchao's photo on his mobile phone and showed it to the boss's wife: "Is it him?"

The proprietress specially put on her reading glasses and looked at it carefully for a while before nodding: "Yes, yes, it's him. But he didn't come to receive the award. His friend came."

The landlady told the key information, and Han Feilu continued to inquire calmly: "You mean, he won the prize, but someone else received the prize?"

Lady boss: "No, he and his friend won the prize. They bought the winning lottery ticket together."

Han Feilu: "Oh? Tell me more."

Only then did the landlady become suspicious: "Why do you ask so clearly?"

Han Feilu took out his police officer ID card from his breast pocket: "We are the police and we are investigating a murder case. The young man you saw just now died, and the person who bought lottery tickets with him is a major suspect. Now we need you to cooperate with us

Investigate the case and reveal the identity of the person who came to receive the award yesterday."

The boss's wife was shocked: "He, he, he, he, is dead? Oh my God, is it his friend who wants to monopolize the bonus?"

Han Feilu: "What you said makes sense. Now tell us who will receive the award."

Boss lady: “But we can’t reveal the winner’s information——”

Before she finished speaking, Han Feilu threw his police officer ID card on the counter: "We are the police. You can tell the police, but you must tell the police."

The landlady put on her reading glasses again, searched on the computer for a while, and said, "It's this person."

She turned the computer screen to Han Feilu. Han Feilu saw an ID card photo at a glance. When he saw the person's name and photo, he was not surprised at all; Song Zhuo, it was really Song Zhuo, it turned out to be Song Zhuo,

Liu Guanchao's childhood friend Song Zhuo. He recalled the situation when he questioned Song Zhuo at the police station, and recalled Song Zhuo's sad face, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Song Zhuo deceived everyone, including the police, and led the public to say that he was a human being.

He was gentle and reserved. During the fight at the barbecue restaurant, he did not attack anyone and only tried his best to break up the fight. But that night, he and Liu Guanchao were blocked in a dark alley. He was waiting for the opportunity, like a cunning and agile fox.

Sneaking to Liu Guanchao's side, he stretched out his claws at Liu Guanchao and gave him a fatal blow...

After coming out of the lottery shop, Han Feilu stood under the scorching sun to dispel the coldness in his heart, and said to Gu Hai: "Contact Song Zhuo."

Gu Hai got Song Zhuo's number through Master Chen from Sanliqiao Police Station. When he dialed the number, no one answered, and the phone was turned off when he called again. He called Mu Xuecheng again and asked Mu Xuecheng to investigate Song Zhuo's address.

Mu Xuecheng quickly called back: "Brother Hai, Song Zhuo lives in Unit 501, Building B4, Shaoyaoyuan."

When Gu Hai got the address and was about to hang up, Mu Xuecheng hurriedly said: "One more thing, he bought a plane ticket to Sweden yesterday. The time is 3:45 noon today."

Gu Hai immediately looked at Han Feilu: "What should I do?"

He was on speakerphone, and Han Feilu also heard Mu Xuecheng's words. Han Feilu was decisive and calm: "It's not 3 o'clock now, there's still time. You and Tianlei go to the airport. If necessary, contact the airport to detain the person."

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To be continued...