When he came here before, Xiaowu told Xia Qinian that apart from himself, only Xu Zhihai could use the printer to print orders for him.

Ai Liang took away the memory card, with no expression on his cold face.

Mustache wanted to say a few words, but in the low-pressure atmosphere, he held back.

"Boss Sun, I picked up a good thing. Come and see how much it's worth."

First there was an obscene voice outside the door, and then a hunchbacked old man pushed the door open and entered.

"Isn't this the student kid from two days ago? Why is he here again?"

Seeing Ai Liang, the hunchbacked old man quickly reacted with a look of disgust.

How could the hunchbacked old man be so kind to Ai Liang? Last time, it was because of him that the time of picking up rags was delayed by an hour, and many valuable items were picked up by others.

Ai Liang took a look and wondered if this was a coincidence. He was just about to go find him when he took the initiative to send him to his door.

"I have something to ask you."

"No time! I have to pick up junk. Boss, please help me find out how much this microwave oven is worth."

The hunchbacked old man refused without even looking at Ai Liang.

But the next moment he couldn't care less about the broken microwave oven in his hand.

Ai Liang once read a book, and there was a sentence in it that said: There is only one way in the world to make others do anything, and that is to give them what they want.

What can a hunchbacked old man do if he is busy picking up rags?

It's not just about money.

Facing the banknotes smelling like ink that Ai Liang handed over, the hunchbacked old man's eyes widened.

Darling, this is the most you can spend picking up rags for a month.

The hunchbacked old man's Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed hard: "For me?"

Ai Liang, who had taken the initiative, just waved the money in front of him, causing a fragrant breeze.

"Have you seen these two people in the photo?"

Ai Liang took out his cell phone and clicked on the class photo he had requested from Fang Xiaoxiao in the morning. Wang Zi and Gao Jiajia were circled by him.

"It's a bit familiar, but I just can't remember it."

The hunchbacked old man shook his head, his eyes never leaving the money.

Upon seeing this, Ai Liang stuffed the banknotes back into his pocket.

This time the hunchbacked old man knew he was anxious, and his old brain was working rapidly.

"Wait a minute! I remember, it was that kid who kicked my legs and swollen them two years ago!"

Ai Liang pointed at Gao Jiajia and asked, "Where's this?"

The hunchbacked old man looked away and said, "I don't know him."

Even if you don't read minds, you can tell that he is lying.

Judging from the way he glanced around, you knew that he must have harassed Gao Jiajia, and then there was the scene where Wang Zi hero rescued the beauty.

Ai Liang directly stuffed the money into the hunchbacked old man's torn pocket and asked, "Did Xu Zhihai help you back when your legs were kicked and swollen two years ago?"

"How do you know it?"

The hunchbacked old man looked shocked.

Looking at the hunchbacked old man's disbelieving expression, Ai Liang understood completely that it was really him.

"Last question, has Xu Zhihai been to the recycling bin today?"

The pockets of the hunchbacked old man's clothes were full of holes. He folded the money Ai Liang gave him and stuffed it under the soles of his shoes so that the money would not be lost.

He was busy putting on his shoes while answering Ai Liang's questions.

"Zhihai? He came here this morning. What's the matter? Do you have anything to do with him?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask him if he has collected any books recently."

Ai Liang casually made up an excuse to fool him.

The hunchbacked old man had no doubt that he was there, because Xu Zhihai also said that Ai Liang would treat him to pancakes every day in exchange for two books to read.

Mustache was hesitant to speak beside him. When Ai Liang came to him, he said that he was here to investigate the murder case, but now he suddenly asked about Xu Zhihai.

Mustache didn't dare to talk too much for fear of getting burned, so he could only stand aside in silence until Ai Liang left.

"Children from rich families are different. They run to the recycling bin every day. It would be nice if they came more often."

The hunchbacked old man had no idea what Ai Liang was here for.

All he knew was that he could make money by answering two random questions, and he wished Ai Liang could come back more often.

The mustache glared at the hunchbacked old man.

How many more times will you come here? When did that kid come here without bringing a murder case? You would be willing to let us die, right?

He could only think about this in his heart and never dare to say it out loud.

Ai Liang looked at the school gate with mixed feelings.

He carried his computer bag and walked towards the school gate.

Wearing a peaked cap on his head and carrying something in his hand, his suspicious appearance attracted the attention of the doorman.

As he approached the school gate, the guard immediately stopped him: "Foreigners must register first!"

Because of Gao Jiajia's death, the school's janitor is more responsible than before. In the past, he would only glance at anyone who entered the school.

"I am a student here and I showed up at the conference yesterday."

Ai Liang took off his peaked cap to reveal his true face.

"Oh, it's you. Aren't you the student who helped the police solve the case? Why did you come to school now? What are you holding in your hand?"

When the guard saw Ai Liang's face, his tone immediately relaxed.

"I took a long leave from school yesterday. I came to school today to find someone. Are your glasses at school?"

Ai Liang said as he opened his computer bag and showed it to the guard.

The guard flipped through the computer bag briefly before returning it to Ai Liang.

"You mean the one who picks up broken glasses? He should be drawing talismans in the shabby house right now."

The doorman pointed in the direction of the broken house, and he was obviously very familiar with glasses.

In other words, Xu Zhihai is a rag picker who walks in and out of the school gate every day during class time. It is difficult to think that he is not familiar with it.

Ai Liang carried her computer bag and approached the broken house step by step. This time her steps were much heavier than before.

The wooden door and door frame creaked and made a tooth-aching friction sound, which was very uncomfortable.

Xu Zhihai was lying on the three-legged table writing and drawing as usual.

After hearing the sound, he looked up at the door.

"Hey, why are you here?"

Xu Zhihai still had that silly smile on his face.

Ai Liang didn't answer his question and silently took out the computer from his bag and put it on the broken stool.

"Grandma Liu doesn't know what you like to read, so she gave me a bunch of old books for you to pick from."

"Wang Qiang, was it you who killed him?"

Ai Liang opened the computer with his back to Xu Zhihai, and Xu Zhihai also packed up old books with his back to Ai Liang.

"Who is Wang Qiang? Why am I?"

"Wang Qiang is the person who deleted the monitoring of your sister's car accident three years ago. You can't not remember it, right?"

After Ai Liang turned on the computer, he turned around and looked at Xu Zhihai who was half squatting and said.

Mentioning the car accident three years ago, Xu Zhihai remained motionless as if the pause button had been pressed.

“Can the past king of Crete judge himself?

The temptation of desire makes the beholder collect the magic box of disaster

The spirit of the orchard is clothed with the incarnation of the god of beauty and love

The goddess who loves to stir up discord

Why don't you avoid the narcissistic Narcissus?

The earth goddess who gives birth to all things

The mother of monsters, the source of all sin, should perish forever."

Ai Liang slowly read out the poem in his notebook.

Xu Zhihai stood up and faced Ai Liang. The silly smile had disappeared from his face. At this time, he looked at Ai Liang expressionlessly.
To be continued...