"Hey, hey, go, go, go, why don't you go now?"

Xia Qinian quickly started the car to prevent Ai Liang from escaping.

No matter how he stirred up the topic along the way, Ai Liang never said another word.

After about twenty minutes, the destination arrived.

Gao Fuye does not live in a luxury villa like other real estate owners, but in an ordinary community.

Although the price is not cheap, it is something that a family with a stable income can afford.

After explaining his intention to the guard and registering with his ID card, Xia Qinian's car was released.

He learned Gao Fuye's address from an acquaintance in the bureau and knew a few relevant information, so he came prepared.

After pressing the doorbell, a middle-aged man with a haggard and dazed look opened the security door without even asking who was outside.

"Hello, Mr. Gao, I am."

Ai Liang was in the blind spot of Gao Fuye's perspective and raised his hand to squeeze Xia Qinian's waist: "Hello, Uncle Gao, I am Ai Liang and we met this morning."

It was okay not to say it. As soon as Gao Fuye said the word "morning", his eyes turned red again, but the tears could not flow out, and only a strong headache came.

"Come in." Gao Fuye covered his head and gave the two of them room to enter.

This guy is really ruthless.

Xia Qinian rubbed his waist and walked into the room and thought to himself.

The living room was filled with the smell of second-hand smoke. There were cigarette ashes and cigarette butts everywhere next to the sofa, and there was no ashtray in sight.

Except for the sofa area, the rest of the place is very neat and clean. These cigarette butts must have been made by Gao Fuye in one morning.

After Gao Fuye closed the door, he originally planned to go back to the sofa, but after looking at Ai Liang sitting on the sofa covered with cigarette ash, he went to the water dispenser and tremblingly took two glasses of water.

Ai Liang took the disposable paper cup with both hands: "Thank you."

"No, it's me who should say I'm sorry. What happened this morning is my fault. Don't take it personally." Gao Fuye sat next to Ai Liang, took out a cigarette and put it to his mouth. He was about to light it but then put it down.

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"I know, I don't blame you."

Ai Liang took the cigarette and lighter from Gao Fuye's hand and gently put them on the coffee table. This small gesture immediately made the weather-beaten middle-aged man burst into tears. This was what Gao Jiajia had done before when she persuaded him not to smoke.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

He grabbed his gray hair with both hands and cried heartbreakingly, but no more tears could be shed from the corners of his eyes. The atmosphere of grief, accompanied by the smell of smoke, permeated every corner of the living room.

Xia Qinian was sitting on the edge and was at a loss. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

After crying for a while, Gao Fuye regained consciousness. At some point, Ai Liang held his old hand. Although his face was expressionless, Gao Fuye could read a trace of concern.

"Thank you. Thank you." Gao Fuye was still sobbing a little as he spoke: "What do you want from me?"

Ai Liang winked at Xia Qinian.

Xia Qinian, who was still a little overwhelmed, quickly sorted out what he wanted to say when Gao Fuye looked at him.

"Mr. Gao, I am a bounty hunter. I came here mainly because I have some speculations about the murderer of your daughter." Xia Qinian shamelessly polished what Ai Liang said to him at noon today and repeated it again.

After hearing this, Gao Fuye's originally dull eyes showed a look, not of hope for recovery, but of blood-red anger. After Xia Qinian finished speaking, he quietly waited for Gao Fuye to speak.

Gao Fuye didn't make any sound, but just motioned for the two of them to get up and follow him, and he opened a door.

A room full of girlish style appeared in front of the two of them. It was obvious that this was the room where Gao Jiajia lived before her death. Her travel photos were also placed on the table.

"The police have already come here in the morning and mainly took away Jiajia's mobile phone and computer, but not much other things were touched."

Gao Fuye walked to the table, wiped his hands on his clothes, and then gently touched his daughter's photo.

Xia Qinian looked regretful after hearing that his mobile phone and computer had been taken away. This was his main purpose.

Now that the things have been taken away by the police, I can only try my luck and search in the room to see if there is a notebook or diary with passwords for social software recorded.

After a fruitless search, Xia Qinian asked to leave, mainly because he couldn't stand the grief-stricken atmosphere.

Before the two left, Gao Fuye took out 10,000 yuan in cash from the room and handed it to Xia Qinian, saying it was a special trip to pay for the hard work, and he accepted it directly without refusing.

However, the moment Gao Fuye went out, he stopped Ai Liang: "Can you wait a moment? I have something to say to you."
Chapter completed!