Fan Dashao was listening silently in the room. No one knew what he was thinking about. He stared straight ahead with empty eyes for a long time without moving.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses and he took out a red-covered notebook from a drawer beside him.

Inside the notebook were a few letters and photos, which were the few things the children left for him.

"If you were still alive, you would have started your own families. You could have given me some grandchildren, and I wouldn't be so lonely as an old man..."

While Fan Dashao was thinking about the past in the house, Si Lu also told Master Lu his thoughts truthfully.

"We want to start with the list of the dead to see if there is any indirect connection with the accident. As you know, the steel plant is a large factory with thousands of people. Trying to find the murderer hiding among them is like looking for a needle in a haystack. We have no clues now, so we can only unravel the mystery..."

Master Lu nodded, "If that's the case, I'll tell you what I know."

"Why don't we eat first? Don't let Uncle Fan down. Let's talk after we finish eating."

"Okay, let's talk after we finish eating."

The three of them ate in silence, and soon they finished their meal.

At this time, Guo Xianda had already arrived outside the courtyard gate.

When he saw the sign outside the hospital, he was a little confused, wondering if he had come to the wrong place! He took out the note and carefully checked the address that he had already memorized.

"Yes, it's here. But they've temporarily closed their business, so it's not a good idea for me to go there!"

Just then, Guo Xianda smelled the fragrance of food and his stomach growled even louder.

He was so hungry that his stomach ached. He really had nowhere to go, so he just went for it!

He went up to the door and knocked, "Is anyone there?"

When Fan Dashao heard the knocking on the door, he stood up angrily and asked, "Who is it? Knocking, knocking, knocking, are you trying to kill me?"

This is Lao Fan's temper. He is not afraid of anyone, even if the king of heaven comes. He usually cooks slowly, but at this moment he rushes to the door as if he is on a hot wheel.

Jiang Chuanjun was shocked by Fan Dashao's performance, thinking how could a man in his seventies still be so popular? At the same time, Si Lu was also very curious. He wanted to know who the person outside the courtyard was. He was so bold that he even dared to knock on Old Fan's door.

Fan Dashao opened the door and looked up and down at Guo Xianda outside. It was obvious that he didn't know him.

"Who are you? Why are you hitting me? Can you afford to pay for breaking my door?"

Guo Xianda shuddered. He didn't expect that the person who opened the door would be an old man, and an old man with a bad temper.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I, I..."

"Can you read?"

ah?

Guo Xianda nodded quickly, "I admit it, I admit it."

"Look, what's hanging on this wall? Read it to me."

"We are temporarily closed." Guo Xianda handed the note over. "I'm sorry, it's me. I'm too hungry, so..."

Fan Dashao took the note and looked at the number on it. He immediately turned his head and looked at Si Lu, "1133, tell me what's going on. Is this the person you brought here?"

Si Lu knew what was going on as soon as he heard it. He stood up and walked to the door. When he saw Guo Xianda, he couldn't help but smile. Only one day had passed, but Guo Xianda looked like he had joined the Beggars' Gang. His whole body was in tatters, as if he had just crawled out of a pile of ashes.

"What's wrong with you? How did this happen? Uncle, don't scare him, let him in and have a meal!"

"snort."

Fan Dashao walked into the yard without saying a word. He didn't want to pay any attention to them, but he didn't say anything to stop Guo Xianda from coming in.

It was Si Lu who brought him in. He even filled a basin with water for him and said, "Wash yourself. There's food in the kitchen. I'll get it for you."

Fan Dashao always likes to leave some food when cooking. The lion head and steamed pork with rice flour are gone, but there are still two vegetables that were fried before, and the rice is also left.

Si Lu picked up a lunch box, put all the food in it, and handed Guo Xianda a spoon. "Eat, we still have something to discuss."

"Why."

Guo Xianda took the lunch box and spoon, bowed to Si Lu, sat on the steps, and started eating with big mouthfuls.

He had been hungry all day, so he ate voraciously, wishing he could swallow the lunch box as well.

The food prepared by the chef was very delicious. Guo Xianda felt that he had never eaten such delicious food in the past 25 years.

It smells so good.

In less than five minutes, the whole box of food went into his stomach, and he was barely not hungry anymore.

People of this generation don't have much fat in their stomachs, and it is not easy to eat white rice and stir-fried dishes with oil and meat.

Guo Xianda was quite considerate. There was no one in the yard, but there was a table full of dishes that had not been cleared away. He looked around and didn't see the grumpy old man from before, so he went to the kitchen, found a large basin, and started to clean up the table.

Fan Dashao watched from inside the room and didn't say anything. It seemed like this kid still had some sense of right and wrong.

Guo Xianda was very skillful. He knew to clean up after himself first, washing his hands and then washing the dishes. After washing the dishes, he knew to control the water, stack the plates and bowls together, and cleaned up neatly.

He was probably very embarrassed, and tried hard to let Si Lu and the grumpy old man know that he was not a freeloader. He picked up the broom in the corner and started sweeping, and picked up the axe and started chopping wood.

Fan Dashao watched coldly from inside the room. Seeing that he did his job efficiently and didn't damage his things, he was quite satisfied.

He pushed the door open and walked out, startling Guo Xianda.

“Can you cut potatoes into shreds?”

"meeting."

"Really?"

"Ah, I cooked for myself for several years in the countryside."

"Then cut some and let me see."

Guo Xianda was cutting potato shreds with a clacking sound. In the side room, Master Lu was also talking to Si Lu and Jiang Chuanjun about the information of the deceased co-workers.

"This Liu Wenjia is quite tall, wears glasses, and looks like a scholar." Master Lu smiled for the first time when he said this, "He looks quite like my former instructor..."

At this point, Master Lu fell silent. I don’t know whether he was thinking of his instructor or Liu Wenjia.

"He had only been in the industry for six years and was a fourth-level worker, which was already quite impressive. For a skilled worker, who would have thought he would die like this? Liu Wenjia's hometown was Shandong Province. I heard he went to the Northeast and got tired of walking. So he arrived in Beijing and stayed there, and then he became a Beijinger."

Master Lu wiped his eyes with his hand and said, "This kid, do you think he has a good life or a bad life?"

Si Lu said: "Master Lu, don't worry, we will definitely find the murderer and make them pay with blood."

"Master Lu, why is Lao Jia here too? Was he on duty that day?"

"The old Jia who cleans the place?"

"yes."

Master Lu was a little confused. "Oh, I really don't know about this. Is he involved in the accident?"

"Yes." Jiang Chuanjun said with certainty: "There are a total of 20 people in the class, and he is the only one outside the class."