Linglong: "Welcome back again, tomorrow will be another beautiful day."
Fenwu: "I'm still a little uncomfortable with you saying you're well. You were so easy to fool before."
Dongya: "Since you can come back, you are still our boss, have a good rest."
That night, she didn't sleep very well. In the middle of the night, she woke up and wrote an email to Uncle Zhuo. The long letter made her realize Zhuo Qiang's good intentions. He always hoped that she would be a simple girl, but she had violated his wishes.
She woke up late in the morning and carefully read the contents on the whiteboard before leaving the room. She saw Linglong making breakfast in the kitchen, Fenwu sweating profusely, and Dongya reading the news.
Fenwu passed by her and asked, "Ouyang, what time did we get back yesterday?"
"Around ten o'clock, what's going on?"
Linglong smiled and said, "Ignore him, he just likes to tease people."
"It seems the illness is really healed," Fenwu wiped his head and returned to his room, "Oh, it's not fun anymore."
Zhuo Qiang had intended to go look for Ouyang earlier in the morning, but when he reached the street where the basement was, he asked the driver to turn back. He figured that while he could change a person's health, he couldn't change their aspirations.
Ouyang Zishan saw some photos on the table, sat down, and picked up one. It showed a car that had been involved in an accident. Burnt debris, mixed with some unidentified matter, lay on the ground. The next photo showed a rescued little boy, seemingly only in his teens, with injuries to his forehead, arms, and legs. The other two victims, the boy's parents, appeared to have died instantly.
"After what happened a few days ago, this child is the only one left in the family. I heard that he was sent to an orphanage!" Linglong put breakfast on the table.
Ouyang Zishan packed up the photos, followed Linglong, washed his hands, and helped her pour milk.
Dongya also came up to the table, sat in his seat, and said, "I'll go see him later."
"It's strange," Linglong said, untying her apron and sitting down. "This little boy can even access Dongya's website. Isn't it said that your system requires strict review before anyone can enter?"
"Is it that HDA system?" Ouyang Zishan asked.
"It's not called HDA yet," Fenwu said after he came out of the shower. "Now his Miss Detective ID is no longer enough to change the system name."
Linglong kicked Fenwu rudely: "What do you know? Don't say anything."
"Okay, I won't say anything!"
Ouyang Zishan looked at them and asked, "What's wrong?"
"The builders of the system didn't adopt a dictatorial approach from the beginning," Dongya explained. "If we want to change the name of the system now, we must gain the support of the majority."
Ouyang Zishan probably understood what he meant. Dong Ya was a computer genius. If he wanted to completely control the system, he had to win the support of the majority of people. Giving the system a formal definition was the first step he wanted.
"We don't have many supporters, isn't it because we do these little things all day long!" Fenwu knocked on the table, causing the photo on the table to vibrate.
Linglong looked at Ouyang Zishan, then at Fenwu: "There is a big case, can you solve it if I give it to you?"
"Isn't the boss back? We can't give her such a small case." Fenwu began to feel guilty, "I just don't have that kind of reasoning ability."
The first breakfast after returning almost started with an argument. Ouyang Zishan and Dongya went to the orphanage together and saw the boy in the photo.
The boy, with a bandage still on his forehead, looked remarkably strong. He described the entire situation bit by bit, from leaving home to the car accident, and his father's final words to him: "Don't seek revenge!"
Dongya wrote down the details, and the dean next to him asked the boy to go back to class. The boy looked at them and said, "You must help me find the person who killed my parents!"
Later, based on the clues, they went to the boy's home and the place where the boy's parents worked.
"Why don't you go to the auto repair shop?" Ouyang Zishan, who was walking behind Dong Ya, asked, "The tires on the car have obviously just been replaced."
Dongya drove to the repair shop, but it was closed. There was a car with a flat tire parked outside the shop. It looked like it had been there for a day or two.
Ouyang Zishan looked at the bottom of the car and saw some tools there. If he guessed correctly, the person who repaired the car must have left in a hurry.
"Check the owner and employees of this store." Ouyang Zishan looked around, especially the discarded tires nearby.
Dong Ya returned to the car and checked his computer for a while. Then Ouyang Zishan got in the car and looked at him: "Who is the left-handed one?"
“That’s the owner of this store.”
"Then he is most likely to have tampered with the car." Ouyang Zishan said.
A person is most likely to reveal his true identity when he is in a panic. The tools were placed on the left side under the car that had not been repaired yet. So he might have been repairing the car when he heard the news of the car accident and then left in a panic.
Dongya found the address and quickly arrived at the downstairs of a residence. He went up to the third floor and knocked on the door. A man in his forties appeared in front of them.
"Who are you looking for?" The other party was looking at them.
"We are here to buy insurance!" said Ouyang Zishan.
"Insurance?" The other party hesitated, "Come in."
Dong Ya followed behind and looked at the furnishings in the room. It seemed that he lived here alone. Ouyang Zishan walked around the living room for a few times and asked, "We have a good insurance program suitable for people like you who work in the automotive industry."
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