"I like to crawl into bed, cover my head with the quilt and fantasize." Zhen Miao laughed jokingly.
"Let's go now."
Destined to be late.
But tonight, I must see Jiang Qiaoyun.
We drove the Wrangler to Sanlitun. I was driving and Zhen Miao was humming a song in the passenger seat.
I've already called Jiang Qiaoyun.
She didn't blame me for forgetting the time and would wait for me.
Rushed to Sanlitun, Kaitai Restaurant.
When I got out of the car, I saw the woman waiting outside the building.
He is about 1.65 meters tall and weighs less than 100 kilograms.
Very ugly, but ugly in a very feminine way.
He doesn't look fierce at all, but rather gentle.
The suit she was wearing was not custom-made, but from a big brand that anyone with money could buy.
The few people following her didn't look like bodyguards or thugs, but more like people in charge of the hotel.
"Are you Sister Yun?" I asked with a smile.
"I'm Jiang Qiaoyun, Dong Yongqiang's son. I look 80% like him."
Jiang Qiaoyun said this and looked at the people around her to inquire.
A man with a big head and thick neck sighed, "My Sichuan cooking skills are not as good as Lao Dong's. In the blink of an eye, Lao Dong has been gone for more than a year."
"Daqiang is a good cook."
Jiang Qiaoyun had a hint of regret on her face as she commented on my father.
Walked into Kaitai Restaurant.
I saw a lot of people eating in the lobby on the first floor.
Most of the people just order food and drink, and the consumption per table is not low.
Arrived at a room on the second floor.
There are only me and Jiang Qiaoyun.
Jiang Qiaoyun lit a cigarette and said, "I've seen the woman who was with you just now. Two years ago, near Liangma Bridge in Chaoyang, she got into a fight with Brother Guang's men. She single-handedly knocked down more than a dozen people with a stick, and some of them might have been beaten to death..."
I roughly know who the Brother Guang that Jiang Qiaoyun was talking about.
I don't want to go off topic, but I'm also shocked by Zhen Miao's fighting ability.
At that time, Zhen Miao must have had a feud with Brother Guang, and he was left alone and surrounded, and then he broke out of the encirclement alone.
But.
After Jiang Qiaoyun mentioned her past experiences in the martial arts world.
I suddenly felt that asking anything was futile.
It's like asking your neighbor, "Did you steal my money?" without any evidence.
"Sister Yun, I..."
"You are Daqiang's son, I give you enough face. I promised to meet you, and I will naturally answer your questions."
"How did my father die?"
"He died in the hospital from a brainstem hemorrhage. I visited her in the hospital and attended his funeral. But you were so busy that you didn't notice me.
Of course, I wasn't there when you had dinner at the restaurant with the friends and family who were attending the funeral.
I have a small appetite, but I also want to save a mouthful for you. I am a kind person like this."
Hear this.
My train of thought was completely disrupted.
"Sister Yun, you are such a kind and good person."
"You're definitely not praising me when you say that. Your father used to be a cook here, and I've cooked with him in the kitchen a few times. Every dish was delicious, and we both loved it."
When Jiang Qiaoyun said this, I understood.
Back then, she and my dad had such a relationship.
"Did you give my dad the medicine?"
"Dong Hang, if you say that, I'll call Tang Xin over. Maybe Tang Xin isn't at the Yonglang Bar, but she'll always come if I call her."
"I asked if you had any."
All the questions have been asked.
Whether I have a brain or not, I will stick to it.
If I can't figure it out this time, I'm afraid there won't be a next time.
I saw Jiang Qiaoyun was about to call Tang Xin.
I snatched her phone away and pushed her down on the sofa.
"Dong Hang, don't get excited!"
Jiang Qiaoyun shouted quickly but not loudly, as if she didn't want to alarm the outsiders.
I grabbed her neck and suffocated her.
"I'm asking you, is there one?"
"No..., he's strong and doesn't need pills..."
"What about the others?"
“I don’t know who he’s in contact with.”
Jiang Qiaoyun was so passive, but the light in her eyes was still gentle. She seemed to have no ill will towards me and was even very tolerant.
I let her go.
Jiang Qiaoyun did not rush to sit up and run away, but continued to lie on the sofa.
I was too lazy to look at her and lit a cigarette for myself.
"Dong Hang, I understand your feelings, but let me ask you, how many people in this world die before they reach sixty?"
I don't want to answer this kind of question.
"Dong Hang, you won't believe me if I tell you this, but a friend of mine's child passed away not long ago. He was less than 30 years old, also from a cerebral hemorrhage."
"I've heard of this kind of thing before. But this is my dad. He didn't have high blood pressure, and his sleep and sleep habits weren't chaotic. He was an alcoholic, but he could handle it. I don't believe he died of natural causes."
"If you insist on thinking this way, I advise you to call the police and let the criminal police team investigate. But I guess in your case, it would be difficult for the police to file a case, and they wouldn't be able to perform an autopsy on the ashes.
If you consider it from the perspective of life and the underworld, you should think this way: who wants Dong Yongqiang dead the most? That person is definitely not me."
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