The door of Zhao Yiran's house was ajar.
Maybe she had come back or the police had sent people to search.
The things in the house were not in disorder at all, except for the cabinet door.
It was conceivable that the police People have been sent over there to arrest Jian Shijie, and his wanted poster should be posted all over the streets and alleys of Shanghai within two hours.
A square coffee table in the middle of the room was piled with red gifts.
There was a hand-embroidered quilt with a bright red background and gold and silver threads embroidered with hundreds of lovely little children in jade snow.
There was also a jade Guanyin. , a jade-colored gauze pillow, with dried flower petals sewn inside, and the fragrance of roses can be faintly smelled.
Yesterday, there was a bustling Chinese wedding that everyone envied.
The two of them joined hands to prepare to enter a new stage of life.
But today they were framed.
If they were not careful, their heads would fall.
Tell me, how could things be so ironic?
Hua Ting frowned slightly and carefully considered where Zhao Yiran might go.
However, she suddenly discovered that she actually didn't understand her at all.
"Sister Hua, where can I find someone right now?"
Hua Ting's hands were cold, but she had a thin layer of sweat, which was unpleasantly sticky.
She stood in the center of the room, slowly turning around in a circle, carefully taking in all the furnishings in the room.
Seeing a few small dark brown medicine bottles on the bedside table, she suddenly thought of the middle-aged male doctor who lived next door to her, "Let's go, they may be hiding in the doctor next door."
"The doctor next door" Jian Yi frowned slightly and followed Hua Ting to the other end of the corridor.
"There is a doctor who lives here.
He is very kind-hearted and always treats everyone for free."
Hua Ting stopped in front of the heavy carved wooden door while talking.
"He was the one who treated me for that gunshot wound." of."
Hua Ting raised her hand and knocked lightly in front of the wooden door three times.
There seemed to be a sound of wooden chairs rubbing against the concrete floor in the house.
After waiting for a while, no one came to open the door.
So he raised his hand and knocked three more times, and footsteps sounded in the house.
He was slowly walking towards the door.
The man's footsteps stopped in front of the wooden door.
He seemed to hesitate for a moment before opening the door.
As expected, it was the middle-aged male doctor wearing a dark brown cotton gown and a pair of gold-rimmed round glasses.
Hua Ting didn't have time to speak.
The middle-aged male doctor habitually pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, placed his left hand in front of the door frame, and asked in a slightly wary tone: "Why are you here?"
He confidently opened the door wide enough for one person to go in.
However, his gaze was not on Hua Ting, but on Jian Yi who was standing behind her.
"Find someone."
Jian Yi said this calmly.
The middle-aged male doctor opposite him immediately became alert.
"Let's talk after you come in."
Jian Yi seems to be a regular customer.
He took a step past Hua Ting and led her towards the middle-aged male doctor's room.
"You know each other" The amount of information received this morning was quite large, and Hua Ting was afraid that her brain capacity was not enough.
"Well, Lao Jiang is also one of ours."
Jian Yi calmly summed up the second identity of the middle-aged male doctor next to him in one sentence.
"You mean, he is also a communist" Jian Yi extended his index finger to the tip of her nose, signaling her to close her mouth.
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"The person you are looking for is Ms.
Zhao next door, right?"
Lao Jiang immediately entered the state.
After getting an affirmative answer from Jian Yi, he continued: "I have settled them down and will take you there later.
I'm afraid it's not the right time now."
Knowing that the two of them were safe now, Hua Ting breathed a sigh of relief.
It was just after noon.
Then it started to rain lightly.
Lao Jiang parked the car at the foot of a short hill.
Although it was winter but not spring yet, the trees planted on the hill were still very green.
A large area of lush green hills seemed to be covered with mist and rain.
There is a thin layer of green gauze, which is vaguely visible.
Not far from the foot of the mountain is a large and neat cemetery.
The light gray hills and black tombstones are interspersed among the green trees, which is very conspicuous.
It can be seen that the tombstone is very new, and you can still vaguely smell the craftsmanship of the new work.
Washed clean by the rain.
Lao Jiang took them to a ruined temple not far from the cemetery.
There are several dark golden characters of "Baoshan Temple" vaguely visible on the old plaque.
In Huating's time, the Baoshan Temple, located on a hill from the southwest of Baoshan District to Zhenru, was renovated.
Somehow, the unreliable superstition that "Baoshan Temple prays for children is efficacious" spread among the people. rumor.
It has attracted a large number of Chinese and foreign tourists.
Opening the small door on the side of the temple hall, you will see a thick layer of spider webs, dust accumulation under your feet, and green moss growing on the walls.
Take a look at the Buddha statues in the hall.
They seem to be wearing a torn jacket.
A dirty cassock with a big hole in it.
A few fingers fell off, and there was a big hole in the roof of the temple, making even shelter from the rain a problem.
The inspector and Zhao Yiran were hiding in this dirty broken room.
Zhao Yiran breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the person coming was Hua Ting.
The inspector sat on a low stool in the back room.
His white shirt was covered with a thick layer of dust.
He clenched his fists on the table.
It was clearly visible that several blue veins on his forehead were slightly protruding outwards.
The look of suppressing an attack.
"What on earth is going on, Sister Yiran?"
Zhao Yiran was still wearing the makeup she wore on her wedding night, but she had changed into a light-colored shirt that was similar to the one worn by the inspector.
Her delicately outlined eyebrows were showing a chill that was colder than winter frost.
She said: "Shijie Being framed, I’m afraid it’s going to be a disaster this time.”
"I know that the inspector was framed.
Does Sister Yiran know who she was framed by?"
"I'm afraid it's Ding Sicheng."
"Ding Sicheng" Hua Ting and Jian Yi looked at each other, remembering that they passed by the Gu family ancestral hall last night, and they saw Ding Sicheng coming out of the heavy wooden door of the Gu family ancestral hall.
After hearing the three words Ding Sicheng, the inspector's clenched fist hit the wooden table hard with a muffled sound.
But he didn't say a word.
"Last night Zhang Xiaoquan came to congratulate Shijie, and Ding Sicheng came in and kept us chatting for almost an hour," Zhao Yiran said, her eyes lightly sweeping over the inspector's face, and she pursed her lips , continued, "Shijie was happy and drank a lot of wine with Zhang Xiaoquan, but I only drank about two glasses, and I started to feel sleepy.
When I woke up," After listening to it, Hua understood that the method used by Ding Sicheng was a common plot in TV dramas.
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"When I woke up, Zhang Xiaoquan was shot and fell in a pool of blood, but the inspector had a gun" Zhao Yiran nodded, the amber pupils in his big almond-shaped eyes flowing quietly, and you could see half of the confusion and desolation inside.
"This matter is obviously framed.
You guys think, if Shijie comes forward to clarify, will there be a chance to clear his name?"
Zhao Yiran looked at Jian Yi expectantly, seeming to put all his hopes on him, "Can the government come forward to clarify the matter?"
Are you looking into this?"
Jian Yi looked confused and looked at Lao Jiang beside him.
"I'm afraid it's difficult.
Not to mention that there are all the witnesses and physical evidence.
This matter was planned by Bai Qihong.
His purpose was to put Shijie to death."
Zhao Yiran's face suddenly turned pale.
"Then what should we do?
Can we just wait for death?"
A wet and hot liquid slipped out of the corner of her eyes and fell into her temples.
Hua Ting actually felt the deep-seated cruelty.
Bai Qihong, he can really do anything.
Lao Jiang said, "You guys hide here for two days, and I'll take a look at the situation outside before making a decision.
If it doesn't work out," he frowned and sighed, "I'll send you to Peking, and the sooner the better."
Hua Ting looked at Zhao Yiran's reddish eyes, with a deep premonition rising from the bottom of her heart.
"I'm afraid there's not much chance of turning this around," Jian Yi cruelly told the truth of the matter, "Once Jian Shijie is arrested, there won't even be a chance to argue.
Moreover, with Bai Qihong's usual methods, I’m afraid I’ll be caught halfway” Zhao Yiran raised his head, gritted his teeth, and sniffed, but his voice shook slightly, "With your power in the new government, you cannot vindicate him."
Jian Yi pursed her lips and said nothing, just shook her head.
Zhao Yiran's head hung low.
Hua Ting couldn't see her expression clearly, but she heard the hatred in her voice.
She tried her best to endure it, so much so that her chest began to tremble, "Why are you even afraid of Bai Qihong?"
Jane also said nothing.
Zhao Yiran bit his lower lip and took a few deep breaths.
When he spoke again, he was interrupted by the inspector on the side: "Jian Yi has a special status and really can't come forward to help me."
Zhao Yiran naturally couldn't understand, "Why?"
The inspector didn't answer, just sighed longly.
"Let's wait another two days and see."
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