The old woman shook her head and sighed helplessly: "That bad man, even if his daughter dies, doesn't want to come back to see her. From the first seventh to the funeral, I was all alone. If it weren't for the help of neighbors, Cuicui would probably still be lying in the morgue of the hospital."

As she said that, she covered her face with her hands and started crying "whimper".

Zhang Wanhe comforted her and changed the subject.

Hu Pingtao has been observing around.

From the furnishings, we can see that this is a poor family. Although it has refrigerators, TVs and other household appliances, they are all worthless old models. Especially for refrigerators, the splicing traces on the sides and fronts are very obvious. It is probably because they were picked up from the garbage dump and reprocessed.

There is no air conditioning, only a small fan.

The house is already very old, the wallpaper is obviously damaged, and a faint sewer odor comes from the bathroom. Rather than the living room, it is a bedroom connected with it. Next to it is a large bed, and there are many dismantled cartons piled up in the corner of the house, neatly tidied.

Seeing that Hu Pingtao was interested in the unpacked cartons, the old woman sideways and picks up a carton of the same style from the table, sways at him, explaining: "I have chronic diseases and have to take medicine every day."

Hu Pingtao took the cardboard box, took it in his hand and looked at it, and found that it was indeed a drug box for treating chronic diseases.

"My illness is difficult to cure, probably won't be cured." The old woman looked sad and sighed: "When I applied for a public housing house, I was afraid that my income would be higher than the prescribed number and could not meet the requirements, so I had to quit my job and reduce my income. Later, I was placed in the public housing house, but I lost my job, which made me not even pay for buying medicine now... Alas..."

Hu Pingtao did not know much about the residents in the port city, and the conversation was mainly dominated by Zhang Wanhe. The question was mainly about Zhang Yacui and the daily life of this family.

Her father was almost unattended and stayed outside all day long.

Her mother is a good woman, but she is plagued by illness.

The police investigations in the first two times have been done very carefully, and there are relevant information Lu Xiaoxu.

In fact, there is nothing to hide. In Hong Kong City, the procedures for applying for public housing are very strict. Even if the application is successful, community personnel will visit them at a fixed time.

Hu Pingtao listened quietly as Zhang Wanhe talked to the old woman.

He found a problem——According to the old woman, she had to spend nearly 4,000 yuan a month to buy medicine.

According to the relevant restrictions on applying for public housing: a family of three can not exceed HK$30,000 per month (different regulations for different times, the intermediate value will be taken)

Public housing is actually a non-commercial housing rented by the Hong Kong City government to low-income people. It can only be lived in and cannot be used as a transaction. Tenants must pay rent of about 1,000 to 3,000 yuan per month.

The public housing in which Zhang Yacui's family lives is not large in size and the location is not good. The monthly rent is 1,000 yuan.

Zhang Yacui's father ignored the family and would occasionally give some money. According to the old woman, it was less than 5,000 yuan a year, and he only cared about being free and happy outside.

The old woman usually does cleaning in nearby office buildings. Because her salary is too small, she also works as a community garbage collection. This kind of job is not fixed and she is paid in hours. After a month, the total income of two jobs is about 9,000 yuan.

With the consumption level of Hong Kong City, this amount of money is too little.

The old woman kept sobbing.

She set up a separate incense hall in the inner room.

In fact, it is just a table that offers black and white photos and spiritual seats to my daughter. A few incense sticks are served every day to express my condolences.

After chatting for a while, Hu Pingtao found no valuable clues.

I felt that this trip was a little in vain... With the mentality of being the deceased, he and Zhang Wanhe left some money for the old woman before leaving, intending to put a stick of incense on Zhang Yacui.

When he approached the inner room, he picked up three incense sticks and was about to light them on the candlelight, Hu Pingtao suddenly saw several documents in front of Zhang Yacui's wooden spirit sign.

It was a document that was a very special format, and he had never seen before.

The paper is not big, which is equivalent to an adult slap. A square piece with a black edge frame, separated by a thick black line in the middle. There is a word "yes" on the left and a word "no" on the right.

Hu Pingtao first simmered the incense, then picked up the documents in a very natural way, and asked in confusion: "What is this?"

Zhang Wanhe came over and saw that he didn't know him either.

The old woman explained: "This was found in Cuicui's cabinet. I don't know what it is for. She was stuck in the book, and I thought it might be something she liked, so she took it here for her."

Hu Pingtao carefully looked at the documents in his hand.

When your fingers touch the paper, it feels very comfortable and smooth.

There are numbers on the document, which should represent the date according to the arrangement rules.

The reason why it is judged is that there is a red round seal between the words "existence" and "no" on the paper.

Some are "existence", some are "non-existence".

After thinking for a while, Hu Pingtao asked the old woman: "Which book did you find this thing?"

The old woman brought it up soon.

It was a pocket-sized version of the Pushkin collection. The pages in the book were a little slack and the corners were partially curled, which was a common sign of frequent reading.

Hu Pingtao took the document and asked, "Can I take this away?"

For the sake of leaving the money behind before, the old woman nodded: "If you want it, take it!"

...

After leaving Zhang Yacui's home, the two returned to the car. Hu Pingtao kept looking at the documents in his hand and frowned and thought.

He turned to Zhang Wanhe who was about to start the car engine: "Brother Zhang, are you sure you have never seen such a order before?"

Zhang Wanhe shook his head: "No. If you want to know, I will tell you."

He then came over and asked, "What's the special thing about this list that deserves your attention?"

Hu Pingtao spread the documents he held in his hand on his legs and said seriously: "There are eighteen in total. Brother Zhang, look here, these numbers obviously represent dates. From last year to now, the earliest one was April last year. As for the most recent time..."

Speaking of this, Hu Pingtao picked up three documents and handed them to Zhang Wanhe, and his expression became particularly serious: "This date is the same as the time of the car accident."

Zhang Wanhe quickly took it over, looked closely, and made a surprised voice: "I didn't pay attention if you didn't say it, it's true."

Hu Pingtao pointed to the document and continued: "Look here, from last year to now, the red stamps stamped on the order are different in size."

This is a very special kind of Anthracite. There is only one word "quasi" in the circular frame. Below the Chinese characters, there is also a very small Arabic numeral.

Hu Pingtao took the document and analyzed it carefully: "Brother Zhang, look at these orders. There are eight in total, all of which are number "1". There are also these ones, ranging from number "2" to number "10". But here, on the day of the car accident, the three numbers that match the time all turned into 50."

“The numbers are getting bigger and bigger, what does that mean?”

Zhang Wanhe raised his hand and gently touched his chin, thinking: "What do you mean is these documents related to Zhang Yacui's death?"

Hu Pingtao shook his head: "I think it should be related to the car accident."

Zhang Wanhe asked: "Why?"

"Zhang Yacui is a very smart person and has a strong utilitarianism." Hu Pingtao explained: "Whether Li Bowen or Yao Xinqiu have similar evaluations of her in this regard. Zhang Yacui's family is in a bad situation. Her mother has chronic diseases and has to take medicine every day. This also explains from the indirectly why Zhang Yacui is so obsessed with money. Because her family may also be afraid of being poor, she is eager to get more money."

Zhang Wanhe still didn't understand: "What does this have to do with the order?"

Hu Pingtao has not found an accurate answer to this: "I think the reason why Zhang Yacui tried his best to do things in school, asked Li Bowen and Guan Xinwei to help her, and deliberately chose the destination of this outing in Xiaofengshan, should be closely related to these documents."

Speaking of this, a sudden flash of inspiration in Hu Pingtao's mind.

He suddenly thought of a possibility.

Before this, the reason why I didn't think about it in that way was because of my personal experience and also related to his own profession.

But now... Hu Pingtao wants to get closer to the truth.

He repeatedly urged Zhang Wanhe: "Brother Zhang, you should take me to the police station now. Lu Xiaoxu must come forward for this matter."

...

It was agreed with Lu Xiaoxu that when the two sides met at the police station, it was already past nine o'clock at night.

Walking into the police station office from the parking lot, Lu Xiaoxu brought a few people to greet him.

Among them, there was a tall middle-aged man wearing a light gray suit.

Lu Xiaoxu walked forward with joy and grabbed Hu Pingtao's hand: "Let me introduce it. This is my boss, Lin Zhiheng, assistant deputy director. After receiving your call today, I reported the collected information. The superiors attached great importance to it. He is currently taking over the case."

Hu Pingtao quickly put his feet together, raised his right hand and bowed.

The assistant deputy director of the Gangcheng Police is of high rank, equivalent to the captain of the provincial criminal police corps in mainland China and the deputy department level.

Lin Zhiheng smiled and stretched out his right hand: "No need to be polite. Actually, I have to thank you. There are many details of this case that have been neglected by us. If you hadn't actively participated in the investigation, you would have to wait a long time to discover the problem."

This is very strategic, which not only praises the other party, but also cleverly covers up the previous misjudgment of the Hong Kong City police.

Hu Pingtao knew that there was no need to seize the other party's weakness at this time. He smiled politely, said a few words, and followed Lin Zhiheng and others into the office.

Soon, a cup of fragrant coffee was placed in front of Hu Pingtao.

Lin Zhiheng smiled and said, "Xiao Lu said you like to drink coffee. Try it, this is my personal collection."

Hu Pingtao returned the greeting with a smile and went straight to the topic: "Deputy Director Lin, when can I interrogate?"

Lin Zhiheng was not in a hurry to answer, he asked seriously: "Do you want to participate?"

Hu Pingtao's attitude was very firm: "Yes. Although I only accepted the commission from the beginning, it was my responsibility."

Lin Zhiheng thought and said, "I received Xiao Lu's report today, so I called the Yunnan Provincial Department of Police... Oh, it should be the Public Security Department, they have a high evaluation of you! I am an old acquaintance with your previous director. I had a meeting in the imperial capital before. He checked your information and passed it to me. I didn't expect that your family background is still very good, so I feel relieved."

Lu Xiaoxu looked at Hu Pingtao with admiration: "I really didn't expect that your father was General Hu."

Hu Pingtao was quite surprised: "Do you know my dad?"

"I've heard his name." Lu Xiaoxu explained: "My second uncle has a relative living in Guangnan. He fought a self-defense counterattack with your father. After 17th, the policy was relaxed. Every time during the Chinese New Year, they would come to Hong Kong to visit relatives, gather together to drink and chat. I heard a lot about what happened back then."

Speaking of this, Lu Xiaoxu changed the topic, opened the briefcase he had been holding in his hand, and took out a plastic bag of evidence from it.

"According to what you said on the phone, I took someone to re-search Uncle Xu's residence and found this."
To be continued...