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Xiao He looked very surprised:

"Ah, Teacher Qin, don't you remember my sister? She's from the 15th batch, called Xiao Lu. "

"The one with glasses and a long ponytail. He's not short either." Xiao He added some details.

Qin Hongmu suddenly had some impression of him.

"Oh, oh, I remember now. So it was that child."

"Yeah, so can you talk to me about what she was like back then? Let me know if it was a problem in high school. "

"To be honest," Qin Hongmu's expression was a bit difficult to describe.

"At that time, I was teaching four classes, and I was the one teaching all the classes on the first floor. As a form teacher, I was indeed incompetent and didn't have a good understanding of my own class's children. Thus, I don't usually pay too much attention to this child Xiao Lu. "

"However, I also know that it is normal for children to have some stress in their third year of high school. Some take a long time to get over. Every generation has been through this, and I'm sure you know it. Therefore, when it comes to a child's personality change, you just need to be more patient, and don't worry too much. "

I can't believe it, he thought to himself. A 27-year-old man who doesn't even have a girlfriend is here chatting with an editor in a publishing house who's not even 35 years old about how to be a postexam counselor for students.

Ironic.

During their questions and answers back and forth, Xiao He found that she had inadvertently displayed a rather surprising professionalism in psychology. To her, those unfamiliar words were like a catchphrase, but they were also used accurately.

Walking out of office number 112, Xiao He had a dejected look on his face.

When Jiang Han saw him, he stood up from his seat in tacit understanding.

He followed him out of the building as if nothing had happened.

Back to the car.

"How is it? "What did the woman say?" Jiang Han had a nervous expression on his face.

"There's no Xiao Lu at all. What do you think she should say?" Shaw started the car.

"So why do you need to use a fake identity? Wouldn't it be fine if you just say that we're police?" Jiang Han had a face full of pity. As far as he was concerned, Xiao He had completely wasted this opportunity.

"It's not that simple." Xiao He said.

"What?"

"That woman is not that simple." There was no trace of joy or anger in Xiao He's eyes.

"Nonsense, of course it's not that simple. Otherwise, if we were able to smoothly change industries, we would open such a large publishing house?"

Xiao He finally gave him a helpless look. "Idiot, I'm saying that she might not speak the truth in front of us."

"Why?" Jiang Han still had a stupefied expression on his face.

"No reason, intuition." To Jiang Han, Xiao He's answer was still a piece of cake.

Forget it, he didn't want to deal with this arrogant brat. It was fortunate that he was able to sit there and wait for him for so long.

On the other hand, the situation on Ruonan's side was not that optimistic.

"Captain Peng, after so long, will anyone still be willing to give an objective evaluation? "After all, his son …"

"Interviewing something like this can only be done without being objective." Peng Wenyin said as he walked up the stairs.

This was already the third house, the first two refused to visit because they were scared of being bullied by Liu Xiang.

Right now, she really wanted to know how many evil and wicked things this brat had done.

The two of them knocked on the door, and before long, someone opened it.

She looked like a young married woman. Ning Ruonan's heart sank, she was so young, she probably just married into the family.

If that was the case, he might not even know what Liu Nianqi looked like.

But he still opened his mouth and told her about it.

Sure enough, the young woman's face revealed a troubled expression as she shook her head and said:

"I'm really sorry, but we don't seem to know this person."

Peng Wenyin raised his head to look at the number. Indeed, this was already the sixth floor, so it was only natural for them to have less interaction with each other.

Just as he was about to thank him and leave …

A deep male voice could be heard from the slightly ajar door.

"Little Juan, who's here?"

"Dad, it's the police."

"They want to know about Liu Nianqi?"

"Yes."

"Let them in."

Seeing this, Ruonan and Peng Wenyin hurriedly thanked him and entered the room.

After a while, a person in a wheelchair slowly moved out from the room.

Peng Wenyin felt gratitude in his heart when he saw this scene.

On the wheelchair, it was an old man with a grave expression.

"Speak, if you have any questions, just ask me."

"Okay," said Peng Wenyin as he placed the documents in the old man's hands, letting him have a look.

"Great sir, what is your name?"

"My surname is Liu"

Upon hearing this surname, Peng Wenyin also felt that this was a coincidence.

Little Juan arranged for them to sit on the sofa and poured water for them.

Ruonan began recording.

"I would like to ask you, are you familiar with Liu Nianqi?"

"It can't be said to be familiar. Anyway, we are relatives in a distant relative. Every time we go back home, we would bump into him."

This answer surprised Peng Wenyin. He didn't expect them to have such a relationship.

"Do you know him?"

"How should I put it, he just didn't have a good life. His mom died at the age of three." None of the women he fell in love with when he was young had a good ending. It wasn't easy for him to obtain a bit of education. After getting married, his wife died, and the village elders said that he was the one who killed them. He didn't know if that was true or false. Perhaps he was destined to be a nemesis of women. "

"Is he still alive? Or someone close to him. "

"No, his dad passed away a few years ago. He didn't go back to visit him, so it's fine." His son often asked for money from him, and it was said that he had been avenged. "Truly, even debts can be paid for an injustice."

"Then do you know how he's doing with his relationships?"

"It's alright, it's just like that. On the surface, I haven't offended anyone, but I don't know what's going on behind the scenes."

Peng Wenyin quickly received a message from Jiang Han.

He passed the phone to Ruonan, who was also dumbfounded after seeing the message.

Could something like this also happen in the Mausoleum of Books?

Jiang Han suddenly thought of something. In this matter, the responsibility of the school could not be pushed away.

"Should we put pressure on the school?"

Xiao He was very serious this time.

"No, we don't know if there is a relationship between the school and Liu's final death until the evidence is fully found. "Don't alert the enemy."

"Do you mean to say that Liu could have died in secret because the school wanted to kill him?"

"When I saw that woman today, I felt more and more that we didn't even find the tip of the iceberg in this case." Xiao He did not directly voice his misgivings.

"So right now, we cannot rely on just a single sentence from anyone to judge us."

Jiang Han scratched his head. Why was his explanation so complicated?

Xiao He continued:

"Moreover, even if it wasn't done by the school, it would have had some effect on the reputation of the school within a certain period of time, so I'm afraid that as in the past, there would have been more mouths that would have been blocked by the people involved.

If they suddenly pressured them and didn't take their actions to heart, it could very well trigger an act of desperation. When that happens, who knows how many innocent people will be unjustly sacrificed.

Therefore, we will only be able to make up for the loss. "