Dear Mr. Lu

"Go back to Beijing." A cold and emotionless sentence came out of Lu Chong's mouth. He stopped looking at Lao Ding and went upstairs without him.

There was a bit of surprise in Lao Ding's eyes. Looking at his back, he finally bowed his head and said "Yes."

Lu Chong hesitated for a moment, then walked towards Luo Wencheng's room, opened the door, and found an extremely clean room, the quilt on the bed was neatly spread, and there was nothing on the bedside table or table. Like a hotel waiting for guests to stay.

Lu Chong was taken aback, as if he had noticed something, and went to open the closet. The clothes inside were neatly folded, occupying only the farthest compartment, which seemed to be for the convenience of people to collect.

The bathroom was also clean, there was not a drop of water on the floor or on the countertop, the towels were folded, and there were cups, toothbrushes, toiletries and other things beside them, which seemed to be waste products waiting to be taken away.

Lu Chong couldn't recover for a long time.

"Meow~" A delicate meow sounded, and the spare ribs dragged its fat body and walked in elegantly and energetically. It went around the room, but did not see the person it met, only saw That big, cold guy at home.

"Meow!"

It squatted at the door of the bathroom, and barked ferociously at the man inside, as if asking him for someone.

Lu Chong looked down at it, and after a while squatted down and patted its head: "He's gone."

"Meow!"

"He was planning to leave." Lu Chong said in a daze, "He was going to leave in the morning."

Everything can never be changed again, with his stubbornness and self-esteem, how could he linger over and over again with his own attitude, pretending nothing happened?

He just didn't expect that he would be so decisive and straightforward, but even so, he would still have to endure some humiliation for nothing before leaving.

"Meow!" Ribs stretched out his claws to scratch him, hurry up and chase after him, stupid **** shoveler!

"You asked me to find him back? But it was me who forced him away."

"Meow..." Ribs tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then walked away sullenly, his fat belly was rubbing against the floor, it looked like a carpet from behind with four legs sliding slowly, saying Those who can't come out are dejected.

Lu Chong restrained himself from thinking about Luo Wencheng all morning. He was processing various documents from Beijing as usual, paying attention to the progress of the amusement park as usual, and did not show any abnormality.

Until noon, Zhou Qian hesitated to report that Luo Wencheng didn't go to school at all.

Lu Chong thought, he probably went to other places to relax, or to be in a daze.

He told himself not to worry, but still ordered Zhou Qian to find someone.

Don't say anything, but send a few more people to Zhou Qian.

An hour later, nothing was found.

Two hours, no news.

For three hours and four hours, there was still no news.

More and more people were sent out, but they didn't bring any useful news. Finally, when it got dark, Lu Chong couldn't sit still. After thinking for a minute, he expanded his search to the whole Haining, all the hotels , hotels, libraries, movie theaters, shopping malls, and began to reach into the transportation system to thoroughly check the flights, trains, and buses that left Haining today.

After all, he didn't have a lot of people in Haining, and he didn't infiltrate the local forces. Such a large-scale and large-scale search was bound to alarm many people, so soon, many people knew that he was looking for someone.

However, doing so was also effective. At eight o'clock in the evening, Lu Chong got the real news that Luo Wencheng left Haining on a bullet train at 12:15 this morning, and his destination was a city in another province.

Lu Chong was shocked when he heard the news.

He didn't bring anything, and he didn't have any money on him, so what was he doing so far away?

He stood up, sat down again, called Zhou Qian over, and told him to rush over immediately.

"Find him, but don't disturb him, just keep him safe."

He looked at the two things in his hand, one was a key to a small apartment next to the Haining Academy of Art, and the other was a black bank card with no limit.

This was originally prepared by him in the morning for Luo Wencheng.

He gave the card to Zhou Qian: "If he needs it, give him this."

"Yes." Zhou Qian took the card with both hands, and seeing that Lu Chong had no other orders, he withdrew and left quickly.

At the same time, in the golden glory, Liu Weizhi is practicing for two old friends.

One is naturally Lao Ding, and the other is Zhou Yishan.

"Old Ding, it's all because of you. You said it's fine if you were kicked out by your husband, but you're going to make me go with you." Zhou Yishan drank a glass of wine and yelled with displeasure on his face.

Lao Ding didn't speak, and Liu Weizhi said with a smile: "Mr. is angry, you can go back first. It happens that Mr. has been in Haining for so long, and those people in the north can't hold back, especially the Chen family. I heard that they have been jumping a lot recently. "

"Hmph, a bunch of bugs, that Chen Jingqiu, his brother-in-law is dead, his son is useless, his wife is rebellious, his nest is a mess, and he dares to reach out to Mr. to see if I will chop off his paw when I go back." Zhoushan disdained said, and looked at Lao Ding again, "Old Ding, what you did this time is really bad. There is no room for us to meddle in Mr.'s private affairs. If you do that, Mr. only asks you to go back to Beijing." It’s easy, if I don’t knock out your teeth.”

Liu Weizhi glanced at him, and then looked at Lao Ding: "Old Ding is also doing it for my husband's own good, but the way he did it is really too much. The husband has always disliked us playing tricks on our own."

"Then what would you do instead?" Zhou Yishan asked.

Liu Weizhi wiped the cup in his hand slowly: "Maybe I should talk to Luo Wencheng, he is a reasonable person, he can persuade with reason, why make it so ugly?"

Lao Ding laughed suddenly: "In that case, your result will not be much better than mine. After thinking about it for a day, I finally figured out that Mr. punished me not because I made my own decisions."

"Why is that?" Zhou Yishan asked.

Lao Ding looked at the two old men and smiled: "It's getting late, let's go, Lao Liu, you will be by my side from now on, sir, do your best for us."

After speaking, Lao Ding picked up his clothes and left.

Zhou Yishan said dissatisfiedly: "This old guy, half-talking is the most annoying." He drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, chased after him and continued to ask.

The movements of Liu Weizhi's hands slowed down and finally stopped.

He smiled and sighed. He understood what Lao Ding hadn't finished saying. The husband was angry not because Lao Ding had made up his mind, but because Lao Ding reached out to Luo Wencheng, making Luo Wencheng feel embarrassed.

It's not so much anger, but more maintenance after distress, right?

"...Ni Lin?" His chubby face was thoughtful.

"Manager Liu, we left a week ago." A waiter came over and said.

Liu Weizhi nodded: "Send more people to follow up, and make sure nothing goes wrong."

It's not very peaceful recently, or when there is no real peace around Mr., they can protect them in Haining alone, but it's hard to say outside Haining. Now, there are many people who know that Luo Wencheng is Mr. Nilin, right?

…

At half past eight, Luo Wencheng walked out of the train station.

At night in early May, it was quite cold with the wind blowing, and the city is in the north of Haining, so the temperature is even lower.

Luo Wencheng tightened his windbreaker, found a more reliable taxi, and arrived at a four-star hotel with a good reputation.

After opening a room with his ID card, Luo Wencheng put down the drawing board after entering the door, turned on the heater, took off his coat, sat on the bed, took out his wallet and counted the money he had.

He was not as pitiful as Lu Chong thought, at least he was not penniless. When he left, he took away the 10,000 yuan that he won in the competition, and then the 10,000 yuan big red envelope that Lu Chong gave during the Chinese New Year.

The 20,000 yuan, the car ride and the hotel deposit, went to more than 1,000 yuan. The rest of the money is enough for him to spend until he dies, but it is far from enough for what he has to do.

He took out another small notebook, which contained some things he rearranged.

Zhang Qihui: 48 years old, claiming to be from M City, with a heavy accent, junior high school education, about 1.75 meters tall, good-looking, dark skin, a small burn mark on the left forearm, walking with a slight limp, loves to eat fish, strong, During the conversation, it was revealed that after the teenager dropped out of school, he used to work in a car repair shop in his hometown, and then went out to work with his wife Lan Xiufang after getting married...

Lan Xiufang: ...

Luo Wencheng turned to the back, did not read that page carefully, but stroked lightly at the last line "died of puerperal illness at the age of 23, the details are unknown", and then turned back to the first page.

Zhang Qihui, this is his biological father's name.

As the Son of Man, with such a relatively clear clue, it is really unreasonable not to look for it. It just so happens that he doesn't know how to live the remaining few months, so let's look for it.

"I don't have a clue like this, it's better to find a detective." Luo Wencheng looked at the little money he had left, shook his head, and said to himself: "If I knew it, I would ask Lu Chong for some money before leaving. No need to pay back."

He got out of bed and took out the drawing board, set it up, and began to draw with a pencil.

Last time he won the championship in the city competition and directly advanced to the provincial competition. Although he has left school and Haining, this competition is aimed at the society, but it may be easier to attract attention if it is recommended by the school.

Now that he already has the honor of a city champion, it doesn't matter if he has the school or not.

Continue to participate in the competition, not only for the considerable prize money, but also because the organizer will organize the winners to visit the art exhibition abroad.

It happened to be September at that time, and the end of September is the yearly period.

He didn't want to die in the country.

If you go abroad with the organizer, I don't know if it will hurt the organizer if you don't wake up in your sleep.

Maybe he can use the excuse that it is not easy to go abroad, and he wants to travel on his own, and then quietly, without anyone knowing...

But it should be a missing person.

Luo Wencheng paused, thought for a while, and felt that it was not very good, what if... what if that person went to find his whereabouts?

I can't find it after looking around, what a bother.

Let's come to a clearer way to die.

The next day Luo Wencheng went out, and after asking the front desk, he found a firm with a good reputation and reliability, and entrusted him to look for Zhang Qihui.

As expected, the office looked quite reliable, but the fee was a bit expensive. When Luo Wencheng went out again, he lost 5,000 yuan.

It's just a deposit, and you have to pay more if you find someone.

Luo Wencheng suddenly felt the pressure.

He started looking for a part-time job.

He is good-looking, well-spoken, and he still wears the same clothes from Haining. Most people see him as high-end, but what ordinary people see is that he wears money on his body. So he said that he was looking for a part-time job to experience life. Jobs are easy to find.

He found a old job, a bartender. Every night from 7:00 to 10:00, quit late, because of his excellent skills, he became famous in only two nights, and the manager who didn't like him at first immediately changed his face.

However, after all, the bar is full of fish and dragons. His conditions are there, and there are never fewer people who strike up a conversation and profiteer, and some people even follow him after he gets off work.

Although I don't know why those people always followed me halfway and then lost it for no reason, so that the hammer in his bag never showed up, but for safety reasons, Luo Wencheng resigned after only half a month. A little wages and a lot of tips, walking very chic.

While working as a bartender, he also found a job as a painter.

The student ID card of Haining Academy of Art is revealed, and then a picture is drawn. This job is simply too easy to get.

Every morning, he teaches the children in the studio, and in the afternoon, he will pick up some chores. Some people simply want his paintings, and some people want him to be a shooter. As long as the price is reasonable, Luo Wencheng will basically refuse anyone who comes. A painting is classified according to its simplicity and complexity, and the reward is tens to hundreds, or even thousands.

The day after he quit his job as a bartender and was about to find another job, news came from the firm.

He went over to hear that Zhang Qihui was indeed a real person, and his life history was also comparable. Twenty years ago, he came back from other places to his hometown in the countryside of M City. Long.

But also because it has been spread for too long, there are too many sayings about fate and incompetence, or because there are many matchmakers who come to the door and are unreliable, Zhang Qihui did not stay in his hometown for too long, but after a few months He left his hometown and went to another place.

After that, there was no news, and he never came back.

The reason why the office took half a month to reply to Luo Wencheng was because they were looking for where Zhang Qihui had gone, and they called him only after finally finding out the exact address.

Luo Wencheng walked out of the office with the new address, thinking that this office was really reliable, and of course it was true that he was about to empty his pockets.

He thought it was lucky that he was diligent enough, otherwise he would not know where the money for the evening meal was.

That night he drew several paintings all night, and he went to hand in the manuscript early the next morning, and finally paid the rent for the new day before twelve o'clock.

He didn't plan to reduce the accommodation fee of more than 300 yuan a day, but there were not many offers to find him as a gunman, and his income from painting alone was limited, so he thought about it and found a job in the back kitchen .

It's a small restaurant, not very formal, and it's hard work to cook a lot of big pots of dishes every day, but the advantage is that the wages are paid daily, the boss is generous, and the customer response is very intuitive. , the restaurant's turnover will be high, and Luo Wencheng's bonus for that day will also be high.

Unlike a big restaurant, which requires a dish of pasta, an audit, a health certificate, and a professional qualification certificate, the competition for the kitchen is fierce, and you can't just leave if you want, otherwise your salary and bonus will be deducted.

After secretly following him Zhou Qian for so many days, the email sent to Lu Chong expressed such a meaning: "Master Luo is very short of money, but he makes money very quickly. He doesn't seem to need that piece of paper. Bank card."

A few minutes later, in the study of the three-story villa.

This email appeared on the computer desktop in front of Lu Chong.