Ai Liang followed the two of them out of the condolence hall. Just now, taking advantage of the quarrel, he secretly stuffed the bank card back into Gao Fuye's pocket.
After leaving the condolence hall, the staff did not give Wang Qiang a good look and asked him to leave quickly. As the saying goes, it is the fault of a son not to teach his father. How could his own son have the nerve to ask for forgiveness after he killed someone else's daughter.
Ai Liang didn't want to get involved in other people's housework, so he left the funeral parlor and came to the bus stop.
The bus stop is opposite the funeral parlor, with only a road separating them.
Ai Liang was sitting on a bench waiting for the bus. The bus in this sparsely populated suburb only came every half an hour, and the last one was ten minutes ago.
When Ai Liang sent a message to Yue Qihua asking for her home address, a car stopped in front of him.
The face revealed when he rolled down the car window was none other than Wang Qiang.
"We still have to wait a long time for the bus to the city. How about I give you a ride?"
Wang Qiang, who was "crying bitterly" just now, suddenly changed his face after going out and came to Ai Liang and greeted him to get in the car.
What Ai Liang couldn't stand the most was this kind of hypocritical smile. He moved to the side and sat three feet away from Wang Qiang. He said without mercy: "If you have any problem with me, just tell me." Well, if you have nothing to do, don’t occupy the bus parking space.”
"Your relationship with Gao Jiajia..."
Wang Qiang did not directly state his purpose, but changed the topic and made sideways remarks to explore Ai Liang's attitude.
"I'm not familiar with her. It's just her father's request to come here today."
Ai Liang looked at Wang Qiang with a blank expression and kept tapping on the phone screen without stopping.
Wang Qiang was not annoyed when Ai Liang ignored him and said to himself: "Really? I heard that you saw Wang Zi go to the recycling bin to throw things away in the middle of the night? Could it be that you were mistaken?"
Ai Liang stared at him without saying a word.
"My son is Wang Zi. He has done something wrong and deserves to be punished, but we cannot let him spend the first half of his life in prison."
Wang Qiang started to play the emotional card in front of Ai Liang again and burst into tears: "I beg you, just pretend that you never saw him that night, okay?"
Ai Liang sat unmoved on the bench and watched Wang Qiang perform a one-man show.
Seeing that the emotional card didn't work, Wang Qiang immediately changed his approach. He took out a tissue and wiped his tears: "Classmate, I know he is guilty and deserves to be punished, but as a father, I really can't bear to see him waste half his life in prison. As long as If you tell the police that you made a mistake that night, I will immediately transfer 100,000 yuan to you. I am not asking for escape, I just want to save him two years of suffering!"
Ai Liang's expression finally changed when he heard that Wang Qiang wanted to transfer money to him.
Just when he thought the matter was done, Ai Liang said, "Do you know how much money Gao Fuye just gave me?"
Wang Qiang's expression suddenly froze. How could his financial resources compare with Gao Fuye's?
"I just gave him back a million he gave me."
Wang Qiang was silent for a long time after hearing these words, but when his thoughts changed, he suddenly became thoughtful. He stood up and said angrily: "You actually paid Gao Fuye to give perjury?! Let me tell you, even if you give him the money back to give him perjury, You can’t get away with this crime!”
"As a witness, your testimony is invalid if you accept money from the victim's family. And do you know how others will view you if this matter spreads?"
After realizing that the emotional card was not good, Wang Qiang immediately changed his face and grabbed the painful foot to attack, just like in the condolence hall.
A few words of evidence that he had clearly discovered were turned into false evidence. Seeing Wang Qiang's exaggerated performance, Ai Liang was almost angry with him.
A normal middle school student with no social experience might be frightened by these words, but is Ai Liang normal? No one bothered to pay attention to him.
Ai Liang, who didn't want to continue to quarrel with Wang Qiang, stood up directly. He planned to walk a few hundred meters to another bus stop to save this guy from whispering in his ear.
"Do you know how much money Gao Fuye gave me?"
Ai Liang's voice came from behind, but Ai Liang himself did not speak. It was a cell phone recording.
"I don't know what will happen if this audio is spread out. I will only try my best to send it to your classmates."
Wang Qiang finally stopped hiding his sinister intentions. He knew that sending this kind of recording to the police would be useless, so he changed his approach.
"You don't want to get such a reputation by using money to do things and adding insult to injury to your classmates, right?"
Looking at Wang Qiang's triumphant smile, Ai Liang asked: "I'm curious, who did you find out about my identity from? The identity of the witness should be kept confidential. Isn't it illegal for the suspect's family to contact the witness in private? "
Wang Qiang smiled and did not answer directly but continued to threaten Ai Liang: "Classmate, I don't want to make things too serious. I just want you to help me get rid of my son's charge of maliciously destroying evidence. I will do it in front of him afterwards." Delete this recording on your behalf."
"Really?" Ai Liang tapped the phone lightly, "What if I want you to delete it now?"
It was obvious that Wang Qiang didn't answer.
"Classmate, I know he is guilty and deserves to be punished... As long as you tell the police that you were wrong that night, I will immediately transfer 100,000 yuan to you..."
Wang Qiang's voice also came from Ai Liang's cell phone, and his expression immediately changed.
"Don't worry, I just sent the audio to my friend. It's useless even if you snatch my phone."
Ai Liang naturally had countermeasures against such scoundrels. When Wang Qiang approached with bad intentions, Ai Liang turned on the recording on his mobile phone.
"Now, either give me your mobile phone, or I will send the recording to Captain Shi of the Interpol Team. It's your choice."
Unlike his recording, if Ai Liang's recording is sent to Shi Feng, he will 100% be warned, and even his personal freedom will be temporarily monitored.
Illegal inquiries into the identity of witnesses and attempts to bribe and threaten witnesses are enough for him to drink.
Wang Qiang could tell that Ai Liang must have known these two crimes since he was confident.
Wang Qiang's face was gloomy and he could only hand the phone to Ai Liang as he was told. He didn't expect that he would fall into the hands of a kid from junior high school after living in society for so many years.
After Ai Liang got the phone, he directly called up the recording and deleted it: "By the way, in the future, if someone does anything like taking out garbage and throwing paint at my door, I will send this recording to Captain Shi."
"Don't be too..."
Ai Liang said in a calm tone: "This is not too much. I will have to ask Uncle Wang to help me when the time comes."
He had long seen through Wang Qiang's character. This guy was essentially a gangster.
A smile appeared on Wang Qiang's lips, but there was no smile in his eyes when he looked at Ai Liang.
Ai Liang returned to the bus stop and sat down on the bench. Before getting on the bus, Wang Qiang deliberately left a meaningful look in his eyes, as if to persuade Ai Liang to take care of himself. Unfortunately, Ai Liang kept his head down and played with his mobile phone without even looking at him. Annoying.
Wang Qiang cursed in his heart and drove away.
After Wang Qiang left Ai Liang, he looked at the direction in which he was leaving with emotionless eyes.
Wang Qiang didn't know that in just a few minutes, Ai Liang had already obtained the secret he had buried deep in his heart, which was enough to send him to prison.
This kind of gangster will not do anything to him now because he is afraid of the recording.
After Wang Zi is imprisoned, this recording will be of little use. He will definitely come to retaliate. He is the kind of person who is determined to retaliate.
Sometimes you don't want to cause trouble, but trouble will find you.
So countermeasures still have to be prepared.
“That’s what it means when the fish dies and the net breaks the net.”
Ai Liang looked in the direction of the funeral home, and he finally understood how Wang Zi's supermarket opened.
It all started three years ago.
Gao Fuye had a hit-and-run accident at night that resulted in death. He found Wang Qiang, the traffic policeman on duty, to delete the surveillance video. After the incident, Gao Fuye gave Wang Qiang 200,000 yuan and a front room, which was the supermarket.
Although Wang Qiang was fired, he relied on the contacts he had accumulated by helping people avoid fines and Gao Fuye's care. He was much more comfortable than when he was in the traffic police team. Every day he would either drink and play cards with his friends or go to some places to fool around.
It was this appearance of her husband that made Wang Zi's mother, a teacher, extremely controlling over Wang Zi, which indirectly led to Wang Zi's withdrawn character.
After putting the stories together, Ai Liang shook his head and sighed. Who would have thought that there would be such involvement behind a campus case.
When Ai Liang was thinking about how to dig out the criminal evidence of Wang Qiang and Gao Fuye, the bus came. He temporarily put aside the grudges between adults and boarded the bus.
...
Ai Liang did not forget that his schoolbag was still with Yue Qihua. According to the address provided by Yue Qihua, he got out of the car nearby and walked around twice before finding the apartment building Yue Qihua mentioned.
"The mourning is over so soon?"
Yue Qihua was standing downstairs in the apartment waiting for him.
"Well, because it's just me."
Ai Liang followed Yue Qihua onto the elevator.
"After all, Gao Fuye is also a real estate boss. Why are you the only one mourning?"
Yue Qihua said with some doubts.
Ai Liang walked out of the elevator first: "He doesn't want people to disturb Gao Jiajia."
Yue Qihua was a little surprised. She didn't expect Gao Fuye to value his daughter so much.
Ai Liang looked at Yue Qihua who opened the door and asked, "Where is Xingyue?"
Yue Qihua slapped her forehead and said helplessly: "Ah, I almost forgot, she just accidentally spilled the juice and soiled your schoolbag, and now she is washing the schoolbag in the bathroom."
Yue Qihua took out a pair of spare slippers from the shoe cabinet and gave them to Ai Liang.
As if hearing the sound of the door opening, Yang Xingyue cautiously poked half of her head out of the bathroom: "Ai Liang, I'm sorry."
"Have you finished cleaning your schoolbag? Come out as soon as you finish cleaning. Ai Liang won't be angry over such a trivial matter. Besides, it's too late for people to be happy when a beautiful girl helps wash things, right, Ai Liang."
After saying this, Yue Qihua also touched Ai Liang with her elbow, her tone full of teasing.
Although Yang Xingyue listened to Yue Qihua's previous advice, she could not change her mentality in a short while, so she could only retreat to the bathroom with a blushing face.
Ai Liang didn't answer and sat calmly on the sofa in the living room. This attitude made Yue Qihua feel even more bored.
Not long after, Yang Xingyue, who was in the bathroom, also came out with her schoolbag and said somewhat nonchalantly: "The schoolbag may not be dry until tomorrow. Ai Liang, will you come tomorrow?"
After hearing this, Yue Qihua gave Yang Xingyue a thumbs up from an angle that Ai Liang couldn't see.
Ai Liang pretended not to see the dryer in the bathroom. It would be too rude to expose other people's thoughts directly, so he nodded: "I will come over if there is nothing else."
"That's great...I mean thank you for helping me with my classes." Yang Xingyue showed a bright smile and ran to the balcony with happy steps to hang up her schoolbag.
Unlike Yang Xingyue who was happy, Ai Liang had mixed feelings in his heart. To be honest, when he first met Yang Xingyue, he didn't like Yang Xingyue very much because of Yang Xingguo. It could even be said that he disliked her. Even if Ai Liang understands that what her parents did has nothing to do with their children, it is difficult for her to look at her with normal eyes.
At first, it was because of Yue Qihua's request that she tutored Yang Xingyue in her studies. At that time, Ai Liang had a completely perfunctory attitude. It wasn't until she saw Yang Xingyue crying alone in the school garden that she felt compassion.
After two years of getting along with Ai Liang, she has gradually changed her opinion. Yang Xingyue is just a naive and cute little girl. Except for occasionally having some small thoughts, most of the time she is very gentle and kind. No matter how cold Ai Liang is, Always with pure kindness.
It's a pity that her father is Yang Xingguo, the person Ai Liang hates the most, and their relationship can only remain as friends.
Yue Qihua raised her hand and waved it in front of Ai Liang: "Hey, what are you doing? Are you imagining that after marrying Xingyue, she will wash your clothes like this?"
Yang Xingyue, who had just sat on the chair, immediately blushed when she heard this: "Huahua! What nonsense are you talking about!"
The shy Yang Xingyue took out all the papers assigned by Ai Liang and put them on the desk: "I have finished all the papers in the past few days."
Ai Liang glanced at the test paper and asked, "I know, where did you put the things in my schoolbag?"
"Here it is."
Yue Qihua was too lazy to get off the sofa and directly passed Ai Liang, picked up the black notebook on the shelf and handed it over. She sat cross-legged next to Ai Liang and asked with interest: "Don't worry, we haven't read it. This is your diary." Ben?"
The distance between the two of them was only a palm apart and they were very close.
Ai Liang moved slightly to the side to make some space before opening the notebook.
"Huh? Is this... a high number?" Yue Qihua asked, looking at the dense formulas.
"This is Xu Zhihai's...glasses notebook. It is an entrance gift given to students by Beijing University." Ai Liang handed the notebook to Yue Qihua: "The above is the proof of his conjecture in college. I feel it is a pity to lose it. Just brought it back.”
The first few pages of the notebook are just some common advanced mathematics knowledge, and a few pages later are the proofs of mathematical conjectures.
Yue Qihua took the notebook and flipped through it. She had learned all the knowledge in high school by herself, and she could barely understand the first few pages of the notebook.
Yang Xingyue, who was ignorant of advanced mathematics, also ran over to observe the notes, which immediately caused Yue Qihua to chase her away: "Go, go, go, this guy who hasn't even finished high school mathematics is joining in the fun."
Yang Xingyue directly hugged Yue Qihua's arm and said coquettishly: "I just want to take a look, maybe there is something else."
"You are just a child playing a treasure hunt game. What can you find in a notebook?"
Although she looked impatient, Yue Qihua still put the notebook between the two of them.
She could tell that Yang Xingyue came here on purpose because she didn't want to be alone and answer questions alone. In fact, it was just a child who was afraid of being lonely and had a psychotic attack.
Now it was Ai Liang's turn to be ignored by his two good friends. He stood up silently and went to Yang Xingyue's desk to correct the test papers he had assigned earlier.
"There's poetry!" Yang Xingyue's voice was full of surprise, like a game nerd discovering an Easter egg while playing a game.
"Isn't it just a short poem? What's all the fuss about?" Yue Qihua's interest was not high. She was more interested in the mathematical formulas in front of it than in the poetry, which was standard scientific thinking.
"The glasses are for the mathematics department, right? Don't you think it's weird to write a poem in your notebook?" Yang Xingyue held her chin with her hand as if playing a reasoning game.
"The second half of the notes were obviously scrawled after he went crazy." Yue Qihua couldn't help but complain. Based on the strokes and layout of the formula, it was easy to judge the changes in the mentality of the front and rear parts of the glasses.
"Well, Huahua, you are so boring, Ai Liang, come and take a look."
