The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 944 Cemetery
Bookstore Street

The early-rising gourmet eats breakfast without forgetting to read the newspaper delivered in the morning. The slightly sour taste of the bean juice is paired with freshly fried fried dough sticks. I don’t know which god invented this way of eating.

That's it, without further delay, he was commenting on the current political affairs in the newspaper, which seemed to have a sense of giving guidance.

Living at the foot of the Imperial City, even if I don’t know a few Chinese characters, when it comes to the spirit of each meeting, it’s really similar. Everyone has unique insights. I’m afraid it’s hard to see this in other places. The scene here is perfectly normal.

As if influenced by the aura of the capital, everyone has become a politician, and the kind of confident speech that radiates from the inside out has become an inseparable part of their lives.

"Crunch~!"

A small military green Jeep parked unusually at the entrance of Pishun Hutong on Bookstore Street.

This scene attracted the attention of many people. It’s not that I have never seen a car before. In the capital, this car is very common, but it doesn’t mean that everyone has ridden in it.

If you have never been in one before, you will become curious, especially when a jeep is parked at the entrance of this alley. Those who are familiar with the surrounding area will know that I have not heard of anyone nearby being promoted.

The person responsible for monitoring the entrance to the alley just stood up and set up his binoculars. When he saw the license plate, he suddenly became surprised.

Otherwise, the license plate was familiar to them, but the person responsible for driving was somewhat unexpected.

In the yard at the entrance of the alley, people started to go to work one after another. When they walked out of the yard, they would subconsciously look at the car, and then slow down a little, wanting to see who the car was here to pick up.

"Beep~beep~!"

The sound of the trumpet alarmed the courtyard. Yu Qiulan and Yu Huang, who had just finished cleaning up and had breakfast, all heard the sound of the trumpet at the entrance of the alley without exception.

Yu Qiulan, who was absent-minded just now, seemed to have thought of something. Her cheeks turned red and her ears turned the color of onyx, and she immediately put down the chopsticks in her hands.

"Mom, the bag must have been left in his car, he brought it over~!"

Hearing this, Mrs. Yu Huang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of Li Feng, and quickly put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hands.

"I won't eat. Mom, at noon, bring back last night and heat it up. I won't come back~!"

With that said, Yu Qiulan ran out jumping like a little girl who had just received the nourishment of love.

After her adopted daughter left the door, Ms. Yu Huang sneered, stood up slowly, and walked to the yard. She wanted to see how brave Li Feng was, and he was no longer shy about people.

"The more arrogant you are, the happier I will be~!"

He came to the entrance of the hospital and saw his adopted daughter with a beautiful smile standing in front of the jeep. She was talking to the people in the cab. In the middle, she covered her mouth and bent down to laugh reservedly.

"Be good, Aunt Yu, Qiulan is your virginity, is she driving in a car?"

The seven aunts and eight aunts in the same courtyard, all with their heads sharpened at this time, followed them to the door and looked at the scene outside in surprise.

From the back in the car, it was obvious that he was a young man. He was sitting in the driver's cab, chatting with Yu Qiulan, making the girl very amused, like the scene when the begonia flowers were in full bloom, and the sweet (rotten) smell of love, Echoing at the entrance of the alley.

Although he knew that the target of interest of the Cultural Palace, Yu Qiulan Wenjo Liangzishun, would have to find a young cadre sooner or later, but he did not expect that in the blink of an eye, he would find someone who could drive to work.

There was no intention of avoiding anyone in this scene. It seemed like he was openly telling all the neighbors that Yu Qiulan was dating someone. "Hey, they are just friends, just ordinary friends~!"

Facing the compliments from her old neighbors, Yu Huang raised the corners of her mouth slightly. I don't know, she really thought that she accepted the flattery from the people around her calmly, and waved her hands modestly, avoiding the question in a serious way.

What makes Mrs. Yu Huang happy is that Li Feng is brave enough. Today, he dares to come to the door without shying away.

I may still have a little doubt whether this young man is secretly plotting with Chen Cang. Now it seems that helping to find someone is a lie, and finding an excuse to get close to his adopted daughter may be true.

That trace of doubt was instantly forgotten, and Yu Huang wished for it. Unexpectedly, the unfinished task of the team would become a matter of easy success for her daughter.

Sure enough, no cadre can withstand the test of the honey trap.

With such thoughts in mind, Yu Huang came back to her senses when she looked at the little flower bag on the back seat after opening the car door, a trace of anxiety flashed deep in her eyes.

If the guess is correct, the adopted daughter left an important thing in the bag in the car, something that was passed on through other people's hands in a roundabout way.

Staring at the bag, Yu Huang thought that she would get the relevant information at this moment. However, her adopted daughter never noticed her eyes. After opening the car door, she sat in it.

This scene couldn't help but make Yu Huang feel a little angry, but at this time she could only suppress it. It would be too obvious if she really came forward to ask for it.

Why forward this magazine through your daughter? It is to isolate any clues that may cause suspicion or even expose you from your daughter.

If suspicion is aroused and the police want to arrest her, they will arrest Yu Qiulan first. What does she have to do with the Yu Huang family?

Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened at the last moment. No matter how impatient Yu Huang was, she could only hold it in.

Although she didn't know what the things were to be transferred out, she thought it was very important. The higher-ups were not afraid of trouble, so she could only endure it.

At this moment, the murderous intention towards his adopted daughter Yu Qiulan increased to a higher level, just because it wasted her time.

Faced with inquiries from surrounding neighbors about whether her adopted daughter was dating, Yu Huang refused to admit or deny it, maintaining a sense of mystery as she walked back to her house.

After tidying up, the trolley was pushed out of the compartment.

Nine o'clock.

St. Miuel's Church.

Mrs. Yu Huang, who hurried over with a trolley, looked around furtively. When no one noticed her, she took out an object from a crack in the brick somewhere, and a new dead mailbox was discovered.

The investigators kept adjusting the focus of the telescope to see what was taken out, but Yu Huang was very alert. After taking it out, he wrapped it in a handkerchief and put it in the money box.

I tried to buy popsicles a few times and asked her to give me change, but I never found out what was wrapped in the handkerchief.

In the afternoon, after lunch, Yu Huang set off again. Instead of pushing her ice cream cart out together, she left the ice cream cart at home and got on the bus to the western suburbs of the capital.

Destination, Futian Cemetery.