Seventy Legally Blonde

Chapter 514 Overheard Information
Ding Mao has worked in the guest house for most of his life, from a small employee to the director of the guest house, and retired from this position.

This is something he has been very proud of all his life.

After all, although the guest house is small, people outside will always call him Director Ding when they see him.

He has a good face and is very domineering. He is used to having the final say on everything in the guest house. After more than ten years of living a life of one word, he suddenly retires, which makes him very uncomfortable.

In the days after retirement, apart from quarreling with my wife, I just miss the days when he was the director and everything in the guest house.

At first, he often visited the guest house, but after the demolition of the guest house, he didn't even have a place to stroll and miss.

Later, there was a homicide case in the guest house, and anyone who came to ask him about the guest house was a bit curious, and when people from the investigation bureau came to ask questions, he didn't dare to say more.

Ding Mao was almost exhausted these days, and today finally someone was willing to listen to him talking about the hostel. Ding Mao couldn't help but start talking when he sat down.

Ding Mao spent the whole morning talking about how the guest house was established, how many people he recruited, and how he usually manages it.

Zhou Niannian listened very carefully, and didn't seem to be impatient at all, maybe there were two sentences interspersed in the middle.

Ding Mao couldn't help chatting with her very speculatively, "You little comrade knows a lot."

Zhou Niannian smiled slightly, "You still don't know as much as Director Ding. By the way, didn't you just say that there are twelve people in the guest house? How do I see that there are thirteen people on the list recorded by the Personnel Bureau?"

On the construction site before, Yang Jiarui had shown her the personnel list of the guest house, and there were three people listed on it.

Ding Mao waved his hands casually, "Oh, there is another one named Wang Dahai, who was a helper of the cook. Later, he was fired by me for committing some crimes. The twelve people I mentioned just now did not include him."

"Oh," Zhou Niannian had the original expression, and wanted to ask another question, but he heard someone smashing the door loudly.

Mrs. Ding Mao went out and opened the door, and a middle-aged fat man wearing a dark blue suit and tie rushed in.

"Auntie, where's my uncle?"

Mrs. Ding Mao pointed to the room, "I'm talking to people in the room."

The man rushed to the door, and when his eyes fell on Yang Jiarui in uniform, his expression changed slightly, and then he frowned and looked at Ding Mao.

"Uncle, you can rest at home after retirement. You can just worry less about outside affairs. Why do you always invite outsiders to your house?"

Ding Mao's face darkened, he seemed a little displeased, but he didn't attack, "Ding Jun, since Guo Cuizhen's body was dug up, I've been holding back at home every day, and finally a reporter friend is willing to listen to me. Don't let me tell."

Ding Jun walked in with a dark face, and looked at Zhou Niannian with displeasure, "Comrade, my uncle is not in good health, and you must have asked all the questions you should ask. Please go back if you have nothing to do."

Everyone started to kick him out, so naturally Zhou Niannian didn't want to stay any longer, so he took a look at Yang Jiarui and left Ding's house.

Ding Jun sent them out, saw the two left, and closed the door with a bang.

Zhou Niannian grabbed Yang Jiarui, made a gesture of silence, and then quickly returned to the door of Ding's house, listening to the movement with his ears up.

Yang Jiarui gave her a strange look, as if surprised that she would eavesdrop.

Zhou Niannian ignored his gaze and listened to the movement inside with concentration.

Ding Jun seemed to be very angry, complaining that Ding Mao brought someone home, "How many times have I told you, don't go all over the street talking about your broken guest house, now there is a murder case there, do you know The seriousness of the matter?"

Immediately afterwards came Mrs. Ding Mao's voice, "Damned old man, I've said it many times, but if you don't listen, you'll die if you don't show off for a day?"

Ding Mao's voice was also very displeased: "Since Guo Cuizhen's body was dug up, you asked me to talk less outside, I don't understand, what does this have to do with me?"

"Then Guo Cuizhen's death has nothing to do with me. I still want to know how she died in my guest house?"

"It makes me feel bad to think about it."

Ding Jun seemed very angry, and his voice was louder but still depressing: "Uncle, can you be more sober? The guest house is not yours anymore, it has become a pile of broken bricks, you always miss what was there in the past mean?"

"It's good for you if I don't let you talk too much. I'm afraid you will get into trouble."

Ding Mao snorted, very dissatisfied, "What trouble can I cause? I have worked as the manager of the hostel all my life, and I have never caused any trouble. It is you, the manager of the timber factory, who ran home during work hours. Didn't you get into trouble?"

"Oh, forget it, I'm too lazy to tell you, anyway, don't let those policemen and reporters come to your door casually in the future. Auntie, you should also look at him." Ding Jun's voice was a little exasperated.

When Zhou Niannian heard this, she pulled Yang Jiarui away.

"What did you hear?" Yang Jiarui asked curiously after turning around an alley.

He almost put his ear to the door just now, but he only heard one or two vague words, and he couldn't understand anything clearly, but looking back at Zhou Niannian who listened carefully, he could only temporarily suppress his curiosity .

Zhou Niannian sorted out the information he had heard, and told Yang Jiarui the conclusion he had drawn.

"First, Ding Mao probably doesn't know about Guo Cuizhen, but his wife should know part of the inside story."

This can be judged from the words that Mrs. Ding Mao muttered in a low voice. If she didn't know Guo Cuizhen, she wouldn't say that Guo Cuizhen had been dead for so long, and she didn't want people to live in peace.

"Second, the guy named Ding Jun was a little nervous when he saw us just now, maybe he knows something."

Ding Jun has been trying his best to stop Ding Mao just now, preventing him from contacting the police and reporters, which shows that he knows something.

After Yang Jiarui finished listening, he scratched his head in confusion, "How did you hear that? Why didn't I hear anything?"

Zhou Niannian: "."

Maybe she should suggest Yang Jiarui to drink some of Ah Liang's saliva too?I just don't know if others will have the same effect as hers if they drink it.

After all, Yang Jiarui is a policeman, so it is very rational to analyze the matter after the joke.

"Ding Jun is very wary of us and is not easy to contact. We might as well start with another person first."

Zhou Niannian and him looked at each other, and said the same name in unison.

"Wang Dahai!"

"Wang Dahai!"

As soon as the words fell, the two couldn't help laughing.

Other people in the guest house have asked, but there is no other gain. Instead, it is this Wang Dahai, who was fired by Ding Mao, so maybe they can get some useful information from him.

Yang Jiarui sighed: "Ding Mao didn't mention this Wang Dahai before, and we didn't find out his current residence information. It seems that we still need to investigate again."

(End of this chapter)