It was noon at this time, and when it was time for dinner, there were people coming and going from KFC, and a few children were running around.

The sun shines through the glass curtain wall. Lu Siyu and Song Wen had lunch before coming. Lu Siyu still told Song Wen to buy some mashed potatoes, fries, egg tarts and a cup of hot milk. Then he pushed the fries in front of Zhuozhuo, and Zhuozhuo didn't see it. He stretched out his hand to get the fries, took another pack of ketchup, and dipped it in ketchup.

In front of her is a very thin woman, with slender eyes, slightly raised, looking smart and exposed. Her lips are so thin that they are almost absent, which makes people think of the word indifferent.

Song Wen also ate an egg tart. His heart was always on the case, and he couldn't help but ask, "What exactly did you say about working in the group last night?"

The three of them were sitting by the window in KFC, talking about serious topics, but they looked like ordinary colleagues who had an appointment to eat here.

Zhuo Zhuo looked at him, wiped the ketchup on his fingers with a napkin, and said, "Working, it's nothing more than an employer who pays money to buy people to do things."

"What about the specifics?" Song Wen continued to ask, he looked at Lu Siyu who was drinking milk, the man was drinking milk with his head down, and he still looked indifferent.

"People who are sick and dying are always more courageous than ordinary people."

Zhuozhuo stretched out her hand and took a piece of paper on the dinner plate, and tore it open, she whispered softly: "As far as I have dealt with, there are some that need to be demolished. Sometimes, the conflict intensifies to a certain extent, some A seriously ill patient lies on the ground, more energetic than talking. There are still people who need to help people bring things into the country. I don't know what they are bringing, milk powder? Animal specimens? For organ donors, an employer once took a fancy to a girl's kidney. The girl had stomach cancer and it spread. At that time, I persuaded the middleman that it would be fine. It is said that if the matching is matched, you can live for half a year without transplantation, and if the transplantation is successful, you may live for two years even if you have cancer, and you will earn money.”

Her words were thought-provoking, and she turned her head to the side as she spoke, as if these things were justified, as ordinary as eating and sleeping, "This kind of thing that needs help with part-time work, there will be one after a while."

These words sounded strange to Song Wen. As a police officer, this was something he had never heard of, or even thought about. No matter which one of these things is put on the Internet, it is worth a long time for people to discuss.

Lu Siyu continued to ask: "So, what about Chen Yanqiu's time?"

Zhuozhuo recalled, "At that time, the designated man needed to be a young man who could drive. Take the case, life photo, and ID photo to the other party."

Song Wen: "Then what exactly did Chen Yanqiu do?"

Zhuozhuo shook his head: "I don't know. Next, it's about the buyer and him. Whether it's successful or not depends on them. I'm just an introducer. When both sides are notified, my task is completed."

"What about the time?"

Zhuozhuo calculated the time, "At the end of December last year."

"The specific time." Song Wen asked, sometimes, the time of the event is very critical.

Zhuozhuo flipped through his phone, "Last year on the morning of December 25th, the early morning of Christmas. The time to find me was around two in the morning, and when I received the money, it was six in the morning. It went well that day. The deal is done."

Song Wen took a look at the time line. This time was before Zhang Rui's death, and even before Chen Yanqiu's death. Now, based on this information alone, they can't judge whether this "part-time job" has anything to do with Chen Yanqiu's subsequent behavior. Contact, the only certainty is that after "working", Chen Yanqiu is still alive.

Song Wen thought about it and asked, "Chen Yanqiu went to work, how much did the other party pay?"

Zhuozhuo lowered his head and slowly folded the napkin in his hand: "I don't know, the price was negotiated by themselves, but I estimate that based on the commission given to me, it will not be less than half a million." Then she paused, "The five hundred thousand is enough to buy his life."

"What details do you remember about this matter?"

Zhuozhuo continued to fold the tissue, carefully: "The other party, I was in a hurry at the time, I remember this, or because the other party was very generous, I woke up after a sleep, and the account was received."

"Who is the one you said hired him?"

Zhuozhuo said: "The person who is looking for me is also an intermediary, an intermediary who is handed over with upstream employers. Some people will find the right person according to different things. They not only know me alone, but every time they encounter something, they will screen and find the most suitable person. The right person, and then do it.”

Song Wen frowned slightly. It sounds like this underground market is probably bigger than he imagined, and both buyers and sellers are making their own choices: "Then what about Chen Yanqiu's time? Did the intermediary mention it, who wanted him? work?"

"I don't know the employer behind it, I don't know it, and I'm not curious." Zhuozhuo seemed a little impatient to be asked by Song Wen, she raised her head and glanced out the window.

Lu Siyu simply took out the envelope with the money and put it on the table.

The burning eyes were attracted by the envelope, like a boy seeing his favorite racing car, like a girl seeing his favorite cosmetics, like a hungry person seeing the delicious food in the world, she narrowed her eyes slightly: "But about This intermediary, let me tell you something. There is a woman in Nancheng called Yu Niangniang, who specializes in this kind of work. Her subordinates support long-term workers and intermediaries. Long-term workers are people who need to engage in special labor for a long time. Many long-term workers are raised from children. Short-term workers are recruited by intermediaries from the candidates provided by our downstream foremen.”

Having said that, Zhuozhuo lowered his head again: "I do things with money. I don't know about the others."

Those who have worked, whether they live or die, what are they going to do, she doesn't care at all, doesn't care, even if they go to death, she doesn't mind, that indifferent expression, as if the beating in her chest is not the heart generally.

"Do you know how to contact each other?"

Zhuozhuo shook his head: "I don't know, because they contact me every time. You can't find anything. Those people are very careful. They know that we may have their information, so every time they pass an order, they will be emptied. If I know what I have revealed, I can't afford to offend them."

"What about Zhang Rui? How much do you know about him?" Song Wen added.

Zhuozhuo said: "He, he has always wanted to work, but his luck is not as good as Chen Yanqiu's, he has signed up a few times..." When she got here, she hesitated.

Song Wen captured the pause sensitively: "What? Are there twists and turns in this matter?"

Zhuozhuo shook his head: "It's not a setback. In fact, at the beginning, the employer chose Zhang Rui, and asked some basic information about him, but he suddenly said that he couldn't go, and asked Chen Yanqiu if he could stand on top." She sighed. , looked down at his hands, "Zhang Rui has no luck, no matter how he thought about it before, he couldn't be selected, and he finally got selected and couldn't go, so he could only give the opportunity to a friend."

Song Wen's question was almost over, and he couldn't help but express his disgust: "You call being selected luck? Are you not afraid that the other party is doing illegal and criminal things and implicates you?"

Zhuozhuo didn't answer him, and turned to ask Lu Siyu, "Is the information I provided enough?"

Lu Siyu didn't speak, just handed the envelope to her.

Zhuozhuo brought it over, smelled it, and then rubbed the texture of the banknote with his fingertips, "Before I got sick, I was an accountant. At that time, I always handled a lot of money when I made accounts every month, and the money was not mine. But they were all counted by my own hands. When I was young, I didn’t think these things were so precious, but when I got sick, I fell in love with them. Fresh banknotes have a smell and smell very good.”

"After I got sick, my family was gradually hollowed out. There was no money for hair, no money for new clothes, no money for fruit and meat. My father sold the house and went around to borrow money..." Zhuozhuo After finishing speaking, she put the bag in the bag, and then she played with the napkin that was folded just now with her fingers, and squinted at Song Wen and Lu Siyu: "Are you the police?"

Song Wen didn't speak, and Lu Siyu put the milk on the table and answered her: "If you don't break the law, I won't arrest you." The implication is that if you break the law, then maybe.

"I'm just curious, can you be reimbursed for this expense?" Zhuozhuo lowered her head, and she suddenly grinned after asking. At this time, Song Wen noticed that she had a pear vortex, and when she smiled like this, she was not ugly. , but what she said was like a knife.

"It's useless for you to threaten me, everyone understands the truth, but we are no longer afraid of death, so are we afraid of these? It's better to bring it to justice, at least when we get to the prison, there will be people who will feed and see a doctor. Many of us, even those who There is no basic guarantee. For us, it is enough to leave a sum of money for our relatives before death. If someone gives me one million, leave it to my parents, and let me die now. "

Zhuozhuo asked the two people in front of her with a smile. The smile was beautiful, but poisonous: "Being a good person can make me live two more days?" Before they could answer, she shook her head, and then she reached out and patted it. In her bag, there was the 10,000 yuan Lu Siyu just gave her. Her brows and eyes curled up with a smile, but her eyes sparkled: "But, it can."

Song Wen looked at this woman who was walking in the darkness. She was the same as the people he had come into contact with in the past. She had two eyes, one nose and one mouth. However, there was a difference. It seemed that from the heart, the traits happened. The change makes it difficult to criticize her with the moral sense of human society.

If it is measured by the law, she seems to have no substantive facts about illegal crimes, so she can be caught and tried. It looks disgusting, but can't help but feel a little sympathetic.

Lu Siyu looked at her and said, "Is it very hard to get sick?"

Zhuozhuo raised his head to look at him, his expression was a bit arrogant, as if saying that he was not worthy of his concern: "When I get sick, it's like drawing a lottery ticket. I just happen to be not very lucky. You will know in the future, life Come, it is a process of disintegration of the body, but at this speed, some are faster, some are slower."

Her tone was very peaceful, revealing that she was willing to admit defeat, but Lu Siyu felt a kind of stubbornness and unwillingness under the surface. After speaking, the woman stood up, straightened her clothes and said, "I still have chemotherapy in the afternoon. Let's go first, police gentlemen, I wish you all success in solving the case."

Song Wen watched Zhuozhuo leave, and then sighed: "Even if you are about to die, what's the point of living like this?"

"Anyway, she's not the murderer. Now we need to find out what Chen Yanqiu did at the time, whether it had anything to do with his death, and where did the other money he collected at that time go..." Lu Siyu said After saying this, he sighed, "People will become, maybe she was not such a person in the past."

Brilliant, this should have been a passionate name.