Gao Leng took the two to the car, and when their emotions finally calmed down, they learned that Zhao Zhiqi was a high school teacher at a site in the south. His wife also worked in the school, but it was not educating people, but a library. administrator. The two got married and gave birth to a child at first sight. Although life was poor, they were happy. Her daughter, Zhao Yan, was also very upbeat. She was first admitted to a major domestic university X and then she was recommended to graduate school because of her excellent university grades.

Just like many happy families, their happiness came simple and pure, but at the moment when Zhao Yan met Bloodmaw by chance, all happiness disappeared.

"We are just such an only child. Yanzi came to the imperial capital after the accident. We don't want to go back to our hometown. When we go, we will see the children who grew up with Yanzi when we were young, and we feel sad." Zhao Zhiqi sighed deeply. Tone.

According to incomplete statistics, there are 10 to 20 million families who have lost their only child. In response to the call, only one child was born, but when this child died unexpectedly, the parents in the family were devastated.

Unspeakable pain and sadness that cannot be told to outsiders. Elderly people who have lost their families often choose to stay away from their original life circle. Most of them seek spiritual comfort because they miss their children too much. The Zhao family was even more miserable: they couldn't calm down their hearts by asking for scriptures and chanting, and they couldn't lose their lives because they couldn't hold the blows. Their daughter was tortured and killed, causing a sensation across the country, but still no murderer was found.

The two set foot in the imperial capital, a city that was too big for them, sold their house, and used all their savings for one thing: to find a murderer.

Where is the murderer so easy to find?

The police investigated the killer's bloodthroat, who had not found a clue for several months. How could the two elderly people find it? If you can't find it, you have to look for it, otherwise it will be heartbreaking to look at the head hanging on the clothes rack day and night when you think of your daughter's death.

The whole soul was broken.

"You live here?" Gao Leng was a little surprised after sending it over according to the address. This is a rotten building, and they stayed in a shack.

"Yeah." Zhao Zhi nodded at the beginning. The status of a teacher always requires some face. He quickly said: "The sparrow is small, complete with five internal organs, and very clean. When we first came to the imperial capital, we were too anxious to find a murderer. Many scammers have lost their money."

The shack made with a few canvases stood in the ruined building, but in front of the shack, Zhao Zhiqi actually wrote a board with a brush: Yan Guiju.

"Yan is home." Gao Leng followed the two to the unfinished building. Under the dim street lamp, these three brush writings were obviously very powerful. He looked around and got an idea, so he smiled and said: "You two old men still Back home?"

"No." Zhao Zhiqi shook his head decisively and looked at his wife. The two looked at each other with teary eyes and whimpered: "Swallow's cemetery will go and see again. We won't go back to our hometown. We will wait for the bloodthroat sentence. The matter of this life is over, and there is no hope."

"Then can you do me a favor?" Gao Leng asked, "I think you can help me now."

"What is it?" When the two people heard that Gao Leng needed help, and they were excited about what they could do, they were naturally willing.

"I have a girlfriend and a cousin. By the way, I have a female colleague who lives with them. I don’t usually have time to take care of them. I don’t have one to cook and one to help me organize the information. Gao Leng looked at Zhao Zhiqi and then at the old Zhao’s wife: “I think, Teacher Zhao, you can help me organize the information every day. Aunt Zhao, you just help those girls cook or something. ."

Old Zhao and the two looked at each other, their eyes were red again.

They knew in their hearts that Gao Leng was changing his way to help them. Literati always pay attention to face, and the cold help preserved their face, but it made them feel a little embarrassed.

Not only helped them catch the murderer, but also...

"Don't want it?" Gao Leng naturally saw their embarrassment, and said deliberately: "I don't give much money, and there are a lot of things, please don't worry about it... I often work until midnight hungry... …"

Hearing that Gao Leng hadn’t given much money, the two old men breathed a sigh of relief. When they heard that he was hungry all day, they immediately felt distressed. Zhao Zhiqi quickly said, “Willing, willing, we don’t want money. ,for free."

With that said, there was another urge to cry. In this strange city, facing the two people who had no longing for their blood throats, what Gao Leng handed over was a life-saving straw. Otherwise, how would he spend his old age? ?

"That's fine. Pack up and leave." Gao Leng looked inside, and there was nothing, some clothes or something.

"Now?" Zhao Zhiqi was a little surprised, he looked inside: "A lot of clothes to be packed..."

"Just take your important documents, I'll buy the clothes again." Gao Leng walked to his car: "Work clothes, by the way, Teacher Zhao, can you drive?"

The old Zhao’s family quickly took some important documents and followed Zhao Zhi up and whispered: “Go first, I’ll clean up the clothes. If you want him to buy clothes, let’s go today, or the kid will want it again at night. Hungry."

"I won't." Zhao Zhiqi said.

"Then you have to learn." Gao Leng stopped and opened the door: "Go, go up, Teacher Zhao, your first task is to learn to drive, Aunt Zhao, you have to work tonight. You have food at home. I want to eat boiled beef tonight."

Gao Leng is not hungry at all, but directly arranging work in this way will make the two old people feel more comfortable and naturally more natural.

"By the way, we have to move these few days, enough for you two to be busy." Gao Leng drove the car to check the time. The house given by Xingsheng has been set up. It has always been a rented house, and it is time to move. Up.

It was a three-bedroom and two-living room. Xiao Leng and Xiao Wei lived. The simple room was a small apartment. Gao Leng had already paid for it, and it was next door. The layout is similar to the current house.

When it gets bigger in the future, we still have to buy a villa, otherwise the two will not be able to live, Gao Leng thought, the speed of the car has accelerated.

What Zhao Zhiqi didn't know was that in the next few decades until his death, he and his wife would follow Gao Leng, watching Gao Leng invincible all the way, and experiencing the warmth of the world with Gao Leng.

He will be the chief steward of the Gaofu, the most dedicated and unselfish first steward of the Gaofu.

Just then, the phone rang, and he took it over to listen, and a gentle female voice came over.