person is so secretive, it shows that he is afraid of revealing his identity.”


Lin Zihui frowned for a moment, adjusted his glasses, and asked, “You mean, the person who wants to kill my Abba this time is not an enemy, but someone who may seem like they won't kill my dad at all.”


Qiao Wen said in his heart that although the four-eyed boy looks a bit dumb, but really not stupid, has the potential to be a big male lead.


He nodded: “That's right, I guess that's why your Abba has so many capable people under him, but he can't find out who they are.”


Lin Zihui: “Isn't that even harder to find?”


Qiao Wen shook his head: “Not necessarily.
There is a saying in criminology that after committing a crime, criminals will return to the scene for fear of leaving traces or seeking the pleasure of provocation.
So this time, the person who paid and tried to kill your father will probably come to the teahouse.
If this person happens to also know you, he may also ask you about the details of your Abba’s assassination that night.”


Lin Zihui's eyes widened in astonishment, only to realize that he could understand every word of what the beautiful young man in front of him said, but at the same time he didn’t seem to understand anything.
After a long time, he remembered and said, “No one is looking for these few days.”


Qiao Wen smiled: “It’s okay, it's only been less than a week, that person is probably still hesitating.
In the next few days, if there are such people, especially those who have a special relationship with your dad, come to the teahouse, you must pay attention.”


Although Lin Zihui still didn't quite understand what he was saying, he also knew what he should do, nodding solemnly: “I know.”


The reason why Qiao Wen said this was actually not a theory of criminology, but he vaguely remembered Lin Zihui memory in the original book, later he finally found the mastermind who killed his father in the past.
It surprised him, when he recalled that after his father's accident, the man came to the teahouse to console him.


Although this book was scribbled by Qiao Wen, fortunately, his memory was really good, and he had not forgotten such a play in the book.


Of course, in order to make himself not look like a prophet, he could only use a so-called criminological theory as an excuse for Lin Zihui to pay attention to that person.


Since Lin Zihui could be a great male protagonist, there must be something special about him.
With this reminder, as long as that person still appear in the teahouse like in the original book, he should be able to guess


And as long as he guessed it, the rest would be easy.


Now all he had to do was to pray that the person would show up in five days.


What he had to say had been said, and Qiao Wen didn't intend to stay, and was about to turn his head to call Chen Jianan to say goodbye to the people, but saw a certain pretty boy staring at him with his big dark eyes.


He was stunned and asked, “Brother Nan, what's wrong?”


Chen Jianan returned to his senses and said with emotion: “Xiao Qiao, how do you know so much? I didn't think of any of this.”


Qiao Wen: “I just give it a try, hoping that the blind cat can catch dead mice.”


Lin Zihui wrinkled his eyebrows and pondered for a moment, seemingly slowly thought about it: “I think Awen has made a lot of sense, so I'll keep an eye on it in the next few days.
By the way, how do I contact you?”


Chen Jianan felt that he finally came in handy tonight, and hurriedly said: “We don’t have a telephone in our house.
We will leave you a public phone, you can call and say my name or Xiao Qiao, and the boss will call us.”


Lin Zihui nodded, took out a pen and paper and handed it to him.


Qiao Wen lowered his head, glanced at Chen Jianan’s large flying stroke, it fled in random directions, seeing that the corners of his mouth twitched violently, feeling very much in line with his illiterate persona.


After some negotiation, they ate a little bit more, and the two people intended to leave.


In just over an hour, Lin Zihui had regarded the two as close friends and was reluctant to leave, he personally sent them downstairs, standing at the roadside, waving goodbye.


A violent night breeze blew, Qiao Wencer shrank his body and got on the rickshaw.
Suddenly, his eyes caught a light board above Lin Zihui, which was teetering in the wind and was about to fall.


He was originally going to remind him, but suddenly remembered that since his arrival, the plot in the original book had changed, was Lin Zihui still the coerced big man who would always hang up at that critical moment and would go everywhere with the halo overhead?


He decided to give it a try.

So, when Lin Zihui turned to enter the house, he called to stop him: “Zihui!”


Lin Zihui turned around and stood still under the shaky light sign.


Qiao Wen was actually a little nervous, if Lin Zihui’s halo was not there, he might have become a murderer.


He smiled at him from a distance, and said: “Contact in time if you have anything.”


“Yeah.” Lin Zihui nodded and waved vigorously.


Qiao Wen stared at the light sign nervously, and when he saw it was about to fall off, someone in the teahouse suddenly shouted “Ahui”.


“Eh, uncle!” Lin Zihui responded and hurriedly turned and ran inside.


As soon as he got inside the door, the billboard fell on the ground with a clatter.
It happened to fall exactly where he was just standing, missing it by just two seconds.


Qiao Wen was startled slightly, and then heaved a sigh of relief.
Student Lin really had a halo.


Chen Jianan didn’t know that Qiao Wen beside him had done a big deal in just a few seconds, but was startled by the movement of the light board falling, and he whispered: “It’s dangerous! The four-eyed boy was almost smashed.”


Qiao Wen chuckled lightly and told the coachman: “Let’s go!”


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Today’s is a long day and night~

Brother Nan: I feel like I'm gonna be a lay-up winner!

Xiao Qiao: Think too beautiful!

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