"What is your relationship with Liang Hao?"

"I'm his landlord."

"When did he start renting your house?"

"It was probably in March last year. The previous tenant quit the lease and returned to his hometown. It was the off-season around the Chinese New Year, so he simply stayed empty for a while. After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, I asked my aunt to clean the house and then put the house up for sale.

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"How long has he been signed to you?"

"The contract was signed for one year, with three payments and one deposit. After one year expired, I gave him an increase of 200 yuan. It used to be 1,500 yuan a month, but now it is 1,770 yuan. I didn't sign it again.

We have agreed that if he doesn't want to rent, he can just tell me one month in advance and I will refund the deposit to him."

"How did he pay the rent to you?"

"Forward me on WeChat. They will take care of the water and electricity bills themselves. Occasionally, if something breaks or the water pipe is blocked, they will call me and I will go check it out."

"When was the last time you saw him?"

"Let me think about it, about a month ago, the person who lived in the room next to him was the little Zou who just left. He wanted to apply for a residence permit, so I went to write a certificate for him."

"Did he have any unusual behavior at that time?"

"I just said hello. I went there in the evening, around eight or nine o'clock, and he just came back from get off work. Xiao Zou and I were in the living room. After chatting for a few words, he went back to his room."

"What did we talk about?"

"We talked about housing prices for a while. The houses in my community have increased a lot recently."

"How is his relationship with another tenant Zou Zhichao?"

"Xiao Zou just moved in this year and has only lived here for more than two months. I haven't found any conflicts between them."

"Any other information to add?"

"there is none left."

"Is the above true?"

"true."

"Can you look at the transcript and see if it's the same as what you said?"

Jiang You took the transcript handed over by Ji Feng and glanced through it quickly, "Yes, the same."

"Okay," Ji Feng took back the transcript, "You can leave first."

Jiang You stood up, walked out of the recording room, walked along the corridor, passed through the hall, and walked out of the building.

The scorching midday sun fell directly on his head and shoulders.

After walking through the green belt, walking out of the gate of Yushui Police Station, crossing the intersection, and reaching the corner of the street, Jiang You paused.

He took out a green candy box from his pocket, pushed open the opening of the candy box with his thumb, shook it, poured out two mints, and put them into his mouth.

At nine o'clock this morning, Jiang You received a notice asking him to go to Yushui Police Station to make a record.

His tenant Liang Hao jumped from the 37th floor of Xinwan Building at three o'clock in the morning yesterday. At four o'clock in the morning, sanitation workers discovered Liang Hao's body.

Before receiving the notice, Jiang You found out about it through Moments.

Someone anonymously broke the news that Liang Hao committed suicide due to excessive overtime work, high pressure, conflicts with his boss, and depression. It is said that on the night of Liang Hao's suicide, he had stayed up three consecutive all-nighters for a new project.

For a time, programmers working overtime became a hot topic, triggering a big discussion on Weibo and Zhihu in the circle of friends. The place where he worked, Xiaocha Technology Co., Ltd., became a target. The social account of Li Jia, the leader of his department, also

After being exposed, the influx of doubts and abuse forced Li Jia to close the private message and comment functions.

Some conspiracy theory enthusiasts participated in the derivation and analysis of the incident. They demonstrated that because Li Jia wanted to take away the credit from Liang Hao, they had a dispute. During the dispute, Li Jia pushed Liang Hao downstairs.

Some kind-hearted netizens began to organize donations. Other netizens with legal background began to analyze how Liang Hao’s family could seek compensation from Xiaocha Company.

Article after article with different angles and different entry points, but the same shocking and eye-catching titles occupy various content platforms.

The coolness of mint spreads in the mouth, diluting the heat.

Jiang You looked towards the Xinwan Building not far away. The sunlight reflected from the glass curtain wall pierced his eyes. He raised his hand to block his forehead.

In a daze, it seemed like a black spot was passing above the Xinwan Building.

Jiang You squinted his eyes, and when he looked again, there was nothing on the top of the building except a few thin clouds that were dyed golden by the sun. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then turned a corner and headed towards Lanlan, the community where Liang Hao rented.

Walk towards Xinyuan.

On the sharp corner of the roof of Xinwan Building, stood a girl with long black hair, wearing a white shirt, a dark blue suspender skirt, and a ribbon of the same color at the collar.

In her hand she held a wooden scimitar.

The strong wind on the roof blew her hair and skirt.

Lanxinyuan is very close to Xinwan Building, about 20 minutes' walk. It is a demolition and resettlement community. Jiang You has three houses in it, one large and two small. They have all been rented out, and only one is vacant.

The room is kept as a spare.

Usually, he lives in the hotel.

The name of the shop is Chongwu. It is located on Wenhua Street next to Wenfeng Park. It sells postcards. After the customer selects the postcards and stamps, he will agree with him on which day to send them, and then waits to receive them one day in the future.

A text written by my past self.

He has rental income and owns his own shop.

He sleeps until noon every day, goes to the store next door to eat a bowl of noodles or a bowl of rice, then goes for a walk in the park, and then opens the business when he comes back. Compared with programmers who work a lot of overtime and have a high salary, he can be regarded as living in retirement early.

days.

Half an hour later, Jiang You walked to the apartment building where Liang Hao rented and climbed to the fifth floor.

The door was not closed, it was ajar.

Jiang You pushed the door open and walked in.

Hearing the noise, a man with gray hair and a slightly stooped body walked out of the room.

He looked at Jiang You with some confusion.

"I am Liang Hao's landlord," Jiang You introduced himself, "Just call me Xiao Jiang. Are you Liang Hao's parents?"

The man nodded.

Liang's mother followed Liang's father out of the room.

His steps were staggering and his face was haggard.

"Xiao Jiang..." Father Liang opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Jiang You walked into the living room. The floor was a little dirty and there were seven or eight plastic chairs of different colors.

At this time, the door was pushed open again. Jiang You turned around and saw a young woman with a plain face, short hair, wearing a light yellow T-shirt and dark jeans walked in. She was holding a black bag in her hand.

After seeing Jiang You, she was obviously stunned. She raised her head and looked through Jiang You's shoulders to Liang's father and Liang's mother.

"He is Haozi's landlord." Liang's mother said.

"Oh, oh..." Xiao Chen glanced at Jiang You, "I'm here to help..."

"Xiao Chen has been running for us," Mother Liang said. She wiped her eyes and sighed: "We don't know where to go or who to look for..."

Xiao Chen walked to Mother Liang, she pulled up two chairs, placed them next to Father Liang and Mother Liang, and helped them sit down.

"I'll get you a glass of water." Xiao Chen said.

She walked into the kitchen.

There were several packages of instant noodles and a bag of disposable cups on the kitchen counter. Xiao Chen took out four cups.

"What is your relationship with Liang Hao?"

Xiao Chen raised her head and saw Jiang You standing behind her.
Chapter completed!