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The fist is the last word.

Only when the other party understands that he can't beat you will he give in.

As for why you asked Boss Hao to come over?

the reason is simple.

As for the identity of the real murderer, it is just my guess now.

Only he, a person closely related to the fire, can verify whether my speculation is correct.

If it's not right, I can make adjustments in time and use the remaining time to continue investigating.

Lao Cao looked at me blankly, not knowing what I wanted.

I said impatiently: "Can't you understand people?"

"I'll fight now!"

Lao Cao glanced at Li Xiaohei above his head and carefully took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

Dial a number and go out.

It took a while before the call was connected.

"Mr. Hao, I'm sorry it's so late. Yes, the murderer has been found."

"You'll come over right away, okay."

Lao Cao hung up the phone and smiled at me: "Brother, I also called, right?"

Snapped!

I snapped my fingers.

Li Xiaohei let go of Lao Cao's temple, jumped up lightly, and disappeared into the darkness.

Lao Cao breathed a long sigh of relief.

After putting away his things and closing the wooden box, he looked at me and asked: "Well, little brother, can I ask, what on earth are you going to do?"

"Didn't I tell you to find the murderer who set the fire?" I said calmly.

"You don't have a grudge against Mr. Hao, do you?" He carefully observed my expression.

"If I had a grudge against him, how could I help him find the murderer?" I glanced sideways at Lao Cao, "But you, what kind of magic did you just use?"

"I'm just a little craftsman who travels around the world. Compared with my little brother, my skills are nothing."

"What's your real name?"

"Ah? My name is Cao Yongxiong. I'm not famous in the world." Beads of sweat appeared on Lao Cao's forehead. "I'm just a lonely man, helping others to earn some living expenses."

"Do you know someone named Zhang Jianming?"

"Zhang Jianming? Never heard of it." Lao Cao thought for a moment before shaking his head. He didn't look like he was lying.

"How much do you know about Xiangongtang?"

"Little brother, please don't get me wrong. I have no contact with them! I, I haven't done anything bad."

Lao Cao explained anxiously.

I smiled coldly: "What happened to the dead volunteer?"

Lao Cao suddenly froze and was speechless.

But I'm not dealing with him now. I'll finish the business first and then settle the accounts.

I looked at the time.

It was only 1 o'clock in the morning.

There are still 3 hours left until the final extra time.

Pretty adequate.

"How long will it take for Boss Hao to arrive?"

"It should be soon. He attaches great importance to this matter." Lao Cao nodded and bowed, turning into the sloppy doorman he looked like during the day.

"Little brother, have you really found out the murderer?"

I ignored his question and said, "Are those old people not dead yet?"

"No, I just fell asleep."

"Very well, wake them up and gather them in the activity room."

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

Lao Cao hesitated for a moment, but after looking at my face, he didn't dare to refuse.

He put away the white wax at the door of the dormitory, entered the dormitory and didn't know what he did to the old people. The old people woke up one after another.

Of course, Director Yang also woke up.

"Lao Cao, hurry up, something happened" were the first words she said when she saw Lao Cao.

"Stop talking, I know!" Lao Cao stared at her.

"That's him, Lao Cao, hurry up and deal with him!" She shouted quickly when she saw me outside the door.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Lao Cao was so frightened that he quickly suppressed her voice. "The little volunteer brother has found the murderer of the fire. Mr. Hao is on his way here."

"What?"

Director Yang was a little confused.

"Don't be stunned, let's take the old people to the activity room. If you still want to live, do as I say!"

Lao Cao gave her a subtle wink.

She seemed to understand something and restrained herself.

The switch is open.

The lights come on in the nursing home.

The elevator is running again.

The nervous old man was locked in the activity room.

More than half an hour.

A car honked outside the nursing home.

Lao Cao trotted to open the door.

The car drove directly to the door of the building and came to a screeching halt.

The car door opened and a man in his 30s stepped out.

"Old Cao, who is the murderer?"

"Mr. Hao, please go to the activity room first. The old people are waiting for you there." Lao Cao could only say this.

"wait for me?"

The man sneered and strode into the building.

Squeak——

The activity room door was pushed open.

The man faced the doubtful and uneasy looks of the old people and walked in.

"It's been three years, are you finally willing to admit it?" He gritted his teeth and said solemnly.

Under the cold white light, he was dressed in a black suit, looking like a vengeful god of death.

He was thin, with red bloodshot eyes, and a tense face. At first glance, he looked like a stern person.

On his neck, which was covered by the collar, a few hideous scars from the fire were faintly exposed, which added to his aura of violence.

The old people looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Not knowing whether it was guilt or fear, he lowered his head.

"Old Cao, who is the murderer?"

"Mr. Hao, the murderer was actually found by the volunteer. He will explain it to you." Lao Cao gestured in my direction.

"volunteer?"

Only then did Mr. Hao notice me sitting at a table next to him.

"Hello, Mr. Hao." I nodded slightly to him.

"Who are you? How did you find the murderer?"

"I'm just a kind-hearted volunteer. You don't need to thank me too much. Just give me a few hundred thousand." I smiled.

Mr. Hao paused and cast an angry look at Lao Cao and Director Yang.

Director Yang lowered his head.

"Mr. Hao, he is not an ordinary person. Please listen to him first." Lao Cao did not dare to offend.

"You want money?" Mr. Hao restrained his emotions and looked at me coldly, "It's okay if you want money, but you'd be too naive if you think you can just find an excuse to fool me!"

"How is that possible? I am the most honest person! I would never do that kind of thing!" I looked serious.

"Who is the murderer?"

After waiting for three years, Mr. Hao's patience was very limited.

"Don't worry, let me tell you some interesting things first."

There was a magnetic whiteboard in the activity room, and I pulled it to the middle.

I took out a marker and drew ten circles on it.

In each circle, write a word that represents ten different people.

Then, I tapped my pen on the whiteboard, cleared my throat, and started talking.

"Back then, your father, Director Hao, made the pesticide factory flourish."

"There are ten employees in the factory."

"It stands to reason that if the factory is developing well, they should be happy."

"But secretly, they are not like that."

"Everyone has his or her own little Jiujiu."

Having said this, I glanced at the nine old people in the room.

Expressions vary.

"There was one person who was particularly unconvinced. He always felt that he should be the factory director."

"He worked very hard and did a lot for the position of factory director!"

"Right, Deputy Director Yao Guoliang?"

I looked at Yao Guoliang with a smile, as if a teacher was calling his name during class.

Yao Guoliang, who had a crooked nose and a slanted mouth, struggled to avoid my gaze.

"Is he the murderer?" Mr. Hao's eyes suddenly turned cold.