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"I say, I say, I don't know where the key is missing, I just suspect the dead man. I have no idea where I really lost it, but I'm sure it was in this area. Since I don't have the key to get in, I can't go to the landlord, who is a very difficult person to deal with. I had to sleep at my girlfriend's house at night. To be honest, I didn't want to go to my girlfriend's house. My girlfriend's parents didn't have any good looks when they saw that I was a poor student. Because of this, I didn't want to stay at my girlfriend's house during the day, so I went to the cemetery to look for a place to read.

After Li Chunhua left, Ding Wei noticed the wanderer lying on his stomach in a corner of the cemetery, sleeping peacefully, as if nothing in the world had anything to do with him. Several times Dingwei wanted to go over and talk to him, but she was worried that she would disturb his sweet dreams. After waiting for a long time, Ding Wei did not see the wanderer willing to climb out of the quilt. He was hungry and had to go to the restaurant to fill his stomach, but when he got full and went back to the place, the wanderer was gone. For the next few days, when he went there at more than eight o'clock, the wanderers were supposed to be sleeping there. After following the wanderer for some time, he began to wonder about the idea he had in mind, and he began to think about the wanderer in front of him. But when he thought about it, he felt that it was impossible. If a wanderer killed Li Youchun, what was the motive? However, when he carefully sorted through each step again, he found that everyone else had ruled out the possibility of a crime. The only thing that made sense was the homeless. The question was, if the vagrant had a motive, why didn't he run away and sleep here, what difference did it make to waiting for the police to come after him?

There was no other way out, and Dingway felt determined to investigate the homeless man.

Therefore, he decided to first investigate the background of this homeless person. There were many rumours about the origin of the homeless people. One of them was that the homeless people had wandered out as a teenager, that they had no parents, that they had come alone to Changsha, that they had never married or had children, and that they had been wandering all the time.

In recent days, the tramp's health began to deteriorate, leading a life of picking up junk everywhere for a living. This year, the homeless could no longer pick up junk, nor did they look for a way to earn a living. "I think I know I'm going to die."

I've never seen a homeless person with a fixed place to stay, which is usually "sleeping where you want to go." Sometimes, it was under the bridge. "The more frequent accommodation is under a tiled building that has been abandoned for a long time." In a corner, he crawled in to sleep, and then crawled out after sleeping. "

The tile house was an abandoned factory. The factory was surrounded by a wall. There was no entrance or exit. The tramp had moved the bricks of the construction site up to the top of the stairs, and within the walls a nearly rotten wooden ladder had been brought in for easy access over the wall. Climbing over the wall was the former home of the homeless.

It was said that the homeless had spent the winter here the year before. When the weather was cold, the quilts were not thick enough, and there were always poor rice bottles and cigarettes for two or three dollars a pack beside the straw mat.

As a result of the reconstruction of the factory, the homeless were moved to the cemetery last year. There was a big garbage dump a hundred meters away from the cemetery. The rubbish inside was piled up like a mountain, and it had been fermented for a long time. It gave off a strong stench, and the leachate from the garbage kept flowing into the farmland and fish ponds downstream. The sand wall that had been used to block the leachate had been washed away by the rain, and now the blackened leachate could flow directly into the fish pond. As a result, the former ponds had been abandoned and the former fishermen had been moved away. In this way, it became a good place for the homeless to frequent.

After the murder case, everyone started discussing about how the murderer was extremely violent and as strong as an ox. In just a few minutes, he had strangled a young man to death. Naturally, no one doubted the frail wanderers.

The tramp said he was the murderer, and people laughed at him for being a lunatic and did not take his words seriously.

Ding Wei, on the other hand, felt that his words had some truth to them. Twinkle tried to get close to the tramp several times, but the tramp was alert. His left hand was wrapped around the wound, something that had happened in the past few days. No one knew what had happened to his hand. He refused to see or be helped in the worst of times.

Now he seemed to be very ill, and as he walked without strength and lay motionless on the ground, Dingwei went over and sat down beside him and touched his forehead and found that the homeless man was having a high fever.

"Uncle, you're sick. I'll take you to the hospital."

He waved his hand. "No need."

There was no helping it, Ding Wei called Yang Xue to give him a shot. The afternoon was much better, and Ding Wei bought a box of rice for him to eat.

Gradually, the wanderers lost their animosity towards him. In addition to sleeping until nine o'clock every day, he also had a place to go in the afternoon, which was to do some paper work for the owner of a nearby paper money shop. In the places that he frequented, there was another thing that he needed to find, and that was to bring a poor bottle of liquor. Liquor is not for drinking, but for bathing and scrubbing the body. He had been in this habit for more than a decade. He didn't know when it would start, but he felt a strange pain in his body. As long as he used alcohol to wipe it off, he would feel slightly more comfortable.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"When I saw you, I thought of my father. If only he were still alive."

"Some people are alive, but he is dead. "What does the world mean to him?"

"As long as a person is alive, he will be able to see good things. He will also be able to remember good things from the past, and he will also be able to imagine a beautiful future. Even if he is unable to do these things, or even disdained to do them, at least his physical body is still alive. "Come on, I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up." Ding Wei was going to pull a tramp.

"Young man, I don't have much of a life left. "Don't worry about me." The tramp shook off Ding Wei with a flick of his hand.

Ding Wei was taken aback. Although the homeless guy looked very sick on the outside, his hands were very strong. It seemed that he had every possibility of killing Li You Chun.

"No. I want to take you to a medical examination. No matter what you think, you have at least an understanding of your body before you go. "Come on, take a bath first."

Without a word, Ding Wei dragged him to a nearby rented room and had him take a hot bath.

After taking a bath, Dingwei asked him to change into a clean set of clothes and asked Yang Xue to do a full physical examination in the hospital. During blood sampling, it was discovered unexpectedly that there was a high level of tin in the tramp's blood. Heavy metal poisoning is nothing but lead, cadmium, mercury or arsenic, tin poisoning rarely occurs. Where did the tin in his body come from?

During the medical examination, the tramp told him that he actually had a name. His name was Liu Liangyu. It was just that no one had called him by that name for many years, and he was used to living a life where no one called him by that name.

The doctor told Ding Wei, "Liu Liangyu liver cancer in the late stage, you prepare for the aftermath."

Ding Wei was greatly shocked.

Liu Liangyu's eyes were very indifferent, "I told you, young man, you don't have to do such meaningless things. I just want to enjoy myself in peace for a few days without anyone disturbing me. "

"No, that is what I would like to do. "I can't help you much, but at least I let you know that there are people in this world who would care about you."

Upon hearing this, Liu Liangyu's tears flowed. He looked at Ding Wei and said, "Actually, I already knew why you came to find me."

"What?"

"You want to know who killed Li Youchun."

Ding Wei was taken aback, but he did not say anything. This was because he knew that this old man was going to reveal some important information.

Liu Liangyu continued, "I've been smoking for a long time, can you help me buy a pack of cigarettes?"

Ding Wei nodded. He bought a pack of white sand cigarettes and a gas lighter from a nearby store.

The old man lit a cigarette with his lighter, as if he had not enjoyed this taste in a long time. He took a long, beautiful drag and blew a long smoke ring into the air.

"I want to ask you a few questions, okay?"

"Yes."

"There was a college student who hit you, was there?"

"Yes, he wants my territory to study. Tell me first, why should I leave? Why does he look down on us lowly people?"

"You stole the key from his pants?"

"It's not stealing, it's Na."

"Why are you doing this?"

"I want him to bow his head to me one day."