At the entrance of Alley Three in the old city, there is Qinji Tea Shop.
It has been closed for eleven years and the door has never been locked.
Win Nguyen goes to the Old City every week. Standing opposite Qin Ji, put a can of very cheap tea. If you don't go in, you won't say why.
Jiang Yi didn't ask. He only knew that this case was related to the old city. It has something to do with the cup of tea Chen Hongshan drank before his death.
That cup of tea is warm. It's like someone poured it in advance and waited for him for a long time.
"You go to the old city every week and wait for someone?"
"Wait for someone, you may never wait for someone."
"If one day I get behind that door first, will you follow me?"
"No. I'll hold the door open for you."
It rained for many days. The old city is getting closer.
Some people have been gone for many years, but in fact they have never left.
Jiang Yi, a ruffian on the outside and honest on the inside, has a soft-spoken and soft-hearted person, vs. Wen Ruan, a forensic doctor who is bright and cold, dull in life and stable at work.
