Chapter 3: Promise with your body, the plan failed

It's consistent with the logo on his backpack yesterday.

Shen Zhouyi stopped at the gate, and his cell phone kept vibrating.

——Song Rongyan: The air ticket has been booked for you. The flight will be back immediately at 5:30 this afternoon.

——Song Rongyan: It seems that I have to buy you a huge amount of insurance. Your unafraid of death and being dying will not guarantee that I will become a beneficiary one day.

——Song Rongyan: An artist who is hilarious is more valuable than living. "Smile"

Shen Zhouyi rubbed his stiff hands, slid the screen to message, and smiled slowly.

Song Rongyan, a popular female star with a venomous mouth and a beautiful appearance.

She is a bad friend who has lived a life and is a must-have friend with her from her teens to her twenties.

The incident of her death and losing contact yesterday probably made Song Rongyan want to take her to take her life with a knife.

Shen Zhouyi lowered his head and replied.

[I'm still waiting for you to eat your mat in decades, don't curse me.]

Reply finished.

Someone came over next to him, a man, a person from the charge rescue team.

Seeing Shen Zhouyi looking at the door, he stepped forward and asked, "Hello, is there anything wrong?"

Shen Zhouyi raised his head in the foggy sky and glanced at the other person's chest mark, No. 37.

She put away her cell phone and glanced at the building inside: "I would like to ask, No. 22, is he here?"

The other party was slightly surprised and looked her up and down.

It’s clear: “You were the one trapped in the rain forest yesterday, right? Shen Zhouyi?”

Shen Zhouyi lamented that everyone was in a bad mood and pursed her lips: "...Yes, I want to see No. 22."

The man shrugged, a little regretful: "I'm afraid there is no chance, he left in the early morning."

After saying that, he said again: "Resign."

What it means.

There is no possibility of meeting again.

Shen Zhouyi couldn't help but feel a moment in a trance.

The coat in his hand also became heavy.

There is a kind of indescribable disappointment.

But this thought didn't last long, and she nodded politely: "Okay, then I won't disturb you."

She has always been free and easy.

Fate between people is determined by heaven.

Since I can't see you now, I will only be strangers in the future.

It doesn’t matter who your surname is.

As for the inexplicable promise to you...

That's awful.

The first confession was the ending of this down-and-out ending.

The only feeling is-

Fortunately, I was not explicitly rejected.

It's a bit embarrassing, but a little bit happy.

After all, it was her crazy remarks, which had nothing to do with Shen Zhouyi, who was sober.

...

The plane landed, and after a few minutes of gliding in the cold night, it arrived at its destination, Yongcheng.

Winter is approaching and the cold is chilly.

Just left the airport VIP channel.

Shen Zhouyi received a call from her assistant Ming Yao.

This is the seventh call she called.

Shen Zhouyi wrapped her neckline tightly with the cold wind and answered: "What's wrong with making so many calls?"

Ming Yao's voice couldn't help panic, "Sister Yi, are you still at the airport?"

Shen Zhouyi looked down at his feet wearing large slippers, and clumsyly adjusted his standing posture: "Just come out, go to the gallery later, is there something urgent to do?"

Ming Yao was at a loss: "Sister Yi, actually, there were several policemen coming to the gallery today, saying that you were involved in one thing-"

"Shen Zhouyi."

Amid the noise of people coming and going, a few people suddenly walked to her with a strong sense of purpose and interrupted Mingyao's words on the other end of the phone. Some of them were dressed casually, some were wearing uniforms, and their outfits were eye-catching enough, and there were many people around them looking sideways.

The leader showed Shen Zhouyi's ID.

"We are the DC District Criminal Police Detachment. My name is Huang Heyang. A murder occurred near Jinjiang Building at around 7 o'clock tonight. It has some involvement with you. Please cooperate with our investigation."

Shen Zhouyi glanced at the ID, and Ming Yao's more shocked voice was in the receiver. She was calm and knew that it was useless to ask more questions, so she nodded: "Okay."

The police car parked outside the aisle.

Whether Shen Zhouyi knew the reason or not, he had to cooperate with him.

As for the murder case-

She is in Motuo these days, so there is nothing to panic about.

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I took a free police car and saved taxi fare and returned to the main urban area.

DC District Criminal Police Detachment.

Next door is the department of the jurisdiction.

Not far apart.

Shen Zhouyi was taken to the inquiry room for questions.

Huang Heyang is the captain of the Criminal Police Detachment. He is around forty years old and has a calm attitude: "Don't be nervous, I just want to ask a few questions."

He looked at Shen Zhouyi, whose foot was injured. She had not recovered yet, her face was slightly pale, and she was sick and delicate.

A pair of beautiful eyes are as gentle as water.

The tone of conversation with her could not help but whisper in control.

"Where are you in these two days?"

"Motuo." Shen Zhouyi was neither humble nor arrogant, and cooperated to reply: "A county town in the snow."

“How long have you been there?”

"About a week."

"Do you know a man named Chen Xu?"

“It sounds familiar.”

"Recalling again, the clues about this person."

Shen Zhouyi's eyebrows were gathered, his brain was running at high speed, and almost a minute passed.

She suddenly realized: "There is such a person. When I was in Country Y, he bought my paintings and met once. That should have happened five months ago. What's wrong with him?"

Huang Heyang stared at her and guessed: "He was the dead man who was killed near Jinjiang Building tonight. He was dismembered and took away one of his left arm. No fragments of his arm were found yet-"

Shen Zhouyi subconsciously made up a form in his mind.

The lips were pursed, as if, if possible, they wanted to show her a picture of the corpse on the scene.

Huang Heyang also knew that this kind of picture was too cruel for a young girl, so he said, "The reason why I called you here."

"It's because the only suspicious object left at the scene was a photo. We checked Ms. Shen's public portfolio. The printed photo was a painting that Ms. Shen, you exhibited last year." The person next to Huang Heyang handed over a photo sealed with a transparent evidence bag.

It is indeed her painting in the photo.

It was the painting that Chen Xu bought five months ago.

Behind the photo, there is a line of words.

It is erratic and irregular: it is a mess, and it is not worth mercy to die.

Shen Zhouyi pursed her lips and pondered for a long time, and said helplessly: "I don't know about this, nor do I know what the interpersonal relationships behind Chen Xu are like. I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't provide you with any help."

People you have met and those you have associated with you are brutally killed and dismembered, and you cannot feel relaxed.

Huang Heyang also knows it.

Although Shen Zhouyi was involved because of the painting in the photo, she actually had little to do with this matter. At most, one of the investigation cases may be considered as the hub where the murderer might be searched.

Since she had no idea.

It is not convenient to continue to stay.

I can only send someone away after a routine question.

After getting off the plane, Shen Zhouyi arrived at the Criminal Police Detachment for a rigorous questioning. More than an hour had passed, and it was ten o'clock in the night.

While Mingyao was there, he drove a car outside the criminal police brigade.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!