"I seem to have seen you on TV. You are that one...what is that one's name? Chi Chenguang? Really? Are you Chi Chenguang's son?"
Someone was talking in his ear, but the voice was vague and hard to hear clearly. Zhou Song opened his eyelids hard and looked at the young man squatting in front of him. He was about fourteen or fifteen years old, and his height and age were already much higher than his own. The young man looked relaxed and lively.
, as if he was not kidnapped and imprisoned in this dilapidated and abandoned warehouse, but happened to pass by and ran in to explore.
The boy's hands were wrapped with several loops of rope, which was originally tied to another corner. The other end of the rope was tied to a rusty wall nail. But he pulled off the loose wall nail and used his fingers that could still move to untie it.
The rope that binds the feet,
He walked up to Zhou Song quietly with his waist bent, chattering nonstop, and soon woke up Zhou Song who was about to fall asleep.
"But I can't remember your name. My name is Han Feilu. What's your name? You seem to be in pain. Is the rope tied too tight? Let me loosen it for you."
He wanted to untie the rope around Zhou Song's wrist, but Zhou Song avoided his hand and said feebly: "Don't touch me."
They were locked up in a dark old warehouse. There was only a window nearly two meters high on the east wall. Outside the window, it was cloudy and windy, and dim skylight poured in through the window. Their faces were sunk in the gray and gloomy air.
Inside, it was hazy and blurry, but the pair of dark eyes on Han Feilu's face were exceptionally bright, like two diamonds embedded in them, hard and translucent.
He didn't mind Zhou Song's bad attitude at all, and touched Zhou Song's forehead, "You have a fever, it's so hot. How long have you had the fever?"
Zhou Song was upset and angry, so he simply closed his eyes and ignored him, keeping his eyes out of sight.
Han Feilu: "Hey, hey, hey, wake up, don't fall asleep, let's escape quickly."
Zhou Song: "...Escape?"
Han Feilu motioned him to look up, "Did you see that window? You can climb out by stepping on my shoulders."
The window is very high, but if someone steps on it, they can indeed climb out. However, the window is narrow, and a slightly larger person will definitely be stuck. Zhou Song glanced at him and said, "You can't climb out."
Han Feilu: "I know, I'll let you dig out. Hurry, hurry, before those people outside find out."
He stood up and leaned on the wall and bent down, but when he saw Zhou Song was indifferent, he hurriedly said: "Hurry up."
Zhou Song looked at him calmly: "I don't want to go out."
Han Feilu: "Why? Do you want to burn yourself into a fool? Let me tell you, a fever will burn out your brain. And if you have such a severe fever, you may burn to death."
The corners of Zhou Song's lips trembled, as if he wanted to laugh, but he was too weak to laugh: "That's great."
The door suddenly opened, and a man with a hood walked in. He was holding a machete in his left hand, and a heavy iron chain with a lock on it in his right hand. Rain was dripping all over his body, and the thick-soled military boots on his feet were stained on the cement.
Wet footprints were left on the ground. He walked up to Han Feilu and asked, "Why didn't you tell us that your dad is a policeman?"
Compared with him, Han Feilu was very thin, but he was not afraid at all. He bared two rows of white teeth like a small animal: "Why should I tell you that my father is a policeman?"
Before he could finish his words, Han Feilu was kicked in the chest and hit the wall. His shoulder blades were almost shattered, and his chest and back hurt.
The man said: "If you mess up this business, I will chop you into pieces."
The only target they kidnapped this time was Zhou Song. It was because their new accomplice was not very efficient at work and made a lot of noise while kidnapping people in the alley. Han Feilu happened to be passing by and acted bravely without any explanation. They could only
He knocked Han Feilu unconscious and took him away.
Han Feilu grimaced in pain, holding his heart like a beauty, unable to straighten his waist. Sihasha gasped: "The child has a fever and is going to burn to death."
Zhou Song was helpless and slumped in the corner, his face as white as paper, his eyes unfocused, and a layer of cold sweat seeping out of his forehead.
Han Feilu said again: "You'd better send him to see a doctor quickly. If he burns to death, not only will you not get a penny, but you will also get an extra penalty. My dad said that kidnapping only means jail time, but murder means jail time."
He has to be shot. Hey, hey, hey, what are you still hesitating about? I'm still here. Anyway, you have two hostages. You can get money just as much as you let one go."
I don’t know what he said to convince the kidnappers. The rope around Zhou Song’s feet was cut, and a fat raincoat was put on him.
Then he was taken out of the warehouse by the kidnappers.
After walking out of the warehouse, the heavy rain had not stopped. Zhou Song turned around and saw Han Feilu curled up on the ground holding his stomach, grinning weakly: "See you later."
The warehouse door was closed, and Zhou Song got into a van, not knowing where he was being taken. But he was no longer afraid, because he had just learned from Han Feilu the bravery that no one had ever taught him.
' and 'hope'. Han Feilu was right. He had a high fever at that time. If he did not receive treatment in time, he would be in danger. He was taken to a small private clinic, took medicine and injected, and lay down
I fell asleep on the damp and slightly greasy hospital bed. When I woke up again, I was already in the hospital.
Through conversations between adults, he learned that not long after he fell asleep in the clinic, the police had secretly surrounded the warehouse. All three kidnappers were arrested and Han Feilu was rescued, but one policeman suffered a serious injury.
Gunshot wound. He also knew that the injured policeman was Han Feilu's father. When he was discharged from the hospital, he passed by the operating room and saw Han Feilu, his grandparents and mother standing in front of the operating room from a distance, with the family nestled in each other's arms.
Together, holding each other's hands. It seemed that there was a force that tightly tied them to the person who was undergoing surgery inside, and even death could not separate them.
Zhou Song wanted to say something to Han Feilu, such as saying thank you. But he was surrounded by bodyguards, and the old housekeeper Cang Shu put his hand on his shoulder and pushed him forward. He and Han Feilu rubbed
They passed each other like people from different worlds. A few days later, he learned that Han Feilu's father had been rescued and his life was saved, but his left leg was permanently disabled. After that, he never saw Han Feilu again.
Lu and Yucheng are very big, and the world is very big. They live in their own worlds without any intersection.
It wasn't until fifteen years later that a recurring kidnapping case caused them to meet again unexpectedly in the vast crowd. As for why he paid so much attention to Hong Yibai's case, perhaps it was because he was the same age as Hong Yibai when he was kidnapped, only 10 years old.
. He is lucky. Both Han Feilu and the police are doing their best to help him. He just hopes that Hong Yibai is as lucky as himself.
Before this good fortune was passed on, the most important thing at the moment was to quickly open the windows of this lounge to ventilate and disperse the smell, otherwise the residual smell of instant noodles would make his nose itchy and his stomach would feel nauseated.
Zhou Song opened all the windows, picked up a document from the printer and fanned the air in front of him. Before the smell was gone, the door was pushed open, and Han Feilu walked in with a bucket of instant noodles. Zhou Song
Upon seeing this, he immediately frowned and covered his nose with the document.
Seeing him like this, Han Feilu stood there and didn't know whether he should advance or retreat, "This is your lunch."
Zhou Song: "I won't eat it, thank you."
Han Feilu continued to walk in, but Zhou Song stepped back repeatedly. He saw that Zhou Song was avoiding the instant noodles in his hand, so he picked up a chair and placed it at the door, and sat at the door far away to eat the bucket of instant noodles.
Noodles. "Our workplace cafeteria runs out of food after dinner time. If you don't want to eat instant noodles, just order takeout."
Zhou Song also took a chair and sat by the window. Although he and Han Feilu were in the same room, they tried to keep as far away from each other as possible. "No, I'm not hungry."
Han Feilu turned his head and looked at him. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and opened Meituan. He scrolled down two pages and asked, "Which one do you want, pork belly noodles or chicken mixed noodles?"
Zhou Song: "I don't eat offal or feces."
Han Feilu: "Spicy hotpot?"
Zhou Song: "Don't you think Malatang looks like kitchen waste soaked in swill?"
Han Feilu looked at him again and found a sushi restaurant: "You can always eat rice, right?"
Zhou Song: “Except fried rice and overnight rice.”
Han Feilu was speechless for the first time in his life, but he still had the patience to buy him two boxes of sushi, and then made many remarks about not wanting overnight meals. After ordering, he put his phone away and continued eating instant noodles. An hour ago,
He brought Zhou Song back and threw him into this lounge and went to the meeting. He didn't arrange for anyone to ask Zhou Song. Now that he came by himself, he still didn't draw up the draft. At this time, the atmosphere between him and Zhou Song was a bit strange.
Even though they are strangers and reunited after a long separation, it seems that they have to talk about the kidnapping case 15 years ago, but they don't know where to start.
It was Zhou Song who broke the speechless silence: "Who was driving the speedboat that night?"
Han Feilu: "A man named Fang Yaqing. He is a security guard in the city center park. It is his part-time job to drive a speedboat. He will drive it when he is not on the night shift. The speedboat driver on the night when Hong Yibai disappeared on May 5 was only
He is the only one, and if the person who took Hong Yibai away really took the water route, he can only be the suspect."
Zhou Song: "Have you found Fang Yaqing?"
Han Feilu finished eating all the noodles, put half a bucket of soup on the ground, took out a paper towel from his pocket and wiped his hands and said: "Hong Yibai has not gone to work since his accident, and is currently out of contact. We are looking for him.
's whereabouts."
Zhou Song: "His relatives and friends don't know his whereabouts?"
Han Feilu turned towards him, crossed his legs, and said, "Do you know what missing contact is? Losing contact means that he has not contacted his parents, his friends, his third aunt, his second uncle, and his neighbor's aunt. This is called
Lost contact."
Zhou Song was choked by him. Anyone else would have been annoyed, but at this moment he could laugh, "Then he must have transportation, such as a car? Otherwise, how could he take Hong Yibai away?"
Han Feilu: "He had a pickup truck and drove it to work on the day of the incident. Ten minutes ago, my people found the pickup truck at his house. The community was dilapidated and small, with poor management and a large number of non-local residents parked there.
The cameras of residents’ cars in the community are also broken, and one has a broken lens cover. Tsk, why are you laughing?”
Zhou Song leaned in his chair, holding his chin and looking at him: "What you say is really interesting."
Han Feilu proudly smoothed his hair and smiled: "I have practiced stand-up comedy. Every year at the university's New Year's Day party, my shows are saved."
The phone rang, it was the food delivery rider. Han Feilu asked the rider to wait at the door of the Public Security Bureau, and then sent a message to Mu Xuecheng, asking Mu Xuecheng to bring the takeout. After a while, Mu Xuecheng came over with the takeout.
, followed by two policewomen. The three of them stood at the door. Mu Xuecheng handed the takeaway to Han Feilu and said: "Boss, why do you think of eating sushi? Didn't you dip everything I bought for you last time?"
Why don't you eat with Lao Ganma? Lao Ganma is gone."
She was talking loudly and looking straight into the room. Every time she glanced at Zhou Song.
Policewoman Zhao Leilei handed the document in her hand to Han Feilu: "Team Han, this is Jin Tao's information."
Policewoman Zhang Yan also handed the document to Han Feilu: "This is Fang Yaqing's information."
After the three people finished their work, they all stood at the door without leaving, their eyes frequently drifting inward.
Han Feilu looked at them, then at Zhou Song, and suddenly asked: "Who can tell me how Wei Jie died?"
Mu Xuecheng: "Ah? Wei Jie? It is said that he was beaten to death because he was so beautiful."
Han Feilu nodded, pointed at Zhou Song, and asked, "Do you think he looks like Wei Jie?"
As soon as the three girls heard this, they left immediately. As soon as they left, Gu Hai came again. As soon as Gu Hai walked to the door, Han Feilu said: "Are you coming to see Wei Jie too? Come on, it will save you a glance.
.”
Gu Hai didn't know why, he was dull and upright. He looked at Han Feilu, then at Zhou Song who was sitting inside, and asked, "Who is Wei Jie?"
Zhou Song raised his hand and said with a smile: "Maybe it's me."
Gu Hai was still like a wooden pile and said solemnly: "Hello."
Han Feilu stood up and asked Gu Hai, "Is there anything going on?"
Gu Hai nodded.
Han Feilu walked out: "Go to my office and tell me. Who, Wei Jie, come over and eat your rice balls."
Zhou Song stood up and followed Han Feilu. He saw Han Feilu throwing the small takeout bag on his shoulder. Han Feilu had a straight waist and a tall posture, but he had stepped out of the underworld to fight.
.If he met Han Feilu on the street before, he would definitely walk around Han Feilu. If Han Feilu was reckless, he would most likely pull out the street lamp as a weeping willow, and then slap the passing dog twice.
He very much suspected that the show that Han Feilu performed every year at the New Year's Eve party of the police academy was not a stand-up comedy show, but a performance of 'One against ten'.
Han Feilu's office is on the sixth floor. Walk along the corridor to the end, diagonally facing the stairwell. The office is very simple, with a file cabinet, a fairly impressive desk, and a large leather chair behind the desk. The window
There are two short sofas in front of it, and a low table in the middle. There is a water dispenser in the corner. The only thing worth looking at is a large poster of a foreign rock music on the wall. Zhou Song did not expect that such a serious law enforcement agency would have such a large poster.
I was able to put up posters, so I took a second look.
Han Feilu put the sushi in the bag on the low table by the window and said, "Eat it."
Zhou Song was very unhappy with his tone, which sounded like he was feeding a dog. He sat on the sofa eating sushi, while Han Feilu and Gu Hai were chatting about work. Han Feilu sat in a leather chair, and Gu Hai sat in his office
Opposite the table, Gu Hai spoke first: "Lao Zhuobing and I split up. I went to find Jin Tao, and he went to find Fang Yaqing. Jin Tao's white Toyota with license plate number 67x2 came out of the family building of the hospital and headed straight out of the city.
Get on the expressway at the toll station, take the Yubei Expressway, and get off the expressway at the third ramp. Then it disappears from the surveillance video. I went to survey the route and found that there are several factories and supporting residential buildings about ten kilometers away from the city.
, there are also large areas of self-built houses. The probability of Jin Tao hiding Yu Jiao there is relatively high."
Han Feilu: "How was the row?"
Gu Hai: "I have left two groups of people. I don't dare to make a big fuss, so I can only arrange them slowly. If Jin Tao notices it and transfers the hostages, it will be troublesome."
Han Feilu: "Your concerns are right. You really can't be anxious. Now we have basically determined the location of the hostages. When the ransom is paid tomorrow, Jin Tao will definitely leave Yu Jiao, and it will not be too late to take action by then. Lao Zhuo Na
Where’s the side?”
Gu Hai shook his head: "We still have no direction. The place where Fang Yaqing lives is too chaotic. Hundreds of foreign cars come in and out every day. If Fang Yaqing just gets a car to move Hong Yibai, it will be enough for us to find him for several days."
Han Feilu stared thoughtfully at the table and was silent for a while, then said: "On the one hand, finding Fang Yaqing is to find out the reason why Fang Yaqing kidnapped Hong Yibai. On the other hand, are Fang Yaqing and Jin Tao accomplices?"
Gu Hai: "I checked all the signs of Fang Yaqing and Jin Tao's actions in the past six months, and found no overlapping social relationships between them. They are each other's accomplices, and the probability of kidnapping Hong Yibai and Yu Jiao is low."
Han Feilu opened Fang Yaqing's information and read it word by word, "Where was Fang Yaqing on the day Qiao Yu had the accident?"
Gu Hai: "I was about to tell you that Fang Yaqing took a day off on April 3rd and didn't go out until the evening. At 6:23 in the evening, he caught a bus bound for Shuanglong Bridge Park. At 7:14 at the Shuanglong Bridge platform
get off."
Han Feilu: "In other words, he was at the scene the night Qiao Yu had the accident?"
Gu Hai: "That should be the case. Team Han, if Qiao Yu's drowning was an accident, would it be Fang Yaqing who did it?"
Fang Yaqing's information recorded that he went to the police station to report a crime in mid-October 15 years ago. Mu Xuecheng dutifully retrieved the report records of that year. This record of the case attracted Han Feilu's attention. He read it carefully, and his expression changed.
Ding Zheng: "Find out the case files of the 128 serious cases in 2007."
He suddenly wanted to look at old cases from 2007. Gu Hai didn't know why, but he didn't ask anything and got up and went to the archives room to retrieve information.
Zhou Song slowly walked towards Han Feilu, "Case 128...is it the serial murder case in which all the victims were boys?"
Han Feilu: "How do you know?"
Zhou Song came uninvited, sat down on the chair where Gu Hai had been sitting, and said, "I saw it online. This case has not been solved yet, and the discussion on the Internet has not been low."
Fang Yaqing's information was spread out on the table, and it stopped on the page that Han Feilu was looking at just now. Zhou Song glanced at the documents on the table and asked, "Is this okay?"
Seeing Han Feilu's approval, Zhou Song turned the document to himself and did not flip through it at will. He only looked at the report record. After reading it, he raised his eyebrows slightly and showed an expression of 'that's it'.
Han Feilu: "What did you see?"
Zhou Song put his fingers on the edge of the document and pushed the document in. He seemed to not want to have anything to do with the document. "Fang Yaqing's son Fang Lei disappeared 15 years ago and his whereabouts are unknown. He has not been found. The year after his son disappeared, he
His wife divorced him, and he became a loner."
Han Feilu: "So?"
Zhou Song: "If I remember correctly, the first victim of the 128 boy murder case appeared in March 2007. It's a coincidence that the time matches up."
Han Feilu: "Do you suspect that Fang Yaqing is related to this serial murder case?"
Zhou Song: "This is your suspicion, otherwise why would you let your subordinates investigate the case file?"
Han Feilu discovered that Zhou Song and he had an unreasonable tacit understanding. They obviously didn't spend much time together, let alone understand each other. But Zhou Song always seemed to be in sync with his thinking. This was a wonderful feeling.
, like...a confidant.
Seeing that Zhou Song was so smart and keen, Han Feilu didn't mind talking to him a few more words: "Then do you think Fang Yaqing is the murderer?"
Zhou Song: "Or you should ask, is Fang Yaqing the murderer your police are looking for? First of all, you have to know who you are looking for."
Han Feilu: "Are you talking about the physical characteristics of the murderer?"
Zhou Song raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You are easier to communicate with than I thought."
This is not a nice thing to say. Han Feilu can tell that what Zhou Song means is: I thought you were stupid, but you are not that stupid. You can understand people's words. I am not playing the harp to a cow. Amitabha.
Han Feilu tried his best to ignore his condescending expression and asked, "Do you know how to profile?"
Zhou Song was very disapproving, as if he was saying that he was good at twisting bottle caps with his hands: "If you are talking about the use of statistical and inductive methods, or the psychological analysis and behavioral analysis of criminals through the reenactment of crime scenes. Yes.
, I understand, I have read a few books, read some information, and done some research on the field you call 'criminal psychology'."
Han Feilu: "Why are you studying these?"
Zhou Song glanced at the band poster on the wall: "Just like you like listening to rock music, this is my hobby."
Han Feilu: "Then tell me, who is the murderer our police are looking for?"
Zhou Song showed a cool smile that had nothing to do with him: "I won't tell."
Han Feilu: "Why?"
Zhou Song: "Psychological profiling is only a means to assist the police in investigation, and there are biases. If I say anything wrong and point you in the wrong direction, wouldn't I be in trouble? Besides, you have your own
We have a professional team of consultants. If you want to hear anything, just make a call and in less than half an hour you will get several profiles that are comparable in their own merits for you to choose from."
Han Feilu frowned and looked at him with a smile: "It really hurts my heart to hear you speak. Are you praising our consultant or scolding our consultant?"
Zhou Song said: "I don't need to praise them, nor do I need to scold them. I just know my own merits and know how to hide my clumsiness in front of superiors."
Han Feilu: "Although we have not met for a long time, I have always found you very pleasing to my eye, even though you are pretentious, arrogant and difficult to serve. I can see that you are by no means a humble person. The word "modest" applies to you.
Cangjie is really ashamed to death." He took out the cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette, and pushed the cigarette case in front of Zhou Song, "I know why you are evading, you don't want to take responsibility, and you don't want to attract our internal attention. I can tell you
Guarantee, what you said in my office will be treated as if you never said it outside of this office. I want to hear your analysis of the murderer. It’s because I have feelings for you...it’s very funny and gratuitous.
Trust. So you can say whatever you want and I'll listen, okay?"
Zhou Song looked at him and his eyes moved slightly: "Do you trust me?"
Han Feilu tapped the watch on his wrist: "It is now 5:30 in the afternoon. In half an hour, I have to go to the city bureau for a meeting to finalize the control plan for tomorrow. I only have half an hour to rest. If I don't trust you,
Will I sit here and admire your face? I’ll read some information for a while, sleep for a while, even if it’s not fun to play a game?”
Zhou Song laughed again: "Although your words are verbose, they are very interesting."
Han Feilu: "Thank you, I will go to the Happy Comedian next year." He tapped the cover of his watch again, "There are only twenty-five minutes left."
Zhou Song calmed down and thought for a moment, then said: "I have learned about the 128 serial murder case. The victims were all boys between the ages of 9 and 12. A total of 6 victims have been found so far. The first deceased appeared in March 2007.
In March, the last deceased person found by the police was 3 years ago. These children were strangled to death. There were no signs of torture on their bodies, nor were they violated. The murderer’s modus operandi was relatively stable, and he had not tortured the children. From the time the bodies were discovered,
Judging from the state of the deceased, they were well cared for. There is something unique about this case."
Han Feilu: "What's different about it?"
Zhou Song: "The murderer is most likely to be a man. This is a statistical conclusion, and it is also because women are born with maternal instincts and will not kill their children. The murderer is a man, and the victim is also a man. He was not sexually assaulted. It can be seen that the murderer is
He is not a sexually predatory killer. Since the murderer's purpose is not to obtain sexual satisfaction, it is to obtain other psychological satisfaction. To put it simply, the murderer of the 128 serial case is different from the real murderer of other cases of same-sex cannibalism. What you are looking for
The murderer is not gay or a pedophile."
Han Feilu raised his hand to interrupt him: "The victim was not violated, probably because the murderer did not have this function, and he used other methods instead of sexual assault."
Zhou Song: "Absolutely impossible."
Han Feilu: "Why are you so sure?"
Zhou Song: "Every corpse was fully clothed and laid flat when it was found, and even their hands were placed on their chests. The murderer did this to preserve the dignity of the deceased. If the murderer just wanted to get rid of them through perverted ways,
He would never treat the corpses of his victims so well if he could get sexual satisfaction from them. He would spare no effort to abuse them and humiliate them. Only in this way can he replace direct sexual assault and let the murderer get pleasure."
Han Feilu was quickly convinced by him: "Keep talking."
Zhou Song folded his hands and put them on his chest and asked, "What does this posture mean?"
This posture reminded Han Feilu of the corpse lying in the coffin: eyes closed, expression peaceful, hands folded on the chest.
Han Feilu said: "Rest in peace."
Zhou Song: "Yes, the murderer wanted the deceased to rest in peace. More specifically, he loved the deceased."
Han Feilu frowned: "Love?"
Zhou Song: "He grafted a certain kind of love onto the deceased. I guess he held a funeral for the victim alone after the death of the victim. Even the reason why he killed was to give those children a funeral so that they could rest in peace. And this
This kind of behavior seems to be to make up for it. Because it couldn't be done before, it is necessary to create conditions to do it now."
Han Feilu: "Who do you want to make up for?"
Zhou Song smiled and said, "Actually, you already have the answer."
Han Feilu looked down at Fang Yaqing's information and said in a deep voice: "In 2006, his son Fang Lei was lost, his whereabouts are unknown, and his life and death are uncertain - Fang Yaqing wants to make up for his son? But how can he be sure that his son is dead?"
Zhou Song: "It has been missing for a year and has not been found. It is a narrow escape. Whether his son is alive or dead, it is dead to him because his son left him."
Han Feilu: "What's going on with Qiao Yu?"
Zhou Song raised his head slightly and cast his gaze high, his eyes filled with helpless compassion: "It was just an accident."
The murderer wanted to catch Qiao Yu, but Qiao Yu escaped and fell into the water - it was just an accident.
At 6 o'clock, Han Feilu set off for the city bureau on time. He sent Zhou Song to the gate of the Public Security Bureau and said: "We have contacted Fang Yaqing's ex-wife. She will return to Yucheng tomorrow. You have been following me for a long time. Thank you for your hard work.
Already."
Zhou Song said: "It's really hard, so I won't thank you for treating me to sushi."
Gu Hai drove out the car and parked it on the side of the road. Han Feilu glanced at the car and then at Zhou Song, "Do you have an answer to your second question now?"
Zhou Song: "Why did Hong Yibai go to Shuanglong Bridge alone?"
Han Feilu: "Yes, this is very important. The relationship between Jin Tao and Yu Jiao is unusual. If it is true as you said, Jin Tao still likes Yu Jiao, why would he choose to kidnap Yu Jiao when she was about to give birth? Is it possible to torment a pregnant woman like this?
He doesn't care about the life and death of Yu Jiao and the child?"
The wind picked up, and Zhou Song's hair was messed up by the wind. He pushed his hair back and looked up at the white clouds scattered in the sky. "He chose to take action when Yu Jiao was about to give birth. It's more like..."
..want to have children.”
Han Feilu was not surprised. He had already guessed that his relationship with Jin Tao was unusual. "The child in Yu Jiao's belly belongs to Jin Tao? He wants money and wants to fly away with Yu Jiao?"
The clouds in the sky kept changing shapes, occasionally blending together, and then separating in an instant. Zhou Song muttered "Fly far away" in a low voice, and then said: "If Yu Jiao wanted to fly away with Jin Tao, why did she choose to marry Hong Ye? She had many opportunities.
Just walked away, but she didn't."
Han Feilu: "What do you think?"
Zhou Song withdrew his gaze from the distant horizon, but his gaze was still long: "Although Yu Jiao and Jin Tao are on the same page, they have not reached an agreement. Yu Jiao may have left Jin Tao voluntarily, but she will never fly away with Jin Tao."