At the same time, the phone was connected, and Qin Xiao anxiously asked where he was. Zhou Song hung up the phone in silence.
Zuo Ye sat on the old wooden sofa, pointed at the opposite position with his muzzle, and said: "Sit."
Zhou Song had no choice but to walk over and sit across from him.
Zuo Ye looked at his face, as if recalling who he was, but there was no such person in his mind: "You followed me all the way, why?"
Zhou Song: "I have something to do with you."
Zuo Ye: "Who are you?"
Zhou Song told the truth: "My name is Zhou Song, and Chi Chenguang is my father."
Zuo Ye raised his eyebrows, and the scar on his face twisted with his facial muscles, like a centipede lying on his face: "So it's you."
Zhou Song: "Do you know me?"
Zuo Ye: "I've heard of it."
Zhou Song smiled faintly: "What a coincidence, I have heard of you too, so we are old acquaintances."
Zuo Ye also smiled: "You are looking for me because you want to avenge your father?"
Zhou Song: "No, I just want to know why you killed Chi Chenguang back then. If you had not killed anyone in the detention center, the judge would not have sentenced you so harshly."
Zuo Ye bent forward, rested his elbows on his knees, and kept pointing his gun at Zhou Song: "I'm sorry to say that I was young and ignorant back then. I killed your father just because the bunk was occupied. I apologize to you.
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He said he was sorry, but his eyes were full of murderous intent. He was a perfect example of what he meant and what he meant.
Zhou Song couldn't help but smile: "You really misunderstood, I don't want to avenge Chi Chenguang. I came to you to investigate other matters."
Zuo Ye: "What's the matter?"
Zhou Song could see that Zuo Ye was by no means an easy person to fool. If he wanted to walk out of this room alive today, he must be honest with him, "I suspect that Chi Chenguang's arrest was a well-planned trap. To put it simply, someone
I wanted to get rid of him, so I used your hand to kill him."
The expression on Zuo Ye's face remained unchanged: "Are you trying to say that someone ordered me to kill Chi Chenguang?"
Zhou Song: "Yes, you are just a knife being used by others. I will not seek revenge on a weapon. What I am looking for is the person behind you."
Zuo Ye raised the left corner of his lips, and the centipede on his face climbed up, almost crawling into his light brown eyes: "Isn't this just revenge for Chi Chenguang?"
Zhou Song: "I'm not investigating the truth to kill people."
Zuo Ye: "Then what are you doing for?"
Zhou Song: "In order to be clear of confusion, in order not to be ignorant."
Zuo Ye's eyes changed slightly. He looked at Zhou Song's silence for a long time and said, "Then what do you want?"
Zhou Song raised his head slightly, the sun shone in through the window, and there were tiny dust particles floating in the beam. He said, "What I want is for the dust to settle."
Zuo Ye was silent and did not say a word. But Zhou Song knew that Zuo Ye understood what he was talking about and understood him. It is absurd to say that after the murderer Shao Yang, another murderer could understand him and even empathize with him.
.Maybe Shao Yang is right, they are the same kind of people.
He didn't know what thoughts Zuo Ye went through during the few minutes of silence. In short, Zuo Ye changed his tone: "I can't say."
Zhou Song: "Are you referring to the person behind the killing of Chi Chenguang?"
Zuo Ye: "Yes."
Zhou Song: "You just need to tell me a name."
Zuo Ye: "I'm sorry, I can't help you."
Zhou Song suddenly realized: "Are you still working for him?"
Zuo Ye lowered his head slightly and acquiesced.
Zhou Song: "Then can you tell me why he wanted to get rid of Chi Chenguang?"
Zuo Ye: "...It's not him, it's them."
Zhou Song: "They? What do you mean?"
Zuo Ye looked at him and shook his head.
Zhou Song knew that he was actually willing to help him: "Give me a hint."
Zuo Ye suddenly became determined: "That's it. You can go."
Zhou Song glanced at the gun pointed at him: "Aren't you worried about me calling the police?"
Zuo Ye said firmly: "You can't."
Zhou Song also wanted to continue to convince him: "Actually, we can -"
Zuo Ye frowned: "Let's go quickly."
Zhou Song was silent, not daring to challenge his patience. After all, he had a gun in his hand. Zhou Song was about to get up, lowered his head, and accidentally saw through the transparent glass plate of the coffee table a dirty dog on the bezel of the coffee table.
The dirty cloth bag was full of documents such as bank cards, ID cards, and driver's licenses. His eyes were fixed on one of the driver's licenses. The name in the driver's license column and the photo attached next to it attracted his attention.
Attention. He took out the driver's license and looked at the name carefully before confirming that he had read it correctly. This was the driver's license of a woman named 'Dou Qing'. And he was at Tong Yue's memorial service a few days ago.
I have also seen a woman named Dou Qing. Is this Dou Qing the same Dou Qing? If they are really the same person, why does Dou Qing's driver's license appear here?
Zhou Song suddenly felt strongly uneasy. He raised his head and saw Zuo Ye staring at him with murderous intent in his eyes.
Zuo Ye: "You should just leave." He took out a silencer from under the sofa cushion and put it on the muzzle of the gun, and pointed it at Zhou Song again.
The second before he pulled the trigger, Zhou Song kicked the coffee table over, and the coffee table hit his arm. The muzzle of the gun was forced to be raised, and the shot hit the opposite wall. Zhou Song took the opportunity to flip behind the sofa.
, rushed into the bedroom and locked the door. Zuo Ye chased after him, kicked the door twice hard, and when it couldn't be kicked open, he shot with a gun. Two consecutive shots shot a fist-sized hole in the door panel, and he reached in through the hole and thought.
Unlatch the door.
Zhou Song picked up the kitchen knife that he had just brought into the bedroom, aimed it at Zuo Ye's hand and chopped it off, cutting off his little finger and ring finger with one knife!
Zuo Ye roared and retracted his hand. Zhou Song quickly pushed Zhang Qiang and the bed to block the door, then squatted behind the wall and dialed Qin Xiao's number.
Qin Xiao quickly answered: "Where are you? I saw that electric car-"
Zhou Song: "He has a gun, call the police!"
There was a bang, Zuo Ye was kicking the door, and the bed blocking the door moved back a few centimeters. Zhou Song quickly squatted on the ground and pressed against the edge of the bed, shouting: "I have already called the police, it's useless even if you kill me!"
Zuo Ye fired two more shots, and one of the bullets flew past Zhou Song's scalp. Then the outside quickly became quiet. Zuo Ye did not go through the front door, and probably jumped out of the kitchen window and escaped.
Zhou Song didn't dare to go out, worried that he might be deceived, until there was a knock on the door, and then someone ran in and shouted: "Zhou Song!"
It's Qin Xiao.
He then pulled the bed open, opened the door and walked out. Qin Xiao saw him holding a knife with blood on it, and was immediately startled: "What's wrong with you!"
Zhou Song didn't say anything, walked to the coffee table, and found that the cloth bag containing many documents had disappeared. He went to the kitchen again, the window was wide open, and there were two bloody footprints on the kitchen table.
Zuo Ye did indeed escape, taking those documents with him.