"Wenbo, my mother remembers your mobile phone number."
The sky is bright blue, as blue as a layer of blue glaze. There are a few clouds floating in the sky. The clouds are moving in the direction of the wind. I lie under the blue sky and look at those clouds. My body is swaying with the breeze. The sky and the earth are shaking.
It turns into a huge cradle, a person lies in it and becomes a baby, and the mother's hand gently pushes the cradle...
The young man was about to take a nap. When he heard these words, he thought it was the whisper of the wind. He opened his eyes and looked steadily at the sky, only to find that he had been lying on the marble slab of the slope of the steps.
Wenbo: "How did your mother know my number?"
There are dozens of steps behind the Building No. 2 of the Municipal Library. The steps and the slopes on both sides are paved with light gray bright marble. The boy is lying on the slope, and there is a girl sitting on the steps next to her. She has her hands behind her back.
He was leaning on the step one level higher, and his waist was leaning back against the hard edge of the step.
Yao Mulan lowered her head, watching her hair falling on her chest being swayed back and forth by the wind. Her voice was like a timid oriole, crisp and delicate: "I called you once using the landline in the living room.
, she saw it from the side and asked me who to call, and I said I would call you. She remembered it."
Wenbo thought for a while: "It was last Wednesday, the day it rained?"
Yao Mulan: "Yes, it was that day."
Wenbo said: "It doesn't matter." After a pause, he turned to look at Yao Mulan and said, "It doesn't matter."
He was resting a book on his head. When he turned his head, the book slid down, hit his shoulder first, and then fell on the steps. Yao Mulan picked up the book and opened it at will. The page with the bookmark was opened.
It was a short story called "The Heart Sutra".
Yao Mulan closed the book, held it in her arms, raised her head and looked at the sky above her head. The sky was split into small, narrow and irregular shapes by the tall buildings in the city. She looked at the sky in ecstasy and asked, "How is Wen Xin?"
?"
Wenbo said: "I sent her to my grandma's house."
Yao Mulan: "She just left here, is it useful?"
Wenbo: "It's more useful than staying here."
Yao Mulan said: "But Wenbo, we seem to be trapped here."
Wenbo sat up and saw an unknown small black insect lying on his arm. He blew gently and the insect was blown away and fell into the bushes nearby. He said: "We will go out.
of."
Yao Mulan looked at the sky quietly. She looked up at the sky every day, but she had never found that the blue sky and white clouds were so beautiful. At this moment, a feeling called 'happiness' flowed quietly in her body. This feeling was very beautiful.
Strange, so strange that it confused her and made her obsessed. Only then did she realize that happiness is a momentary feeling. It was not the beautiful sky that gave her this feeling, but the beautiful young man beside her...
She returned the book to Wenbo and said, "I'm leaving."
Wenbo took the book and looked down at her slightly, his eyes clear and moving: "Mulan, thank you for helping me."
Yao Mulan's cheeks were slightly red, and she hurriedly moved her hair a few times, which covered most of her face. She picked up her schoolbag and stood up, dusted off the dust on her skirt, left the library and stood on the roadside, holding her hands
She put it on her forehead to block the sun and waited for a while. A taxi with a green plate drove up in the distance. She waved and the taxi stopped. She got into the back seat of the taxi and the driver asked: "Little girl,
where to?"
Yao Mulan looked at the majestic building of the library, lost in thought for a moment, and then said: "Go to the Shangyuan District Criminal Investigation Detachment."
In the detachment office building, Qin Xiao sat in the inquiry room and looked out the window at the street. He could see a waterfall of traffic passing by the gate of the Public Security Bureau. After looking at the street scene for a long time without realizing it, he withdrew his gaze and looked down.
Looking at his watch, it was now 6:34 in the evening, and he had been writing notes for nearly forty minutes. When he lowered his head, his face was expressionless, but when he heard the policeman opposite calling him, he immediately raised his face and smiled: "
Huh? What did you say?"
Policewoman Xiao Zhao: "Just sign, and you can leave after signing."
Qin Xiao signed the transcript, walked out of the office and stood in the corridor. Soon, Zhou Song came out of the inquiry room opposite. He walked over and asked, "How is it?"
Zhou Song walked a few steps away, folded his arms and leaned against the wall, looking unconcerned: "We helped the police save a life, what can they do to us?"
Qin Xiao: "They didn't pursue us for following Zuo Ye and breaking into his house, right?"
Zhou Song: "Did you miss it?"
Qin Xiao hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, I said whatever you asked me to say, without saying a single word more."
Zhou Song: "That's good. If we refuse to admit it, they can't produce evidence. If they don't let him go, then I'll find Law——"
Before he could finish saying the word "lawyer", Han Feilu opened the door of the inquiry room and walked out. Zhou Song immediately became silent.
Qin Xiao smiled and greeted him: "Brother Han."
Han Feilu glanced at him, walked straight to Zhou Song, and looked at Zhou Song with a stern face.
Zhou Song deliberately turned his face away from him and raised his chin, showing a cold and arrogant expression.
Han Feilu stared at him for a long time and suddenly asked: "Do you miss me that much?"
Zhou Song rolled his eyes back and squinted at him: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Han Feilu looked at his watch: "We just had dinner together today at noon, and we were separated for less than four hours. You rushed to my work unit so impatiently to create a chance to meet me. How dare you say that you don't miss me?"
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Zhou Song: "...Are you crazy?"
Han Feilu stared at him with strong eyes: "Do you admit it or not?"
Zhou Song: "Admit what?"
Han Feilu: "Admit that you miss me. You can't stand being separated from me for a while, and you try your best to see me."
Zhou Song: "You are talking nonsense, I don't admit it."
Han Feilu sneered: "You can tell I'm talking nonsense, don't you think I can't tell you are talking nonsense too?"
Zhou Song: "You are referring to the transcript I made?"
Han Feilu: "Is it possible that you really miss me?"
Zhou Song: "I made it very clear that my records are all true. If you question it, please hold the evidence."
Han Feilu really couldn't hold the evidence, so he was choked and speechless.
Zhou Song showed a victorious smile: "Since you can't produce evidence, I'll leave."
He wanted to leave, but Han Feilu grabbed his wrist and dragged him upstairs. Zhou Song struggled hard, lowered his voice and said angrily: "Quickly let go, so many people are watching, Han Feilu!"
Han Feilu dragged him upstairs and threw him into his office. He slammed the door and asked, "Are you secretly investigating Zuo Ye and following him?"
Zhou Song's arm was so painful from being pulled by him that he rubbed his wrist and argued, "I didn't."
Han Feilu: "What do you want to do by following him? Revenge?"
Zhou Song was annoyed: "I told you I didn't!"
Han Feilu: "How do you explain what happened today? Did he really invite you to his house for tea?"
Zhou Song: "Yes, we hit it off immediately and had a great time chatting. What's wrong with having a cup of tea and chatting all day long?"
Han Feilu: "Then what did you talk about? It got to the point where he wanted to kill you with a gun and you wanted to chop him with a knife."
Zhou Song: "We were not interested in each other, so the conversation broke down."
Han Feilu: "Where is the discord?"
Zhou Song: "He likes Celine Dion, and I like Phoenix Legend; he likes to watch Marvel, and I only watch Disney. Is the reason enough?"
Han Feilu laughed angrily and pointed at his nose: "I'm warning you, this is the Public Security Bureau, put your arrogance away, or I will let you know the consequences of defying law enforcement agencies!"
Zhou Song sneered: "You are so awesome. There is no such crime in China. How can you still sentence me?"
Han Feilu: "Okay, okay, as you said, I can't control you. I'll let your family pick you up."
Zhou Song looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water: "All my immediate family members are dead."
Han Feilu took out his mobile phone: "I called your brother over and let's talk together. I don't believe you dare to talk nonsense in front of him."
When Zhou Song heard this, he suddenly rushed forward and grabbed his hand and mobile phone, and said with a smile: "Brother."
Han Feilu thought he heard wrongly: "...What?"
Zhou Song beamed: "No need to call my brother, you are my brother. If you have anything to say, just tell me directly."
Han Feilu's eyes twitched, and he was amazed at his flexibility and flexibility: "I'm talking about your cousin Zhou Lingjun."
Zhou Song smiled at him harder: "I know that he is not in good health and cannot be angry. If he comes to the police station and leaves your office, he will have to go to the hospital. So don't tell him what's going on.
We can just solve it ourselves."
Han Feilu: "Now are you willing to speak properly?"
Zhou Song: "I will answer all your questions and tell you everything I know. Come on, let's sit down and talk."
He turned his back on guests and pulled Han Feilu to sit on the sofa by the window. He sat opposite him and said first, "Actually, I did hide this matter."
Han Feilu did not dare to let down his guard: "Explain."
Zhou Song lowered his head slightly and pretended to be introspective: "You are right, I did investigate Zuo Ye privately and entered his house without asking."
Han Feilu was surprised. He didn't expect him to honestly explain: "What is your purpose?"
Zhou Song pondered for a while before saying, "You misunderstood me. I'm not looking for him to avenge Chi Chenguang."
Han Feilu: "Then what do you want to do?"
Zhou Song: "What happened one after another these days makes me feel very strange, especially the reporting call from Ping County. I suspected that Chi Chenguang died in a well-planned trap, so I wanted to start with Zuo Ye.
Find the truth."
Han Feilu had the same suspicion as him, and he could understand Zhou Song very well, but Zhou Song's behavior of secretly investigating Zuo Ye made him unable to sit idly by, "If you have any ideas, tell me, and I will use the power in my hands to help you."
Cha. What's going on with your private investigation? Think you're a private detective? You're lucky this time. You saved your life from Zuo Ye's gun. Will you be so lucky next time?"
Zhou Song looked like he was taught something: "I know, there won't be a next time."
Han Feilu: "What did you find out?"
Zhou Song: "Ah?"
Han Feilu: "Didn't you see Zuo Ye? Didn't you get anything out of Zuo Ye's mouth?"
Zhou Song was silent for a moment, then raised his face and smiled at him: "There is nothing. I sneaked into his house while he was not at home. I wanted to find some clues or something, but I found Zhang Qiang in the bedroom. I just found Zhang Qiang.
Strong, he came back and wanted to silence me without any reason. He didn't even know who I was."
Han Feilu was doubtful: "Really?"
Zhou Song nodded: "Really, I didn't even have a chance to talk to him."
Han Feilu didn't dare to believe Zhou Song easily, but now he could only listen to Zhou Song's family's words. And he knew very well that even if Zhou Song did hide something from him, if Zhou Song was determined to guard against it, then he wouldn't even think about a word.
You know. In fact, Zhou Songken has already made a big concession by telling him this. If he continues to ask questions, it will only be counterproductive.
Han Feilu chose to pretend to be confused: "What is your next plan?"
Zhou Song also pretended to be confused: "What's the next plan?"
Han Feilu: "Zuo Ye ran away, you don't want to find him?"
Zhou Song smiled and said: "It's a near miss this time. I'll leave it to you next time."
Han Feilu: "Then write a letter of guarantee."
Zhou Song: "Guarantee letter?"
Han Feilu took out the pen and paper from his desk and put it in front of Zhou Song: "Write."
Zhou Song was confused: "What should I write?"
Han Feilu: "Write that you promise not to act on your own, not to go to Zuo Ye again, not to do anything illegal or disciplinary."
Zhou Song: "You know very well that this kind of guarantee has no legal effect."
Han Feilu, the supervisor, stood next to him and stared at him: "I know it has no legal effect. I am warning you. This time I can let you go. Next time, I will do it business."
This is why Zhou Song concealed the information he had gleaned from Han Feilu. Essentially, Han Feilu and he were on different fronts, but their goals were similar, so they would one day become rivals.
Zhou Song said no more, picked up the pen and started writing this letter of guarantee that would become invalid at some point.
After writing a few lines, there was a knock on the office door, and Han Feilu said: "Come in."
Mu Xuecheng walked in, shaking a USB flash drive in her hand: "Team Han, the SD card data has been restored successfully."
It was the SD card taken back from Li Feifei's camera. The data had been deleted when it was obtained, but the technical team successfully restored it and copied it to a USB flash drive. Han Feilu sat in his office chair and inserted the USB flash drive into the computer.
, open the folder, and there are more than a hundred photos in it. Most of the photos were taken in the city, and a few were taken in a park not far away.
Since these files were deleted once and the data was damaged, they could not be sorted according to time order and could only be viewed one by one. Han Feilu kept clicking the mouse, and the photos flashed by like a slideshow. He viewed dozens of them.
After taking the photo, a figure of a woman with long hair and a short beige trench coat suddenly appeared on the computer screen.
Mu Xuecheng: "Is she Qiao Qi?!"
Yes, the person in the photo is Qiao Qi. Qiao Qi was wearing the clothes she wore on the day of the accident. She was standing on the edge of the high cliff of the observation deck, with her hands behind her back and her head tilted playfully. Her hair was blown by the wind and she had a bright smile on her face. This
It should have been the last photo taken before her death, but this photo appeared in Li Feifei's camera.
Mu Xuecheng: "Looking at her happily taking photos, she doesn't look like someone who wants to commit suicide."
Seeing this 'posthumous photo' that appeared in Li Feifei's camera, Han Feilu was also sure that Qiao Qi did not commit suicide. "Have you found out the whereabouts of Li Feifei?"
Mu Xuecheng: "From the 28th to now, Li Feifei's ID card and all bank card usage records are zero. The technical team is investigating the internal monitoring of her community to first find out where she went after leaving home."
Zhou Song wrote the guarantee letter, walked to Han Feilu and handed it to him, looking at Qiao Qi's photo on the computer: "The Li Feifei you are talking about is the suspect who killed Qiao Qi?"
Han Feilu: "I have suspicions, but I'm not sure."
Zhou Song: "She is missing?"
Han Feilu: "I have been missing for seven days."
Zhou Song accurately commented: "Either he absconds in fear of crime, or he is in danger."
What Zhou Song said was right, but it was heartbreaking to hear. Han Feilu glared at him unhappily: "You don't have a single good word in your mouth."
Zhou Song wrote 800 words eloquently, and the handwriting was very beautiful, like a regular script copybook. Han Feilu read every word carefully, like a teacher marking a student's homework.
The office door was pushed open again, and Gu Hai walked in: "Captain Han, a girl named Yao Mulan is looking for you."
Han Feilu didn't remember who Yao Mulan was: "Who is she? Why are you looking for me?"
But Zhou Song remembered it very clearly: "She is Yao Zichen's daughter."
Only then did Han Feilu think of Yao Mulan: "Bring her here."
Gu Hai went out and soon led Yao Mulan to Han Feilu's office.
Zhou Song looked at Yao Mulan. She had her hair down, wore a sky blue dress, and carried a shoulder bag. She still looked gloomy and introverted, taciturn and silent. She walked in very lightly, as light as
A wisp of breeze makes the body feel light and fluttering, as if there is no sense of weight. The whole figure is like a floating cloud, which will melt away and melt into the air in seconds.
Han Feilu asked her what happened, and she stood silently with her head slightly lowered. After Han Feilu asked twice more, she raised her head, looked at Han Feilu quietly, and said, "I want to report the crime.
"
Han Feilu: "What case are you reporting?"
Yao Mulan's voice was delicate and gentle: "I witnessed a murder."
Han Feilu sat in a chair and looked at her with a serious face: "Who is the deceased?"