boyfriend in the fridge

He first took a notebook, then a pen, and now he drew his route from Liang Guodong's stronghold on the notebook based on his impression.

"Look, this is Fuqiang West Road. Since it is West Road, it should be on the west side of this road. Anyway, there is a KFC here." Song Buzhi wrote "KFC" here as a mark.

Then he drew a continuous line on the road he came out of, and finally put a five-pointed star on the place where the "M1" group might be lurking, saying: "It's probably here."

Discipline brought the tablet over, searched the map, first found "Fuqiang West Road", and then found KFC on Fuqiang West Road.

But there are two KFCs on this road, one in the west and one in the east.

"Hey, which side is that?" Song Buzhi leaned on Discipline's shoulder, looked at it for a long time, but couldn't see which side of KFC he was at that time, so he said, "I stopped a car near KFC... find the driver May I ask?"

"No need." Discipline said, "Based on the description of the road you flew out of, the car you got on is near here."

Discipline pointed to the KFC on the west side of Fuqiang West Road.

"The easternmost part of Fuqiang West Road is past, not a suburb," Discipline said.

Song Buzhi didn't have a good sense of direction, nor was he good at reading maps. He looked at it for a long time and said, "It makes sense, it must be Fuqiang West Road and then west..."

"But this place you mentioned..." Discipline zoomed in on the map, pointed to the points on it, and said, "There are many houses on this road with seven rooms and seven rooms in a row."

Song Buzhi: "..."

Is the original seven houses in a row a feature?

"There is an orchard coming out of that row of houses, but I don't know what it is planted..." Song Buzhi carefully recalled the scenery he saw with the eyes of butterflies, but finally gave up.

"Except for the orchard, I can't think of anything else, and I didn't notice how many rows of houses like this I passed by at that time." Song Buzhi said, "I don't know how far I flew."

"It's already good." Discipline said, "With a general direction, it will be much easier to find."

Song Buzhi nodded, slid his body down, and kicked the quilt to discipline with his feet, saying, "It's hot, cover it up, and go to sleep."

When the words fell, he yawned big.

After a day of tossing from morning to night, he was already too sleepy.

Before he fell asleep, he wondered in a daze how he felt that since he knew discipline, his chic life of collecting rent had disappeared...

On the second day, Song Buzhi was not woken up by the disciplined wake-up sound, nor by the alarm clock, but by the ringing of the mobile phone.

Cell phone ringtones come from disciplined cell phones.

Discipline was about to get up when the phone rang suddenly.

Although discipline had already silenced the sound in time, Song Buzhi still woke up, he turned over in a daze, and said, "Who is it..."

"Grandpa." Discipline said, "Go to sleep a little longer."

Song Buzhi groaned.

Discipline took the phone out of the room, and then picked it up.

"Grandpa..." Discipline knew that Grandpa Ji had nothing important to call him so early, so he asked, "Is there a result?"

Previously, the discipline asked Grandpa Ji to help find out the real identities of the test subjects 25 years ago, but Grandpa Ji said that it was difficult to find out at the time, and the data had been destroyed long ago, so it is estimated that they will not be able to find out, so let him be mentally prepared.

But at this moment, Grandpa Ji called suddenly. Could it be that there is a result?

Sure enough, as soon as Grandpa Ji opened his mouth, he said, "That's right, we found two people."

Discipline hurriedly asked: "Which two?"

Grandpa Ji: "25 years ago, the police internally went through multiple assessments and selected two people to participate in the experiment."

The two people back then, one was 27 years old and the other was 22 years old, both were policemen from grass-roots police stations.

"I also got the name and photo, and I'll ask your dad to send it to you later, just what you usually use, WeChat." After Grandpa Ji finished speaking, he asked Liang Guodong again, "You Liang Ju, are you really sure? The boss of what 'M1' crime gang?"

Discipline said "yes" and briefly talked about Liang Guodong with Grandpa Ji.

After hearing this, Grandpa Ji let out a long sigh: "It's a pity... such a good talent..."

Grandpa Ji didn't say any more, and only asked discipline to be careful.

Ten minutes later, Ji's father sent over the information of the two people who participated in the experiment.

After Song Buzhi was woken up, he fell asleep for a while, but he felt uncomfortable no matter how he turned over.Finally, he rubbed his eyes and sat up, then looked back at the pillow, and finally muttered: "It must be that the two of you are used to sleeping together, and now you can't fall asleep alone..."

At the beginning of this year, if someone told him that he would get used to sleeping in bed, he would have scoffed—the refrigerator is so comfortable, what kind of bed should he sleep on?

But it's only been a few months...the habit is broken.

And he can really stand the heat of the human body.

It's incredible to think about.

Song Buzhi sighed for a while, then simply got up.

As soon as he left the room, he saw discipline sitting on a chair in front of the dining table, staring at the phone in a daze.

daze?

Song Buzhi put his right hand in front of Ji Ji's eyes and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Discipline turned around, pulled him over, sat down together, and said, "I asked my grandpa to check the information of the people who participated in the experiment 25 years ago. Grandpa found the police station where they were sent in back then, and found two people."

"Huh?" Song Buzhi moved his head closer, "Which two?"

"The 27-year-old and 22-year-old men." Discipline said, "Do you think the 27-year-old man looks like Liang Guodong when he was young?"

The information sent by Ji's father is simply two names and two photos.

One is Jin Ye and the other is Yuan Dabo.

Jin Ye was the 27-year-old man back then.

Both photos are one-inch photos, which were taken with a mobile phone and are not very clear.

In the photo, Jin Ye is quite thin, with sharp-edged face, sword eyebrows and star-like eyes, and looks very righteous.

Song Buzhi recalled Liang Guodong's face in his mind, and said: "It's still a bit similar... Look at the eyes, if there are more wrinkles around Jin Ye's eyes, and the eyes are sharper downward, wouldn't it look more similar? "

Discipline let out an "um" and said, "I've already asked someone to do a comparison."

Song Buzhi stretched his waist and said, "You called him out of the bed early in the morning... Well, I hope those people from the 'M1' gang will be arrested soon."

The two washed up and took Jin Dafa out.

Passing by the breakfast shop, Discipline bought breakfast and went directly to the Municipal Bureau, Song Buzhi continued to walk the dog.

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When the discipline arrived at the Municipal Bureau, they first checked the person "Jin Ye" in the system.

Checked out quickly.

Jin Ye's relevant information was not encrypted. Discipline saw the last sentence on the page - on August 1993, 8, Jin Ye died due to performing a mission.

But what is the specific task, and did not write.

The photo of Jin Ye above is the one-inch photo that Father Ji sent him.

But at this time, seeing from the computer screen, there is a feeling of staring at each other, and the sense of justice that comes from the bones seems to overflow from the screen.

Such a person, such an image, is what he usually feels about Liang Guodong.

Discipline closed the page, stood up and walked out.

But now Liang Guodong has changed.Whatever the reason, he is no longer a hero in the public security system.

The news that Liang Guodong and his gang might be hiding in a certain countryside in Qingshan District was also conveyed. The police were divided into several groups, and each group went to a place to investigate one by one.

Lei Jun and his colleagues were assigned to a village called Zhangjia Village.

Most of the people living in Zhangjia Village have the surname Zhang, but in recent years more migrant workers have rented houses, and the population has become denser.There are many orchards in Zhangjia Village, tangerines, oranges, cherries, strawberries...there are endless fruits all year round.This is the main source of income in the village.

Today is the college entrance examination day, but the Jiangnan area has entered the rainy season, the temperature has dropped sharply, and the weather is cloudy and rainy.The temperature was nearly [-] degrees the day before, but today it has dropped to [-] degrees.

The rain has not yet fallen, but looking at the thicker and thicker clouds, it is not far from the rain.

Lei Jun glanced at the weather and said to his colleagues, "Let's speed up, it looks like it's going to rain."

Colleagues also think the same way.

As soon as they came out of this row of houses, they knocked on the door of each house, asked about it, and took down the information.

They drove forward for a while and came to another row of seven houses.

——This is the house where Liang Guodong, Cui Cheng and others were staying last night.

The policemen still visited one by one.

The last two households have only the elderly at home.

The two old people answered the police's questions cordially, and when the police knocked on the door of the third house, Grandma Li said, "There is no one in this house."

Lei Jun asked, "Do you know where they went?"

"Go to work, they work in the city."

Lei Jun asked again: "Then do you know the name of the person who lives here?"

Grandma Li: "It's Xiaohuan."

"What?" Grandma Li's tone had an accent, and Lei Jun didn't quite understand it. "Is there anyone else renting here?"

They knew the household registration information of the locals as soon as they checked it. Although the household registration information of foreigners was also registered, if people like Liang Guodong lived in these places, they would definitely not register.

"Rent a house. When Xiao Huan comes back, I'll tell him. You leave your mobile phone number and I'll give it to her."

Lei Jun basically understood this sentence, he couldn't laugh or cry: "Grandma, it's not that I want to rent a house, I'm asking if anyone else rents here?"

"Leave your mobile phone number when renting a house." Grandma Li said again.

Lei Jun and Grandma Li were at odds with each other for a while, and the other colleagues had already checked the rest of the rooms.

A middle-aged woman came out and said to them: "Xiaohuan has gone to work, and there is no one else renting their house, don't worry."

Lei Jun nodded, ready to leave for the next row of houses.

"Wait a minute." Suddenly a policeman yelled, "The head of this household is not called Huan!"

"Ok?"

Other policemen surrounded them and looked at the tablet in the policeman's hand, which showed that the head of the household was named Zhang Lin.Zhang Lin's wife has passed away, and he has a daughter named Zhang Fanghui.

"Xiao Huan is a nickname." The middle-aged woman said, "You police don't allow people to have a nickname? Your first name is Zhang Fanghui."

Zhang Fanghui.

It matches the information displayed on the tablet.

"There should be no problem." Lei Jun said, "If it is a rental house, it must go through a strict fire inspection before renting out, and a sign of a qualified rental house is pasted on the outside. There is no sign for this row of houses."

"That's right." Another policeman put away the tablet and said, "Then let's go."

The policemen walked out one after another, got into the police car, and went to the next destination.

And just after they left, on the second floor of the so-called Xiao Huan's house, the curtain on one side was lifted by a corner, and half of He Xiaobei's face appeared behind the curtain.

"I didn't get suspicious, I kept it a secret." He Xiaobei put down the curtains, turned around, and said, "It should be fine to stay for a few more days."

There was still Cui Cheng in the room, but he shook his head and said, "It's risky, it's better to find another place."

He Xiaobei: "There is nothing wrong with the information of the owner of this house. Zhang Lin and Zhang Fanghui are also alive, and they can come out at any time to prove that they really live in this house. There is no one else, and the neighbors nearby have also been hypnotized by you. They are very obedient. The police came to check once and found no problem, and after checking twice or three times, there will be no problem, so what is the risk?"

Cui Cheng narrowed his eyes and said, "Did you forget what the boss said about Song Buzhi?"

"Song Buzhi? What's wrong with him?" He Xiaobei said disdainfully, "Isn't he just a person who had been injected with 'M25' 1 years ago? He must have never been injected again for so many years. What's different about him?"

Cui Cheng: "Why did the police suddenly start to investigate the rural areas in Qingshan District? Coincidence? No, there must be a clue, but this clue does not point out where we are."

He Xiaobei: "Even so, what does it have to do with this Song Buzhi? I don't think he is so powerful that he can know where we are."

Without waiting for Cui Cheng to speak, He Xiaobei said again: "I don't believe in a sharp intuition. He hasn't had an injection of 'M25' for 1 years. Can his intuition be as sharp as ours? Can it compare to the boss? "

Cui Cheng couldn't tell why, but he felt something was wrong in his heart, thinking that there must be a secret in Song Buzhi, so he said, "Don't forget that Song Buzhi was in my classroom and found me at a glance. The fourth person to kill."

He Xiaobei: "So what? He observed your students closely at that time, but where is he now? You want to say that he is around us?"