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After Song Yiwen cleaned up, he went back to the bar.

After Molisa and the others went to Shenzhen, the store suddenly became deserted, and the getai became an idle place. The melodious music of the gramophone was inexplicably tainted with a sense of loneliness.

Yu Xiaochuan went to take the exam, and he didn't know how long it would take to come back.

Song Yiwen turned his head to look at the door of the wine cellar. When the porter left just now, he was busy answering the phone and hadn't had time to check it.

He pushed the door and went down.

There is a mess everywhere.

Song Yiwen glanced at the messy containers and wine with black lines on his face, and secretly greeted the ancestors of the porters.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and tidy it up a little bit. When pushing the unopened wooden box back to the corner, Song Yiwen subconsciously glanced at the ground where the secret door was hidden.

It's a bit too clean.

Just now, after being pushed and pulled by the porters, there are scattered fine wood chips and faintly visible shoe prints everywhere, but there is nothing in that area.

Song Yiwen squatted down resolutely, and reached into the gap to dig out the hidden button.

The hole opened, and the wooden ladder was still slanted at the entrance, but it changed its direction.

Someone has been in here.

Song Yiwen instantly recalled the porter he had never seen before, and his extraordinary skill at finding the entrance of the wine cellar with ease.

Blame me for being too careless.

Worried about what had been done to the basement, Song Yiwen went down the stairs in three steps and two steps, and seemed to hit something hard when he landed.

With the help of the faint light from the wine cellar, he discovered that this underground space, which was empty a few months ago, was almost filled to the brim at some point.

All are wooden boxes.Densely covered the entire wall, piled up into mountains.Several boxes stacked next to the wooden ladder have had their top covers removed, exposing the munitions and equipment without any cover.Rows of magazines, drug packages with a faint pungent smell, and a considerable amount of drugs.

Song Yiwen looked around, feeling cold all over his body, and all the blood seemed to be drained from his body in an instant.

Such a huge project cannot be accomplished by a single porter in a short period of time.

Not long after he discovered this institution, the brigade from the Shadow Headquarters must have come and removed all the inventory in the mansion.

So it makes sense that the last search was fruitless.

only.Song Yiwen frowned.Although the task has made great progress, but the heart is more heavy.

Yu Xiaochuan couldn't get away from Zhiying's deception.

Should I cover you up and pretend like nothing happened, or should I report the mission and get you to jail?

Song Yiwen seems to have spent several long centuries in the contradiction.Finally, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number...

After returning to the wine cellar and restoring the mechanism, Song Yiwen was still frowning and in a complicated mood.

He pushed a wooden box over to cover the gap, then turned and walked towards the stairs to go back to the store.

After too long a delay, Yu Xiaochuan may have finished the exam and is on his way here.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly walked around the wine rack in front of him.

Unexpectedly, he met Yu Xiaochuan's mournful eyes and the black muzzle of the gun held in front of him.

"Song Yiwen, who are you?" The tone was cold and unfamiliar.

Song Yiwen took two steps back, a rare panic appeared in his eyes, and he subconsciously opened his mouth to explain: "Listen to me..."

"I've been hiding it for so long, are you tired?" Before Yu Xiaochuan approached, there was despair in his eyes.

Song Yiwen felt a huge sense of powerlessness. He knew it would be useless to talk more, so he lowered his eyes: "So you already know."

"Since when did your mother care so much about Zhiying's smuggling business?" Yu Xiaochuan snorted, "It's too naive to change the note of the phone number and think that you can sit back and relax."

"Oh." Song Yiwen raised his hand to cover his eyes, showing a bleak smile, "You moved my phone."

"It's because you forgot to take it. Your guard is too weak." Yu Xiaochuan pulled off the safety cover familiarly. This is by no means the first time he has used a firearm.

Song Yiwen looked at his index finger tightly on the trigger, and laughed at himself for not discovering that under the so-called pure and clear appearance, there was after all the cold-bloodedness and cruelty common to the underworld.

If I could find out earlier, would I have the ability to persuade Yu Xiaochuan to convert to the right path, so as to get rid of the erratic future?

But I'm afraid I won't have another chance.

Song Yiwen closed his eyes resignedly, waiting for the moment when the gunshot rang out.

Sun Haichao leaned back in his chair dumbfounded, his brows knit together in the blue light of the computer screen.

"I did see it, in old photos of Boss."

When I heard Song Yiwen say that, I thought it was a joke.

But it turned out.

Sun Haichao smiled wryly to himself, and stared at the information on the computer with his chin up, with a serious expression.

Police Officer Lei Ting did not have any suspicious clues, and Sun Haichao once thought that the direction given by Song Yiwen was far off.At the end of the day, by accident, he searched for scrapped vehicles with Lei Ting's name, and accidentally retrieved a piece of information from the records of previous years.

It is a white car, the license plate has been cancelled, and there is no evidence to find it. In the archived photos, it can be vaguely recognized that the rear wing is raised high, which is particularly eye-catching.

I have been unable to find it for a long time. It turns out that this vehicle information is not recorded by number, but is hidden in a huge information database. If it is not specially obtained by using the owner's information, even if Sun Haichao checks all the records, it will be difficult. Found clues.

Sun Haichao took out his mobile phone, took a photo of the detailed records, and then hurriedly left the police station to hide in a dark alleyway under the cover of night.