Let go of the murderer and let me come!

I don't know if the address Han Yue found out is correct. Lin Sihang and Song Haozhe were a little confused when they arrived there.

It is an old alley, surrounded by some brick houses, and there is a small area around which looks like it is going to be demolished. The word 'demolish' is written in red paint on the wall.

There was turbid dust floating in the air, the ground was full of stones and debris, and there were excavators cleaning up the knocked down bricks not a few meters away.

There was a boom and boom in the ear, Lin Sihang and Song Haozhe stood beside the car, not knowing where to start looking.

"It's really buy one get one free," Lin Sihang gasped while holding his waist, "check one person, and the other one ran out."

"Zhao Bureau's gourd is probably filled with ecstasy, I don't know what it is." Song Haozhe took off his coat and put it on his shoulders, sweat dripped from his forehead, holding a piece of paper in his hand, pressing the door number on it Look for the number from house to house.

"I never figured it out!" Lin Sihang kicked the finished bottle of mineral water into his pocket, pointed to the front, "Go there and ask, that old lady!"

Song Haozhe looked over with his eyes, an old lady was sweeping the floor in front of her house cursing.

"Grandma, ask me something!" Song Haozhe pinched his nose, since he walked in he felt his nose was dry, probably because he smelled too much dust.

As soon as the old lady turned around, she scolded, "What kind of grandma! Am I that old?"

Song Haozhe was taken aback, he didn't expect the old lady to react like this, so he quickly changed his words and said, "Auntie, auntie."

The old lady raised her head, her thin face could see that she had a bad temper, when she saw Song Haozhe, she looked up and down with strange eyes, and asked defensively, "Who are you?"

Lin Sihang took out his police/police ID and waved it in front of the old lady, "Come to find someone, I'll call you..."

"Usually bothering you policemen!" The old lady's face became even more displeased when she heard this, she threw the broom by the door and started shouting with her hips on her waist, "Give me that little demolition fee, what use are you policemen for!"

"Auntie, the demolition fee is not our responsibility..." If Lin Sihang didn't see that the old lady was getting old, he would have quarreled with her a long time ago, so he suppressed his anger and asked in a soft voice, "Here do you know?" where is it?"

The old lady snorted, and leaned over to look at the paper, then pointed into the alley with her hand, "Go forward, and you will be there after two more doors... The demolition fee is really expensive." Is it up to you?"

"We're in charge of murder." Lin Sihang said solemnly.

The old lady was stunned when she heard it, and it took several seconds to recover from her surprise, "Are you looking for a murderer again?"

"I can't say." Lin Sihang shook his head.

"Hey..." The old lady turned around and ran into the house, muttering "My mother, I have to move quickly, there are murderers living here..."

"You scared the old lady." Song Haozhe chuckled twice, and took Lin Sihang to the direction the old lady pointed just now.

"I'm really good-tempered." Lin Sihang hiccupped, and then said, "I'm forcing you to call me Auntie."

"Just call me." Song Haozhe said, "Auntie is also an old lady."

"Sex..." Lin Sihang couldn't help but laugh.

After hearing what the old lady said, they passed two doors and saw the place they were looking for. Outside was a big iron door, the paint was gone, and more than half of it was rusted. Song Haozhe stretched out his hand and pushed hard, the bottom of the door Scratching the ground, there was a few "squeaks" before being pushed away.

Immediately afterwards, the card players in the yard stopped what they were doing, and stared at Song Haozhe and Lin Sihang at the door.

There were four people in the yard, one of them was watching, and three of them were playing cards, each of them was shirtless, and there was a pile of finished wine bottles on the ground next to them.

The man standing and watching the card game was smoking a cigarette, and looked towards the door when he heard the sound. After looking at Song Haozhe and Lin Sihang, he was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly let out a 'fuck', and ran into the house.

"Stop!" Song Haozhe came to his senses first, and chased after that man.

The three card players were taken aback, threw down their cards and started running across the yard, the wine bottle kicked by their feet rattled, Lin Sihang closed the iron gate with his foot, took out his gun and pointed it at One of them yelled "I'll shoot anyone who moves!"

Song Haozhe held that person down in the room, and it seemed that he wanted to jump out of the small window in the room, but his hands and feet were clumsy, so he didn't jump up after jumping twice.

Turning the man's arm behind his back, Song Haozhe pushed the man into the yard with a little force.

Three shirtless men knelt on the ground in the yard, and Lin Sihang held his gun and did not put it down.

"Who are you?" One of them was a little fat and couldn't help it, and asked tremblingly.

"Why are you running away!" Lin Sihang asked.

"We..." The fat man who spoke just now wanted to stand up, saw Lin Sihang move his gun, and knelt down on the ground again in fright, "We didn't gamble... this just came out, my hands were itchy, Had a little beer."

"Gambling?" Song Haozhe asked with raised eyebrows.

"Are you the police?" The man under Song Haozhe struggled twice, "Zhao, Zhao Anping! Zhao Anping!"

"It's clear!" Song Haozhe exerted force on his hand.

The man yelled a few times, "Our brother, just...stolen a few bicycles and was imprisoned. Isn't it not long after he came out, and there is no work...Zhao Anping found Us, let two of us track individuals."

"I'll shoot you if you lie!" Lin Sihang said.

"Oh, comrade policeman!" The man suddenly laughed twice, "You didn't even pull the trigger..."

"Then I'll take it!" Lin Sihang took two steps forward and aimed at him.

"I was wrong, I was wrong! Comrade police!! I farted, I farted!" The man almost kowtowed.

"What's your name?" Song Haozhe loosened his hand slightly, "How did Zhao Anping contact you?"

"I swear I'm telling the truth, my name is Wang Gou..." Wang Gou said, and he probably couldn't hold back his joy, "My mother named it, I didn't lie... .”

"Do not talk nonsense!"

"Zhao Anping!" Wang Gou barked, "Zhao Anping said, let San'er and I go talk to someone, and we will give you one hundred a day."

"Which one is San'er?" Lin Sihang raised his voice and asked.

A skinny man next to the fat man raised his hand, "Me."

The two of them checked carefully, and they were indeed the two on the surveillance video.

"Who do you want to follow?" Song Haozhe asked.

San'er took out a photo from his butt pocket, and handed it to Lin Sihang with hands like a primary school student handing in homework.

Lin Sihang put away the gun, took it over and looked at it twice, "I don't know it."

"Let me see." Song Haozhe let go of Wanggou and took the photo.

Wang Gou rubbed his arms, "We really didn't do anything! We just looked at the man in the photo, and Zhao Anping just said two days ago that we don't need to follow."

Hearing everything else, Lin Sihang asked Wang Gou and them what Song Haozhe didn't care about anymore. When he saw the person in the photo, Song Haozhe felt as if his head had been smashed seventeen or eight times by an empty wine bottle on the ground , even with the 'buzzing' sound around the ears.

He can't forget this person. From 20 years ago to now, even if he loses some memories, this person's face has been branded in his mind like a brand.

Lin Sihang asked for a long time but didn't find anything worthwhile, and finally gave two warnings before planning to take Song Haozhe away, and when he turned around, he watched Song Haozhe rush towards the door like a wind.

"Why go!" Lin Sihang shouted.

Song Haozhe could only feel the anger gushing out in his chest, what the hell is Zhao Anping doing!

He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to keep guessing. Right now, he wished he could fly to Zhao Anping immediately.

Lin Sihang's crotch was about to be torn before catching up with Song Haozhe who was running to the side of the car. He pulled Song Haozhe back with all his strength, panting heavily, his calves were shaking, and shouted, "What the hell are you doing?" Crazy!"

"I'm fucking crazy!" Song Haozhe shook off his arms, stretched out his hand and pointed vigorously on the photo twice, "I've been looking for this person, this grandson for 20 years!"

Lin Sihang stared wide-eyed, the words he wanted to swear just now were stuck in his throat, and he held back for a long time to choke out the word "Fuck."

The development of things has been out of track, so you guess what I want to go on, there will be no results.

Lin Sihang accelerated the car and drove towards Zhao Anping's office. Song Haozhe, who was also sitting in the co-pilot, stared at everyone who stared at the photo.

The person in the photo is in his thirties, with a sullen face and no expression, messy hair, ordinary clothes, and cloudy eyes.

No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with the car accident 20 years ago.

What's more, 20 years have passed, and the people in the photos must have changed their appearance.

Song Haozhe closed his eyes, his heart beating fast.

The feeling of getting closer to the truth made him tense.

Zhao Anping was not there, the office was empty, but it was cleaned up quite cleanly, the desk was full of documents, and a door of the bookcase behind was open. The assistant Xiao Zhang introduced it and brought two glasses of water to the two of them. "Zhao Ju went to the funeral today."

"Funeral?" Lin Sihang put the cup on the tea table, "Whose is it?"

"You don't know?" Xiao Zhang was surprised, "The former director, Li Bowen."

"Ju Li?" Song Haozhe and Lin Sihang looked at each other.

"Yes." Xiao Zhang nodded, and said politely, "Since Director Li retired, he has been hospitalized. He has cancer... I guess he was tired from working. Last week, he left."

The two of them really haven't heard the news, but today happened to come when Zhao Anping was away, and they were a little upset.

Xiao Zhang said hello, he still has something to do, and said that if the two of them want to wait, they can wait in the office first.

Seeing Xiao Zhang go out, Lin Sihang breathed a sigh of relief, "Could it be Director Zhao hiding from us?"

Song Haozhe shook his head, frowning and looked around Zhao Anping's office.

"Hey..." Lin Sihang pulled Song Haozhe who stood up, and asked softly, "What are you doing?"

"Wait for me." Song Haozhe lowered his footsteps, walked to Zhao Anping's desk, bent over and turned over it.

Seeing Song Haozhe's thief-like action, Lin Sihang's heart jumped into his throat, if Zhao Anping came back at this time, he would be in big trouble.

"Song Haozhe!"

Song Haozhe ignored Lin Sihang, there were no important documents on Zhao Anping's desk, he fumbled through the drawers beside him, he found nothing but a bunch of keys and two family photos.

"What are you looking for!" Lin Sihang couldn't bear it anymore, and leaned over to ask.

"File." Song Haozhe said, turning around to look into the bookcase behind.

Inside the bookcase with the door open, there are rows of books on the top, and there are two floors of small drawers below. Song Haozhe suddenly became very nervous, and touched the first drawer with trembling hands.

Pull it out, but it won't come out, the drawer is locked.

Perhaps it was intuition, Song Haozhe took out the bunch of keys from the drawer just now, tried them one by one, and when he got to the smallest one, the drawer made a 'click' sound, and Song Haozhe pulled the drawer open with force.

There were several pages of yellowed paper inside.

After flipping through it twice, the names Song Haozhe and Lin Sihang on it are very familiar.

Song Yi, Lin Siyang.

The two left Zhao Anping's office like thieves. Xiao Zhang didn't know where he went, and the two walked out without talking the whole time.

They walked all the way to the side of the car before they relaxed at the same time, looked at each other, and cursed in unison, 'Fuck! '

Zhao Anping actually had those two missing files in his cabinet!

Lin Sihang grabbed the phone in his pocket, there was a photo he just took on it.

If they want to ask, the two of them are not in the mood to ask now, they are afraid of being discovered, the only thought of the two of them is to leave quickly!

go now!When Zhao Anping came back, both of them had to die!

"I'm trembling badly..." After Lin Sihang relaxed his whole body, his strength was exhausted, and after a few seconds, he bent down to support his leg, "Brother Song, go buy me a bottle of water... ...."

Song Haozhe covered his chest, and could still feel his heart beating wildly.

Nodding his head, Song Haozhe fumbled for the wallet in his pocket, ready to go to the canteen across the road.

Lin Sihang was panting against the car, Song Haozhe walked two meters away, and stopped at a small intersection with traffic lights, a person walking towards him, wearing a mask and hat, bumped Song Haozhe on the shoulder.

Song Haozhe frowned intuitively, and when the man took two steps away, he subconsciously turned his head and looked back.

When he took a closer look, he was shocked!

The man held a shining fruit knife in his hand, and ran straight towards Lin Sihang.

Lin Sihang felt that someone was walking towards him again, and he could still look at the black shadow out of the corner of his eye, thinking it was Song Haozhe, when he accidentally turned his head to look over, before he could react, he was grabbed by the shoulder by the pounced person.

After a muffled snort, Lin Sihang could still feel the temperature of the knife in his body.

Biting cold.

In the distance, Song Haozhe ran over like crazy to catch his fallen body.

damn...

your mother!

The author has something to say:

Whoops... Salted fish will see the situation update tomorrow.

I wrote a lot of hints in this case, I don’t know if you can see it.

My clever babes.

Those who like to read ancient drama can go to the author's column to browse around, "The Little Embroidery Talent of the General's Mansion" is in advance, and the article will be published on the 16th.

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