Crime Fighter League

Zheng Shuo looked at the 21st dial-out record displayed on the screen, and took a puff of cigarette irritably.The person driving next to him peeked at him out of the corner of his eye, and immediately looked straight ahead again.

The white smoke was blown away by the gust of wind outside the window before it took shape, and the person in the back seat was choked, coughing in a suppressed voice, and finally called his attention back.

"Sorry." Zheng Shuo quickly opened the smoke extinguisher and threw the remaining half of the cigarettes in, looking back regretfully.Lin Xun covered his mouth and waved his hands to indicate that he was fine, but the scenery board next to him gave him a sharp look.

"Go to sleep for a while, don't hold on." Zheng Shuo ignored Fang Jingyang, Lin Xun's face was even uglier than in the office just now, after all, it was the salt water hanging that was called up halfway, and he didn't slow down at all.When the search warrant was issued, he insisted on going to work together, emphasizing again and again that he finally had a breakthrough and that there should be no mistakes.Both Zheng Shuo and Fang Jingyang couldn't persuade him, they could only ask Chen Ting'an to move the simple bottle hanging device to the car, Fang Jingyang supported it, and let Lin Xun lean on the back seat to continue hanging.

"It's okay, I'm not that stupid." Lin Xun forced a smile, but because the car bumped just now, his whole body instantly leaned towards the door.Zheng Shuo immediately reached out to help him anxiously, but before he touched him, another person stepped on him first.

Fang Jingyang's face was still flat and no emotion could be seen, but his hands held Lin Xun's shoulders firmly, and pulled the out-of-control body into his arms to lean against.

Zheng Shuo's hand stopped in mid-air stiffly, and too many emotions flashed away in the glance he and Fang Jingyang met.

Lin Xun was dizzy from this jolt, and didn't realize what happened just now, nor did he realize that the atmosphere in the car had become tense.Only Wu Jingjing, who was acting as the driver, stared straight ahead, afraid that she would see the murderous eyes of her boss as soon as she turned her head.

Zheng Shuo sat up straight in a strange silence, picked up his phone and called Chu Yan for the 22nd time.

Still no one answered.

He looked at the flying scenery outside the window, and subconsciously clenched the phone, the veins on the back of his strong hand burst.He couldn't refute Lin Xun's reasoning just now. He couldn't tell Lin Xun what Chu Yan really wanted to do, but what Lin Xun analyzed made him doubt Chu Yan again.

If Lin Xun's analysis was correct, what exactly was Chu Yan doing during the half-hour time difference?Did he really meet Wang Shu?What is he hiding?How much of what he had said to himself all this time was true?Could it be that he is also using himself?

Zheng Shuo pinched his brows with a headache, he realized that he had made a very serious mistake.As a professional criminal policeman who has worked for many years, he never doubted what Chu Yan said that day in Room 1618. What made his subconscious biased?

Chu Yan didn't pretend to be pitiful on purpose, and was even full of doubts from the very beginning.The villa registered as a false address, and the tracking photos taken out are more or less related to the two deceased, and the second time even appeared at the scene of the crime by coincidence.Zheng Shuo also didn't understand his original intention of reporting the case 13 years ago, just because he subconsciously felt that the young man who was bound by the past might have suffered too much pain that could not be torn apart.He just thought, now is not the time to press...

When Wang Danna's body was first discovered, Chu Yan was stubbornly puzzled, asking himself if he had doubted him?

At that time, Zheng Shuo thought that Chu Yan was out of nature, and deliberately made a bad joke.Thinking about it now, I realized that Chu Yan's eyes and reaction at that time were very strange, as if he was desperately trying to get some answer in his eyes.

Why on earth can you trust him when there are so many doubts?

Lin Xun's cough came from behind again, interrupting his increasingly chaotic thoughts.He wanted to turn around to take a look, but remembered that Fang Jingyang was also behind him.

He sighed, forcing himself to look out of the window, taking deep breaths to calm down his restless emotions.Wu Jingjing glanced at him again, Zheng Shuo was leaning stiffly on the back of the chair, his shoulders to his arms were tense, and even his shirt was depicted with looming muscle arcs, like a solid brick.She glanced at the rearview mirror again. Although Fang Jingyang didn't put his arms around Lin Xun anymore, he thoughtfully took off his coat and put it on Lin Xun. Lin Xun didn't refuse, but just closed his eyes and rested.

Wu Jingjing sighed silently, and looked sympathetically at Zheng Shuo again.It is estimated that she was the only one who saw Zheng Shuo's feelings for Lin Xun in the entire city bureau, although she did not let Zheng Shuo know that she had discovered it.

After all, this feeling...

The notification sound of the navigation brought back Wu Jingjing's interrupted thoughts, and she held the steering wheel firmly.The three police cars of the Municipal Bureau lined up vertically, galloping towards their destination with their dazzling lights flashing, and an ominous wind blew up on the empty highway.

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Chu Yan was sitting on the high chair at the small bar in the basement, with two empty bottles of red wine in front of him, and a little bottom left in the glass next to him, and the sweetness of pure brewing remained in the constant temperature air.He folded his arms on the table, leaned his chin crookedly against the back of his hands, and stared at the photo frame in front of him in confusion.

It was a photo of a woman squatting next to a little boy.Behind them was the Sydney Opera House in full bloom, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the sea in bits and pieces, illuminating the beautiful amber pupils of the little boy like gold, as if there were stars hiding in them.

The little boy was about six or seven years old, with a cute and cute appearance, with a clean and pure smile on his white and tender face, and he was stretching out his arms in the gesture of holding the sunset.The face of the woman next to her was very soft, and her facial features were beautifully drawn with fine brushwork. She squatted beside the little boy and wrapped his arms around his waist. She cast her loving eyes on that cheerful little face. The breeze from the man's temples fills the whole picture, peaceful and warm.

Chu Yan didn't know how long he looked at it, but his eyes kept falling on the woman's eyes, as if he wanted to find something in those eyes.Looking at it, the eyes were a little blurred, the head eroded by alcohol was shaking slightly, and he didn't realize that the upper body had been tilted out of the table.

The cell phone in his trouser pocket started to vibrate for unknown times, which awakened his somewhat dislocated consciousness.He took out the phone, and saw the word "idiot" on it, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, adjusted it to silent mode, and put the phone on the table.

He stretched, drank the last sip of red wine left at the bottom of the glass, licked his dry lips, glanced at the lemonade on the edge of the sink, and finally leaned his upper body on the table again.

So thirsty, but so tired, I don't want to move.

His lazy eyes fell back to the photo, and his white fingertips poked the woman's face through the cold glass, muttering something, with a faint smile on his face.It wasn't until the flickering of the phone screen stopped again that he slowly closed his eyes, and finally fell asleep in a drowsy state.

Ten minutes later, there was an extremely slight "click" sound from the door on the first floor.

Chu Yan fell asleep lying on the bar counter, completely ignoring the inconspicuous disturbance.A pair of feet wearing shoe covers stopped at the door. The man wearing a black mask was plugged into a bluetooth headset in his left ear. He looked around vigilantly through the sunglasses, and quietly closed the door after confirming that there was no movement on the first floor.

He was wearing a peaked cap and pure cotton gloves on his hands, covering all exposed parts tightly, like a professional break-in.But he wasn't as nervous as a normal door-breaker. Instead, he walked quietly to the door of the basement and listened attentively to the movement inside for a while.

After confirming that Chu Yan was indeed asleep, he went straight to the second floor, turned the handle carefully, and pushed the study door open a crack.

There was no one in the study.

He looked back, stepped in and closed the door, picked up Chu Yan's briefcase on the table, found a bunch of special keys, and used one of them to open the cabinet on the left side of the desk.

There is a drawer in the cabinet, which is equipped with a fingerprint + password lock like the door in the basement.He took out a small box from his pocket and opened it, and there was a transparent fingerprint made of special material on the gray sponge pad.He bit off the glove of his right hand with his teeth, carefully pressed his index finger on the fingerprint, and stretched it to the fingerprint reader.

The green light flashed, and the fingerprint reader confirmed it. He breathed a sigh of relief and entered an eight-digit password on the button on the right.

With the sound of the lock cylinder being opened, he wiped off the sweat oozing from his forehead, and hurriedly opened the drawer.

The drawer that should have held a stack of papers was empty.He was taken aback, as soon as he stood up, the handle of the study was turned, and the heavy mahogany door opened in response.A tall figure was lazily leaning against the door frame, with a faint glint in his drunken eyes, and he smiled maliciously at him.

"I'm still wondering how long you can endure it, I'm almost falling asleep after waiting."

The slender eye ends were dyed a layer of pink by alcohol, with a peach blossom-like complexion.He was clearly in a state of drunkenness, but it made people feel that he was determined to hold everything in the palm of his hand.

The man glanced at him calmly, and pulled out the dagger he had prepared from his back.

Chu Yan looked at the sharp cold light, but did not show the slightest panic. Instead, he covered his mouth with his hands and yawned.The man knows that things have been exposed, and he doesn't want to waste time watching him pretend.He decisively walked around the desk and rushed towards him.