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Self-blame, a kind of strange, hidden and suppressed, deeply buried strong emotion emerged from the bottom of Cheng Ling's heart because of the long absence, and it grabbed him tightly, and he even had an impulsive thought for a moment.

It was not a specific thought, it was fleeting, and its content could not even be grasped, but it was so strong that it almost overwhelmed Cheng Ling's reason.

He knew the current situation and touched a memory about the past, but obviously now is not a good time to be disturbed by past emotions.

Zhong Zhe is already in danger. If he wants to find him, he must find him first.

Now, you must be more careful in your actions. The man Zhong Zhe is following is the key to the man who was meeting in the fast food restaurant.

Cheng Ling didn't dare to be careless in the slightest. With his super memory, he carefully recalled all the ordinary cars that passed by. From the beginning to the end, there was not a single face that coincided with that of the joint man.

The signature pen landed on the dining car, and further ahead were the first-class cars, including two business cars and one luxury first-class car.

Just as Cheng Ling was thinking, the door of the business car connected to the dining car opened, and a beautiful female flight attendant walked out. She came to the bar and announced the names of the two bottles of champagne.

The bartender smiled while he was busy: "Is it so good to drink so early in the morning?"

"A group of people who are engaged in music, probably because of a successful tour, signed a record or something, anyway, we have to celebrate." The female flight attendant blinked, because there were people at the bar, and she didn't want to gossip about the guests. She smiled politely at Cheng Ling and asked He returned to the carriage with wine glasses and champagne.

Cheng Ling sat down in front of the bar and ordered a glass of ice water.

He already had an idea in his mind, and started chatting casually with the bartender, "Is it some star band? I like music quite a bit, maybe I have the opportunity to ask for an autograph or something."

The bartender smiled and said, "It's not what you think. It's like a small chamber orchestra, not very famous. And they probably don't want to be disturbed. No, the whole business class is covered."

Cheng Ling had already made up his mind completely, he chatted a few more words casually, and exited the dining car.

Beside the window, the late autumn scenery on both sides of the railway was speeding backwards. Cheng Ling had completely recovered his patience and calmness. He waited like a hunting wolf, disappearing from the crowd.

If these people had booked a whole car, then he didn't need to go in and scare the snake.

He can be sure that Zhong Zhe's disappearance is related to these people. Now the flight attendants are serving in the train. At least during the two-hour journey, the other party will not be in a hurry, and Zhong Zhe is safe.

Once the car is parked, play it by ear.

The train stops at Gare du Nord on time.

Cheng Ling kept a close eye on the movement of the business car. A group of half-drunk musicians came down to the platform. The beautiful stewardess said goodbye to them on the steps. Several of them raised their hands high and whistled to her.

Cheng Ling keenly observed that on the palm of one of them, there were obviously several calluses that were different from ordinary people.Perhaps people who play musical instruments will also have such calluses, but Cheng Ling is more aware of the thickness distribution of calluses for a person who has been training to use guns all year round.

People at the station dispersed one after another, and the carriage gradually emptied, until finally, the man in the fast food restaurant stepped out of the carriage, with a dark brown sweater and scarf covering most of his face.

No, everyone got out of the car, and Zhong Zhe was still nowhere to be seen.

Cheng Ling thought that they would coerce Zhong Zhe, or casually lie to the flight attendant after he was fainted, and fool him when he was sick or drunk.

But how did a big living person disappear on the narrow train.

Even satellite signals are blocked.

Cheng Ling has encountered more difficult situations than this more than once or twice, but it has never made his heart beat faster and it is difficult to control it like this moment.

The pretend band has started to walk out of the platform. Should they rush to the train and search again, or follow these people out of the station.

Cheng Ling decisively chose the latter, trusting his intuition when necessary.

When a group of people walked halfway, two porters rushed to these group members pushing several carts of musical instruments of different sizes to help them get out of the station and load their cars.

Cheng Ling's eyes fell on the piles of musical instrument boxes in the distance, long, square... until the tall black double bass case firmly attracted his attention.

Tall and heavy, what could be better than a custom-made human-shaped musical instrument box to hide the figure, block the security check, and block the tracking signal by the way.

Cheng Ling clearly felt that the tight strings in his heart were loosened. He dialed the logistics, and heard the voice of the new student again as no surprise.

This time, Cheng Ling's opening question stunned the new students.

"What's your code name?"

"Uh?"

She obviously didn't expect Cheng Ling to ask this question. There are a lot of full-time employees who do logistics and technical support, not to mention she is an intern.

"Report sir, I don't have a code name yet."

"Oh, take one then, now."

"Sir..."

The new student was a little at a loss for this, but what followed was uncontrollable excitement, code name, did she actually have a code name?The officer insisted on giving her a code name. Does this mean that she will definitely be promoted to a regular worker, so does she still need to take the hell assessment?Or is it necessary, but just follow the procedure...

"You take it yourself, or I take it for you.

what's on your mind?The code name is needed because you assigned it to me, and having a code name is convenient for action. "

The new student's unrestrained imagination was successfully interrupted by Cheng Ling. After her wild thoughts came to her senses, she was a little afraid that Cheng Ling, who was the officer, would give her a name. That was her code name!

So, do it yourself.

"Report sir, I've made up my mind, the code name - Shit Shovel Officer."

There was silence on the other end of the communication.

"Well, sir, I took this code name for a reason..."

"Shit shovel officer."

"Yes, sir."

"Let them get you a plane and bring all the things you should bring. Within two hours, I will see you in Paris. At that time, you can explain."

"Yes, sir!"

Cheng Ling closely followed the fake band, and he watched as they lifted the heavy double bass to the back of the truck, and then dropped the door.

He drove the car and followed the truck far away, trying to reason rationally that Zhong Zhe was put into the box by that group while he was unconscious.

He couldn't think about that one ten-thousandth, if, if Zhong Zhe was awake, almost, as long as this possibility was touched, his emotions would no longer be self-control.

He had to forcibly close his mind. He had given Zhong Zhe the pill. If there was any chance, he hoped that he had swallowed the pill.

It was hard for Cheng Ling to think any further, especially when he thought about the worst case, he couldn't even convince his own reason that he was 100% sure that Zhong Zhe was in that double bass case.

Just get everything out of your mind.

On the noisy streets of Paris, the autumn is bright, and there are elegant and romantic buildings everywhere. Cheng Ling drifts in the river of cars, staring at the truck with firm and cold eyes.

It has nothing to do with reason at the moment, he is so sure that Zhong Zhe is there, knowing that he is there waiting for him.