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He also called Young Master Young Master, not only a code name, but also a bit of role-playing fun: "Master, do you think it will continue?"

The young master sat on the wooden sofa with his legs crossed, feeling that the wood was a bit rough, which shows how long it took.But he stood for a longer time, his waist began to ache, and the "experiment" basically came to an end.

"Forget it, I probably don't know." The young master ordered.

"Okay." He injected a shot of succinylcholine into the man lying on the dissecting table, killing the guy in an instant.

"The rest is up to you, do you want me to watch?" the young master asked.

"No need, it's rare to have such a good material, I want to study it carefully." He replied.

"OK, see you up there." The young master stood up resolutely, stretched his waist and went upstairs. Although his legs were a little numb after sitting for too long, he was still excited mentally and walked briskly.

He watched the young master leave, and only then did he get excited.

In fact, he didn't like Ling Chi that much, it was the young master who liked the brilliance of humanity erupting on the verge of death, that's why he did it so extreme.

He only likes dissecting dead bodies. He has tried dissecting live mice, live shrimps, live rabbits, and live people, but he still finds these things more pleasing when they don't talk.

He likes the ultimate silence, only the sound of scalpels cutting skin and separating tissues.But most of the time he was in an extremely noisy environment, even when he went home, there was still a nagging young master.

Maybe many members of the special case team and the current banquet don't know that the young master especially likes people to say that he is nagging, he dares to say it, and Deng Boxuan dares to say it, so they can live together.

Now the young master is annoying Deng Boxuan upstairs, asking Deng Boxuan to play an earthy love song on the piano, but the young artist flatly refuses, and the noise can be heard downstairs.

They live here quite happily. They talk about technology and art upstairs, and talk about murder in the basement.

This is a person who just "talked" to him. After being poisoned, he opened his eyes inexplicably. Maybe this is death.

It's a pity that he is not afraid at all, he sees these are handicrafts.

Blood vessels, nerves, tissues and muscles, he separated every tissue, and suddenly the young master opened the door a crack, almost causing him to cut in the wrong place.

"What's for dinner?" the young master asked, he didn't care what he was doing, he only thought about dinner, "What's the takeaway?"

"Meat." He replied calmly. He likes to eat meat, and he likes steak the most. It can be divided into many small pieces regularly with one knife.

"Pervert! Killing people and eating meat." The young master scolded him in an exaggerated tone, and then quickly closed the door.They are all in their twenties, and there is no mature trend at all.

He shook his head, suppressing the doting smile on the corner of his mouth.He likes the ultimate silence, except for the young master.

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This was the first time for Lu Yuanzhe to come to the drug rehabilitation center. He felt that it was also the first time for Cheng Mo to come, so he put on an open-minded expression as if he had just entered the police station, and followed him obediently.

"Are you coming to ask him for questions at this time?" The old policeman in the drug rehabilitation center gave them a suspicious look. They are so young, it is hard to imagine that this is the team leader and team member who destroyed a drug manufacturing den in spring. Member, this team member is the son of the mayor.

"Well, we plan to investigate the banquet more than ten years ago to see if we can find a breakthrough to deal with this new banquet." Lu Yuanzhe explained to him.

"That's a pretty good idea." The old policeman nodded, and then frowned again, "It's just that this person is not very good, he really can't say anything, his brain is ruined by drugs. "

"I've seen the most difficult ones, and I can't give up on him alone. I heard that he was a very important member before?" Lu Yuanzhe asked him.

"Let's put it this way, he is the translator of the drug manufacturing den. He can be used when dealing with foreigners. He knows a lot of things, but he is not sentenced to death. It's a pity that he is addicted to drugs. He is either in prison or in a drug rehabilitation center." The old policeman told him.

Lu Yuanzhe nodded: "Try it, maybe it's a breakthrough..."

They quickly walked to the end room and saw Fan Jianhong lying in it.This was considered to be when he was in a relatively good condition, and he could move freely in the room. When he was addicted to drugs, he had to be tied up so that he would not harm himself.

He really only has the physique of a clerical worker, thin and small, although he is only in his forties, he is already in his sixties or seventies.

The old policeman called his name several times, but he didn't turn his head to look. Finally, he had no choice but to call out, "Pigeon."

Hearing the code name, Fan Jianhong started to play, but didn't speak. He looked around and looked at them through the visiting window.

"It's not that he is nostalgic for Yan, it's that he is afraid." The old policeman introduced.

Both Lu Yuanzhe and Cheng Mo could tell that he was shaking.

After waking him up, and seeing that he was still mentally stable, the old policeman took them in: "Pigeon, your friend is here to see you."

"What friend?" Fan Jianhong narrowed his eyes and looked at him. "I don't have any friends. Do you have any medicine? Give me some."

The old policeman didn't listen to what he said, and took a look at Lu Yuanzhe: "Just ask if you have anything, anyway, he will go crazy after a few words, so there is no need to sit down."

Lu Yuanzhe looked at him. He had scars on his head and hands. It seemed that he had done a lot of self-harm. He didn't know whether he did it when he was taking drugs or when he was addicted to drugs.

"Gezi, do you remember me?" Lu Yuanzhe asked him, and smiled at him.

Fan Jianhong's eyes moved to him, and he frowned quickly.The old policeman thought he was going crazy now, subconsciously stepped back, and wanted to take out the electric shock baton, but he frowned and struggled for a while, and suddenly choked out: "It's you... ah, it's you..."

"Remember me?" Lu Yuanzhe asked again, still maintaining a friendly expression. He originally wanted to catch up with him as an old friend, but Lu Yuanzhe and Cheng Mo were stunned by his next sentence.

"Is Zhang Tao okay?" He asked.

For just a few seconds of astonishment, Lu Yuanzhe thought a lot, how should he answer so as not to irritate him?Good or not?

Finally he decided to tell the truth: "I don't know, have you contacted him?"

Fan Jianhong waved his hand: "No, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I can't get in touch for a long time."

They haven't found Zhang Tao's life trajectory until now, and they didn't expect to hear it here.Could it be that after Zhang Tao went missing, he lived in Yan's base and was friends with Fan Jianhong?

But Zhang Tao is not important now, the question is, who is Lu Yuanzhe now?Lu Yuanzhe couldn't ask Fan Jianhong, it would break the balance of this illusion.

He didn't speak, and Fan Jianhong stretched out his hand first: "Is there any medicine? Give me some, you can always find a way."

"I don't have it now either." Lu Yuanzhe shrugged at him, "If you tell me how to get it, I can get it for you."

"You will find a way. Don't talk to me. You took it." At this point, Fan Jianhong suddenly hugged his head, and the conversation partner in his mind seemed to have changed, "I didn't take it, I didn't take it, He gave it to me, I dare not..."

Then he suddenly went crazy, forgot what he was talking about, and no matter how he asked, he kept going back and forth—he didn't take it, it wasn't him, he didn't dare.

Of course, Lu Yuanzhe and Cheng Mo refused to give up. After he calmed down, he asked several times, but he never encountered the time of being admitted wrong again.He was either ignorant of the answer, or very frightened, avoiding all questions about the banquet.

Only once, when they mentioned Zhang Tao, he said a few important words in his broken thoughts: "You are dead, you have been dead for a long time, I am dead, I am also dead...don't come to me , you go and see him, he is very lively here to play, he will not stop talking to you."

Through these words, Lu Yuanzhe seemed to understand, and he only expressed his conjecture when he and Cheng Mo drove home: "He thinks I am the young master, the young master is about the same age as us. According to him, the young master and Zhang Tao It has a lot to do with it, that's why he asked the young master where Zhang Tao is."

A child who is lively, steals drugs, and can come and go freely in the drug manufacturing den, he can't think of anyone else except the young master.

"I think so." Cheng Mo nodded, "Twelve years ago, the Public Security Bureau took away the largest stronghold of Yan, and basically all the guards were killed. It's normal for people who don't live there not to know the young master."

It's a pity that the battle was too fierce, and the issue of keeping alive could not be considered at all.

"Well, but it seems that the young master already had quite a status at that time. Is it Zhang Tao's child? Zhang Tao, a photographer, how could he have such status in the banquet? If so, how could he die without any news?" Cheng Mo felt a little puzzled.

"Let's check again, there will always be more clues. Didn't we touch the edge this time?" Lu Yuanzhe encouraged, "Although it is far from what we imagined, it is not without gains."

"Yeah." Cheng Mo nodded.

For nearly a month, all the other people who visited had cut off contact with Yan. Yan seemed to be a brand new organization, except for the young master, who had completely started from scratch. Only they got some useful information today.

"Why do you think the young master gave up on those who could help him? He is so confident in his own strength?" Lu Yuanzhe asked.

"Maybe..." Cheng Mo thought for a while before answering, "He doesn't know which people are his own, does he? After all, the banquet has already been infiltrated and found out before it was taken away."

Cheng Song and the anti-narcotics team worked together, and the entire operation to destroy the banquet took no more than three months from the beginning to the end. It was considered a surprise attack. Yan might still be looking for the ghost.

"I won't talk about the anti-narcotics team. Your dad is really incredible. I have mixed feelings about him." Lu Yuanzhe remembered the files he had read that day, and couldn't help complaining again.

I have seen someone who can follow the clues, but I have never seen someone who can follow the clues. I don’t know, but I thought Cheng Song installed a monitor at the banquet.

Cheng Mo smiled and made no comment.

It was close to ten o'clock when they got home, but they still had a late-night snack and cleared up their appetite before going to bed.

"I found that your biological clock is changing, and you are going to bed later and later." Lying on the bed, Lu Yuanzhe suddenly remembered this, and looked at Cheng Mo curiously.

"Maybe... you led me to ruin it?" Cheng Mo joked and glanced at him.

"Can't it be that your sleep quality has improved?" he asked.

"Yes." Cheng Mo immediately admitted, reaching into his quilt and holding his hand, "I used to go to bed early because I would be afraid of going to bed late, but not now."

"Really..." He wanted to listen to it again, to hear Cheng Mo boasting about his boyfriend, "How did I make you feel at ease, can you expand on it?"

"No." Cheng Mo showed an invulnerable smile again, but shyly looked away.