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"Angel?" Yan Ji said to himself, "Van Gogh did paint a half-life portrait of an angel, but it's completely different. God, religion...huh?"

Yan Ji handed the phone to Yan Deng, and said in a low voice, "Look, isn't there a similarity between the sticker on the motorcycle and the logo on the rope of Dianjin Pharmaceutical's work card?"

Yan Deng didn't answer the phone, and glanced sideways: "The outline is similar."

The rope of the work card is very narrow, not as thick as chopsticks, and the logo on it is roughly like a simple drawing.If it weren't for the long wings and obvious arcs on both sides, you would think it was a five-pointed star if you didn't look carefully.

Yan Ji nodded, and fiddled with Xiaowei's mobile phone for a while, when the mobile phone in her shoulder bag rang a notification tone.

Yan Ji returned the phone to Xiaowei: "May I ask your surname?"

"……eleven."

Yan Ji took out his mobile phone from his bag and noted his name: "I think you guys are very experienced in dealing with the police, so we won't make trouble. Go out of the parking lot and turn left and walk straight to the city police station. It's about 5 minutes away. You have I'm calling, I need to contact you."

"Okay, okay." Eleven was perfunctory, then realized that there was no signal here, and he couldn't even contact the deputy team, "You... have my number?"

Yan Ji shook the phone: "The Bluetooth function is sometimes very convenient."

Eleven put the phone in his pocket and decided to stay away from the two of them.

Yan Ji saw that Eleven kicked the two traffickers, and the three gradually walked away, while Zhao Xiaobing walked over with the third brother on his back, followed by the insurance seller and the milk powder buyer, limping pitifully.

Yan Ji walked towards them: "When the three of you were hanging outside the balcony, did you notice the bedroom window?"

Calculated according to the time, when the five of them confronted Xu Duyan in the living room, the motorcyclist picked up Wang Xiaohong and the two babies.

The third brother, the insurance seller, and the milk powder seller all shook their heads. When they saw the gas cylinder ignited, they thought it was going to explode in the next second. They were so frightened that they had no time to pay attention to other things.

Yan Ji asked again: "After you fell, did you see anything? Like the lights of the car? Or the sound of the motorcycle engine?"

The third brother Jinji stood alone, muttering: "It's almost hurting to death, who pays attention to this."

Yan Ji was quite regretful when he heard this, because based on the timing of the photos taken on November [-], the three people who fell from the balcony were likely to have witnessed a motorcyclist at close range.But judging by the way these three people were in a hurry, they probably didn't see anything.

While the few people were talking, people from the demolition company had already trotted over from behind the ruins in the distance.There were more than one or twenty people in the mighty crowd, and the front one was tall and thin, with his waist stretched out and one hand in his trouser pocket.

Yan Ji didn't want to meet these people face to face, so he said to Zhao Xiaobing: "Let's go now."

Zhao Xiaobing quickly agreed: "Enen, go back quickly. When the gas cylinder is moved down, this building will be demolished. Today is all thanks to you, and we will have a good meal another day."

The insurance seller and the milk powder buyer nodded repeatedly.

"We'll talk about it another day. You guys are busy first." After Yan Ji finished speaking, he looked sideways at Yan Deng, "Let's go."

The two walked through the barbed wire fence, the towering buildings in front of them were brightly lit, and looking back at the ruins behind them, the place was dark and desolate.

Yan Ji said in a low voice: "I heard the baby crying again. The time should be when they were taken away by the motorcyclist. I could feel that they were very scared."

Yan Deng turned his head to look at Yan Ji.

The neon lights in the distance made Yan Ji's face flickering, his cheek muscles were tense and his cheeks were sharp, his eyes were out of focus, his lips were tightly pursed, and his hands were clenched into fists.She was enduring some kind of pain, or rather restraining some kind of anger.

Yan Deng withdrew his gaze and said in an ordinary tone, "You couldn't have been very relaxed at that time."

Yan Ji frowned and recalled: "At that time, I was afraid that Xu Duyan would light up the gas bottle and burn himself. In order to appease him, I made myself look as relaxed as possible. Can I control my abilities?"

Seeing that the subject had changed, Yan Deng took advantage of the situation and said, "Try."

Yan Ji followed Yan Deng's signal and saw a person running away from the milk tea shop not far away, walking towards the direction of the two of them.

Yan Ji took a deep breath, constantly reminding himself to relax.When the man was close to her eyes, she said softly: "It's useless, I can't hear any sound. But I feel that he is looking for you."

Yan Deng replied: "Don't feel it, she just came to find me."

The clerk of the milk tea shop approached, carrying a bag in his hand, and smiled shyly at Yan Deng: "Hi, your book was forgotten in our shop."

Yan Deng reached out to take the book: "Thank you, my name is Yan Deng."

Yan Ji's temples twitched, and he raised his eyes to look at the boy from the milk tea shop: his facial features are fairly regular, but he is not handsome.A job in a milk tea shop shouldn't be high... well, it's a decent job anyway.

The brother from the milk tea shop was flattered: "My name is Lu Yanqi."

Yan Deng asked again: "Did you see a white motorcycle?"

Seeing the hint, Yan Ji quickly showed the blurry photo to Lu Yanqi.Lu Yanqi carefully gathered together, and said uncertainly: "I don't have any impression, but there is a surveillance camera in our store facing the parking lot. I can adjust the surveillance. Or, why not leave a WeChat message."

"I don't have a mobile phone." Boss Yan looked at Yan Ji very frankly.

Yan Ji couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, so he added Lu Yanqi's WeChat.

Saying goodbye to Lu Yanqi, Yan Ji and Yan Deng walked out of the parking lot side by side, and stood at the bus stop waiting for the night bus.While chatting without saying a word, Yan Ji suddenly remembered something: "I haven't seen Mr. Jing Xing these few days."

Yan Deng glanced at her: "If it's not convenient, I'll go back to Youtang."

Yan Ji asked inexplicably, "What's the inconvenience?"

Yan Deng stared at the stop sign, and said indifferently, "I'm afraid it will affect your meal."

Yan Ji thought for a while: "I think the revolving restaurant is better."

Yan Deng raised the corner of his mouth: "Hmph."

Yan Ji smiled, hesitating a bit: "That day at the gate of the city hall, I overheard Mr. Jing Xing calling. He seemed to be reporting something to someone. Anyway, the wording was a bit strange."

Yan Deng knew clearly in his heart: "I am dealing with this matter, and I will tell you after it is resolved."

Yan Ji nodded: "Okay, although I can't help you much, but if you need it, you must tell me."

Seeing her serious face, Yan Deng pretended to think: "The rent is ten yuan, it cannot be raised."

Yan Ji laughed: "Okay."

"Serves three meals."

"it is good."

"Buy a villa for you."

"Okay... hey, this is not good, the decoration cost is too high."

"Didn't Zhang Gongyu teach you that you must keep your word?"

"You tricked me."

"What do you mean?"

"..."

It was already 11:30 when the two returned to Building No. [-] of Zhengguang New Village.

Yan Ji came out of the shower, opened the door and walked into the bedroom.Yan Deng hugged the blanket and closed his eyes to rest, his eyelashes were thick, and he trembled slightly as Yan Ji approached, like a frightened butterfly flapping its wings.

Yan Ji poked Yan Deng's cheek with his fingertips, it was delicate and soft, and he couldn't help poking it again.

Yan Deng opened his eyes, with a disgusted expression: "Why?"

Yan Ji embraced the thin blanket, a little embarrassed: "...Itchy hands."

Mr. Yan was dubious: "Tu Feng You Jing."

"Fengyoujing?" Yan Ji picked up the sketchbook on the bedside table, "It's really rare that you know such an ancient thing as Fengyoujing."

Yan Deng turned his back to her.

Yan Ji opened the sketchbook.The base station tower on the first page, Guanqiao Village on the second page, and the Yifu sheep farm on the third page are only a sketch.

Turning to a new page, Yan Ji pulled off the cap of the sketch pen, and brushed the tip of the pen to draw the dilapidated building in Xu Duyan's house.

Yan Deng waited for a while and did not see Yan Ji talking to him, but there was a "rustling" sound next to him, and he could not help but hum and hugged the blanket tightly and closed his eyes.

Dangerous buildings emerged little by little on the blank drawing paper, Yan Ji stared at them for a while, and suddenly realized that there was a lack of a pair of "Dianjin Pharmaceutical Underground Laboratory" in the middle.

"Dianjin Pharmaceutical!" Yan Ji sat up straight suddenly, a vague idea flashed in his mind, like a light spot floating out of the sea of ​​consciousness, and he tried desperately to catch it but couldn't catch it.

She frowned and was anxious and impatient, she reached out and shook Yan Deng: "Xi Feilan, what Xi Feilan said..."

Yan Deng hugged the blanket and sat up, his expression was extremely displeased, his eyes were deep, and there was a condescending indifference to the common people, even the beauty mole at the end of his eyes looked fierce.

Yan Ji didn't pay attention to Boss Yan's face at all, but excitedly put her shoulders and asked: "Do you still remember what Xi Feilan said in the car? What company is she? What group?"

Yan Deng squinted at her: "...Pasi Group."

Yan Ji jumped up and picked up the phone, talking incoherently with excitement: "Yes, yes, the Parsi group, the Parsi people, Zoroastrianism, not some bust of an angel, that is the symbol of Zoroastrianism !"

Yan Ji turned on the phone and searched for pictures: "Look, does it look like it?"

The picture looks like a flying eagle with its wings spread out horizontally. There is a circle on the back of the flying eagle, and inside the circle stands a god with a tall hat and long beard.The god replaced the head and neck of the flying eagle, and it looks like wings from a distance.

This is the most well-known religious pattern in Zoroastrianism, known as the Faravahar.As for what it specifically represents, the academic circles are still arguing.

The similarity of the single wheel, whether it is the logo on the work card of Dianjin Pharmaceutical, or the pattern on the mysterious motorcycle that picked up Wang Xiaoping tonight, can be matched.

Yan Ji saw that Yan Deng was fascinated by the pictures on the phone, so he explained: "Zoroastrian is the founder. You may not be familiar with Zoroastrianism, but you must have heard of Fire Worship."

Yan Deng stared at the phone screen with dark eyes, revealing gloom: "I've seen this pattern before."

Yan Ji heard something was wrong, and asked softly, "When?"

Yan Deng looked at Yan Ji, with unknown emotions surging deep in his eyes: "A long time ago, a long time ago."

Yan Ji was waiting to ask, but Yan Deng rushed ahead of her and said, "Tell me about Zoroastrianism."

Yan Ji looked at Yan Deng, saw that she was not unusual, and felt relieved: "I don't know much about it, I just looked at the Zoroastrian murals and looked up the history of ancient Persia. It would be great if I were a teacher."

Yan Ji lowered his head and flipped through the data on his mobile phone, and said emphatically: "In the 6th century BC, Zoroastrian reformed the traditional polytheism and founded Zoroastrianism. In China, it is called Zoroastrianism and Zoroastrianism. It is characterized by monotheism and dualism. View, the omniscient and omnipotent creator Ahura Mazda. Good and evil are opposed to good and evil, and the world is a place where good and evil fight between good and evil, and the world is a battle between the good god Ahura and the evil god Angora."

Yan Ji swiped the screen with his thumb, looked at it for a while and said: "Zoroastrianism is the state religion of ancient Persia. Great impact. Still powerful.”

Yan Deng asked: "The current situation of Zoroastrianism."

Yan Ji pursed his lips: "Mr. Yan, you are asking me to destroy national unity. Ahem, the Persian dynasty died in the Muslim/Sin/Lin in the 7th century AD. At first, he showed tolerance to the Zoroastrians and paid the money. Later allowed to keep their faith. A few years later forced the Zoroastrians to convert to Islam. Hey, let me just say the Parsees."

"The country was subjugated in the 7th century AD, and some descendants of ancient Persia migrated to India, forming a unique social group called the Parsis. In the 17th century, they began to work as compradors for the British East India Company." Yan Ji showed surprise, "Here According to some information, by 1852, among the 41 foreign companies in Shanghai, there were 8 Parsi firms. In 1860, of the 73 firms in Hong Kong, 17 were Parsee firms.

Yan Deng frowned slightly: "The country was subjugated and fled in the 7th century AD, and revival began in the 1000th century, [-] years. How many people are there in this group?"

"On the Internet, there are no more than 10 people in the world." Yan Ji stretched out his hand, "First of all, I can't be sure that Dianjin Pharmaceutical, motorcycles, and Farawaha are the same pattern. / Click. It is said on the Internet that they are very rich. In the end, Qian Hong, the sheep farm, Dianjin Pharmaceutical, the Rhododendron in Slaterooge, and Wang Xiaoping’s family, with a hoe in the east and a hammer in the west, are completely indistinguishable It doesn't matter."

Yan Deng's expression was solemn, she had a premonition that all the undercurrents would converge, and that beneath the huge waves was the truth that was covered up.I have to plan ahead, so that I can free up my hands to turn over old accounts.

Yan Ji rubbed his eyes, covered his lips and yawned: "Did I turn off the light?"

"Okay." Yan Deng hugged the quilt and lay down.

In the dark, Yan Ji said in a daze, "However, I feel...these things are related."