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Buheng's mobile phone SIM card was taken away.

It was already very late, and the reporting work could only be completed on the program the next day.

"What should I do now?" Bu Heng asked.

His face looked a little pale under the incandescent light.

"Come on, our experts will tell you how to communicate with the suspect." The director took him to a small conference hall.There were several computers and documents piled on the table, and the ashtray was full.

The criminal police in charge of this case greeted Bu Heng.

Bu Heng no longer concealed his exhaustion, and repeated his fabricated identity expressionlessly.

But the person who got Luo Yizhou's cell phone had already sensed the danger, so he turned off the phone without answering the phone.

"According to past experience, it will take a few days to wait for the tracking results from the technical department." The person in charge said relaxedly, "Take a good rest."

How is it possible?

In the convenience store downstairs of the new home, Bu Heng brought a few cans of beer with him and sat by the flower bed to drink.

He called Qi Tian again.

"You have already cleared the game once." Bu Heng's voice seemed a little cold, "I ask you, did anyone die in the later stage?"

Qi Tian was taken aback by his cold voice, hesitated for a long time before saying: "It's only in the first generation that someone dies. Didn't you already know about it?"

There is a will left in this world that prevents them from communicating with each other normally.So when they met last time, he and Qi Tian made some agreements.

The "Yaimu" here refers to Luo Yizhou's father who was prosecuted and then disappeared.

"Has there been any vicious criminal incidents in the second generation?" Bu Heng asked again.

"...What are you talking about?" Qi Tian didn't hear clearly.

It seems that it violated the plot and was blocked.

How could he forget?

In the original plot, Luo Yizhou was a vicious villain. Under the dual stimulation of killing his father and taking his wife, he retaliated against Zhang Huanming without a bottom line, and almost went to destruction in the end.

"I want to see you."

"Ah...but I'm not here."

Bu Heng squeezed the can and threw it into the trash can.He stood up, but his voice sank, "You want to run?"

Qi Tian sounded like he was about to cry, "No, no. You don't know, my job is gone, and I owe a sum of money, so I want to go out and hide."

"Buy tickets for tomorrow and come back." Bu Heng thought, no wonder he saw Qi Tian in a taxi in the last video call, and he might have already run away.

He had to ask him face to face, even if it exposed his hole cards, it didn't matter.

Qi Tian is the real bug in this world.

After a suffocating silence, Qi Tian's voice trembled.

"Don't push me. Please!!"

"Dudu..."

Bu Heng pinched his temples, and put the mobile phone, which was no longer on a call, into his pocket.How much does this guy owe?

A few days later, Bu Heng came to the Municipal Bureau.

The person in charge was annoyed by his urging calls, and when he saw him again after getting the results, he finally gained confidence, "The source of the signal is between Fusong and Tonghua."

Bu Heng had never heard of these two place names.

The person in charge pointed to the map pasted in the conference hall. At the northernmost point of the national border, there are famous mountains in the administrative area, which are covered with snow all year round.

"They're all in Xilin Province."

Bu Heng's eyelashes trembled, and he turned to look at the map.

He suddenly thought of a long time ago.

Once he found many blank books in the library, and found that the reality of this world is limited.Let's just say it's like an amusement park that's only powered on when it needs to be open.

So most of the places on the map are theoretically dark amusement parks.

At this time, the door of the meeting room was violently pushed open.

Luo Yizhou's cousin appeared in the crack of the door, his lips were pale, and his eyes were full of incomprehensible worries.

The entire room is full of criminal police, with a formidable aura.

The cousin said weakly: "Comrade police, our family has received new clues. Didn't Xiaozhou disappear before? We thought, maybe the person who kidnapped him never left the city..."

Behind his fat body is a well-dressed woman.The woman pushed him, with a nervous expression on her face: "Forget it, let me tell."

"There were eyewitnesses on the Xijingtan Expressway who saw him being pushed and shoved into a GM sedan. But we don't know the license plate number."

The cousin reminded: "The one who knows the license plate."

Woman: "You shut up!"

The criminal police took the two people who brought new clues to a special place for questioning.

While sorting out the materials, someone said: "We checked the surveillance day and night, but we didn't see any shadows, and we offered a huge reward and we didn't find anyone who provided clues. How did they get stuck at a critical point all of a sudden?"

"Even the license plate number... Cough, keep working."

Bu Heng felt that he had been scrutinized again.Everyone here is worried about his presence, and may be afraid that a bad guess will cause his mood swings.

Isn't it just a family dispute?

He left the city bureau, and on the side of the main road, endured his dizziness and opened the network map.

Bu Heng blinked his dry eyes, and carefully looked at the vertical and horizontal black and white high-speed routes.Sure enough, Xijingtan is a long-distance highway leading to Xilin Province.

The details of what he is going through now are bluffing.

Is this further proof that the gears of the plot have turned again.

Bu Heng instinctively grasped a sliver of the truth, he couldn't think about it anymore, he had to hurry on the road.

In a distant place, someone may be waiting for him with crying red eyes.

……

Luo Yizhou opened his eyes.

This is the dirtiest corner of the car, the trunk.

He moved his bruised wrist from the rope, lowered his head, and tasted a bit of salty blood with his tongue.

"Don't give up on me." A few seconds later, he murmured and closed his eyes again.

The author has something to say: Hand bruises are more serious, I post as much as I write.

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