quarter quotient

In Guanghua District, Yunpan City, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the duplex flat on the top floor of Mansion No. [-], a man in a bathrobe was answering the phone.

Outside the window, most of the Yunpan City can be seen. From this height, the traffic, buildings, and streets are like building blocks without warmth and emotion, and the people walking through them are like floating dust, small and insignificant.

In front of this window, it seems that you can reach out to pick up the stars and the moon at night, and you can step to catch up with the sun during the day.Money makes people stand at the top, look down and belittle everything under their feet.

Except for power, of course.

"Zhang Chuang, don't learn from my uncle. It's normal to play with women, but remember that women outside are like contact lenses. The daily disposable type is the safest, but don't sow seeds everywhere. In the end, my dad will help him clean up the mess. If you don't say it with your old face, you almost ruined the big thing."

The cigarette was held between his fingers for a long time without taking a puff, and the long ash fell when Zhang Chuang slowly curled up his hands.He stared at the gray and black stain on the ground, stepped on it with his toes, and responded in a submissive tone: "Brother, don't worry, nothing will happen. Now that the company's name has been cut, even if something happens, it will be fine." It will affect business."

"What the hell am I talking about? What if the old boy exposes your family's bad things in front of the police and implicates our family? My old man is trying to jump up. He is old enough. The qualifications have also met the standard, you can't let him stumble in the dirty drain of your house. You know that today's reporters can't find anything? Also, don't just think about earning those few copper coins all day long, you have to keep your eyes open In the long run, how did the money come from? How did the business come from? Didn’t you count it?”

"I understand." Zhang Chuang replied, "Brother, calm down. This kind of thing will never happen again. That old boy and that bastard have shut up forever."

The other end of the phone seemed to want to say something, so Zhang Chuang quickly changed the topic: "Hey, brother, how is the summer camp activity arranged this time? Is the professor satisfied?"

"Can you be dissatisfied? I tortured people half to death. I heard that there were injuries all over the body. I heard that even the face was covered. In California, the investigation is strict. Fortunately, a certificate of accidental injury was obtained beforehand."

Zhang Chuang said with a smile, "With the help of this professor, it seems that Uncle's affairs will be settled."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Chuang took out a white USB flash drive from the safe, which he bought from Yi Shaoqing for 200 million. In the recording in the USB flash drive, Zhang Chuang felt that he was at most a third-line supporting role, and the real protagonist was the one who was bossing around on the phone just now.

However, the other party didn't know that he had the recording, and thought that Zhang Chuang was blackmailed by Yi Shaoqing because of his father's early pornographic videos.For this reason, the other party also reprimanded Zhang Chuang and his father, not saving face for the elders at all.

When Zhang Chuang was scolded bloody, he gritted his teeth and thought: "What the hell, the life of your family is in my hands, but I don't know it. The superior status and superiority are not only can be of use to me."

He already has money, and now he has power by the throat.He is no longer the little boy who followed people behind buttocks more than ten years ago. At that time, even when he met a pretty little girl, he could only help massage her legs.

A hoarse and muffled whimper came from the recording, and Zhang Chuang could no longer remember what that girl looked like.Even if Yi Shaoqing hadn't come to threaten him, he could hardly remember the crime he committed that night.

He lived without any sense of guilt. After living for so many years, the girl who died in the sunflower field, to him, was like a butterfly that his brothers accidentally slapped to death when they were playing.It did leave a little imprint, but after a long time, it was forgotten.

Zhang Chuang listened to that recording over and over again. He was gradually immersed in the girl's distorted and suppressed screams. He seemed to have returned to that night, which made his blood boil with excitement.

The downstairs doorbell rang ignorantly.Zhang Chuang turned off the recording, put the USB drive back into the safe, and went downstairs anxiously.

If Yi Shaoqing's case has not been solved yet, it would still make sense for the police to come and interrogate him.But now that the murderer has been captured, Zhang Chuang can't think of any reason for the police to find him.However, he still calmly and politely invited the two police officers outside the door into the house.

Zhang Chuang gathered his bathrobe and sat down on the sofa, with his legs crossed and his hands folded in front of his chest.The policeman on the right side of the opposite sofa had a softer appearance, and he didn't speak a word, but for some reason, from the moment Zhang Chuang opened the door, he felt a frosty sense of discomfort and low air pressure.

"I heard that the murderer has been caught." Zhang Chuang looked at the short-haired police officer on the left side of the sofa, and asked, "Why are the two police officers here this time?"

"Mr. Zhang is really powerful. The case is still under investigation, and you have even received insider information." Yin Hao got straight to the point: "We are here this time to find out. When the victim Yi Shaoqing came to you, besides borrowing money, Did you mention anything else?"

"He and I, what else can we talk about besides money?" Zhang Chuang said sarcastically, "Since you can find me, it seems that you have already figured out the relationship between me and him. Presumably you already know Yi Shaoqing It was a wild seed that my dad sowed outside when my mom was pregnant with me. Over the years, he and his mom have made a lot of money in our house."

"Mr. Zhang is really generous. Faced with such an ignorant younger brother, he actually offered 200 million without blinking an eye." Yin Hao asked, "It seems that your brothers have a very good relationship."

"Bullshit brother." Zhang Chuang snorted coldly, "The old man was scheming. He was sent to me since he was a child. He went to the same school and the same class. I took him with me wherever I went. I was stupid at that time, really Treat him as a good buddy, who knows that other people have long been targeting me as a cheap brother. Now that the old man can't get money, he comes to me. Tell me, police officer, besides money, he can also talk to me. Me, what else would you tell me?"

"Yi Shaoqing didn't mention anything else to you?" Ji Shang, who had been silent for a long time, asked, "For example, Wang Jingping."

Yi Shaoqing really didn't mention Wang Jingping to Zhang Chuang that day. After Yi Shaoqing left, Zhang Chuang gradually remembered it.

Twelve years ago, on the day they were planning to leave Huatai Village, he and his cousin called the elders in the house, and suddenly Yi Shaoqing knocked on the door and called them out.Once outside, he found a boy lying in the yard with blood still bleeding from the back of his head.

Yi Shaoqing explained the recording and how he knocked him unconscious in order to prevent the other party from using the recording to report the crime.They put Wang Jingping's wrong MP4 into the boy's pocket, and downloaded a similar plot recording from a Hong Kong movie according to the instructions.

As for the MP4 that recorded the recording of their crime scene, Yi Shaoqing swore that he threw it into the pond outside the house as soon as he got it back.

Because Yi Shaoqing was also one of the parties involved, Zhang Chuang had never doubted what he said that day over the years.

"Wang Jingping, I remember, a high school classmate, a nerd." Zhang Chuang still maintained the same sitting posture, but his body moved back a little unnaturally, sticking tightly to the back of the sofa.

While he was moving, a few strands of half-wet hair fell to his forehead, and he pulled out a white palm pressed against his chest to push the fallen hair back, and asked nonchalantly, "What's wrong with him?" ?”

The room was quiet for a moment, and under Ji Shang's expressionless expression was surging anger.From the moment Zhang Chuang opened the door, from the moment he saw that he had been living without regret and aloof, Ji Shang's sinister thoughts of wandering in the gray area were about to move.

Wouldn't it be good to let these people die like in the book?Ji Shang doesn't know why he is sitting here, it's ridiculous, to protect the devil wandering in the world?

Yin Hao took the water cup on the coffee table and handed it to Ji Shang.Ji Shang struggled to calm down under the warm touch of his palm and Yin Hao's soothing eyes.

Before that, Yin Hao asked Ji Shang why he was willing to assist the police in investigating the case and protecting those who had harmed Ding Sixin.After all, Ding Sixin's death was a hurdle that Ji Shang couldn't overcome. His resentment was once reflected in every sentence in the novel, and he killed them one after another in extremely cruel ways.

Did he forget and let go?

Ji Shang has not forgotten, nor can he let go.He didn't want to protect those devils who didn't regret to die, he just wanted to prevent that person who was also angry because of Ding Sixin's death from stepping into the dark abyss.

You cannot create another devil just to kill the devil.

"Sorry, low blood sugar." After Ji Shang finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Chuang and wrote lightly: "Wang Jingping died. On the third day of last month. He killed him."

"Wang Jingping is dead?" Zhang Chuang repeated slowly, he could barely remember what that nerd looked like, if he died, he died, it didn't matter to him.

Yin Hao repeated solemnly: "The police have now combined the cases of Wang Jingping and Yi Shaoqing for investigation. If Yi Shaoqing has mentioned anything to you, please tell us, Mr. Zhang."

"What is the connection between these two cases? They still need to be investigated together." Zhang Chuang grasped the key points in Yin Hao's words.

Ji Shang looked at Zhang Chuang and said leisurely: "Someone once published a novel on the website. This novel describes a girl who was burned to death by three boys in a sunflower field."

There was a smile of unknown meaning in Ji Shang's eyes, this smile made Zhang Chuang feel like standing naked in the ice and snow and being scrutinized by others.He looked away, and when Ji Shang mentioned the sunflower field, his lowered eyelids jumped suddenly.

"The novel is about a revenge story. The police suspect that someone, based on the killing method described in the book, lured, plotted, and borrowed others' hands in reality, so that Wang Jingping and Yi Shaoqing were killed in the same way." Ji Shang continued. road.

Zhang Chuang straightened up suddenly, leaned forward, and supported the edge of the glass coffee table with his palm.But he just looked at Ji Shang, but he didn't speak for a long time. After a while, he leaned back calmly again, and tapped his fingers on the sofa: "This is really a thrilling story. There are many similar plots in American dramas."

"Aren't you afraid?" Ji Shang asked deliberately: "Wang Jingping looked for Yi Shaoqing before he died, and Yi Shaoqing looked for you before he died. You are old friends and classmates, aren't you afraid that you will become the next target?"

Zhang Chuang smiled disapprovingly.

The atmosphere in the room slowly became tense.Yin Hao changed the topic and suggested that if Zhang Chuang agreed, the police could provide police force to protect his life safety, but Zhang Chuang rejected this proposal.

Before leaving, Ji Shang finally asked: "Mr. Zhang hasn't remembered me yet?"

"We know each other?" Although Zhang Chuang is not very masculine, if he has seen Ji Shang's face before, he should have some impression.

"Let me give you some hints." Ji Shang smiled and said, "Twelve years ago, the four of you lived in Wu Yingzi's house in Huatai Village, Ning'an City for a while."

Zhang Chuang looked at Ji Shang and squinted his eyes, his heart was shaken, but he restrained himself from revealing any unnecessary expressions on his face.

Ji Shang looked at Zhang Chuang, his gaze slowly crossing his shoulder.

"Is it raining again?" Ji Shang glanced out of the window, then stroked the back of his neck and said with a smile: "When it rains, the scar on the back of my head will hurt a little, and every time it hurts, I will think of it." you."

Ji Shang laughed at himself: "Unexpectedly, you all forgot about me."

"Oh." Zhang Chuang thought of Ji Shang, but it didn't make him afraid at all, he still smiled, "I remember you, you are Xiaojiu in the mouth of the girl from Ding's family."

Ji Shang didn't expect Zhang Chuang to be so arrogant that he mentioned Ding Sixin in front of him. He clenched his fists, and it took him a long time to calm himself down.

Yin Hao opened the door and put a belt around Ji Shang's waist, and then Ji Shang moved towards the door: "Goodbye, Mr. Zhang, and say hello to your cousin for me."

"What cousin?" Zhang Chuang stood inside the door, eyes full of disdain and mockery, "There were only three people who went to Huatai Village back then, and Wu Yingzi is mine, aunt and grandma."

"Mr. Ji, your memory is really unflattering."

Zhang Chuang stretched out his hand to push the door, and he disappeared behind the door waving and smiling.Leaving Ji Shang in dismay and surprise.