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"..."

Song Zhi felt awkward for a while, but the person involved didn't care at all.

He even stretched out two hands, gently grasped Song Zhi's waist, brought him back, and told him not to hide so far away.

The cold wind gradually picked up by the window, and the light was hazy.

The man raised his head slightly, and asked softly, with a rising voice: "Huh?"

"Stay here and don't leave."

——I'm really afraid that one day you won't come here again.

Song Zhi lowered his eyes and looked at him calmly: "How could it be possible to live in your house all the time?"

"Why not?"

"Just like in Qingyuan."

——I can see you every day, I can get up at the same time as you, have dinner with you, and even when I get home from get off work, I will feel happy physically and mentally the moment I see you.

Fang Chengyan's Adam's apple slid, and he exerted force with both hands, asking him to get closer.

"Don't hide from me."

"Don't be so awkward with me, okay?"

Wrapping both hands around Song Zhi's waist, he slowly stroked the arc there, then buried his head in again, and kissed closely on the sweater.The big hand pushed the sweater on in an instant, and kissed the warm belly skin. He was very devoted, as if today was the end of the world, and he had to kiss his lover to his heart's content to be worthy of the minutes and seconds of the night.

Not long after, Song Zhi's sweater had been pushed to his shoulders.

The atmosphere is getting worse and worse.

Song Zhi grabbed the big hand, and said in a hasty tone, "You're almost done!"

Fang Chengyan looked at him, and withdrew his hand in a dispirited manner.

He pulled up his clothes a little annoyed, and suddenly found someone standing at the door of the bedroom.

Fortunately, Fang Chengyan's hand was also retracted. If the other party came a second earlier, Song Zhi would never want to come to Fang's house in his life.

He yelled guiltyly to the people outside the door: "Brother Sheng."

"what……"

Fang Sheng's gaze stayed on Fang Chengyan's back, and then shifted to Song Zhi's embarrassed face.

"..."

Song Zhi said, "I'll go first."

"Uh, let's go." Fang Sheng immediately returned to his senses: "It's too late, it's really hard work for you, don't come tomorrow."

"You also take a rest, don't wait until he recovers, you are exhausted again."

Song Zhi didn't respond, and said the same thing: "It's okay."

Before Fang Chengyan could persuade him to stay again, Song Zhi walked downstairs without looking back.

Watching Song Zhi's back disappear at the corner of the stairs, Fang Sheng's stiff smile completely collapsed.

He saw it all—

At the moment when he first went up to the second floor, even if he didn't go to the door, he could still see the big bed in the room...

He saw how Fang Chengyan kissed each other's body emotionally and devotedly, and how Song Zhi showed a complex expression of sadness and annoyance.

Fang Sheng turned his head and said, "Yan'er..."

"The one that made you sad...is...?"

Fang Chengyan was still sitting with his back to the door, maintaining the posture just now.

Fang Sheng couldn't catch his breath, the old blood stuck in his throat, and he clapped his palms together: "It's absolutely..."

"It's amazing!"

He just wanted to pinch his own people at the moment: "I don't know what to say about you."

"Get ready, the old man will really be pissed off when he finds out!"

Fang Sheng turned off the light for Fang Chengyan, shook his head and left with a sigh.

The next day, Song Zhi didn't come.

After a week of careful care, Fang Chengyan left the observation period.When it was New Year's Eve, Song Zhicai started busy with family affairs.

After getting up early in the morning, Xiang Bin asked him to come to the Public Security Bureau before cleaning the house with his sister-in-law.

Song Zhi stood outside the technical department of Xiang Bin's unit, and saw twenty corpses displayed on the ground in the back room, covered with white cloth, and placed on the ground.Autopsy tags were placed on their heads. Some were killed alive, while others died of sharp fatal wounds.

After the police took pictures of the faces of the dead for the last time, they covered their faces with white cloths one by one.

Chen Baiyu also appeared here with Song Nai Nai, who told the police over and over again what happened at the scene.

It has been many days, but when she dreams at night, she still thinks back to the scene that day. After being chased out by the thugs, her upper body fell into the pit...

then.

Face-to-face with a row of gray-faced dead men, the distance was only 2cm.

It is not difficult to explain why Song Nai Nai broke out with amazing strength, successfully kicked away the strong Jiang Long like crazy, and finally escaped.

The police searched everything in Qin Huai's office and found countless evidences about Song Xiang's car accident.

With the return address and call records from Gansu, plus Jia Shouzhi's accusation against Qin Huai, they can almost confirm the result directly.

This bastard... is really ruthless.

And the corpses here...

With a serious expression on his face, Xiang Bin made a detour to leave.

After comparing the fingerprint database, Xiang Bin clarified their identities——

It was a group of painters hired by Qin Huai a year ago, and all of these painters came from the Landscape Painting Association.The clues provided by the relatives of the victim were all consistent, saying that they were invited to participate in the work of collecting folk songs, the salary was generous, and a sum of money would be received in the account every month.

But I never thought that it would become... a tragedy.

After checking the list, Xiang Bin found that there was an additional family member who came to claim the corpse, which meant that there was one missing person, but he couldn't find the extra one.

This is the busiest day for Xiang Bin since he joined the company. He has no annual leave and works every day without stopping.

"Song Zhi."

Xiang Bin called his friend who was waiting patiently outside: "We've already investigated what happened to your elder brother."

"The court will be able to award the compensation in two days, but Qin Huai is dead and has no relatives, so we have to wait for his ancient literary play to be auctioned, and then part of the money will be distributed to your family."

"okay, I get it."

Song Zhi accepted the fact calmly, and sat down with Xiang Bin in the corridor.

"Tsk." Xiang Bin sat beside him, the doubt between his brows never disappeared, and he kept staring at the list in his hand: "Something is wrong."

"what happened?"

"One person is missing." He said, "Yesterday, my colleagues and I went to look for it again."

"When I came back, I brought an illegal underground auction house by the way, and found Qin Huai's paintings from the auction house's customers."

"Each painting has a signature, a total of twenty names."

"But he brought 21 people to the factory, how could there be one less..."

Song Zhi asked, "What's that man's name?"

"Li Shaopo."

Song Zhi had some impressions of this name. He saw it the first time he went to Qinhuai Company. He told Xiang Bin: "I have seen this name before, on the cultural corridor of Qinhuai Company."

"There is a picture hanging there, with his red badge on it."

As soon as Xiang Bin heard this, he immediately handed over the documents to his colleague and drove away by himself.

Thanks to Song Zhi's reminder, the painting was quickly brought back by Xiang Bin and hung in the police station.

This is regarded as the best painting in the Landscape Painting Association.

The strange peak is dangerous, surrounded by white clouds, and there is only a brightly colored old pine standing on the cliff, with half of its body protruding out, as if looking down on the vast abyss of clouds below it.

……

a year ago.

Qinhuai invited members of the association to come to his factory.

In order to show sincerity, a banquet was placed inside to celebrate the first cooperation.

Someone else was in charge of videotaping.

"I'm going to use this place as a studio for my work." Qin Huai said, "The Taihang Mountains and plains are nearby, and the environment is very close to nature."

Someone said: "It's just too far from the city."

Qin Huai said, "Yes."

When he was full of wine and food, someone finally asked about the money: "Does the remuneration that Chairman Qin said count? Is it a share? Isn't it a buyout?"

"I promise everyone, share."

"I have an underground trading site. Once the auction is high... close to a million." He tempted.

"To get more or less depends on the value of everyone's works."

The painter was eager to try it out, but he said, "Oh, if it's put up for auction...we're not famous at all."

"As long as the work is good enough, it will come sooner or later." Qin Huai pointed to a picture frame behind him: "Look, this is Mr. Li's, and someone has already offered me an offer, but I want to buy it. "

"It's really freehand."

"Simply genius."

The painter who was called bent down to offer a glass of wine to everyone, and said with a smile: "I really can't bear it, Mr. Qin, to tell you the truth, I'm just a fledgling, and I don't have much reputation."

Qin Huai said: "If you don't have one, you can't be in a hurry. In ancient and modern China and abroad, many painters became famous only after they died."

"Because their insights and aesthetics surpass those of ordinary people of the same age, those ordinary people can't easily see them, but I believe that your names will pass and accumulate over time, and will be recognized and respected after many years." He said it very nicely up.

But the emotions of the painters were a little sad. At that time, everyone was dead, so why not be famous?

A mysterious smile appeared on Qin Huai's face: "So, people have to go through death before they can talk about posthumous fame!"

The door was closed by a group of people dressed as bodyguards.

"Come on." He knocked the wine cup on the table, made a noise, then picked it up, and said to everyone with a smile, "Then I wish you a happy death."

Some people laughed, thinking it was a different kind of cold humor.

Some people felt very uncomfortable when they heard it, and a strange feeling suddenly rose in their hearts.

But for the sake of money, everyone put on a smirk and cooperated: "Listen to Qin Dong's toast."

Not long after the meal, Li Shaopo died.

He was stabbed in the heart.

Qin Huai wiped the blood from his hands and threw the knife to his feet.

The banquet was silent for a moment, some wine glasses were frozen in the air, and some were poured down at the feet.

No one dared to move.

They watched as Li Shaopo, the most talented, trembled, his eyes widened, and he looked down at his heart in disbelief, where blood was gushing out.

"We still have other works by Painter Li. First use his posthumous fame to sell for money, and then I will use the money...to pay your salaries."

"..."

In the dead silence, he looked at the painting happily again, only to suddenly find that there was a drop of blood splashed on the mountain.

Hiss... accidentally got it on.

Qin Huai felt extremely distressed.

"Who has a solution?" he asked.

No one spoke at all.

The four gray walls of the factory formed a huge cage, enclosing a group of trapped beasts and a ferocious carnivorous animal.

Someone finally woke up from the shock, stood up and shouted: "How can you kill people casually?!"

"We are here to cooperate with you, why do you stab someone with a knife?!"

"Everyone! Let's go quickly!"

Everyone came back to their senses, moved their chairs with a sneer, and ran to the door, but was blocked by a group of bodyguards with weapons.

Qin Huai showed no expression, and continued to walk for two steps: "Whoever can solve the blood on this painting, I will let him go."

"Everyone here has signed a one-year contract with me. During this year, I will not let anyone go easily."

"As for the family members, you don't have to worry. You told them that you have been on a business trip for a year, right?"

"Whoever can solve this drop of blood, I will let him go." Qin Huai reiterated again.

Amidst the panic, a painter said, "I will paint."

He walked up to it in horror, and looked at it with numbness for a while: "We don't have this kind of paint on hand."

"You have to let me go out to buy it first."

Qin Huai stared at him like a poisonous snake, and said fiercely, "Of course not."

The artist explained: "This is a special malachite green dye, which was hard to find in ancient times, but now on the market... there is no such thing at all!"

Qin Huai frowned, and looked at the painting: "Then what do you make up for?"

"Don't be abrupt, do you hear me?"

The blood splattered on the painting, the paint doesn't match, and things can be added to it, but it can't be abrupt...

In order to escape, the painter thought hard and thought hard all night.

In the early morning of the next day, he drew an old pine tree.

—it’s perfection under pressure.

Li Shaopo's blood has been oxidized to rusty brown on the painting. The artist used delicate techniques to smudge the area around it, carefully smeared it on the fragile rice paper, and after it became lighter, he applied new paint, and the drop of blood completely melted into the painting Gullies under the folds of the bark of the young pine.

Although the thick dark green is quite different from the bright malachite green painting as a whole.

But it made Bulao Song the protagonist of this painting.

Its appearance changed the color of the sky and the earth suddenly, and its body was jagged and sparse, standing on the cliff, making people want to know how it rose from the stubborn rock cracks, exuding abundant vitality.

The painter finished painting, but Qin Huai didn't let him go——

Xiang Bin stood in front of the sealed evidence easel.

He stared at the pine tree, or, should it be called the scientific name dragon blood tree, Xiang Bin asked his colleagues:

"Why does it suddenly change color here?"

"I do not know either."

Xiang Bin rested his chin and pondered for a long time. The tree seemed to have magical powers, attracting him.

It's a pity that he doesn't have much artistic talent, and after thinking about it several times, he can't see any tricks.

At noon, he passed the painting again.While holding the lunch box, Xiang Bin used chopsticks to pull the rice into his mouth, while sticking in front of him, he continued to watch.

The canopy is huge, from top to bottom.

The branches are curved, and the top of the crown follows the branches, first getting taller and then shorter, and after a relaxation, it becomes taller and lower again.The degree of curvature is gentle.

The body of the tree is hollow, and after the two thick trunks under the crown diverge, they return to one again, commonly known as "embracing life".There is an irregular large oval hole in the middle.

It reveals the misty cliff clouds behind.

Due to the sticking to a stone, the torso below is bent and deformed again, such as a crouching dragon in a pan and a crouching pan.

Suddenly.

The young policeman's eyelashes fluttered.

Chewing stopped abruptly.

He stretched out his chopsticks and made a few gestures in the air.

His expression gradually became dignified, he inserted the chopsticks into the lunch box, and put it aside again.

He moved closer again, with his index finger in the air, tracing the trajectory of the tree again.

For an instant.

Frightened.

"..."

……

With the investigation step by step, the truth soon surfaced.

Two years ago, Song Xiang worked in a confidential department. As the hub of government information exchange, he discovered that an investment company frequently participated in government-supported "angel projects" for a long period of time, and was able to obtain government subsidies from time to time. compensation.

This investment company belongs to Qin Huai, a person who took bribes in his early years and was under his father's hands. However, due to the legality of these documents and the ingenious investment direction, he couldn't go through the normal procedures. Song Xiang contacted a professional lawyer in the industry online. .

This matter was soon known by Qin Huai, he met Song Xiang, and found that this young man was just like his father back then, totally incompatible.

So he found a truck driver at the logistics station that Song Xiang contacted.

This person is Jia Shouzhi.

Jia Shouzhi didn't dare to do it himself. His daughter was sick and his mother couldn't take care of him well.He heard from a woman in the same village that if a deaf-mute takes care of the child, Yaya may not be able to speak until she is seven or eight years old.In order to take care of his daughter and mother, he made another trick, tricking his colleagues to the dead corner of traffic where accidents often occur, and calling Song Xiang to ask him to wait in a fixed place.

...things unfolded as he wished.

When Song Xiang died on the spot, he was also near the accident site, and he didn't find out what contract the boss wanted him to find, which made the other party furious and sent Zhang Ming again.

But what is puzzling is that this person has not been found either.So Qin Huai also killed the lawyer who was far away in Gansu Province just to be on the safe side.

Everything that should be killed was killed, and everything seemed to be seamless, but what they didn't know was.

Song Xiang is well aware of the viciousness and cunning of the enemy. He ran to a village [-] kilometers away from the city to be on the safe side, and chose a little-known small logistics company. However, he failed to connect with the person who received the courier because he Before that, the proprietress who was catching up with the transfer station was dividing warehouses by address.

He put the documents in the pile of couriers marked "Gansu" province, and he could have left directly, but Jia Shouzhi forced him to wait there, and they talked on the phone for 3 minutes.

Then, two beams of bright headlights flashed like sharp swords.

Song Xiang stayed there forever.

Shipping, receiving.

The people at both ends died, and there was only one document left, which was sent and sent back because the recipient did not accept it for a long time.

The document was left in a dark, cobweb-strewn corner for more than a year, and was finally taken into the hands of my younger brother, and saw the light of day again.

……

This landscape painting tragedy was widely reported by journalists, and public opinion was shocked for a while.

District Chief Sun presented awards to Song Guoxiao and Song Xiang—they are also five good families.

Fu Zhe also came to Song Zhi's house.

He looked at Song Xiang's younger brother sternly, his lips were almost drawn into a straight line: "This is the video your elder brother sent me."

"I saved it when I flipped through it last night."

Fu Zhe handed over the phone.

The sister-in-law in the video smiled sweetly.

The eldest brother has never been very used to the tender part, but he still cooperates with his wife.

He said, "Little Zhi, happy birthday."

"I wish you happiness every day from now on."

As soon as the screen turns, it switches back to the protagonist.

The protagonist, like his elder brother, doesn't like such awkward dramas, so he just turned his head away and smiled: "Thank you brother, thank you sister-in-law."

Song Zhi smiled at Fu Zhe, asked him to pass the video to himself, and kept it silently.

On a New Year's Eve festival, their home was crowded with many strangers.District Chief Sun stood in the middle of the living room, presenting awards to Song Guoxiao, and wrote Spring Festival couplets with his excellent handwriting practiced in officialdom, saying that their family has a gentle breeze and a noble spirit.

A family of four took a group photo with the certificate of honor for the five good families.

But no one is happy.

……

As for Cheng Kaizu, Fang Shihong found out that the tea company under Qinhuai's name had violated market rules such as "frying tea", and used Cheng Kaizu's promotion at the tax payment conference as evidence, and put him in jail as an economic fraudster.He got nothing, his illusion of a comeback was shattered, and he could no longer come out to make trouble.

As for the Japanese-Chinese company's investment project in Qingyuan, the 400 million that Fang Chengyan had repeatedly whetted people's appetites and negotiated before, how could Fang Shihong need to fight against others now?

As solid as gold, there is no damage.

In addition, Qinhuai's investment and shares in industries across the country will be included in the income.

The whale swallowed it down, leaving little to spare.

……

New Year's Eve.

There are lanterns and festoons outside, and the early spring of February is still chilly.

Fang Chengyan's complexion improved a lot, and he asked Fang Sheng, "Does Song know that he hasn't come yet?"

Fang Sheng stuffed a large handful of pills into his hand, feeling that his nephew was also pitiful, and comforted him, "No, don't wait."

"Today's New Year's Eve, I must have dinner with my family."

The villa is far away from the sound of firecrackers in the streets of the city. It is quiet and comfortable, and it is a good place for self-cultivation.

Although it was a day to reunite with his family, Song Zhi was not at home.

He ran to the bar and was drinking with others.