ruffian detective

In the next few days, Zhan Feng seemed to have turned into a tour guide, leading him around the province A for sightseeing.However, Shen Yan could clearly feel that when he was leading him around, his eyes were all watching and observing him.

Zhan Feng's eyes were dark and deep, and when he was staring at him, there would always be an invisible pressure melting in the subconscious behind him.But for Shen Yan, it's okay, because his own attention is more focused than Zhan Feng's, focusing on whether he will have a special feeling about the things in front of him, and whether he will be evoked by certain memories.

But like a flash of inspiration that blurted out that day, it is like a flash in the pan, which is hard to come by.The two of them are already professional in investigating cases and collecting evidence, and they can't be more professional. Of course, the place Zhan Feng takes him to is not really as arbitrary as it seems.But even so, all the places he went to were carefully selected, but the gate of Shen Yan's memory was never touched in any way, except for the boxing gym he himself mentioned that day.

"Besides here, there are two venues on the opposite side of the long corridor, both of which have similar layouts. Shall we go and have a look?" Zhan Feng said as he walked forward, and stopped when he heard no movement behind him. Looking back, I saw Shen Yan lost in thought looking at an empty space that no one was using.

He walked over, glanced at it and said, "This should be an old venue. I haven't seen anyone using it since I got here. What's the matter? Does it look familiar?"

Shen Yan shook his head and didn't answer, but took two steps forward, slowly bent down and squatted down, gently stroking the knot of the fence with his slender fingers.

Just like what Zhan Feng said, this is an old site, and no one cares about it all year round. The cleaning staff are probably lazy, and the fence is covered with a thick layer of dust.

The non-slip mats and carpets also looked mottled and dilapidated, glowing a dark crimson, and the lights in the arena were also turned off, like a corner that had been forgotten, and any heavy movement would disturb its deep drowsiness.

He pulled the fence, but Zhan Feng couldn't understand his intention behind him, and before he could ask, he actually tore a rope off.

Zhan Feng: "...why did you sabotage it, press it back quickly, and you will be found out later that you will lose money."

Shen Yan said: "It's okay, I do this often."

Zhan Feng: "Huh???"

"This rope was broken by me. I was in the same mood as you at the time. I wanted to fix it quickly so that no one would find out that I would lose money." Shen Yan's voice was deep and calm, as if speaking to himself, with a soft tone. There seems to be a little nostalgia for the old days, "At that time, I should have tied him back, but because I was worried, I had to look at it every time I came here. Fortunately, it is here in the corner. I don’t usually get bumped by people. I didn’t expect that it has been so long and no one has come to repair it. It seems that my worries back then were superfluous.”

"Who did you come with at that time?"

"Me and—" Shen Yan looked back at him, the words seemed to come out of his mouth, but they turned around, but he couldn't say anything.

Zhan Feng induced him: "Your father? Your uncle? Or some kind of big brother from the neighbor's house? No memory at all?"

Shen Yan smiled, with a regretful expression, and said: "I don't remember, there seems to be a vague outline there, it should be a very tall person."

He didn't make too much attachment to this old field, and in the end he only took a deep look, and then walked to the deeper part of the infield with Zhan Feng.But most of the furnishings inside have been refurbished and repaired, and they can no longer see what they used to be. For Shen Yan, they are naturally even more unfamiliar.

They didn't stay in it for too long. From a psychological point of view, if a scene can only stimulate the first level of consciousness, but cannot enter the deeper stream of consciousness, it means that the meaning of this place to him is actually It's not that big, it just proves that he used to come here often, it's just a familiar scene.

After walking out of the boxing gym, Shen Yan was quiet all the way, his eyes seemed to be filled with endless thought and confusion, looking at the busy traffic outside the window, nothing but silence.

Zhan Feng asked him: "How much memory do you have about Province A?"

Shen Yan shook his head in bewilderment, he rarely showed a bewildered expression, but at this moment, he was indeed extremely bewildered and troubled.

"I don't remember, but if you talk about something on the conscious level, or in terms of feeling, this place is indeed more intimate to me than Q City."

Zhan Feng: "Oh, oh, it's because of me, right?"

Shen Yan: "..."

"Just kidding, don't have an unbelievable expression on your face, I will be very sad if you do this, dear." Zhan Feng leaned his arm on the side of the car window, his movements were clearly in a mess, but his tone was shocking, "Okay, I knew you wouldn't admit it, I just need to be clear in my heart. Well, let's get down to business, I don't think that Q City is very compatible with your aura, and most likely it is a false clue created by someone who brainwashed you. Misleading you."

Shen Yan thought to himself, of course he knew that City Q was a false clue, but Province A might not be the real clue either.

There are too many ways and methods to come to the boxing gym, and the counties and cities under province A are not limited to only city Q. With such a huge territory, he can come from any area, any place.

But in his heart, he already unconsciously agreed with Zhan Feng's statement, but he didn't want to let him go so easily.

He asked amusedly, "Why doesn't City Q get along well with me?"

Zhan Feng replied: "You don't even need to ask? How long have you been in Q City? Resignation, fights, intrigues, right? You also encountered two major cases. Conan doesn't have your physique. Anyway, Q City is not you. Where you belong, you can let the folks and folks in Q City have a way out."

Shen Yan pierced the truth mercilessly: "I heard that you arrived in Q City two or three days earlier than me, right? It's hard to say who is Conan, but no matter how I look at it, I think you seem more—"

"Ah, the weather is beautiful, what would you like to have for dinner?" Zhan Feng quickly changed the topic, with a nonchalant expression on his face, he took what he just said lightly.

Shen Yan wanted to taunt back, but saw Zhan Feng put on the earphones, his face was a little serious when he answered the phone, and his voice returned to a serious and indifferent tone.

From the tone of voice alone, Shen Yan already roughly guessed the identity of the caller.

But he was also a little dumbfounded, thinking that he couldn't, could it be so effective?Said Conan Conan is coming?