ruffian detective

As Shen Yan expected, what Chen Zhichao told was a completely different story.

"So, you admit that your mental illness certificate is completely forged?" Zhan Feng lit a cigarette sideways, and the bright incandescent lamp stretched his figure obliquely on the floor.

Chen Zhichao nodded droopingly, licked his chapped lips after smelling the smoke, and asked, "Can I have a cigarette?"

Zhan Feng threw the cigarette case on the table, and motioned to Xiao Liu to light one for him. After Chen Zhichao took a breath tremblingly, his breathing was obviously much more stable.

"When I was in prison, I always thought about the proof. At night, I dreamed of being discovered and being shot with a sack on my head." Chen Zhichao let out a long breath, dryly He laughed, "Now that I have said it all, it seems to be liberated, and I am not so afraid of death."

Zhan Feng was silent for a while before speaking: "Who is the 'he' you are talking about?"

Chen Zhichao looked up strangely: "Didn't he ask you to arrest me? You don't know who he is?"

His eyes gradually took on a strange expression, from relief to panic, and then unbelievable shock: "You guys... didn't arrest me because of my falsified certificate?"

"We are looking for you because there was an explosion on August 8th. The criminal's methods are very similar to yours back then, so we asked you to assist in the investigation and collect clues." Zhan Feng pulled out the chair and sat down with his legs crossed. He crushed the cigarette butt out neatly, "But what you said just now is also quite useful, we will accept it as it is ordered."

Chen Zhichao was completely dumbfounded, and at the moment he still couldn't accept this extremely ironic blow, and then he heard Xiao Liu ask him: "Where are you from 8:17 am to [-]:[-] am on August [-]th? What?"

"I... I'm in the factory. I worked the night shift that day and didn't get off until eight o'clock in the morning." After Chen Zhichao finished his answer, he raised his head and asked, "If I can provide useful clues, can you not let me Go back to jail?"

Zhan Feng glanced at him, and said casually: "That depends on whether your clues are worth the price. If you don't want to go back, you'd better answer the questions honestly and don't play tricks."

Chen Zhichao took a puff of cigarette with his head tilted, as if he finally recognized his current situation, he nodded heavily: "You guys ask."

Under the flickering and dazzling incandescent lamp, Chen Zhichao's memory of 20 years ago was unlocked. When he mentioned the case in which he was arrested, he buried his head in his hands with some excitement, and suppressed his rapid breathing.

His voice was dry and obscure: "I, I actually regretted it immediately after I planted the bomb, because I thought I might die. In the previous cases, I always felt that I would definitely not be arrested. Do you know that the six senses are particularly sensitive? But only that time was different, as soon as I got out of the car, I immediately had a feeling in my heart, which was very ethereal and difficult to grasp."

Xiao Liu couldn't help frowning when he heard this, and said with contempt: "Are you still afraid of death? Do you know how many people died at your hands?"

A secretive and profound smile gradually appeared on Chen Zhichao's face: "But I have notified them. Before I do anything, I always tell them in advance. They didn't run away by themselves, it wasn't me wrong."

Shen Yan could see that Chen Zhichao's current mental state was very unstable. He showed secret pride for his behavior at one time, and remorse and timidity at another time.Maybe he's gone mad, or at least a mild schizophrenic.

"Did you have any close people before you went to prison, or, people who knew you very well?"

Chen Zhichao's expression turned cold, he shook his head and said, "I have no friends."

Shen Yan paused for two seconds, blankly grasping just right: "What about 'him'?"

"Him? He's not my friend, he's a devil!" Chen Zhichao's emotions suddenly became agitated again, and he yelled loudly as if he was about to jump up from his chair: "He took everything from me, but he still threatened me, Threatening me! If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be on this road, no... no..."

His yelling gradually weakened, and slowly turned into a weak, gasping gasp.Shen Yan didn't continue to ask, he already knew about the situation of "him", and Chen Zhichao's psychological defense completely collapsed, and the next job was much easier.

Zhan Feng also seemed to want to go with him, got up and patted Xiao Liu on the shoulder to give a few words, and then greeted Shen Yan: "Let's go."

They came out of the interrogation room one after the other, and took a detour to the cafeteria on the way to have a bite, and it was almost two o'clock after eating.After coming out of the cafeteria, Zhan Feng started to touch the cigarette. Shen Yan had been highly concentrated for three hours just now, and when he smelled the smoke, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he stretched out his hand and said, "Give me one."

Zhan Feng squeezed his eyes, and said half-jokingly: "What's the matter, are you not allergic?"

After all, he still took one and handed it to Shen Yan. After Shen Yan took it, he continued to reach out: "Fire."

"Come here, I'll give you some."

Shen Yan was not polite to him either, he got up and looked forward a little, a fire flashed in front of his eyes, and a faint scent of tobacco came from his fingertips, ethereal and real.

"You're quite proficient. I guessed from the way you were playing with your pen this morning. How many years have you been?" Zhan Feng ordered one for himself, talking to him casually as he walked.

"Six years, not as fierce as you, occasionally." Shen Yan took a puff of cigarettes and was silent for a while, then said lightly: "The 'he' that Chen Zhichao said, I think we can start to investigate from several big bus operating companies. , may be the mastermind of his first bombing case. He found Chen Zhichao after he was in prison, and he may want to continue committing crimes so as to bring down his rival company that competes with him."

Zhan Feng narrowed his eyes and nodded: "It's very likely. Go back and ask Da Li to check the bus company back then. Do you think Chen Zhichao has anything to do with this 817 case?"

Shen Yan asked instead: "What do you think?"

Zhan Feng immediately put on airs: "Comrade Shen Yan, cooperate with the team leader in questioning, don't pick quarrels and stir up trouble, and stir up friendship among colleagues."

friendship?When did the friendship emerge between them?

Shen Yan slowly fiddled with the cigarette butt in his hand. The tipping paper had an elegant touch, which made people feel not bad: "It is related, but not directly related. Chen Zhichao is obviously not the real culprit, but the criminal is imitating his tricks. , there is no doubt about it.”

Zhan Feng hummed, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly said: "Looking at the way you smoke, I think you are not that annoying."

Is this a compliment?Shen Yan hooked the corners of his lips, and smiled lightly: "Thank you for the cigarette."

After the two experienced a siege and interrogation together, they seemed to be a little less uncomfortable with each other when they first met. Zhan Feng smiled and was about to speak when the phone rang suddenly. After he glanced at the incoming call, his expression was a little bit Seriously, pick it up and say directly: "Speak."

After saying a few words over there, Zhan Feng answered and hung up the phone, then looked at Shen Yan and said, "The call from the hospital said that the security guard in the reception room is awake. I'll go over and have a look. What's the matter with you?"

Without any hesitation, Shen Yan extinguished the cigarette and said directly: "Let's go, I'll go there with you."

The security guard in the reception room is one of the witnesses who are most likely to provide important clues among the survivors this time. His sobriety is of great significance. Of course, it is impossible for Shen Yan not to go.

After they went downstairs to the garage, Zhan Feng walked straight towards a black and copper-gray Jaguar. When he got close to the car, the headlights flashed, dazzling.

Shen Yan: "..."

Zhan Feng said, "Get in the car."

No wonder you can afford Yellow Crane Tower 1916, Shen Yan thought.

The car was speeding all the way on the highway. The sound insulation effect of the luxury top-equipped car was astonishing. Shen Yan sat in the co-pilot, silently watching the scenery outside the window. There was a lot of traffic on and off the bridge.

Zhan Feng was driving a little bored, so he turned his head and called him: "The co-pilot has to do his duty, and he can't just be in a daze and say something."

"I'm not in a daze, I'm just thinking about what this place used to be like." Shen Yan said slowly and thoughtfully: "Six years should be a big change for a city, right?"

Zhan Feng answered casually: "Aren't you from Q City? Did you forget about it when you left the country?"

Shen Yan's gaze dimmed slightly, but it quickly disappeared into his calm face, and he hummed lightly: "I forgot."

What he has forgotten is not only what this city once looked like?

Zhan Feng was aware of his silence, so he turned up the volume of the radio, and the sobbing alto chanted softly, pure as if there were no impurities, and it made people's hearts calm down.

The car headed north all the way, and when it arrived in front of the hospital half an hour later, Zhan Feng braked, turned, took off the gear, and turned off the engine, all in a mess.

"Walk."