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"Let go of me, we can find a place to have a good chat." Lu Zhe ignored him and stared at Han Shaowei without moving. If you have stubble, you must have not taken care of it these days—or rather, you have no time to take care of it.

In Lu Zhe's impression, Han Shaowei was a clean person. If he hadn't been pushed too hard by the police, he would have cleaned himself up first, instead of coming to see him in a mess.

"Talk about it?" Han Shaowei repeated slowly, "Let me guess, do you want to talk to me about those people?"

Lu Zhe pretended to be confused: "Who?"

"From Fang Tang, the first deceased, to Zhou Wenqing, to Huanhuan, and then to Wan Mingyu, Wan Changting..." Han Shaowei paused, "If I'm not wrong, you should suspect the organs lost by these people It's all about me."

Lu Zhe said calmly, "We have no evidence to prove that it was related to you, except that you admitted that you killed Zhou Wenqing."

Han Shaowei laughed: "Lu Zhe, you should know what I do. I kill people and resell organs. I am at odds with your police... But I still risked my life to follow you all the way here, and now you want to talk to me about these shitty things ?”

"Then what should I talk to you about? Or, what do you want to talk to me?" Lu Zhe asked lightly, "You followed me at the risk and appeared in front of me. These are all of your own free will. It's irrelevant. Don't you naively think that I still remember the friendship when I was a child, and chat with you about romance, right?"

Han Shaowei suddenly tightened his grip on Lu Zhe's hand, until Lu Zhe's bones cracked.He looked at Lu Zhe fixedly, as if he was going to break Lu Zhe's hand in the next second, and there was a palpitating anger in his eyes.Lu Zhe met his gaze calmly, as if pouring cold water on him.

"I just miss you, Lu Zhe." Han Shaowei pressed him firmly, and let out every word, "I just miss you, it has nothing to do with anything, do you understand?"

"It's because you don't understand." Lu Zhe shook his head, "It's because you are immersed in memories and can't get out... You shouldn't involve me, Han Shaowei. You should understand who I am and who you are, maybe you have There is a way to get out of your current identity, but I can't, it's my duty to catch you, if I can't catch you, it's a dereliction of duty."

As soon as the last sound fell, Han Shaowei felt something sharp rubbing against his waist and passed by. Because of his quick response, he was also cut with a bloody gash more than ten centimeters long. When the circle was steady, Lu Zhe had already dived up, waiting vigilantly behind a few bicycles and watching him, the folding saber in his hand was still dripping blood.

"Did you bring your sniper here today?" Lu Zhe lightly swung his saber, and said coldly, "Last time you said, for the sake of the past, you advised me to bring a gun next time. Now, I I return this sentence to you, and I advise you not to get close to me next time for the sake of past affection."

"You really..." Han Shaowei gritted his teeth while clutching his side, but he still didn't say harsh words to Lu Zhe.He shook his head, loneliness and melancholy suddenly appeared in his eyes, this appearance made Lu Zhe's heart skip a beat, but he still kept a safe distance from him.

"Lu Zhe." Han Shaowei called softly, "You know from a young age that I am obsessed. I used to be able to chase you for the role of a prince every day, but now I can also keep you from being a prince. Grab it over there."

These were creepy or uneasy words, but Lu Zhe suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, laughing so that Han Shaowei lost his mind, and said, "But when you were young, you never once snatched the role of prince from me."

……

Lu Zhe's bicycle stopped in front of Hongfei's mansion, paused for a moment, and then rode to the shop selling fried rice on Shizi Street.

After all, he still failed to catch Han Shaowei.

Lu Zhe recalled Han Shaowei's skills while riding a bicycle. From the current point of view, Lu Zhe and Han Shaowei should be comparable, but Han Shaowei is better at hiding and escaping, while Lu Zhe is better at surprise attacks.

He shook his head, pushed the mess out of his mind, and stopped the bike.

"Boss, a six yuan fried rice."

"okay."

Lu Zhe leaned on the bicycle and waited.It was already evening when he came back, An Baiwei called and asked him to go home directly, now it was half dark, and the last few rays of sunset hovered in the sky for a while, and all of them disappeared.

I don't know if Amber Wei ate or not.

Lu Zhe switched the phone, and the number was already dialed, but he deleted it again.

Forget it, if you don't eat, you will lose weight.

A few minutes later, Lu Zhe ordered another fried rice.

When the bicycle was parked downstairs, Lu Zhe always felt that someone was watching him, but when he looked around, there were passers-by in a hurry.The street lights in Hongfei's mansion were not very bright. Although Lu Zhe relied on his good eyesight, he couldn't take care of the overall situation.

He deliberately walked into the corridor lightly, without turning on the voice-activated lights. When he pressed the elevator, Lu Zhe felt the plastic bag in his hand rise automatically without any wind. He quietly held his breath, and suddenly let out an ah without warning.

The voice-activated lights in the corridor suddenly turned on, and at the same time, a small ah sounded beside Lu Zhe. Lu Zhe turned his head to look, and saw a scrawny child looking up at him in a panic, with big eyes. There was still a terrified expression in his eyes, a small hand rested lightly on the edge of the plastic bag of fried rice, everything was clear at a glance.

Lu Zhe tilted his head, glanced at the child's hands, and asked softly as gently as possible, "Are you hungry?"

Standing in front of Lu Zhe was a dirty little boy who looked only eight or nine years old. He withdrew his hands in embarrassment, put both of his little hands behind his back, and looked at Lu Zhe dully. He didn't say anything, but his stomach gurgled.

Lu Zhe smiled knowingly, squatted down, looked at the skinny little boy at the same level, and said softly, "Come home with me, may I eat fried rice for you?"

The little boy's eyes were wide open, and he was a little at a loss. He stumbled back a few steps, pressed against the wall in fear, and shook his head desperately.

"Don't be afraid." Lu Zhe continued to squat where he was, and said softly, "Did Mommy teach you that Uncle Policeman is a good man and can protect you?"

The boy swallowed, and slightly nodded his head.

Lu Zhe took out the police ID Yu Feng gave him from his pocket, and handed it to the little boy from a distance: "Look, I'm a policeman. Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

The little boy blinked in surprise. He cautiously took a few steps forward and looked at the ID card in Lu Zhe's hand from a distance of about one meter. Behind the man, he suddenly choked up a sob, threw himself into Lu Che's arms, and cried on his shoulder.

Lu Zhe used some strength to pick up the boy, and he didn't put down the sobbing boy until he entered the house. He took off his coat and asked softly, "Don't cry, let's eat first. After dinner, tell uncle what happened."

The little boy was very obedient, and when Lu Zhe said he would not cry, he immediately held back his tears, but when he heard the second part of Lu Zhe's words, he nodded, and soon shook his head again.

Lu Zhe didn't quite understand what the boy meant, but it was inappropriate to continue to ask questions right now, so he led the little boy to the dining table, and carefully set out a bowl of fried rice for him: "If it's not enough, there's more."

The boy clumsily grasped the spoon, and struggled to put the rice into his mouth. While eating, his big eyes filled with tears, and finally cried out while eating the fried rice. Coax can not stop crying.

When Lu Zhe was at a loss as to what to do, the door of the house opened suddenly, and An Baiwei came in with a bag of fruit humming.The singing stopped abruptly in the next second, and he clicked twice: "Whose child is this?"

The little boy was afraid of strangers, and when he saw An Baiwei coming in, he flinched into Lu Zhe's arms. Lu Zhe hugged him and coaxed him a few words before explaining to An Baiwei: "I don't know anything about what I met downstairs. But I met him once before, before I went to the Joint Criminal Department."

"Meet it once?" Amber raised his eyebrows slightly.

Lu Zhe squeezed the boy's right hand. There were some scars on the back of his hand. He said, "The last time I went to buy fried rice, I was hit by this hand. This hand picked up the rice on the ground. I remember it very clearly."

"So... the little guy wants to eat fried rice again?" An Baiwei walked around to touch the boy, but the boy flinched and made a very vigilant defensive move.

"This uncle is also a policeman." Lu Zhe said softly, "Don't be afraid, if there is anything wrong, just tell us."

"Yes, don't be afraid, tell me, how did you get these scars on your body? Who bullied you?" Amber rubbed Lu Che's head slightly, "Look, we have a very good relationship, you have to trust this uncle like you trust him I, we will protect you."

Lu Zhe secretly kicked An Baiwei expressionlessly.

Amber didn't change his face after eating the pain: "Come on, little guy, let's talk."

The boy swallowed nervously, he whimpered and gestured for a long time, but he couldn't speak.An Baiwei and Lu Zhe looked at each other, and the captain frowned: "Is this little guy dumb?"

The boy seemed to understand, and nodded sadly, tears fell down as if there was no way to store them in his eyes.

"It's okay if you can't speak, can you write?" An Baiwei said, and found a pen and paper from the side and handed it to him, "Writing is also fine."

The boy opened his eyes wide when he saw the pen and paper. He grabbed the paper, held the pen awkwardly, wrote a few crooked characters on the paper, and handed it to the two anxiously.

An Bai frowned at a glance, then looked at Lu Zhe in a blink of an eye, and Lu Zhe was also deep in thought with a dignified expression.

On the white paper are three classic distress characters - SOS.