Years of love

Director Zhang put a thick stack of documents on his desk, picked up his teacup and took a sip of water. While drinking, he raised his eyelids and looked at the well-dressed man in front of him with beautiful features. He hadn't seen him in more than 20 years. , he almost forgot about this person and the cases he was involved in when he was a policeman.

"I really don't recognize you." Director Zhang put down his teacup, opened the files in his hand one by one, glanced at them, and laid out several enlarged screenshots of the surveillance video on the desktop.

"This boy who rushed over...is his name Yan Qi?" Director Zhang pointed to the tall and thin man in the photo, the name sounded familiar to him.

"Is there any problem?" Zhou Xun leaned on the swivel chair, poked his temple with his index finger, and pressed his head that had become drowsy due to insomnia for several nights. His consciousness was also lax, thinking too much about the past, Thinking is a little out of focus.

Director Zhang did not speak, looking at the blurry figure in the photo due to the speed of movement, he had seen the monitoring of this intersection yesterday, when the truck speeded up, his heart also rose to his throat, if only based on the reaction of the person involved It was absolutely impossible to avoid it. When the boy on the opposite side rushed over and the truck drove past his sneakers, Director Zhang frowned and looked very serious.

This is an act of suicide.

But he didn't see any hesitation in this boy.

Director Zhang tapped the screenshot with his index finger and asked, "What's your nephew's name?"

"Zhou Luo." Zhou Xun replied with his eyes closed.

Yan Qi, Zhou Luo.

Director Zhang took a deep breath. He thought of a case he had handled when he was young. A sixth-grade kid was fighting with a fugitive in an alley. He still remembered how he felt at that time. When stabbing the fugitive's chest, he suddenly changed the direction of the stabbing and plunged into the fugitive's thigh. He only felt as if a ball of cotton was stuffed in his heart, making him uncomfortable from suffocation.

He also observed the child for a while later, and there was nothing unusual. Then he closed the case and gradually forgot about it.

Except for the words that the child said before he walked out of the ward, and the extremely firm and bright eyes.

Although Director Zhang was indeed shocked by him for a moment, after thinking about it afterwards, he thought about how a big-fart child can have a clear understanding of feelings, and it is still an abnormal relationship. He just smiled and forgot this sentence .

That's when he still felt that he was really inexperienced to be fooled by a child's serious expression.

But now, he only felt that his heart was heavy and his scalp was numb.There are really few people in this world who can do such a behavior.

"The model of this truck is indeed the same as that of the truck when Zhou Yuan had a car accident." Director Zhang took the folder in his hand and looked through it carefully, "It is also the same intersection, the same...time, it seems that someone deliberately I want you to recall this."

Zhou Xun slowly took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Zhou Yuan was involved in a car accident when Zhou Luo was six years old.

At that time, Zhou Yuan didn't have a regular job. He wandered the streets every day, and when he saw a shop recruiting or some temporary work that could be done, he would pay for it. He would keep himself busy for a while to earn some living expenses.

Zhou Luo's kindergarten is not far from Yuanli Publishing House. Usually he will send Zhou Luo to the kindergarten, and Zhou Xun will pick him up and sit in the office to read English books.Zhou Luo likes to read English very much, and he is also very talented in English. Sometimes he goes to work directly with Zhou Xun on weekends, and stays in his office for a whole day.

That day was also Friday afternoon, Zhou Yuan casually made some extra money, got off the bus and walked 100 meters ahead and walked around a corner, which was Yuanli Publishing House.

After Zhou Xun received his text message, he was holding Zhou Luo's hand and was about to go downstairs. Before he reached the first floor, he heard screams outside when he was standing on the stairs, and he couldn't stop for a long time.

Zhou Xun didn't think in a bad direction at first, but he still instinctively stopped on the steps on the first and a half floors, telling Zhou Luo not to go downstairs yet, and to wait here honestly for him to come back.

After speaking, he turned around and ran down, his heart beating violently uncontrollably.

The moment the automatic door opened, he saw a shocking red and a bloody Zhou Yuan.

Without even shaking his body, Zhou Xun knelt straight on the ground.

There were no vehicles parked around Zhou Yuan. After Zhou Xun realized that this incident was not an ordinary car accident, he called the police.

The vehicle involved in the accident was recovered three days later.

Stopped in the middle of an abandoned brick and tile building, the driver committed suicide by taking poison and died in the black bungalow next to him. The body had already cooled down, and the time of death was determined to be two days ago.

That is, after he hit Zhou Yuan, he drove the car all the way here without any hesitation, and ended himself.

After a rigorous search, it was found that the driver had nothing to do with Zhou Yuan.

That's the end of the case.

But Zhou Xun knew that this matter was not that simple, and he also knew who was most likely to be related to this matter, but this person seemed to have disappeared, and no matter how he reported the case to the police, it would not help.

Although this person has been under major suspicion, so far he is still an innocent person, and more things can only be asked after he is caught.

Afterwards, this person never appeared again.

Zhou Xun could only get a clue from Director Zhang that "the model of the truck is the same as that of Zhou Yuan's car accident", but it was enough.

Same time, same place, same way, same van.

That person came back, maybe he came back a long time ago, but Zhou Xun didn't know it all the time.

When he walked out of the police station, he suddenly thought of a few figures that often appeared around his house recently.

At first he didn't care about these people, but when his mother, Zhou Luo's grandmother, came back from the vegetable market and told Zhou Xun with a serious face that someone was following her, Zhou Xun felt that someone did it deliberately.

Although nothing happened, Zhou Xun lived a very tormented life like this.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Luo almost had a car accident.

The air pressure is a little low.

Zhou Xun wrapped his leather jacket tighter.

He felt flustered after taking two steps, and subconsciously wanted to see if there was any suspicious person following him. Even though it was on the street, and even though there was a constant stream of pedestrians on both sides of the road, he still swallowed with difficulty. The heart beats fast.

suspicious person.

Zhou Xun shook his body for a while, his hands and feet cooled down quickly, and his arms began to go numb right after.

A person came across the crosswalk, no, two, and the person behind him was wearing a mask, and his silver hair was still eye-catching in the dim light of the early winter afternoon.The first thought that popped up in Zhou Xun's mind was to run, but his calves were as if they were filled with lead, and he couldn't move. He stood there dumbly, watching the two people who were getting closer, and slowly opened his eyes wide. .

"Long time no see." The man smiled at him.

The brown hair is docile and naturally hangs down the neck.

There was no one in the cafe.

At the table in the corner of the row near the glass door, three people in different dresses were sitting.

There were two cups of coffee and a glass of lemonade on the table. The silver-haired man took two sips, and he bit his mouth sourly.

Zhou Xun sat opposite the two of them, his body was still a little stiff, his hand holding the cup trembled slightly, and he simply didn't want to drink anymore.

"Did you go to the police station?" The brown-haired man smiled: "Finally noticed, do I have to make it so obvious?"

"What do you want?" Zhou Xun asked, staring at the coffee cup, never looking at the well-dressed and polite man in front of him.

"Before I retire, I want to recover some debts owed by others when I was young." The brown-haired man glanced out the window, his dark blue pupils looming under the bangs of his brown hair.

"Are you asking for money?" Zhou Xun emphasized his tone, raised his head and stared at him impatiently: "I'll give you whatever you want."

"There is one thing I don't understand." The brown-haired man frowned slightly and said, "Zhou Yuan was just one of my men back then. I will give him as much money as he wants, time and time again."

The brown-haired man smiled, as if he was laughing at himself: "My sympathy is taken for granted by you. He bought himself a house with my money, invested in your business, and used it to treat his wife. .”

The brown-haired man sped up his speech a lot, but he still spoke calmly. After the words fell, he picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. His expression was a little unhappy. The silver-haired man took two bags of sugar from the side and put them in and stirred them twice. The man's expression softened a bit.

"His wife is like a bottomless pit. If I don't lend him money, he says I'm desperate and threatens to stab me to the police." The brown-haired man smiled: "There are more than one people who dare to run on dangerous routes. He alone, and it's not the first time I've been provoked, did he think he would use this as a bargaining chip to threaten me?"

Zhou Xun stared at him, the corners of his mouth began to twitch.

"To teach him a lesson." The brown-haired man put down his coffee cup, wiped his mouth with a tissue and said, "Maybe he hasn't even told you about this."

"What is it?" Zhou Xun looked at him.

"I helped him unplug his wife's ventilator." The brown-haired man smiled and said, "Some people will make progress if they don't suffer from the source."

Zhou Xun's hand trembled suddenly, and his breathing became a little short: "You!"

"On the night his wife died, he was supposed to be delivering the goods. He drove the van and didn't follow the prescribed route, but hit my car at an intersection. Thanks to him, I had an operation on the back of my neck. , The scar left until now is always reminding me of this shame." The brown-haired man lowered his eyes, and kept tapping the rim of the coffee cup with his index finger: "I was so kind to be made into such a mess by a nobody. , or are you too heartless?"

Zhou Xun squeezed out a sentence viciously from between his teeth: "What the hell are you..."

"I want your Zhou family to live in fear forever." The brown-haired man raised his head, pursed his lips and said, "If I hadn't been extra careful and replaced the goods in Zhou Yuan's truck with daily necessities, I wouldn't be here now. Sit through the prison, that is, lingering in a foreign country. He betrayed me in the police station. If I hadn't left in time and withdrawn all the transactions arranged in this city in time, I wouldn't chat with you here now. "

Zhou Xun closed his eyes, feeling so depressed that he couldn't speak.

"Zhou Xun, money can buy a lot of things, even sex, and I can make Zhou Yuan pay for it without any effort." The brown-haired man finished his coffee and raised his chin at the counter, the silver-haired man nodded I got up and went to buy him a new cup and added two packets of sugar.

"The money he owes me, even if calculated according to the bank interest rate, has already rolled into astronomical figures." The brown-haired man stroked his chin, and looked at Zhou Xun with interest: "Don't say you can't afford it, Even if it's worth it, there are still many things between us that cannot be measured by money."

"What exactly do you want?" Zhou Xun's voice was very deep, so deep that it sounded rough and stiff: "How can we let us go?"

"It's very simple. I like to bet with others the most. Let's make a bet." The brown-haired man smiled and said, "Is there a child named Yan Qi next to Zhou Luo?"

Zhou Xun looked at him, feeling a little cold in his heart.

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