White Moonlight of the Tyrant

In the office, Lin Yuesheng suddenly received a text message from Ming Ran.

——I'm home.

Lin Yuesheng picked up his phone with a smile and replied: Well, what do you want to eat tonight?

The speed of replying text messages over there is very fast: you decide.

——Why are you so talkative today?Then I can cook by myself, okay?

——Hmm, I like to eat the dishes you cook the most [heart]

Lin Yuesheng was still smiling at first, but after seeing the reply, his expression gradually froze, and his hand holding the phone slowly tightened.

He took a deep breath, touched the keyboard with his fingers and replied slowly.

--OK, wait for me.

The next moment, Lin Yuesheng stood up abruptly, picked up his coat, rushed out of the office and went straight to the underground garage.

He called Zhan Qing in the car, and quickly reported a series of numbers after connecting, with obvious anxiety in his tone: "Check the location."

Zhan Qing is the leader of Lin Yuesheng's investigation team, and he is in charge of these investigation tasks.

As soon as he heard Lin Yuesheng's tone, Zhan Qing knew that something was wrong, and immediately summoned the team members to start an investigation.

Lin Yuesheng was driving fast, his hands holding the steering wheel were bulging with veins, but he still pretended to be calm on his face.

He repeatedly recalled the text message that Ming Ran replied to in his mind——

I like to eat the dishes you cook the most.

But in fact, ever since Lin Yuesheng fried a poached egg into a mess of black foreign matter, Ming Ran never let him cook again.

Maybe I was too suspicious, Lin Yuesheng comforted himself like this.

Maybe Ming Ran is really waiting for him at home?

The car quickly turned into the parking lot, Lin Yuesheng jumped out of the car and rushed straight into the compound.After entering the door, I found that the living room was empty, and there were no people in the bedrooms, study and other rooms.

Lin Yuesheng's heart suddenly cooled down, as if someone had poured ice water from head to toe.

At this time the phone rang.

It's Zhan Qing.

"We found the location of the phone, it's at the pier."

Lin Yue stood up abruptly, her voice urgent: "Have you found anyone?!"

Zhan Qing paused for a few seconds, and then said in a deep voice: "Sorry, we only found the mobile phone. An hour ago, the wharf drove away a small and medium-sized cargo ship transporting timber... We suspect that the person is inside."

In the evening, a cargo ship docked slowly on the shore, and a short man jumped off the deck.

He skillfully built a simple freight elevator, and then dragged down a wooden box covered with black cloth from the deck.

"What?" The old man patrolling the pier looked up and down, walked over and patted it vigorously with his hands.

"Brother, I told you to be gentle!" The man stood in front of the wooden box, squinted his eyes and whispered: "There is a treasure inside."

"It can't be that thing, right?" The patrolman poked his arm with his finger, and closed his eyes to simulate the injection posture.

The man smiled contemptuously: "I don't do that, it's easy to lose myself." He chuckled softly: "But the things in my box are much more valuable than those things."

"300 million." The man gritted his teeth, his eyes gleaming: "Just this one box, it's 300 million!"

The sky gradually darkened, and the night like thick ink gradually covered this border town.

The sun disappeared, and the devil in human skin showed its sharp fangs.The city is gradually filled with a hazy layer of dark pink, and exotic girls in revealing clothes stand and smoke on the street, and then spit the smoke ambiguously on the faces of passers-by.

On the street, a short, stooped man whistled happily.He pushed the wooden cart and parked at the entrance of a very rough, slum-like alley.

There were two vicious men on the left and right guarding them. They waved their hands and shouted coldly: "Certificate!"

The certificates in their mouths are not ID cards, but qualification certificates for entering and exiting the exchange.

It looks like a slum from the outside, but it is actually the largest underground trading place in the city, commonly known as the black market.

The man snorted, took out a black card from his pocket, waved it in front of the guards, and then said contemptuously: "Go away, watchdog! Don't hinder me from making a fortune!"

Zhan Qing and other investigators were very efficient and quickly found out information about the cargo ship.

"It's the cargo ship of Tianyang Timber Factory, which transports a large amount of wood to other places every week. The transporter in charge of this ship is a 27-year-old young man named Qiao Zhen. After investigation, he is in the hospital because of acute enteritis. "

"Qiao Zhen has an uncle named Zhou Zhigang. He is 58 years old. He is single, has no job and no deposits. He likes to gamble and owes a lot of gambling debts. Through the surveillance video, we found that he has frequently appeared in the surrounding areas of the villa recently, but not today."

Zhan Qing glanced at the expressionless boss, took a deep breath and continued: "Another member of our team reported that the lady was followed by an old woman on the way home today... According to the technicians, it should be Zhou Zhigang pretending to be of."

There were no waves on Lin Yuesheng's face, but if you looked carefully, you could find a storm brewing in his dark eyes.

"Are you sure it's Zhou Zhigang?" Lin Yuesheng's voice did not have the slightest warmth, as if soaked in ice.

Zhan Qing didn't dare to look directly into Lin Yuesheng's eyes, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Zhou Zhigang and his wife disappeared together in the corner of the street, which is a dead corner of surveillance. We have reason to believe... that his wife was kidnapped by him!"

"Very good." Lin Yuesheng twitched the corners of his lips, and couldn't help but smile: "Go and invite his nephew over."

"In addition, check who Zhou Zhigang has been in contact with recently. An ordinary laid-off worker would not suddenly think of kidnapping. Someone must have instigated it."

"I want to know who is behind the scenes."

Qiao Zhen was still hanging water in the hospital, but was suddenly dragged away by several burly men.

At first, he thought it was his uncle's creditor who came to him again, and he repeatedly explained that he had nothing to do with Zhou Zhigang, that he was innocent, that he had no money...

Nagging all the way, there was a dead silence in the car, and no one paid attention to him.

Qiao Zhen shouted angrily to call the police, but when he was pushed into the villa and saw Lin Yuesheng sitting by the sofa, all the threatening words stuck in his throat instantly.

The elegant man in a suit in front of him had gloomy eyes, like dark stagnant water.

A creepy feeling crawled all over his skin, as if a pair of invisible hands were tightening his throat, making him suddenly feel the fear of facing death.

"You... who are you?" Qiao Zhen couldn't help swallowing.

Lin Yuesheng pointed to the sofa and motioned him to sit down: "You don't need to know who I am, I invited you here to ask you something. After I finish asking, I will send you away naturally."

Qiao Zhen bent his knees very carefully, and slowly and tentatively sat on the edge of the sofa like an arthritis patient: "Excuse me, what do you want to ask?"

"Zhou Zhigang is your uncle."

"...Yes, but I have no obligation to help him pay off his gambling debts."

"Don't be nervous, it has nothing to do with money." Lin Yuesheng opened a bottle of cold beer and put it in front of Qiao Zhen: "Your head is sweaty, drink some drinks and relax."

Then Lin Yuesheng said lightly: "I just want to know where Zhou Zhigang sailed today. He stole a precious thing from me, so I have to come back, right?"

Qiao Zhen was taken aback for a moment, and then said awkwardly, "What sailing? My uncle can't sail at all. You've made a mistake... If you lose something, you should call the police. I don't know anything."

Qiao Zhen clenched his fists tightly, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, and asked tremblingly, "Can I go back now?"

Lin Yuesheng suddenly smiled, and leaned closer to Qiao Zhen: "Yes, it's time to go back."

Then he wrote lightly: "At this time, your daughter should be out of school too, shouldn't she?"

Qiao Zhen gasped for breath and stood up abruptly.His chest rose and fell, staring straight at Lin Yuesheng as if watching a scourge.

Mu-chan.

Zhou Zhigang drove the boat to Muzan.

It was a chaotic town close to the border, synonymous with drug, arms and sex trade, and a paradise for stowaways and criminals.

Lin Yuesheng had been there because several of his cargo ships were hijacked, and he was deeply impressed by the lax security management and the violence that can be seen everywhere.

During the day, it was a little more normal. At night, casinos, black markets and other underground entertainment venues were open, and it became a city of bliss that breeds crime.

When Lin Yuesheng heard the word Mu Zan from Qiao Zhen's mouth, his eyes were suddenly clouded with blood.

He has the heart to kill.

As soon as Ming Ran opened his eyes, he found himself trapped in a narrow, dark wooden box.

The smell of inferior wood made Ming Ran feel sick, and the bumps outside the wooden box made him almost vomit.

His memory still stays in the oranges at his feet, the old man's weird smile, and the strong pungent sweet smell.

is diethyl ether.

Ming Ran rubbed his temples vigorously, it felt as if someone had struck violently with a small hammer, the pain was terribly painful.

Ming Ran pushed the wooden box hard, and gave up the useless struggle after finding that the wooden box was tightly sealed.

He held his breath and listened carefully to the movement outside.Thank you for my cat ears, Ming Ran said silently in his heart.

The sound of wheels rolling on the ground.

documents?What documents?

blaring music.

The man yelled wildly.

dice.

Casino?

Ming Ran pressed his face tightly against the wooden box, and vaguely heard a woman's coquettish and eager panting.

He frowned first, raised his hair and shook his ears, and listened carefully again.

Suddenly his face turned green.

After Zhou Zhigang sent people to the black market, he sneaked away through the back door.The person in charge of the joint dragged the box into the elevator, and the elevator door opened a few seconds later, and in front of him was a dark basement.

They passed a long corridor, and on the left and right sides were small prison-like rooms, from which the voice Ming Ran heard came from.

A few minutes later, Ming Ran felt the box suddenly not move. There was a loud "click", and the lid of the box was torn off forcefully.

The deafening music stopped and was replaced by a male mechanical voice: "This is our last item today, a little princess from the East. The starting price is 50."

The dazzling light beam suddenly shone on the top of the head, Ming Ran subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes, the exposed skin was as thin and fragile as white paper under the light.

After a few seconds of silence, there was a burst of excited and crazy screams like the roar of wild animals.

The author has something to say: I went home too late yesterday qaq

There will be a second update later, and I will send red envelopes to everyone soon!

(*The content is purely fictitious)