Muchuan and Xiang Wan

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Continue to investigate.

One clue, the scope is too large.

That night, there were more than 120 vehicles initially locked.

Huang He used all the manpower available in the criminal investigation brigade.

Traffic police, Internet police, and various information resources are also summarized one by one.

Recheck, exclude, and find useful information.

The criminal investigation team was brightly lit.

Bai Muchuan's eyes were red, but he remained at the scene.

Fang Yuanyuan sent a message every half hour to ask Huang He if there was any news.

Huang Heneng only gave her a bitter smile, and the extra comfort was too late.

At one o'clock in the morning, Bai Muchuan's long-lost cell phone ringing sounded.

He picked it up so busy that he saw the caller number and his face was dark.

"Hey?"

As soon as a word fell, a sharp female voice came from there.

"What are you doing? Hmm? What are you doing..."

The vague accountability came from his microphone, and Huang He frowned as he heard it.

Bai Muchuan: "What's the matter, wait until I return to Kyoto."

"..."

I don't know what to say there, Bai Muchuan sneered suddenly.

"No one can force me to do anything. Only I want or don't want to!"

Before he hung up the phone, there seemed to be an angry shout there.

Huang He didn't know who he was talking to. He was a little uncomfortable with this awkward atmosphere.

"White team, are you okay?"

Bai Muchuan yelled, "It's okay. I'll go outside to smoke a cigarette. Hold on—"

...

At the end of the corridor, the light is very dark.

This is a blind spot that can't be covered by air-conditioning.

Bai Muchuan leaned there, the fireworks flashing at his fingertips, the light spots under the shady scene, the handsome man, combined into a melancholy freehand drawing.

Beautiful, but it makes people feel cold.

He silently looked at the ink-like sky outside the window.

The smoke was not smoked, but burned slowly.

Cheng Zheng put his hands in his pockets, approached silently, wrinkled his nose disgustedly, and fanned to taste.

"Take less time!"

Bai Muchuan glanced at him and handed a branch from the cigarette case.

Cheng Zheng refused, "When a person is emotionally upset, smoking smoke and drinking alcohol have the same effect, and the damage to the body will multiply! Do you want to die a few years earlier?"

"Oh!" Bai Muchuan smiled.

It's a sneer, like a joke.

He slowly plugged the cigarette back into his mouth, squinted and took a sip.

"Aren't you going to pursue others? Now that everyone is gone, and you are not nervous about you?"

"Is it useful to be nervous?" Cheng Zheng asked back, his face indifferent.

In a sense, Xiang Wan's character analysis of him and Bai Muchuan is correct.

They all share the coolness and reality shared by highly sophisticated men—

However, Cheng Zheng is even more serious in his bones than Bai Muchuan.

Bai Muchuan is cold on the skin, Cheng Zheng is cold on the bone.

"After smoking, just work. Find the person back to Kyoto early to deal with your business..."

After Cheng Zheng finished speaking, he turned to the technical team.

Bai Muchuan looked at his elegant and long back, stunned for two seconds, and suddenly dropped his cigarette butts anxiously with his feet.

"I don't need you to direct my work."

"This is not your job." Cheng Zheng turned his head and looked at him squarely. "Two days ago, you were no longer the captain of the Hongjiang District Criminal Investigation Brigade. Now the acting captain is Huang He."

Bai Muchuan looked at him coldly.

"So, do you think you are qualified to control me?"

Cheng Zheng chuckled, “No, I’m not here to control you, I’m here to remind you. Since Xiangyue’s social relationship is so simple and not rich, how could the kidnappers inexplicably block the alley to find her? ?White team, I very much doubt your major, your mind, and your ability from ICPO at the moment—"

He strode away.

Bai Muchuan's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Concern is chaotic.

Chaos does not make sense.

He gritted his teeth and quickly returned to the office, called Tang Yuanchu.

"Give me the file of the 720 case!"

Tang Yuanchu glanced at Huang He, watched him nod, and quickly followed suit.

...

"Squeak."

"Ga-ga-ga-"

There is no human voice, only insects singing.

Xiang Wan didn't know where he was.

The room was empty with a few simple wooden tables and chairs and a bed. The only window was covered with newspapers from the 1980s. It had long been yellowing, and the sky that leaked through the gaps in the newspaper was enough for her to see the light outside.

It's night.

It has been a whole day since I was taken here in the morning.

However, reality and TV series are still very different.

There was no intimidation or intimidation, and no one asked her to contact her relatives to ask for a ransom.

In fact, the other party has not mentioned any conditions with her so far.

The two men in black threw her here, so she didn't care about her.

There was also a dish of twice-cooked pork in the meal that came at noon, and the dishes were not bad.

They didn't take the initiative to talk to her, they didn't answer anything she asked.

Can't go out to night, can't call for help, only wither.

"what--!"

A long yawn towards the night, put your feet on the bamboo chair.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, no different from ordinary rural houses-

The reason why she didn’t yell was that it was not only rural, but also desolate. When she got off the bus, she didn’t see any other people’s houses nearby, not in front of the village or in the back.

Damn it! Who did you meet?

Speaking of money and robbing, give a quasi-word!

When the fifth yawn was hit late at night, there was finally a sound of footsteps outside the door.

The shabby wood was pulled away and the door was pushed open.

The two men who pulled her in were standing on either side, left and right, like two door gods.

"Uncle Ming, people are inside."

The light was on, it was dim like a ghost.

A man about fifty or sixty years old stood at the door, wearing a pair of presbyopic eyes, his temples were already gray, his face looked at her silently, but his face was in harmony with the style of painting-

Isn’t it a facial image of criminals at all?

Xiang Wan's heart was slightly loose in his throat, and he moved his hands and feet.

She sat for too long, aching in her hands and feet.

"Old gentleman, what do you want to do with me?"

She was courageous when she came to the point. The old man stunned his glasses and slowly entered the door. At this time, I found out that when he walked, he already had a little ricket on his back. Although he was well-dressed, he would be rich or expensive at first glance, but the kind of vicissitudes and twilight emitted from the wrinkles on his face could not be concealed. live.

"Watch out!"

After the old man had commanded, the two door gods should respond.

"Yes!"

They bowed their heads and closed the door.

The "squeak" sound of the old-style wooden door sounded hairy toward the heart.

She clenched her fists and looked at the approaching man, pursing her mouth.

"You haven't answered me yet. What is your purpose?"

The man stopped not far in front of her, looked at her for a moment, and suddenly smiled.

"Daughter girl, you are very brave!"

Girlfriend, such an affectionate title, makes Xiangyue a little overwhelmed, even more unable to guess his identity.

"Who are you? If you have something to say, don't climb relatives!"

The old man raised the corner of his lips, hummed, and walked two more steps, sitting in a chair not far from her, slowly turning his head to face her, with a terrifying majesty in his laughing eyes .

"My name is Xu Zuming!"

Uh! The name is a bit familiar.

Xiangye struggled to search the information in his mind——

At this time, he heard him add, "Xu Zhaodi's father."

The three characters of Xu Zhaodi came to the late neurite with some kind of horrifying magic power.

She narrowed her eyes, "So, you got me... to avenge your daughter?"

Xu Zuming converged, and asked her seriously, "Do you think I shouldn't?"

Xiang Wan's spine was so painful, "It wasn't me who killed me! You came to trouble me, wouldn't you disrespect your daughter too much?"

Xu Zuming: "You don't kill Beren, but Beren died because of you."

day!

Xiangye is broken.

How to explain to an old man who lost his only daughter?

Xiang Ye was stuffy and hot, and his heart was suffocating. In Xu Zuming's complicated vision, she looked like she was burnt by fire, and she finally recovered her dry voice.

"Old gentleman, we have to be reasonable--"

Xu Zuming chuckled, "For an old man with no children and no daughter, the truth is useless."

Ok.

This makes sense.

In the shabby room, there was no sound for a while.

Xiang Xiang thought quietly for a while, "Then tell me, how are you going to treat me?"

Her calmness was beyond Xu Zuming's accident.

He looked at her silently, and for a long time, he spoke abruptly in mute.

"Today I only took her ashes from Ganzhou. So I made you wait here in vain for a day."

"..." Donkey lips are not right?

Xiang Wan noticed the sourness in his tone and sighed, "My perspective is inconvenient to persuade you. But old gentleman, the deceased is gone, the living is strong! Your daughter must hope you have a good life..."

"She wants me to die early!"

Xiang Wan: "..."