Yuan Xu did not go to piano class today. After leaving the cemetery, he wandered aimlessly on the street for several hours. Then, accompanied by the sun set in the west, he returned home alone. He always felt that his life was missing something, and the missing part made him feel very lonely and uneasy. Especially when he woke up this morning, the feeling was extremely strong.

The nanny was waiting for him outside the gate. She should be the last person to care about him. Yuan Xu looked at her from afar and waved to him, and wanted to cry. The inexplicable sadness in his heart made him want to throw himself into the arms of this gentle woman. After all, he was only eighteen years old and was just a child, but why didn’t his parents regard him as a child? They always thought he was an adult who could take care of himself, or even his brother.

Brother? Where is Brother?

Oh, by the way, he remembered that his brother had passed away. He had a very serious illness, which could not be cured. But his parents hoped that he could save his brother's life. Of course, he could not do it, and he didn't want to save him. But when he was powerless to his brother's life, his life became meaningless. His life was originally born as a supply for his brother's life. Now that his brother died, his life became unreferenced.

These selfish people create their lives but do not treat them well.

The nanny asked him to go upstairs to take a shower first, then come down to have supper. Yuan Xu returned to his room like a puppet covered with clocks, took his clothes and went into the bathroom. More than ten minutes later, he changed into a plain white pajama. He looked at the wall clock and found it was still early. At the same time, he was also puzzled where the One Piece poster hanging next to the clock went. He liked this anime very much, and the poster was also the author's signature version that he asked a friend to bring back from Japan.

Maybe the nanny took it down and wiped it when he cleaned up his room. There was only the nanny in his room.

He opened the door and asked the nanny downstairs who was preparing breakfast: "Sister Hui, have you moved the poster on my wall?"

The sound of cooking came from the kitchen downstairs. The nanny might have been busy and didn't respond to him for a while. After a while, he heard the nanny say, "I took it down and wiped it in the storage box next to your desk, and forgot to hang it up."

He returned to the room and closed the door. He dragged a square storage box under the bookcase next to the desk, and saw a poster on the top. He wanted to take out the poster and hang it back on the wall. Yu Guang suddenly noticed the account book on the desk. By the way, he wanted to record the nightmare I had last night in the morning, but before he could write it, he was interrupted by Chu Xingyun's voice downstairs.

He left the storage box and sat in front of the desk. He took a carbon pen from the pen holder and held it in his right hand. He turned the cover with his left hand, and turned over the paper full of words one by one. Half of the paper passed, a blank picture appeared. So he leaned on the table and wrote down today's date, and then habitually leaned to the left and wrote down line by line... Half the page of words, he turned back another page, but the pen suddenly stopped.

Yuan Xu was stunned on the chair, looking at the manual book under his pen in surprise, and quickly turned back a few pages. What's going on? The words were written behind him. He turned to the last page. In the mezzanine of the cover of the manual, he saw a green button.

The hand in the clock passed by in circles, and the slight ticking sound seemed unusually clear in this quiet room with only the sound of flipping through the paper. The sound became more and more rapid and louder, and finally turned into a loud "bang", the sound of something exploded.

Yuan Xu stood in front of the desk, and the chair behind him fell to the ground. He was knocked over when he got up. He was trembling all over, his face turned pale, and even his lips seemed to be covered with flour. His wet hair dripped down with water. He was holding the old button that was almost worn out by time. He tried too hard, so he couldn't tell whether he was pinching the button or biting his hand.

The boy knelt on the ground like he was kicked from behind, holding the account book and button in one hand, pulling the storage box in front of him with the other hand, lifting off the poster on the top, throwing the buttons and notebooks into the storage box, trying to hide them, but what did he see

He saw more than a dozen, twenty, and thirty books lying there in a mess, with emerald green covers, colorful maple leaves printed on the covers, and a row of English LOGOs. They were sleeping there, as if they had been sleeping for a century, and the cracks of the books were messy and covered with emerald green buttons.

"ah!"

A police car stopped silently at the entrance of the villa at No. 16, Heping Avenue. Fu Yi and Yang Kaitai got out of the car. When Yang Kaitai was about to ring the doorbell, he found that the door was closed. So the two walked through the yard and came to the front of the door and knocked on the door. The young nanny quickly opened the door and asked, "Are you?"

Fu Yi showed his work permit: "Police, does Yuan Xu live here?"

"Yes, he's upstairs."

At this time, they heard a harsh scream from the second floor, a very sharp and violent scream that only exists in horror movies, and the sound could almost tear the throat.

Following the screams, they ran up to the second floor to find Yuan Xu's room. Fu Yi called Yuan Xu's name, but no one responded to him. Intermittent screams came from inside. Fu Yi took a step back and blocked Yang Kaitai with his arm, pulled out his hand and kicked open the door with a gun!

The room was in a mess, the decorations and desk lamps on the desk were swept to the ground and fell into pieces, chairs and computers fell to the ground, and some books were thrown into chaos. The owner of the room wrapped his body around his quilt and curled up on the bed, crying and screaming hysterically.

"Find something."

Fu Yi threw down a sentence, then put on a pistol, pulled out the handcuffs that were on his back and walked towards Yuan Xu.

He pulled open the quilt where Yuan Xu was covering his head and saw the distorted, pale, young, and tearful boy's face. He was desperate and frightened, and he was exactly the same as Cheng Xun's death.

"Not me! It's really not me, it's not me!"

Yuan Xu lay on the bed, handcuffed and struggled violently. In a blink of an eye, a wound was strangled with blood seeping out of his wrist. Fu Yi picked up a pillowcase from the ground and tied his arms tightly together, and he gradually stopped resisting.

"Captain Fu!"

Yang Kaitai suddenly called him, Fu Yi turned to look at him, and saw him standing in front of the closet, holding a black baseball jacket and a black baseball cap. Yang Kaitai put on white gloves and touched the jacket pocket a few times. When he took out his hand, he saw a few white powder stained on the gloves.

"take away."

Liu Jiamin was once again taken to the criminal investigation team. This time she still brought her lawyer and her arrogant pride. When she saw Chu Xingyun, she could still maintain her demeanor and calmness, and said, "It seems that you have not caught the real suspect, otherwise we would not have met."

Chu Xingyun didn't say anything, and smiled and pointed to the interrogation room on the left of the first floor. The police officer took Liu Jiamin to the door. When he was about to open the door, he was suddenly stopped by Chu Xingyun.

"No, next door."

Next door? Next door is the monitoring room.

The policeman was stunned for a moment and said, "Captain Chu, this is not in line..."

Chu Xingyun: "Next door."

So Liu Jiamin was taken into the surveillance room separated from the interrogation room by a wall.

Qiao Shishi rushed down from the building and handed Chu Xingyun a stack of documents: "All Yuan Xu's cases and information are here."

Chu Xingyun took it over and said, "Okay, you can go in first."

Qiao Shishi looked a little uneasy and said, "Boss, we are making money. Moreover, why do I think this matter is a bit irritating?"

Chu Xingyun closed the document and asked her: "Then you give me an explanation that is not irrelevant."

Qiao Shishi: "I'd better go and meet Teacher Liu. That, Mr. He, you can go to my office to sit for a while. My office is not confidential."

Mr. He sat on the bench under the police code of conduct poster and smiled perfunctorily at her.

Chu Xingyun took a few steps back and sat beside him, looking at the door of the lobby with a serious expression. He was full of thoughts in front of him.

He Cheng glanced at him, held a disposable water cup in his hand, folded his long legs, placed the water cup on his legs, and said, "I haven't seen this expression for a long time."

Chu Xingyun: "I'm not sure when I encounter a problem."

He Cheng hesitated for a moment between mocking his profession and questioning his ability, but saw that he looked worried and did not choose any one, but said in a disgusting and cold manner: "You should not be the one who is unsure in your heart, there are always people who are unsure in your heart than you."

Maybe it was because I hadn't heard He Cheng say something for a long time, but it was quite fresh when someone heard a sentence or two. Chu Xingyun put his arm on the back of the chair behind him, looked at him and said with a smile: "Young Master, I'm good at comforting people, who did you practice it on? You're so considerate."

He Cheng really wanted to splash the glass of water in his hand on his face. Sometimes Chu Xingyun's heartless nature is really hateful. He is serious about him, but he still treats it as a joke. The stones in the pit are more affectionate than him.

Chu Xingyun said again: "Do you stay here to watch the fun or want to know the truth?"

He Cheng fully demonstrated what it means to speak without a back pain while standing: "I want to know the truth in your mouth, whether it is lively or not."

"What if it's not that lively?"

"Probably not, because your constipated face that hits the iron plate is not common."

Chu Xingyun: "I thought you would say that if it wasn't lively, you would direct and act and create lively."

He Cheng looked at him sideways and smiled awkwardly: "Captain Chu, I really respect me."

Chu Xingyun: "You are welcome."

At this time, the glass door of the lobby was pushed open, and Fu Yi and Yang Kaitai took Yuan Xu in.

Chu Xingyun looked at Yuan Xu and saw that his face was full of mist, his lowered eyebrows were both relaxed and weak, as if he was a death row prisoner who was pulled to the execution ground.

Fu Yi took Yuan Xu to the interrogation room. Yang Kaitai carried a storage box to Chu Xingyun and said, "Captain, this is what I found in Yuan Xu's room. I don't know if it is useful. Look."

Chu Xingyun took out one of the books from dozens of books and quickly turned over a few pages without showing any surprise. In other words, when he saw the green buttons covered in the box, nothing else was enough to surprise him.
Chapter completed!