The wind chime hanging on the eaves of the door was ringing, and the jingling bell quickly returned to calm. As the glass door opened and closed, the depressed and calm air in the afternoon tore open the cold air in the store and rushed forward for a moment. Then a man in a suit and gold glasses took off his suit jacket and held it in his hand because of the heat, revealing a slim black shirt.

He walked straight to the cashier, lowered his eyes slightly, stretched out an index finger to press the glasses between his eyebrows to prevent them from sliding, as if he was asking the waiter for taste.

The waiter led him to look at the menu posted on the wall to the west.

A man in the western corner booth saw him looking at this side, turned his body straight, lowered the brim of his hat on his head, lowered his head and took a sip of the lemonade that had been added to it for too much ice, and the ice melted for too long, and he did not see the lonely and cold gaze ejaculated from the amber eyes behind him for a few seconds.

About six or seven minutes later, the wind chime on the eaves behind him was knocked again, and the waiter said briskly: "Let's go slowly, welcome next time."

The man spit out a straw that was bitten by his teeth. Perhaps because he sat down directly under the air conditioner, the damp cold air made his palm sticky and cold, his teeth clattered, and the bone marrow was air conditioning out.

The sound of the waiter approaching without permission also shocked him.

The waiter put a drink in front of him and smiled, "This was ordered by the gentleman just now, and he has bought your order."

In front of him was a cup of light green tea, and the tea bag was soaked at the bottom of the cup. Under the cover of a few petals, it swayed slightly at the bottom of the cup-

He Cheng walked out of the cold drink shop with two glasses of iced coffee and looked at the municipal bureau a hundred meters away across the street. The cold drink shop behind him was located at the corner of the intersection. A hundred meters west of the city bureau was the municipal bureau. The daily or official trips of the municipal bureau staff passed through this intersection. This can be said to be an excellent place for secret supervision.

He walked across the road to the small square where he had just stopped. From a distance, he saw Chu Xingyun sitting on a wooden chair outside the square, leaning against a camphor tree with calm branches and leaves. The dense green shade hit him. The light spots that penetrated from the gaps between the branches and leaves were like butterflies, flying and hovering on his face.

Butterfly.

Butterflies represent beauty in the eyes of the world. It is precisely because of their beauty that they attract people's eyes and attract people to linger, and are surrounded and hunted. Their self-defense and defense capabilities of these beautiful little things are almost zero. Their only means of making a living are only two fragile wings, and their wings are as easy to be broken like their lives.

Beauty is the advantage of conflicting with purity and flawlessness, and is the evil trap hidden in purity. As long as it is born in the world, it cannot escape the defiled fate. (Note)

Since they left the city bureau, Chu Xingyun's mobile phone has never been idle for a moment. He is like a general who has been deprived of his position. Even if he is exiled to the frontier, there are still a group of loyal generals who follow him to his orders.

He Cheng brushed a few leaves from the chair and sat down beside him, handing him a glass of iced coffee with amazing temperature.

Chu Xingyun had just finished a phone call and watched the rushing traffic on the road fall into deep thoughts. He took the coffee and put it on his legs, and said to himself: "Where will Sun Shibin go?"

He Cheng was not sure whether he was talking to him. He looked at him and saw that his eyes were obviously scattered, so he chose not to speak.

An hour ago, the Municipal Bureau had issued a joint investigation notice to all the towns and districts passing through to the west of Ludan Mountain. Sun Shibin has become a wanted suspect on the Internet, and Qiao Shishi also led a team to chase south according to the route provided by Wu Xiaoshuang.

The investigation takes time, as short as one or two weeks, and lasts for several months. This is a long-term pursuit. Sun Shibin planned the murder and money-filling, and his escape route would never be as simple as from Yinjiang to his hometown. Perhaps he had other identity certificates hidden in him, and it was impossible for him to hide in any small county town on the way.

No, he must take action, because the whereabouts of the money are still unknown. They have monitored all accounts that have dealing with charity funds. Once they find large amounts of transfers and withdrawals, Gao Yuannan must be the first to know. 30 million comes from Lujiang Publishing House, so how did the 380 million come from?

Not only that, he always recalled the situation where he sat on the rooftop of the building and talked to Fu Yi. What they thought and the truth revealed that night completely retreated to the north, completely overturned Fu Yi's argument, destroyed the hard work of the criminal investigators these days, and the case returned to the starting point again-

The only suspicion now is the unknown 380 million yuan. Perhaps this huge amount is also the customer funds transferred by Sun Shibin. However, no source has been found and no one who lost money has reported the case. Perhaps finding the owner of 380 million can break the current deadlock and give an explanation to all the investigators involved in this case, as well as an explanation to the truth.

Chu Xingyun felt a headache, not because of the excessive brain load under psychological pressure, but because of the physical headache. He tried his best to beat Zheng Xihe just now, but for some reason, he pulled the tendon between his arm and his head. It hurts really now.

He sighed, then raised it backwards and wanted to rest on the back of the chair for a while, but the back of his head did not touch the cold and hard wood as he expected, and the pillow reached an arm.

He Cheng raised his right arm and put it on the back of the chair, took a sip of the coffee in his hand expressionlessly.

Chu Xingyun lifted his eyelids and turned his head to look at him, curled his lips and asked, "Is the words just now sincere?"

Because he freed up an arm for him to pillow, He Cheng had to lean his body in the direction of him, and raised his legs and pretended to be stupid: "Hmm?"

"Didn't you just say that I am different from the one with my surname Zheng?"

He Cheng rarely said the truth: "Of course you are different from him."

Chu Xingyun didn't know whether he was praised by He Cheng. At least he was sure that his actions were recognized by He Cheng. Although this person did not stand in the same river as him, he believed that if he could not stand in the tide of rivers and seas, He Cheng would not lack the courage to step into the river.

He Cheng's position is actually always biased towards him, which is enough.

This feeling of being recognized, protected, or even never be betrayed makes Chu Xingyun feel stable and at ease. It is like a warm palm that smooths every worry and every wrinkle, which has set a fire in his heart, roasted in mist, making him feel warm and soft. No matter how embarrassed he is by the frost, rain, snow, wind and waves, there is always someone who is always in his heart to set fire to roast the ice in his heart, and let his blood flow out pure and warm heat.

He suddenly remembered a few years ago, a rainy afternoon, a courtyard with brilliant summer flowers, and a corridor filled with the fragrance of begonia.

He stood on the balcony wet by rain and looked at the sky, and saw the back of the young man sitting in the corridor. His thin clothes were wet by the wet rain and fog. Because he was short, his feet were not as good as the ground, and his bare feet were hanging low in the air. The rain falling from the eaves hit his ankles and dripped along his toes into the wet soil.

Chu Xingyun walked out of the house, walked through the corridor full of crabapple flowers, walked behind him and wrapped him with a thin blanket, and then sat with him in the corridor filled with the fragrance of flowers soaked in the crushed and soaked begonia petals, quietly watching the flowers in the garden with branches and leaves swaying in the invasion of plum rain.

"Brother Xingyun."

He heard Xiao Hecheng ask him: "Will you always be with me?"

"Of course, I'm your brother."

Chu Xingyun answered him like this.

I don’t know how many ice cubes were placed in the coffee in my hand, and it was getting ice in my palm, as if I was holding a piece of ice, and my skin was so cold that itchy.

Chu Xingyun pulled out the straw, raised his head and poured it down half a cup like drinking, and didn't notice a bite of coffee that he had no time to swallow, flowing down the corner of his lips like a trickle.

He Cheng kept looking at him with his own light, and had long noticed that his eyes were floating around. He thought he was thinking about the case, so he didn't bother him. Until he suddenly took a sip of coffee and didn't know he had leaked it, he reached out and hooked the water droplets that were about to drip on his chin.

"What do you think?"

He Cheng asked.

Chu Xingyun turned his head and looked at him, threw the remaining half cup of coffee into the trash can next to the wooden chair, and wiped the chin that was rubbed by his fingers.

"I'll go to the Huxi shantytown by myself, and you ask Xiao Shu to come and pick you up."

He stood up and walked towards the parking lot of the small square. After walking two steps, he heard He Cheng's cell phone ringing. He stopped alertly and heard He Cheng say, "Resign?"

Chu Xingyun turned around and asked, "Who resigned?"

He Cheng frowned and looked at him: "Well, I understand." After that, he hung up the phone, looked at Chu Xingyun with complicated eyes and said: "Yang Shu."

The apartment rented by Yang Shu is very well located, bustling but not very noisy, and is the first choice for white-collar men and women with mid-to-high-end income.

Half a day passed in a daze, and it was approaching dusk again. A red sun hanging on the waistline of the Pearl Tower was like blood. Chu Xingyun got out of the car and stood at the entrance of Bihuayuan Community. Perhaps in order to block the dim light that drifted in the air like a layer of water, he brought his sunglasses and looked up at a window he had stepped into in a tall building in the community.

He walked forward a few steps, suddenly stopped, turned around and leaned back, bent down at the car window and asked, "Don't you go up?"

He thought He Cheng came with him for official business, but He Cheng did not seem to have plans to enter the home of the employee who submitted his resignation as a boss.

He Cheng sat in the driver's seat, looked at the windshield, and said lightly: "No."

Chu Xingyun did not stay too much, and the darker sky seemed to force him to take action as soon as possible.

"Chu Xingyun."

He Cheng suddenly called him, and Chu Xingyun looked back at him.

"I'll be waiting for you here."

He Cheng said.

Cooperating with this situation, it was natural for He Cheng to wait for him downstairs, but Chu Xingyun saw something unusual in his eyes.

He Cheng's eyes were rarely soft and focused, and seemed to contain the profound meaning of being unspeakable.

Chu Xingyun was stunned for a moment, nodded, turned around and walked into the community.

Outside a door on the eleventh floor, he rang the doorbell, and it was only after a long time that the woman's voice seemed cold because of her extreme vigilance: "Who?"

"It's me."

Yang Shu did not open the door immediately, but moved the cat's eye cover on the door, still vigilant: "Is there anything wrong?"

Chu Xingyun suddenly felt a little discouraged, took off his sunglasses and took a step back so that the people in the house could observe him more carefully and said, "I-I'll take a look at you."

A full minute later, the door was opened. Yang Shu was wearing a water-blue cotton and linen dress, standing by the door with her arms around her, lowered her eyes and did not look at him, saying, "Come in."

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the room: "Zheng Xihe's people have come. If you have any questions, go and ask him."

Chu Xingyun bent down and was about to take off his shoes. He heard that, he stopped changing his shoes and walked straight towards her: "What are they asking you?"

Yang Shu turned around in the exquisitely decorated living room, as if she was puzzled by his additional questions, but she still answered: "They asked me if I knew who the person who tried to kidnap me, and where I went on May 6th."

Chu Xingyun's heart tightened and was a little surprised. He did not expect that Zheng Xihe also realized that May 6 was a critical time point. The starting point of all time was May 6, and he asked Yang Shu before him.

In other words, it was yesterday's attempted kidnapping that made him notice Yang Shu.

"Then how did you answer?"

In desperation, the private affairs that Chu Xingyun had been entrenched in his mind before entering the door disappeared at this time. He treated Yang Shu with an attitude of being indiscriminate to other people involved.

The sensitive and delicate Yang Shu obviously noticed this, held her arm and leaned on the back of the sofa, turned her head and looked out the window, and said indifferently: "I don't know who that person is, nor do I know why he wants to kidnap me, as for May 6th--"

Yang Shu paused for a long time. During this period, Chu Xingyun had already walked up to her. The setting sun outside the window shone on the white wood grain floor through the window, as if a golden wave was scattered.

Yang Shu kept avoiding his gaze and looked out the window and said, "On May 6th, Mr. He and I attended a banquet. After a drink, I got drunk. When I woke up again, I was at my own house. No matter how many times you asked me, this is my answer."

Seeing the indifference and persistence in her eyes, Chu Xingyun lowered her voice and tried to make her voice sound soft and patient, and smiled and said, "Actually, I need your help to recall whether there is Zhou Sisi among the women attending the banquet that night. She was wearing a burgundy skirt that night, and I will show you the photos."

Chu Xingyun took out his cell phone from his pocket and searched for Zhou Sisi's figure who was left in the surveillance video. Without paying attention, Yang Shu frowned two beautiful brows, her expression became more cold and angry.

"Is that why you came to me?"

Yang Shu suddenly asked him coldly.

Chu Xingyun suddenly raised his head, looked at her face for a moment, then silently put on his cell phone, trying to make himself smile naturally: "No, I, actually, I should have come to see you long ago. You were very excited yesterday, and it was not suitable--"

Halfway through his words, Chu Xingyun sighed in regret.

Yang Shu smiled and finished for him: "Isn't it suitable for asking questions, right?"

After all, Yang Shu was aloof and well-educated. She was so angry that she only showed a cold smile. She quickly adjusted her emotions and said calmly: "What else? Apart from that, are you talking to me?"

Chu Xingyun looked up at her again, his eyes very calm.

He knew what Yang Shu was asking, and knew how to answer to resolve the crisis between the two people. But he couldn't say the five words "We are friends". Whether Yang Shu believed or not, first of all, he didn't believe it himself. He told others a lie that he could not even deceive. This person was still Yang Shu, and he couldn't say it and didn't want to lie to her.
To be continued...