Yang Kaitai didn't know what happened, but Chu Xingyun suddenly changed the established route and once again drove his new car out of a desperate situation.

The phone in his pocket kept ringing along the way. Chu Xingyun stared at the congested road conditions ahead, grinding his back teeth and looking anxious and impatient. When the phone rang for the third time, he freed up one hand to take out the phone and pressed it hands-free and threw it on the driver's platform.

The first thing Chen Zhiyang said was almost unable to stop the car from rear-end collision with a car in front of him.

"That car belongs to Zhou Shiyang!"

“Which car?”

Although he asked this, he had guessed which case Chen Zhiyang was talking about.

Sure enough, Chen Zhiyang said: "We almost checked the blue Ruitu in the city. It was the car that picked up Fang Yu. The owner was Zhou Shiyang!"

"How do you determine if there is no license plate number?"

"Not long after this car was launched, we checked all the owners. Only Zhou Shiyang's car appeared near Baifu Grand View Garden on September 1st. We also found the supermarket owner opposite Baifu Grand View Garden. The boss had seen the car and waited on the side of the road for about ten minutes. After receiving a girl, he left. According to him, the person driving was a young man, and there was no one else except Zhou Shiyang!"

Chu Xingyun was inexplicably annoyed, and his eyes quickly flashed through Zhou Shiyang's face, Fang Yu's face printed on white paper, and Zhou Quliang's stoic and sad face...

Unexpectedly, Zhou Shiyang would have something to do with Fang Yu, which was the suspect involved in the case who caused Fang Yu to disappear.

Chen Zhiyang said again: "Fang Yu should have known Zhou Shiyang for a long time. We have also checked the phone you brought back. Fang Yu basically stored all the information in the storage card, and only stored Zhou Shiyang's mobile phone number inside the phone. The relationship between the two of them is definitely not simple."

Even if Zhou Shiyang is really related to Fang Yu's disappearance, Zhou Shiyang is now dead, and the clue of Zhou Shiyang has been cut off. However, Chu Xingyun quickly realized that the lead of Zhou Shiyang's murder may surface.

Fang Yu's disappearance involves the dead Zhou Shiyang. So is Zhou Shiyang's death related to Fang Yu's disappearance?

"Have you found the Dongfeng Ruitu from Zhou Shiyang?"

Chen Zhiyang said: "It's on the way to Zhou Shiyang's house."

Chu Xingyun had too many noises in his mind, so he had to park his car on the side of the road for a while, staring at the crowd and traffic coming and going in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "You must find that car and call out all the whereabouts of Zhou Shiyang on September 1st. If it was him who took Fang Yu away and caused Fang Yu's disappearance, then I have reason to suspect his death - it comes from revenge, or silence."

"What's wrong? Isn't the murderer Qin Xiao?"

Chen Zhiyang asked.

Chu Xingyun pinched his eyebrows irritably: "The evidence is insufficient. In short, we have to mix it up now. You first check Zhou Shiyang and investigate all his social relations. And Fang Yu's social relations cannot be spared. Since Fang Yu and Zhou Shiyang know each other, they must have common acquaintances or friends."

Chen Zhiyang suddenly remained silent for a moment and asked, "Do you think Fang Yu is still alive?"

Chu Xingyun's eyes burst into cold stars, looking at the crowd of traffic whistles in the warm sunshine ahead, and there was a moment of wandering and trance in his eyes, and he said, "There are so many good things."

He was missing for more than ten days and did not receive a ransomware call, which means that the other party is not seeking wealth, but life. Even if Fang Yu can be retrieved, it will probably be a corpse.

On the way to the Ark Building again, Chu Xingyun used his ability to use both his heart and mind. While focusing on the scene of Zhou Shiyang's death, he could also take into account the traffic lights along the way. So much so that he forgot the purpose of this trip. Until he parked his car in the open-air parking lot of the Ark Building, he suddenly remembered, yes, for He Cheng.

"team leader."

Yang Kaitai stood beside the car and suddenly called him.

Chu Xingyun was furious and frowned and looked back at him.

"I won't go up."

Yang Kaitai paused and said, "I'll help Captain Chen find Zhou Shiyang's car."

His expression was firm and decisive, and there was no doubt or anxiety in his eyes before searching for evidence. It seemed that he had found Zhou Shiyang's car and found evidence that proved that Zhou Shiyang had nothing to do with the crime.

The stubbornness in his eyes and the emotional bias shown were too obvious, which made Chu Xingyun feel that if he participated in the investigation of Zhou Shiyang's case with this mentality, it would cause chaos.

Chu Xingyun walked up to him and pinched his shoulder, looked at his eyes and said seriously: "Put your personal relationship with Zhou Shiyang aside first. You are a policeman. You are investigating the case now. You can't do anything except find out the truth. Is it clear?"

Yang Kaitai's eyebrows and eyes were supported by the forced aura he exuded from his body, showing the first time since he became a policeman that he was so focused and devoted to a case. His eyes that were too dark had unshakable persistence, so he showed a little bit of fierce intention. Since Qin Xiao was released on bail, he showed an unyielding persistence and intention like a dead soldier. It seemed that he knew who the murderer was, and his goal was clear. At this time, his desire for revenge was too obvious, so that he did not look like a criminal policeman, but more like a soldier under the general who was always ready to charge and conquer the city.

A detective actually does not need much hatred for sin or hatred for murderers. They need to always maintain a fair and calm mind, keep a distance from any blood and death, remembering that they are just a bystander, not a participant in the crime.

But Yang Kaitai seemed to have already participated.

"Don't worry, captain."

Yang Kaitai's eyes loosened slightly, but he quickly regained his persistence and said to Chu Xingyun: "I know what I should do."

Watching Yang Kaitai leave on a taxi, Chu Xingyun turned around and walked into the Ark Building.

Several people surrounded the president's office, and in addition to Xiao Shu and He Yunshu, there were two department executives.

Seeing him coming out of the elevator, Xiao Shu hurried forward to meet him a few steps.

"What's going on?"

Chu Xingyun kept walking towards the president's office where the door was closed.

"About half an hour ago, Mr. He received an anonymous package."

Chu Xingyun tried to push the door and found that the office door was locked from the inside.

“What package?”

He asked while turning the door handle.

Xiao Shu said: "There is nothing wrong with a white bear, but when Mr. He saw the white bear, he was very—"

As he was talking, Xiao Shu stopped.

Chu Xingyun looked back at him and said anxiously: "Say it?"

A deep sense of anxiety appeared on Xiao Shu's face and said, "He seemed to be scared."

Chu Xingyun was stunned for a moment, and an inexplicable palpitation climbed up along his back, which made him panic for a moment. Then he clenched his fists and hammered it on the door panel: "He Cheng?! Open the door!"

At this time, He Yunshu hurried into the secretary's room, and after a moment he returned with a key, handing it to Chu Xingyun: "This is the key to the office."

Chu Xingyun opened the office door and saw the back of the man sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

He Cheng sat on the single sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, facing his back to the door, his quiet eyes stared at the sun, the sky, and the creatures wandering and wandering in the world outside the window.

Those people, those puppets surrounded by steel, cement and tall buildings, are irrelevant individuals, but have established a ridiculous and huge social system. They use blood to establish relationships, connect with others with emotions, and distinguish between spirit and flesh with life and death.

They were born and grew up in this world, and they would die in this world. This world could not give anything except the desires that they could not satisfy and the pain that would eventually sink into it. But they tried their best to connect with the world in an attempt to make the world remember them. Everything they did was nothing more than to delay their death and save their loneliness. What a humble and low-level wish. But even such a humble and low-level wish, how many people could achieve it? Does anyone really love them? Does anyone care? If tomorrow is the end of the world, will anyone be willing to embrace them and go to the underworld together?

No, absolutely nothing.

Since there is not, why do they have to struggle? Why do they have to work hard? Since they are so painful and lonely, it's simple, let's die.

He Cheng looked at the crowd on the ground, his face was cold and contemptuous, and his cold eyes were like a ghost.

The ghost shadow is among the tall buildings and besieged in the city, and is increasingly destroyed by kindness and warmth. Darkness and sin will eventually take root and wander, wandering all day long. If human society is a vast ocean, then this ghost shadow is a cruising in the abyss, wandering for thousands of years, unchanging essence. It whispers and kisses on the calm and dirty sea surface, like a ghost snarling.

For a moment, He Cheng felt a sense of weightlessness from his body. It seemed that the entire Ark building collapsed with his soul and smashed towards the crowd who lived and died in the midst of his life.

The sound of the door opening and closing behind him did not attract his attention. His soul wandered in the abyss, rushing and unable to find the exit.

Chu Xingyun closed the door, walked towards him quickly, squatted in front of him, and suddenly grabbed his right hand on the armrest of the sofa. His fingers drooped weakly, pointing to the center of the earth, dying.

When he touched his body temperature, Chu Xingyun realized that his whole body was as cold as ice.

He went to touch He Cheng's face and found that He Cheng's eyes did not fall on him at all, but passed through his body through the office floor-to-ceiling windows, and even through Yinjiang City. I don't know where he was following his thoughts.

"He Cheng? Can you see me? He Cheng?!"

Chu Xingyun suddenly grabbed He Cheng's neck with force. Perhaps it was too strong to hurt He Cheng, which made his dissipated gaze retract from the horizon, as if he had retracted a kite that was being released.

Just now, Chu Xingyun really thought he had left. Although He Cheng was sitting on this single sofa at this moment, an invisible barrier blocked them, isolating them in different spaces. He Cheng was in the dark, he was in the light, and He Cheng, who was in the dark, was sitting in the sun, and the sun almost melted him.

The frozen colors in He Cheng's eyes gradually warmed up, and his eyes showed fatigue and confusion. It seemed that his soul had traveled to the abyss, the reefs of the straits, and returned exhausted to the starting point of falling out of reality and falling into the illusion.

"Brother Xingyun——"

His voice was too low and too light, and his tone was trembling and weak, as if he was tempted and unbelievable. Chu Xingyun even saw the creatures who were older than the dark night struggling and wandering for a long time before he could tear the darkness and see the surprise and touch like the sky light.

Chu Xingyun suddenly stood up, hugged He Cheng in his arms, and hugged him tightly.

"It's me."

He Cheng raised his arms and hugged his waist tightly, like a drowning person hugging the only driftwood floating on the sea.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Chu Xingyun's hand gently stroked the back of his neck and asked in a low voice.

He Cheng said: "I saw something that has disappeared for a long time."

"What?"

He Cheng let go of him and bent down to pick up the white bear from the floor. His cold and pale fingertips were almost the same as the lifeless plush toy.

Chu Xingyun took the white bear from his hand and looked it back and forth, but found nothing special, except that the white bear was tied with a rope on his hands and feet.

"Is this the express you received? Who delivered it?"

He asked.

He Cheng took off his glasses, revealing his faint red eyes, closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows, feeling tired and weak: "That person."

Although He Cheng pointed at the direction unknown, Chu Xingyun almost immediately understood who He Cheng said "that person" was.

In the few seconds of being stunned, he seemed to have suffered several heavenly tribulations. The blood on his face faded away and the temperature on his body was lost. The inexplicable anger burned wildly in his mind like a prairie fire.

"Impossible, that bastard is dead!"

When it comes to the kidnapping thirteen years ago and the demon, it is a torture for them, and it is the past they desperately want to forget.

It was like comforting He Cheng, and more like convincing himself. Chu Xingyun bent down and grabbed He Cheng's shoulder, looked at him with red eyes, his teeth couldn't help but tremble, and tried his best to calm down and said, "He Cheng, listen, he is dead. He died thirteen years ago. Have you forgotten? He Ying went to the scene when he was executed. If you are worried, we call He Ying and we ask him for confirmation--"
To be continued...