Zhou Quliang pulled open the rattan chair and sat opposite her, habitually folded his legs, leaned back slightly closer to the back of the chair, and said in a gentle voice: "Police Chen said just now that Shiyang had contacted a missing girl. Can you tell me in detail?"

"Oh, yes."

Qiao Shishi put down the teacup, found Fang Yu's information from his phone and handed him the phone.

Zhou Quliang pressed his eyebrows patiently and looked at it carefully, then returned the phone to her: "I have never seen this girl before. She should be very young, how could Shiyang know her?"

Qiao Shishi lowered her eyes and put away her phone, thought about the words, slowly turned the teacup, and said, "We have only found out that the last person this girl named Fang Yu met was Zhou Shiyang. As for what Zhou Shiyang has to do with her, it is still under investigation."

"How long has this girl been missing?"

Zhou Quliang looked at her calmly and calmly and asked.

Qiao Shishi rolled her eyes up and quickly worked on a math problem: "Well--it's the twelfth day."

Zhou Quliang's brain was much faster than her. He immediately raised information from her words and integrated it, and finally gave an inference: "She disappeared on September 1st. The last person you found out that she met was Shiyang. Police Officer Chen said that it was Shiyang's car that picked her up, and since then he fell into missing contact and his whereabouts were unknown." As he said, his dark eyes were as dark as a piece of ink. His pupils were as dark as water, and he fainted, and a hint of undetectable sadness and anger appeared. He said in a plain tone: "Although I don't understand criminal investigation, a young girl has been missing for more than ten days and has not received a blackmail call at home. This girl is probably very dangerous. In other words, do you suspect Shiyang is the murderer?"

Zhou Quliang's eyes showed a trace of inquiry, and he looked at Qiao Shishi and asked again: "Or, Shiyang has been transformed from the identity of the victim to the suspect by you. Are you just investigating his crime and completely neglecting his cause of death?"

Qiao Shishi was slightly stunned and stared at Zhou Quliang blankly. This agile, wise and profound man seemed to have clearly analyzed their motivations and made a counterattack to defend the reputation of the deceased.

Qiao Shishi suddenly became a little nervous, and she had a lot of random thoughts in her mind for a moment, and was a little soft-hearted and guilty. Even though she had not done anything wrong, she felt a little...heartbroken when facing Zhou Quliang at this moment.

"No."

She put down the teacup, raised the back of her hand and wiped off a piece of jasmine petals that were stained on the corner of her lips. She looked at Zhou Quliang with a serious expression and smooth expression: "Even if Zhou Shiyang is really related to Fang Yu's disappearance, we will not ignore his human rights because of his identity as a sinner. As you said, if he really hurt Fang Yu, he was the victim in another case. We will not let anyone die inexplicably. Please believe that we believe in the police, and we will definitely give you and your brother an explanation."

Zhou Quliang looked at her calmly for a moment. Under his focused gaze, Qiao Shishi suddenly couldn't sit still, so he avoided his gaze, picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.

"You are a good cop."

Zhou Quliang said this to her, then smiled as if he was about to stop.

Qiao Shishi felt a little guilty and put the cup down, thinking that he was not familiar with Chu Xingyun, and he didn't know what she said just now completely copied what Chu Xingyun said to the family of a victim.

Zhou Quliang helped her refill the tea, then picked up a handful of wooden tea tweezers and gently picked it in the cup in front of him, saying, "There is something I think I need to tell you."

Qiao Shishi sat upright, looked at him and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhou Quliang lowered his eyes and looked at the tea tweezers wandering in the cup, saying, "After I came back from a business trip from Los Angeles, my partner Qiu Zhi told me that Shiyang had asked him for some money. Because the amount was a bit large, he did not make a decision without authorization, but waited until I came back."

"How much?"

"Five million."

Five million is indeed a lot, Qiao Shishi asked alertly: "Which day did you come back from a business trip?"

Zhou Quliang said slowly, "No. 5."

No. 5, after No. 1...

"What did he want that money?"

Zhou Quliang frowned slightly: "This is also my question. He never spends money casually, and he rarely asks me for money, but that day--"

He is still impressed by Zhou Shiyang who asked him for five hundred that night.

Zhou Shiyang has been well-educated since childhood and has never been extravagant. Even though he has never squandered his wealth at home, he suddenly asked him for a huge sum of money. When asked about his reasons, he stammered and refused to explain it clearly. Zhou Quliang still remembers his pale face and anxious tone, and slammed the door and slammed out the first time after being repeatedly questioned.

Zhou Shiyang was so abnormal that night, and he had never seen it before.

Qiao Shishi saw that he was the same doubt, so he changed his question: "Then did you give it to him?"

Zhou Quliang was stunned for a long time, suddenly raised his palm to cover his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "No, I am thinking now that maybe something will happen to him if I give him that money."

Qiao Shishi couldn't help but comfort him and said, "Don't think so. Zhou Shiyang was definitely not dead because of money-seeking. You - don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Zhou Quliang lowered his arms, looked at her and smiled a little, and said, "Thank you."

Then he picked up the teacup in front of her and put it in front of her, saying, "Please use it, I didn't touch it."

Qiao Shishi looked down and couldn't help but be stunned. Perhaps it was because Zhou Quliang saw that she had just seen that she had almost swallowed the jasmine petals into her stomach, so he picked out all the jasmine flowers in his cup of tea for her to drink.

The cup of tea in front of me was clean and transparent, like a sunset, rippling with golden light waves.

Qiao Shishi was dizzy when the cell phone in her pocket suddenly rang.

Chu Xingyun called her to ask about the results of the search of the vehicle.

Qiao Shishi turned her back slightly to avoid Zhou Quliang and said, "I am collecting certificates, and I guess the results will be produced tonight."

Chu Xingyun was silent for a while, and then said, "After Chen Zhiyang collected it, he dragged the car back to the municipal bureau."

"Ah? Can Team Chen be willing?"

Chu Xingyun tsk: "I asked him to collect evidence first, what else does he want to do? If he has any objections, let Team Fu tell him."

Qiao Shishi cleverly heard that he seemed to have accidentally gotten involved in for a while, and wondered: "What are you busy with, Boss? I originally agreed that we will check the Shu Palace again today."

Chu Xingyun said: "You care about me so much, what about the information I asked you to check?"

"I don't have time? Gao Yuannan is checking, please ask her directly."

After saying that, he hung up the phone, then picked up the cup of jasmine tea, and Caocao greeted Zhou Quliang: "Then I, let's go first?"

Zhou Quliang nodded: "Please give me some advice."

A young man with a code piece suddenly recognized the white bear and raised his hand and said, "That, police uncle, I have an impression."

Since he was with He Cheng, Chu Xingyun has been very concerned about his age and hates others calling him uncle the most. He endured the five or six-year-old child called him uncle, but the young man in front of him was obviously old and called him uncle, which made him very upset.

"How old are you?"

Chu Xingyun asked.

The man said, "Ah? I was from 1994."

Fuck, really young.

Chu Xingyun didn't bother with the post-90s and called him to the forefront: "Did you say you've seen this bear?"

The young man picked up the white bear and turned it upside down. When he saw the label behind him, he confirmed: "Well, it's this bear, which was packed from me, and I accidentally sprinkled a little ink on the label."

After finding the person in charge, Chu Xingyun disbanded the others, then raised his hand and pressed it on his shoulder: "Find a quiet place to chat?"

Taking the person to the warehouse, Chu Xingyun said straight to the point: "Did this person leave any contact information and identity information?"

His aura was too strong and his face was too serious. The post-90s generation couldn't help feeling that Alexander was sitting on a small stool like a primary school student who did something wrong, and said slowly and cautiously: "No, he said he didn't bring his ID card, and it was a gift for his children. He needed to hide his name and did not leave any contact information."

Chu Xingyun's eyes suddenly became cold, and the words "child" and "gift" made him angry and disgusted.

"man?"

"Yeah, a man."

"When did he come?"

"When I was on duty yesterday, it was around nine o'clock in the evening."

"How old?"

"At most age forty, I look pretty young."

"Do you still remember his appearance?"

"He was wearing a mask and didn't see clearly."

"What shoes are he wearing? Are he leather shoes? Do he have a backpack?"

"The bag? There is no bag, but I don't know what shoes he wears."

As he said that, the post-90s post looked at him curiously and asked, "Uncle Police, why did he wear shoes and do he have to carry a backpack?"

Chu Xingyun: "...You can see if he is a far-far passenger with his backpack, and you can see if he is driving by himself or taking a transportation."

After saying that, he didn't give the post-90s a chance to ask again, and asked, "The surveillance camera here is turned off?"

When he came in just now, he found that the cameras here were completely dark.

The post-90s generation said: "There was something wrong. I have been asking people to repair the past two days, but no one came."

Chu Xingyun left him a contact information and told him that if he came back, or if he remembered something, he could call him to contact him at any time.

The last question before leaving: "Which direction did that person go after leaving?"

“Right hand.”

When he walked out of the warehouse and passed by the lobby, he waved to He Cheng.

He Cheng walked to him and asked, "How is it?"

Chu Xingyun pinched his eyebrows irritably: "There is no clue."

After saying that, he grabbed his wrist and took him forward, and then quickly walked out of the express company.

The post-90s man just said, "He" went out and walked to the right. Chu Xingyun looked at the intersection less than ten meters away in front of him and couldn't help but frowned his eyebrows.

Is it a coincidence? Walking ten meters to the right is the intersection. Not to mention whether the road camera at the intersection is used normally, even in normal use, it is one thing to photograph the suspect, and whether the portrait is clear is another thing.

Even if the shops across the street pressed the camera, they were mostly just facing the one-point acre of three-point land at the store.

However, the express delivery company is not adjacent to the intersection, next to a chain of cosmetics stores.

As soon as he stepped into the cosmetics store, the shopping guide greeted him and asked him enthusiastically what he needed.
To be continued...