Fu Yi drove the car on the highway for nearly fifteen minutes before he found Yang Kaitai on a pedestrian street.

Yang Kaitai shrank his shoulders slightly and lowered his head. His slightly heavy steps were particularly eye-catching among the young men and women who were going out to enjoy the nightlife around him.

Fu Yi slowed down the car and followed his steps, lowered the window, and watched him honk the horn.

Yang Kaitai turned his head and looked at the roadside, turned his head back unmovedly. The expression on his face was stubborn and sad, innocent and confused, like a young wolf missing from a pack of wolves.

"You don't have to worry about me, Team Fu, I'm reflecting."

When he spoke the words "reflection" seriously in an angry and serious tone, Fu Yi almost got angry and laughed.

Seeing that the intersection is about to come, the traffic flow at night is not as busy as during the day, an off-road vehicle is still very hindering traffic when driving on the highway at a snail speed. In just a short while, the third whistle urging the speed of the vehicle has sounded behind it.

Fu Yi simply stopped the car by the side of the road, opened the car door and walked towards him, grabbing his arm: "This is not a place for reflection."

Yang Kaitai frowned and tears rolled in his eyes again with anxious tears. He pulled his arm hard with him: "I won't go with you, I know, you and Team Chu think I've done something wrong, you all think I'm wrong!"

Fu Yi grabbed a little in his hand, frowned slightly and looked at him helplessly: "When did I pick your fault?"

Yang Kaitai raised his back and wiped the corners of his eyes hard, rubbed a red mark on the corners of his eyes, and lowered his head to stare at the ground, and said with grievance and anger: "Although you didn't say it, I can see it. You have been avoiding me these days and never looked at me. I know you are angry with me." As he said that, his tone suddenly became more swallowed and he said with grievance: "I know I am not qualified to participate in the relationship between you and Sister Shu Qing. That is between you, and I have no right to intervene. But I didn't plan to tell you on my own initiative, it was you who kept asking me. If I didn't say it, you kept looking at me and forced me to say it, but I said it, you are angry with me again, what should I do!"

In the last sentence, he looked at Fu Yi and shouted out, then wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

The off-road blocked on the roadside caused dissatisfaction with driving, and horns sounded one after another on the road.

Fu Yi glanced at a driver who was yelling at them, turned around and looked at Yang Kaitai and sighed heavily, with a gentle and helpless tone, and said, "You did nothing wrong, I was not angry with you, nor did I avoid you. I just--it was very messy and needed to be quiet."

Yang Kaitai raised his red eyes and looked at him carefully: "Really?"

Fu Yi's face was relieved, and a faint smile appeared as he touched the corner of his lips: "Well, really, can you get in the car now?"

Yang Kaitai returned to his usual gentle and obedient appearance, and was squeezed and kneaded by others. He sat in the passenger seat in a regular manner, and did not dare to put his hands around. He lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, Team Fu."

Fu Yi followed a car steadily with the steering wheel, freed up his left arm to put it on the window and supported his forehead with a little tired look. Hearing him, he glanced at him, curled his lips, and smiled helplessly: "What's wrong?"

Yang Kaitai sat upright like a student who was reviewing the class teacher, and whispered: "I shouldn't tell you this kind of thing. My approach hurts the relationship between you and Sister Shu Qing. It's very bad for you. Maybe you will also have irreparable consequences because of my mistakes. In short, it's all my fault."

Yang Kaitai was once again immersed in guilt and self-blame.

But Fu Yi was a little distracted. Yang Kaitai was right. This kind of thing should not be told by outsiders, but what channels would he use to find out?

Perhaps neither method is suitable. Yang Kaitai simply and directly lit the ring and told him that this should have been the gift of the Chinese Valentine's Day that Sister Shu Qing gave you!

Although this approach was a little inappropriate and thoughtful, Yang Kaitai was also forced to question him at the time, and in desperation, the only option was available.

So he was not angry with Yang Kaitai, or he was not angry with anyone, not even Shu Qing.

After being forced to learn the truth, he was a little dazed, a little depressed, and a little irritated. He didn't know how to face his wife for a while, so he always spent a long time going home. Similarly, he didn't know how to face Yang Kaitai, who broke his illusion of "happy family", so he kept avoiding contact with him.

His wife's affair was beyond his mental preparation as expected. It seemed that he had already known it, but it was not pointed out, so he was officially told that his wife had another lover outside. He was not very angry, but felt very guilty.

He knew very well that he had been owing to his wife over the years, and he had been trying his best to make up for it from the best of his ability, but his compensation was like a drop in the bucket. It was nothing more than asking about his well-being, paying his salary at the end of the month, and occasionally having time to accompany her to watch movies and travel. However, in addition to these material compensation and daily companionship, the part of his lack of his wife in spirit and love is something he could not make up for it no matter how hard he tried.

He could not fill the missing part of her delicate and tender heart.

Shu Qing knew very well that he did not love her, so she looked for the love that women yearned for from others.

Fu Yi can set up a family with her without distraction, support her and protect their common daughter. However, he cannot achieve a love that trusts each other and is loyal to his wife like other husbands.

So he didn't hold a grudge against Shu Qing, but just felt that he owed her.

Fu Yi's silence made the air in the carriage thin. Even though the windows were wide open and the evening breeze was upside down, Yang Kaitai still felt cold hands and feet and had difficulty breathing.

"What are you going to do?"

Yang Kaitai carefully glanced at him with a cold line and a solemn expression, and said, "That Qiu Zhi, if you don't want to see him, I can help you talk to him. I found out that his ex-wife is looking for him to get back together. If he can get back together with his ex-wife, then Sister Shu Qing will--"

After passing the intersection, Fu Yi suddenly changed the route temporarily, turned to the right, and interrupted him with a smile: "Do you think I should fight him?"

Yang Kaitai didn't think so. He felt that Fu Yi was gentle and elegant, mature and persistent, and would never have physical conflicts with anyone. At most, he would make a few words of excuses when he was angry. It was impossible for him to solve the problem with violence like a drunkard and reckless man.

Fu Yi looked at the quiet road conditions at night, pressed his eyes slightly and remained silent for a moment, and then said, "You don't have to do anything for me, I will find time to deal with this matter."

Yang Kaitai couldn't help but look at him, with a slight surprise in his eyes.

Fu Yi is talking about "handling", not "talk", which means that he will definitely deal with this matter as a result.

Yang Kaitai immediately tangled his internal organs into a twist, as if he had a premonition that his mouth was unrestrained, which was about to cause the marriage between Fu Yi and Shu Qing to break down.

If this is the case, he will live in guilt for the rest of his life.

But Fu Yi had no time to think too much at this moment because he had arrived at the Shu Palace ahead.

Yang Kaitai got off the bus and stood down the high building, his head a little dizzy: "What are you doing here?"

Fu Yi installed the car keys and walked towards the revolving door first: "Verify your feeling."

The Shu Palace was temporarily closed, so there were only two security guards on duty in the lobby, and they were released with ease when they saw their ID.

A security guard followed them to Room No. 106 on the third floor and opened the door with a spare key. Only when the key was inserted into the keyhole, the door opened.

"Ye? Forgot to lock it."

Fu Yi twisted the door lock back and forth twice, and found that he had not been pried before, so he said, "This room is the scene of the murder, so you must be closely guarded."

"Hey, I understand."

"Has anyone been here just now?"

Fu Yi asked again.

"Several workers who delivered furniture have left long ago."

Fu Yi didn't say anything else, touched the switch at the Xuanmen, and the lights lit up dispelled the darkness in the room.

The evidence that should be collected at the scene has been almost collected, and the criminal police have almost lifted the floor, so it is difficult for them to find anything when they return to the scene.

Yang Kaitai stood at the door and watched Fu Yi patrolling indoors, thinking a little discouraged. Maybe he brought him here not to verify that his feelings were right, but to verify that his feelings were wrong.

But you have come here, don't come in vain.

Yang Kaitai walked into the outer hall, first glanced at the place where Zhou Shiyang was lying in the bedroom, then looked at the bathroom opposite the bedroom, and then slowly walked towards the bedroom with a white fox-wool carpet.

He remembered Chu Xingyun that Fang Junhai entered Room 106 with the help of Liu Ru. Then Fang Junhai would definitely sneak into Room 106 in advance and did not ambush in the bedroom. Because Zhou Shiyang fell at the door of the bedroom and was attacked from behind, the murderer must have ambushed the place where Zhou Shiyang's back faces. The closest to the bedroom and easy to hide is the bathroom-

Yang Kaitai turned around, looked at the empty door of the bathroom and the darkness that emerged from the crack of the door. Thinking that the murderer might be lying in the bathroom without turning on the lights waiting for Zhou Shiyang, he felt more and more that the darkness that seeped out of the bathroom door was hiding inside like a figure.

‘He’s hidden in darkness, stopping at the edge of light, and hidden under his quiet and deep appearance, his long-planned murderous intent.

Yang Kaitai wanted to open the bathroom door to find out, so he stepped out of the bedroom, but his attention was all on the bathroom door, forgetting that the bedroom floor was nearly thirty centimeters higher than the outer hall, and it was quite missed and stepped on a stairs.

Yang Kaitai was caught off guard and immediately threw himself on the floor, and hurriedly led Fu Yi, who was looking at the window.

"What's wrong?"

Fu Yi hurriedly walked to him and wanted to help him up.

Yang Kaitai raised his face, which was stuck to the floor, revealing his red nose and the bleeding that was surging out.

"Paper paper paper!"

Seeing that the nose bleeding was about to get dirty, Yang Kaitai quickly covered his nose with his hands and hurriedly reached out to ask for tissues everywhere.

Fu Yi took out the wet tissue he carried with him to block his nose. Looking at his embarrassed and panicked look, he laughed and said, "You always do this, you never look at the road when you walk."

But Yang Kaitai was not interested in the minor injuries he suffered. Instead, he got up in shock and looked at the steps connecting the bedroom floor and the outer hall floor. His eyes were flustered and focused. He suddenly wiped his nose hard, and pointed his fingers stained with blood tissue to the steps. Unbearable excitement and excitement emerged in his eyes: "Captain Fu, where is there a step!"

Yes, there is a step there, which they have discovered long ago, and they can't even count as clues.

However, the vivid and enthusiastic surprise on Yang Kaitai's face is rare, and it makes people feel that the man in front of him is shining with his eyebrows and eyes, vivid and vigorous as a boy.

"Yeah, you said."

Fu Yidao.

Yang Kaitai suddenly grabbed his hand and led him to the steps, pointed to the remaining blood of Zhou Shiyang on the carpet, and said, "I remember Zhou Shiyang was lying on the carpet. At that time, his feet were about thirty centimeters away from the edge of the steps."

Fu Yi gently pushed his hand away without hesitation, pressed his finger against the frame and looked down at the scene of Zhou Shiyang's corpse in memory. He memorized for a moment and said, "That's right, is there any problem?"

Yang Kaitai suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him up the steps, stood on the bedroom carpet, pushed him to the place where his toes and the edge of the steps were firmly close to each other, and then went down the steps and stood face to face with him, saying: "Look, Team Fu, then Zhou Shiyang should be killed when he was standing where you are standing now, but he was facing away from me, not me."

Fu Yi held the frame and frowned and asked, "You? Who are you?"

Yang Kaitai walked to the wall and turned off the lights of the outer hall. There was only a dim wall light in the bedroom in the suite. The glow-like light scattered a layer of light that faded into the mist in the bedroom.

Yang Kaitai returned to him and stood there. Because the lights in the outer hall were turned off, he leaned against the darkness. The light in the bedroom was too weak to print his face. He could only see two faint fires lit up in his dark eyes and his blurry and hazy facial contours.

At this moment, Yang Kaitai was like a sinner walking out of the darkness, with cold stars bursting out from the eyes and holding a murder weapon in his hand, with blood pouring on the murder weapon.

He said: "I am the murderer."

Fu Yi couldn't help but be stunned. At this time, Yang Kaitai, who was hidden in the dark, made him feel chilled and his spine became cold.

He lowered his head and glanced at his feet quickly. His eyes were faintly flashing with candlelight swaying in the night, and he slowly said in a deep voice: "You mean, Zhou Shiyang is standing where I am standing now and being attacked by the murderer?"

Yang Kaitai was extremely calm and keen at this time, and analyzed without any haste: "He usually wore shoes of 42 and a half sizes. When he found the body, he fell on the carpet, and the distance between his toes from the edge of the steps was about 30 centimeters, which means he should have been killed by standing on the edge of the steps."

As he said that, he looked down at his feet: "But look, Team Fu, I can't stand up."

Fu Yi understood that Yang Kaitai was deducing the murderer's process and method of killing.

"Speak."

Fu Yidao.
To be continued...