The restaurant Chen Zhiyang mentioned is at the intersection of the back street in Dongcheng District. Business is booming here, and the daily traffic is very high. Even late at night, the "waiter" who pretended to be old at the entrance of the hotel was still very busy to welcome and send off.

This private restaurant was run by a relative of Chen Zhiyang's family. He had followed Chen Zhiyang here to eat and drink for free many times. The clever waiter had already recognized his face and greeted him happily when he saw him appearing: "Oh, Captain Chu is here, where is our young master?"

Every time Chu Xingyun arrived here, he felt coke. He thought that Chen Zhiyang's family was as beautiful as Chen Zhiyang. If other restaurants wanted to take the high-end line, they would decorate the restaurant into the Guidianlan Palace. Although their family also took the Suigu route, they were unique. The three-story private restaurant was decorated like the mansion of the Shan Dawang.

Not only did the restaurant look like a bunch of people, but the staff were dressed up as they were full of spirit, which always made people feel that one hundred and eight heroes would rush out in the next second and ask diners for money to cross the bridge to buy a road.

"On the road, we'll arrive in a while."

Chu Xingyun climbed up the stairs, reached the second floor with a familiar path, and entered a private room where Chen Zhiyang opened the back door and booked it all year round.

In less than ten minutes, Chen Zhiyang arrived. He was so anxious that he was filled with an anxious aura. He pulled the chair next to him and sat down. The car key in his hand slapped the table and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Neither of them came for dinner, so they didn't even order food, and there was only a pot of tea on the table.

Chu Xingyun threw the document in front of him: "You take a look first."

Chen Zhiyang looked around and shouted at the door: "Xiao Xu, just serve a few dishes!"

The girl wearing a short cheongsam at the door responded and soon brought a few plates of chicken, duck and fish with red oil and red sauce.

The document was only a few thin pages. After reading it, Chen Zhiyang threw it on the table, picked up the chopsticks and ate it, "I have no idea about this case, hasn't it been broken long ago?"

Chu Xingyun had no intention of eating, so he pulled the chair off the dining table, took a wine cup and put it in front of him as an ashtray, knocked the ashes in the wine cup, and smiled at the corner of his lips, saying, "I thought it had been broken long ago, but the survivors of that year reported the case and said that the person who was harassed and harassed him was the death row prisoner who had been executed."

"Survivor? Who?"

Chu Xingyun licked his dry lower lip, raised his eyes and looked at him and said, "He Cheng."

Of course, Chen Zhiyang knew about the famous New Year's Eve kidnapping case thirteen years ago, but this case had long been closed and did not associate He Cheng with the survivors he mentioned.

"Are you sure? The death report has been released. Besides, it has been so many years since then. If Yuan Pingyi was still alive, why did he only find He Cheng now?"

Chen Zhiyang threw down his chopsticks and entered a serious and serious state of work.

Chu Xingyun said: "Serial killers like this, once they pass the stage of carnival and murder, and the desire to kill gradually disappears, they will hide in the crowd until the murderous intent buried in their bones and blood is awakened again during the lurking period, ranging from three to four years to more than ten years. Once they decide to re-take the old path, the survivors who escaped from them were the first target."

Chen Zhiyang said impatiently: "I don't need to give me some lessons. Your grades at school are just a fraction of me. Just tell me directly if you want to re-invest this case?"

Chen Zhiyang hit the point, Chu Xingyun rubbed the cigarette butt in his fingertips, then threw it into the wine cup, and said with a smile: "It's clear at a little bit, it's smart."

Chen Zhiyang held his cheek with a toothache, looked at him with extremely complicated eyes for a while, and his face was so bitter that it seemed that he had eaten something bad.

Chu Xingyun raised his legs and showed it to him openly. He also picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of tenderloin and put it in his mouth. He gently wiped off the corners of his lips with his thumb. Finally, he raised his eyebrows and smiled at him: "Have you seen enough, do you want me to sing a song for you?"

Chen Zhiyang covered his face and sighed long, saying, "Chu Xingyun, you really want to die."

Chu Xingyun smiled calmly, and pointed his fingers on the name column of the document with the 'Yuan Pingyi'. His tone was calm but full of strength: "It's not that I don't want my life, it's that he wants my life."

Chen Zhiyang's eyes became more complicated, and he slapped it back and forth several times as if he was holding candy in his mouth: "Is this second young master of the He family your life?"

Chu Xingyun smiled and admitted generously: "Yes, just say whether you can help me this time."

Chen Zhiyang's teeth hurt even more, and he was sitting like a needle under his butt. Finally, he bent his finger and knocked hard on the table: "How can I help you? Who doesn't know that Director Qin relied on rescuing your second young master's military merits? You are going to knock him back to his original form now. Not to mention whether Yuan Pingyi is alive or dead, he is still alive, and he is already dead in the file! Can Director Qin agree to you to re-invest? Not to mention that Qin Xiao is still in your hands now. I guess he wants to kill you now!"

Chen Zhiyang's words were pertinent, and it was also the current situation that Chu Xingyun had long recognized.

"So."

Chu Xingyun laughed slowly and said, "I need you to help me."

"I'll help you find death?"

"Tsk, don't be so pessimistic."

"I think you are too pessimistic! How capable are you? After fighting with the Jiang family, the Qin family. Now if you don't kill Qin Xiao, Director Qin will kill you. Do you dare to come forward and reveal his true feelings and force him to attack you? You are too pessimistic, pessimistic and seek death!"

Chu Xingyun knocked on the table and said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, hey, I asked you to help me, but I didn't let you curse me. In short, you want to investigate this case, and if you don't help me, I have to investigate it, and if you don't help me, I have to investigate it, so you can ask if you help me."

Chen Zhiyang pointed at him with one hand and at himself with the other: "You not only respect yourself, but you also respect me too much. I can't even get in the police department door. How can he help you?!"

Chu Xingyun pressed his hand pointing at the tip of his nose and smiled and said, "Can you enter the police hall? Your second uncle can enter the police hall."

Chen Zhiyang looked at him with a vigilant look: "What do you mean?"

Chu Xingyun took a clean wine cup and poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of him. A quiet look suddenly appeared on the sea at night, with a hidden and surging undercurrent, and said, "Director Qin will take office as Deputy Mayor of Yinjiang City by the end of the year. Do you know this?"

Chen Zhiyang didn't dare to accept his Hongmen Banquet at this time. He raised his body back and forth, far away from the cup of tea, and his heavy eyes glanced back and forth on his face: "I know, it's all spread."

Chu Xingyun also retreated a little, and a dark and calm eyes faintly appeared in his dark and calm eyes, surging under the sea, fighting and biting under the sea, and said softly: "Then I tell you something you don't know. It is not Director Qin who will be promoted to deputy mayor by the end of the year, but Director of the Police Department."

"What the hell are you talking nonsense, isn't Director Qin the Director of the Police Department?"

Chu Xingyun smiled, his fingers came to the edge of the teacup, and his thumb pushed the wall of the cup and moved forward gently: "He is now, and he may not be soon."

Chen Zhiyang frowned, and seemed to hear the profound meaning of his words, and said in a deep voice: "Who is that?"

Chu Xingyun smiled and slowly showed his trump card: "Your second uncle, Political Commissar Chen. According to qualifications, it's his turn after Director Qin stepped down."

Speaking of this, Chen Zhiyang certainly understood what he meant.

Chu Xingyun realized that he had no chance of winning by fighting alone, and he was forming an alliance with them.

The temptation of the olive branch given by Chu Xingyun is undoubtedly strong, but if it is not too strong for a while and the olive branch becomes □□, its recoil should not be underestimated.

"Do you have a chance of winning?"

Chen Zhiyang asked.

Chu Xingyun spread his hands and was like an hopeless old gambler who was hiding in a casino, determined and cautiously betting on his life again: "I won, and you and Political Commissar Chen benefited. I lost, and I was the only one who died. Even if the chance of winning was very small, it was worth your try."

His words were really tragic, but Chen Zhiyang was not worried that he would be drowned in the political river. The He family behind him would try their best to rescue him if there was no way out.

"You turtle, you're thinking deeply enough."

Chen Zhiyang laughed and scolded.

Chu Xingyun also laughed: "Anyway, I want to go against Director Qin, so it's better to go with the flow and push someone "my own person" up."

Chen Zhiyang looked at the old classmate in front of him. Of course, his brotherhood and Chu Xingyun were deeply rooted. But at the same time, they were on the same boat and wading through the same sea. Now that Chu Xingyun is facing difficulties, he needs his secret help to face the difficulties. It is like the two families forming an alliance to launch a small mutiny. After knocking down Director Qin, they each took what they took.

Chu Xingyun continued to defend his life, and Chen Zhiyang's career was even smoother.

This cooperation may be a win-win situation.

So Chen Zhiyang said: "I will tell Political Commissar Chen whether it will be successful or not, I will tell you tomorrow."

Chu Xingyun picked up the wine cup and handed it to him, and smiled and said, "Thank you to our second uncle."

After leaving the "crack", Chen Zhiyang rushed to the branch office, and Chu Xingyun drove on the way home.

At around three o'clock in the morning, He Cheng's phone was almost pinching. As soon as he drove the car on the road, his phone rang.

"Why haven't you been asleep yet, young master?"

After finding an allies, Chu Xingyun was in a good mood. He answered the phone and pressed hands-free. Then he threw his phone into the co-pilot and asked with his lips.

He Cheng snorted coldly, and a burning anger hidden in his cold voice: "I also want to rest, but I have a problem that I can't figure out."

Chu Xingyun joked, "Oh? What's the problem? Brother, please help you figure it out."

He Cheng said: "I can't figure it out, why don't you answer the phone? Or do you answer everyone's calls, but you don't answer my phone? I've called you more than a dozen calls and you didn't answer it. Even if you really don't have time to answer my phone, please hang up the phone? At least let me know that you are still breathing!"

The traffic dropped sharply in the early morning, and the road was empty, with only a few cars passing by the intersection in front.

Chu Xingyun smiled helplessly and said, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, there is something wrong with your phone. I really didn't hear the ringtone ring. I'll change it tomorrow."

He Cheng snorted from his nostrils and asked, "Where are you?"

"On the way back, it's twenty minutes away."

He Cheng's voice became obviously gentle and he said, "Then hurry up." After saying that, he seemed to feel something was wrong and changed his words temporarily: "Slow down, pay attention to safety."

The red light flashed quickly for thirty seconds at night. Chu Xingyun stepped on the accelerator and walked straight forward. Because the speed of this section of the road was not measured, the speed was faster.

He held the steering wheel with one hand and touched his jacket and pants pocket with the other: "I don't seem to have a door card, so you can open the door for me later."

Two cat moans came from the phone, and then He Cheng said lazily: "Well, I'll wait for you in the living room."

Chu Xingyun's ears pointed, and he heard Daman's voice, and asked, "What's wrong with Daman? What's the matter?"

He Cheng smiled softly: "Didn't you let it lose weight? You are lying on my feet and asking for something to eat."

At this time, the car happened to drive to the center of the intersection. Chu Xingyun's eyes were focused on the road conditions in front of him, and he raised his lips: "Don't pay attention to it, it will get used to it after two days of hunger--"

At this time, he was too distracted. If he could take care of the intersection on the right, he could see a garbage truck rushing straight towards the center of the intersection with a strong wind, and rushed to his car like a white ghost.

When Chu Xingyun heard the sound of the steel giant beast tearing and wind approaching his ears, he realized that danger was coming. He suddenly fell silent after speaking, and then quickly turned the steering wheel to the left, but it was useless.

The black Land Rover seemed weak and vulnerable in front of a heavy vehicle that was nearly three meters high. The front of the garbage truck was installed straight on the body of the Land Rover. With a loud bang, the four Land Rover tires grinded out fire-like tire marks on the road.

The Land Rover, which was hit by a huge force, made several rounds on the road like a whirlwind swept into the center of the vortex, and then hit the curb stone before stopping with a bang.

Chu Xingyun lay on the steering wheel, his body covered with broken glass of car windows, and his forehead was thrown by inertia and his bruised red blood immediately flowed out.

He wanted to untie his seat belt and get out of the car to escape, but his head was dizzy after being hit by a series of impacts. His eyes were blurred and blurred, and his body was unable to use force for a while. His brain seemed to be bumped into a ball of paste, which was very difficult to even think.

But his ears were still clear, and he could clearly hear the sound of He Cheng calling his name from his cell phone where he didn't know where he fell.

About half a minute later, he was still dizzy in his mind, but he recovered some strength. He fumbled his fingers for a long time before he unbuttoned the seat belt. When he was about to open the car door, he saw someone step ahead of him and opened the car door.

A man stood next to the car, very tall, wearing a jacket, with a collar upright covering his chin and a baseball cap.

Although Chu Xingyun's eyesight was blurred and his mind was chaotic at this time, he recognized his identity as he saw this man.
To be continued...