Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

When the little police officer heard that it was related to the murder case, his face became serious.

"Yes."

He turned around and ran to the sub-bureau to ask, because the homicide had a huge impact, both the headquarters and the sub-bureau dispatched staff to assist.

The police force of the sub-bureau is not far from the Ning'an community temporarily, and it doesn't take too much effort to go back and forth.

Fu Jian frowned to check the surveillance tape in his hand. He adjusted the speed five times, from the surveillance yesterday afternoon until it was past three in the morning, until a figure caught his attention.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, there were still people wandering in the community.

Fu Jian adjusted the double speed to normal, and then observed bit by bit.

It was a man wearing a mask, and he was holding a person in his arms...

Fu Jian kept zooming in until he could clearly see the face of the girl he was holding in his hands.

It was Jiang Zijin.

Fu Jian watched her being taken out of the community in a coma. She was wearing the wedding dress she wore during the live broadcast, her wrists were hanging limply under her body, and she fell into a coma.

The masked man sensed the location of the surveillance, and he glanced at the plaster doll. His subconscious insight was terrifyingly sharp.

Fu Jian's gaze was very light, and his pitch-black pupils were piercingly cold.

The man on the screen stood provocatively under the surveillance for two more seconds, and he mouthed to the camera.

【Man, I took it away. 】

He raised the corners of his lips, and then lifted his feet to leave with the person in his arms.

'boom--'

Fu Jian slammed the table down, and the table made an overwhelmed 'squeak' sound. The man was furious, and his fists were clenched.

He had never taken such a lowly provocation seriously before.

But this is related to Jiang Zijin's safety, she will be in danger at any time.

There was a layer of frost on Fu Jian's face.

According to the live broadcast just now, the person who kidnapped her was the real murderer.

No one can predict what will happen next.

【Ding--】

The phone on the table flickered on.

It was Fu Fang's message.

Fu Jian took a few breaths, but the coldness in his eyes did not disappear.

He took a breath, picked up his phone and glanced at it.

[Brother, my friend seems to have disappeared, and I can't get in touch for a long time. 】

[I'm afraid she's in danger. 】

[She is also from the Ning'an Community, didn't there have been a few murders there? 】

Fu Jian lowered his eyelids.

[Do you know which building you live in? 】

Fu Feng said: [Wu Building 303]

Fu Jian looked at the message on the phone, narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and pursed his thin lips with a chill.

Isn't this the room number opposite his door?

——That’s where Jiang Zijin lived.

Fu Jian asked: [Do you know her? 】

Fu Feng on the other end was dumbfounded by this question, thinking that his brother was trying to test the fabricated 'girlfriend' before.

Fu Feng didn't want to hide it from him, [Yes, it's the one I mentioned to you before. 】

【She's a female anchor, I know you don't like girls with this kind of profession, but she's different...】

Fu Jian: "..."

[The live broadcast she started today was a bit strange, and I couldn't get in touch with her even if I called, so I was worried that something might happen to her. 】

【Brother, don’t you watch this kind of live broadcast? I’m really worried about her. Otherwise, I’ll send you a replay of her live broadcast. You police officers must know more than me...】

Fu Fang sent several messages in succession.

Fu Jian's face gradually froze. His skin was pale and his lips were thin, making him look a little indifferent.

Who told him that he 'don't watch the live broadcast' anymore.

He not only watches, but often rewards.

Fu Feng took two deep breaths, but there was still no expression on his face.

Fu Feng: [Brother, why are you silent? 】

Fu Jian: "..."

He clasped the phone on the table with his backhand, didn't even bother to reply, and let the phone buzz on the table.

What's more fucking than falling in love with someone at the same time as your own brother?

"Captain Fu!"

The door of the antique store was pushed open from the outside, and the little policeman was as busy as before.

He supported his knees, his chest heaved up and down, and he was panting tiredly.

"But...maybe it's exactly what you guessed."

Fu Jian turned his face slightly, and the light from the outside reflected on his face. His cold eyelashes and the corners of his brows seemed to be plated with gold, and he was more indifferent and distant than usual.

"What did you say over there?"

The little policeman finally caught his breath, "Zhou...Zhou Zeyu is gone!"

"The people in their sub-bureau are going crazy looking for someone. They can't get through the phone all day, and they can't get in touch with anyone."

Fu Jian's eyes met, he stood up and put on the coat on the wall, his eyes drooped, and he said with a bit of hostility, "Take a few people and come with me."

The little policeman hadn't reacted yet, "Did you find someone so quickly?"

Fu Jian said, "The general direction can be determined."

The little policeman said "I rely on" stuck in his throat, and his face turned red.

Although he had heard that the detachment leader's scouting ability was outstanding, he did not expect it to be so powerful.

Fu Jian said: "The surveillance outside the south gate of the community calls me. As long as there is a suspicious figure appearing between [-]:[-] am and [-]:[-] am last night, report it to me immediately."

The little policeman responded, "Yes!"

Putting on that police uniform, Fu Jian had a handsome and cold face with sharp edges and corners, like a rock standing tall on a cliff after wind and rain, firm and handsome.

"Call two of you who are more agile to come with me."

There was a sneer on his thin lips.

"With a gun."

*

Rose House a few miles away.

The room was not big, and the lighting in the room was dim, giving off a gloomy sense of decadence.

There are fresh-picked roses everywhere, and the crimson color stirs up some uncontrollable emotion.

The man clasped Jiang Zijin with one hand, and pressed her against the soft flower wall.

The thin and cool lips slid from her eyelashes to her white neck, leaving behind wet water marks.

Zhou Zeyu's voice was like cutting ice into pieces of jade, and the ending sound was a little ambiguous and sticky, which implied a strong meaning.

"I want you."

"My bride."

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Thank you babies for the gifts, love you guys!

Today is also the day when the card points are released. I am too tired. I am updating on both sides, and I am a bit too busy. qwq

Go to bed early, babies.