Hunt down

Two days later, Zhou Jiming called Song Nai and told him to take a last look at Zhu Bing, as she was about to be cremated.

Zhou Jiming greeted him as usual, without any abnormality, it seemed that he didn't notice the pajamas, Song Nai felt much more at ease.

"Later, you can send Zhu Bing to be cremated. I think you might want to handle these things yourself for the follow-up burial." Zhou Jiming took Song Nai to Zhao Munian's place.

"Yeah." Song Nai followed Zhou Jiming's pace, his heart became timid because he was about to see Zhu Bing's bones, he didn't know how he should face such a cold Zhu Bing.

In the past two days, Song Nai took a short break to look through Zhu Bing's diary, and he remembered many things that he was about to forget, good and bad, once happy or dirty, he I remembered it all.

Song Nai's memory is like that diary, buried in the dark with Zhu Bing for a long time, without seeing the light of the sky.But Zhu Bing came back with them, clearly reminding himself once again that Zhu Bing failed to escape because he wanted to lure those people away.And it was precisely because Song Nai caught Zhu Bing when he found out that someone was about to escape, those people no longer suspected that there was a second person escaping, so Song Nai was able to buy enough time to run out of the forest that night and gain a moment. free.

She died because of herself.

Song Nai had already told herself this countless times in her heart.

"It's here." Zhou Jiming's voice temporarily pulled Song Nai out of his infinite self-blame.

"Where's Director Zhao?" Zhou Jiming greeted the little girl on duty.

The little girl nodded shyly, "I'm...accepting a new case..."

"New case?" Zhou Jiming stopped walking when he heard it, "What new case?"

The little girl shook her head, her ears turned red, and she whispered, "It was just shipped here, I don't know yet."

"Hmm..." Zhou Jiming stared down at the little girl's nervously intertwined fingers, "I'll ask him later, thank you."

"Hmm...um... well, you're welcome..." The little girl's neck also turned red.

When Zhou Jiming turned around and asked Song Nai to leave, he carefully observed his expression. Song Nai frowned, his eyes were full of depression and sadness.

As soon as Song Nai mechanically followed Zhou Jiming away, he immediately followed, there seemed to be no space in his mind to think about other things, and he could only subconsciously follow a person he trusted.

After entering through the main entrance, the two turned right and took the stairs to the third floor. Zhu Bing's skeleton was in the second room around the corner. with.

Zhou Jiming knocked on the door, but no one answered, then he turned the doorknob lightly and pushed the door open.

The air conditioner in the room was turned on a little bit, and there was a blue cloth covering the iron bed in the middle, and there was a protrusion on the left side. Song Nai opened it and figured out where the bones were placed.

Zhou Jiming walked to the iron bed, picked up a record sheet next to it, with the name of the deceased written on it.

"That's right." Zhou Jiming put down the list, he stood back, leaving a lot of space for Song Nai, "Do you need me to go out?"

"Thank you." Song Nai nodded, "I'm sorry."

Zhou Jiming glanced at Song Nai for a moment, he seemed to be angry, his voice was still very soft, "I'm right outside, call me if you need something."

"it is good."

Zhou Jiming stood outside with his back against the wall, crossed his legs, and folded his hands in front of his chest. He seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, but his ears kept trying to hear what the people inside the wall were doing. Saying something, although I didn't hear anything.

In other words, Song Nai didn't do anything or say anything.

It was already half an hour later when Song Nai came out, his eyes were a little red, he spoke with a strong nasal voice, and the sleeves of his light blue denim jacket were also stained with water, even though he rolled up the sleeves A little, I want to cover it up.

"You have to wait here, the person who transported her to the cremation is still on the way." Zhou Jiming didn't ask unnecessary questions, but calmly explained to him what happened next.

I don't know if Song Nai was afraid that his voice would reveal his crying, or he was too tired to talk, but he just nodded in response to Zhou Jiming, and he didn't say a word to Zhou Jiming until Zhou Jiming had something to leave.

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A week later.

The children in "1936" were picked up by various welfare institutions in the city one after another, and now there are about 300 children left.

After Song Nai explained everything early one morning, she set off with simple luggage and a well-wrapped jar in her arms.

Not long after Song Nai left, Zhou Jiming came, but was told that Boss Song was away from home and he didn't know when he would be back.

Zhou Jiming didn't know where an inexplicable evil fire came out of his heart, he snorted and dialed Song Nai's phone.

No one answered the phone for the first time, and it took a long time for someone to answer the phone the second time. The other end of the phone was very noisy and noisy.

"What's the matter?" Song Nai's tone was as calm as a lake.

"Have you traveled far?" Zhou Jiming controlled his tone.

"Ah."

"Where have you been?"

There was no answer from Song Nai for a long time, but the call was not hung up.

"Song Nai?" Zhou Jiming called out.

"It's too noisy, I can't hear what you said, hang up first, you can send me a text message."

Song Nai hung up the phone while talking, and Zhou Jiming was stunned listening to the "beep" sound coming from the receiver alone.

This stinky boy!

Zhou Jiming opened the text message interface almost instantly and began typing on the keyboard quickly.

"咻~" A text message was sent to Song Nai's phone, and Song Nai opened the text message with a swipe of his fingers.

"I asked where you went."

Song Nai stared at these words for a long time. He didn't know whether he should reply or not. Before he could figure it out, another text message came.

"Staring at the screen, wondering how to reply to me?"

Song Nai's heart tightened. He had just typed "I" when another text message came.

"I'm going to call."

Before Song Nai could finish typing, she immediately pressed "Send" and sent the only word "I".

"You?" Zhou Jiming replied quickly.

"Go to Baltu."

"How long?"

"do not know."

"Let me know when you come back."

"Is there a problem?"

"Well, I have something to talk to you about."

"You can talk to me now."

"I can't tell through the phone."

"Is... about what?"

After Song Nai sent this text message, it was his turn to be anxious. Zhou Jiming suddenly didn't reply in seconds, and the people on the phone started to guess wildly. He guessed everything was good and bad, did something happen?Hit by a car?Another case?good or bad?Is it about yourself, about Zhu Bing, or about the orphanage?

"Hoo~" Zhou Jiming replied.

But there are only two words - "Secret."

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Baltu is the name of the grassland, and it takes a day and a night to take a train from Li City.

When Zhou Jiming called Song Nai, the train had just left, and there was the sound of luggage being tossed in the car, so it was extremely noisy.

Song Nai went with Zhu Bing's ashes, and he fulfilled Zhu Bing's wish during his lifetime and returned her freedom.

After arriving at Baltu Station, it took four hours to get to the grassland by bus. When Song Nai arrived at the grassland, it was already nine o'clock at night, and he found a hotel to stay.

Just after taking a shower and lying on the bed, the phone rang.

Song Nai picked up the phone and looked, it was Zhou Jiming again, why did he contact the hotel staff more often than him, and he made almost ten calls along the way, but he couldn't hear the voice clearly every time, why did he keep calling!

Song Nai originally wanted to simply turn off the phone instead of answering the call, but she felt a little bit reluctant.

Neuropathy!

Song Nai scolded herself.

"Officer Zhou, don't you take a break?" Song Nai answered the phone.

"Reached?"

Now everything was quiet, Song Nai could finally hear Zhou Jiming's voice clearly, he could feel his exhaustion through the earpiece, Song Nai swallowed the words that were running on his lips.

He responded obediently, "Well, here we are."

"It's here—ah—heh—that's good—" Zhou Jiming yawned while speaking.

The contagion was too strong, and Song Nai also yawned quietly.

"Take a rest when you're sleepy," Song Nai said.

"Fortunately, the body is sleepy but the mind is still excited."

"Is there a new case?"

No matter how sleepy Zhou Jiming is usually, his voice will not feel too tired, but now his voice is hoarse, as if he has talked for a long time, as if he has not drank water for a long time, as if he has not eaten for a long time Serve dinner.

Usually, this would only happen when Zhou Jiming was working hard during the investigation.

"Yeah." Zhou Jiming replied naturally, "It's the last time I came to you to Director Zhao. He was doing an autopsy at that time, and that was the case."

"En." Song Nai responded lightly without asking further questions.

"Why don't you ask for the details?" Zhou Jiming asked.

"I'm not curious."

Song Nai was duplicity again, he couldn't tell Zhou Jiming that he didn't want him to spend any more time explaining the case to him, he didn't want him to call him to see if he was safe, and he didn't want him to cover up for himself For the sake of.

Zhou Jiming didn't even breathe, he might be a little angry at his indifference.

"Song Nai." Zhou Jiming called his name seriously and solemnly.

Sure enough, angry.

"Sooner or later, I will correct your inconsistency!"

It was a little cold in the room, and the temperature in Baltu was extremely low even in summer nights. Song Nai had goose bumps all over his body, and he actually felt a little joy from Zhou Jiming's half-violent words.

So weird... so weird!

"You may not know it yourself, but your stinky problem has been with you for a long time," Zhou Jiming continued, "Whether you like it or hate it, you will always show a look of disgust."

Zhou Jiming is trying to break Song Nai's heart.

"It's better not to be like this," Zhou Jiming suddenly changed his joking tone.

"Being a human being is better to be more comfortable, just say what you want, this is a worthwhile visit to the world, Song Nai."

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