Hunt down

"Boss, am I doing well?"

As soon as Song Nai returned to his room from downstairs, he received a call. He looked at the caller ID, connected the call, and turned on the speakerphone. He just dropped the phone on the bed and sat on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed. repose.

"Thank you, you have worked hard twice, the money has been remitted to your card, let's see." Song Nai said while unbuttoning a button on the collar of his shirt.

"I don't want your money," the person on the phone said awkwardly, his voice sounded very healthy, like a teenager, "I've said it all, it's my honor and luck that you need my help, what are you doing?" Why do you want to give me money?"

"There's no reason for people to work for nothing. You deserve it. Take it and don't make me feel bad."

The person on the other end of the phone didn't answer immediately, it was so quiet that Song Nai thought the phone could be hung up, but then he heard rustling over there, as if he was looking for something, "Wait a minute," the person over there comforted like.

That person should have also turned on the hands-free, Song Nai could hear his feet on the floor "dong dong" running around.

"Found it!"

The man happily yelled, "I found it," the voice came from far and near, and there was a sound of leather denting, followed by the sound of cloth rubbing against the leather a few times.

He twisted on the sofa, and after sitting upright, he began to speak.

"Boss, I made a new discovery with that person." He said, and started flipping through the notebook in his hand. The sound of papers slicing through the air came from the phone, and Song Nai listened attentively.

The paper was turned over one by one in the man's hand. It was a notebook where he usually recorded some of his small ideas and ideas. Shooting videos requires constant thinking and pondering some new content, and inspiration can easily slip away. So keep a notebook handy for jotting down anytime.Most of the front are his notes, after flipping through for a while he finally stopped, "Yes! Here it is!"

Song Nai didn't know what he saw, so he could only ask patiently, "What new discovery?"

"Would you like me to talk next to each other?"

Song Nai exhaled a breath of hot air from his chest, "Yes."

"Then I'll send you the money back later, don't give me any more, I'm not short of money."

Song Nai: ...

"If you don't speak, it will be assumed that you agree."

"Yue Feng, you're like this—"

"No, I have to send you the money first, and then I will tell you about my discovery."

Five minutes later, Song Nai received a remittance text message. At Yue Feng's request, he took a screenshot and sent it to him.

Yue Feng corrected his sitting posture, "I'm going to start talking."

"Ah."

Yue Feng is worthy of being a young actor outside the 28th line. When he speaks, he speaks with a very low-quality drama tone, and deliberately lowers his voice to create a sense of mystery, "Do you know what will happen to that person to be beaten by Police Officer Zhou?"

"I don't know." Song Nai lowered his eyes, staring at the hands on his knees and whispered.

"That person didn't tell the truth at first, and he was willing to speak only after giving him more money. This person is useless!" Yue Feng said disgustedly, "He said..."

Yue Feng panted heavily and did not finish a sentence.

Song Nai listened with bated breath.

"He said he said two unclean words at that time."

"What?"

"Uh..." When it really got to the point, Yue Feng started to hesitate again, "Yes..."

"Does it have something to do with me?" Since Yue Feng is so hard to say, it probably has something to do with him. If it's someone else's business, he wouldn't have such a hard time opening his mouth.

"Yeah." Yue Feng didn't hesitate this time, "He said that you sold your ass to sell the hotel so well in a few years, and said that you look so fucking|fucking|sloppy on the bed must be even more sloppy!"

With his mouth trembling, Yue Feng finished speaking what seemed to be a hot mouth, and then spit out "Bah bah!" a few times, for fear that if these words stayed in his mouth for a while, hemorrhoids would grow in his mouth.

Song Nai's heart was beating "嗵嗵", and he could feel his own strong heartbeat. It's not like he hadn't heard such similar words before, and he could bear even the worse ones. Compared to living, those words were more important to him. It may not even be comparable to a blood-sucking mosquito, so it is absolutely impossible to make him feel any displeasure.

His heart is no longer so noble and untainted, and his reputation is not worth mentioning, he doesn't care at all.

It is said that people are lonely. When you come, you are yourself, and when you leave, you are also yourself. From the beginning to the end, no one will really blend into your life blood.

Life is just a coming and going, no big deal.

Song Nai always thought so before.

At least, before meeting Zhou Jiming...

Song Nai didn't speak for a long time. When he was called back by Yue Feng, he realized that the fingertips of his clenched fingers had already turned white.

"Boss, don't... take it too seriously, he's just a filthy bitch! He can't really do anything, so he can only talk about it, eh, I don't mean to think that he What should I really do, I don't mean that!"

Yue Feng explained in confusion.

Song Nai relaxed a little, and he said calmly, "As you said, it's just talking, how can I take it to heart."

"Oh, it's fine if you don't take it to heart," Yue Feng lowered his voice, "I'm afraid you'll be angry, or sad."

Song Nai smiled bitterly, and teased, "Just this one discovery, you still write it down in a small notebook, because you are afraid that if you miss a sentence, you won't be able to tell me, and you won't be able to convey the complete dirty words?"

"I swear! I swear by the number of clicks and plays of all my videos in the next few decades, I never have this idea!" Although Song Nai couldn't see it, it was on the other end of the phone, Yue Feng was holding up three fingers, straightening his body Zi, swearing to the sky seriously.

"Then what else do you say you found?"

"The next step is a major discovery, major!"

"Go ahead."

"To be honest, you also said before that the person who took the video is very suspicious. His location, and after the shooting, he will think of sending it to the media, and he can quickly go to the hot search, and all the comments are followed by the police. This series is too standardized, too purposeful."

"Ah."

"The man told me that on the day he saw the news, someone knocked on the door and put a bag of money outside his door, a total of [-]."

Song Nai had a bad feeling.

Yue Feng went on to say, "That man is also a vigilant person. He hurried to the window to look out to see if he could see any suspicious persons. As soon as he poked his head out, he saw a black Mercedes-Benz S600L turning around the entrance of the alley. out."

"I only left money, but no words?"

"Yes! There's a note telling him to shut up, and he'll be paid another sum when things get over it."

"Was it given by the person in that car?"

"Absolutely! The place where that person lives is mixed in a large courtyard. There are all kinds of people, but there are no rich people, let alone people who can afford [-] yuan and can afford a Mercedes-Benz. He didn't run away!"

"Does he know that person?"

"I don't know, but!" Yue Feng paused, "It just so happens that he saw that car in 1936, the day he was beaten up by Police Officer Zhou!"

Song Nai raised his eyelids slightly, "Are you sure it's the same car?"

"100% sure, the same black Mercedes-Benz S600L, the same only the rear windows have dark gray curtains, where in the world is there such a coincidence?"

"He wrote down the license plate number?"

"Yes!" Yue Feng responded quickly and paused for a second, "How do you know?"

"Isn't that what you keep in your little notebook?"

"Oh, you're so smart, well, I'll send you the license plate number." The tone sounded a little disappointed.

Song Nai picked up the phone, smiled and said, "Thank you, thanks to your help."

The license plate number was sent, and Song Nai just wanted to copy it when he saw Yue Feng sending over another document named "Information".

Yue Feng responded, "You don't need to thank me, you are the one who saved my life, just like my reborn parents, my gratitude to you is like a torrent of water—"

"Stop." Song Nai stopped in time, "Is this the owner's information?"

"Yes! I asked someone I know to look it up," Yue Feng said, his voice became serious, "However, this is not a small person."

"If you are a small person, why would you give someone [-] yuan..."

"The person who took the video was probably the person sitting in the car at the time. I heard from that person that the car was parked at the gate of 1936 that day. If there is no accident, the owner of the car must have done it, but... "Yue Feng wondered, "Why is he..."

"Do you want to target Police Officer Zhou?" Song Nai took Yue Feng's words.

"Ah."

Song Nai stood up and walked to the desk, turned on the computer, and transferred the documents on the phone to the computer.

"Don't mention this matter to others. Burn the piece of paper on which you recorded the license plate number, delete the file, and clear our chat history. It's best for you to go abroad for a few days during this time."

Yue Feng had a bad intuition, and said cautiously, "Do you think he will find me?"

Song Nai's tone was softer, "No, you're just a video blogger, he probably didn't expect to investigate on purpose. I'm just worried that other people will attack you, after all, this time you are still fighting with all the media isn't it?"

"Okay, I understand what you mean, I just post some content about eating, drinking and having fun during this time, and be a fool for a while."

Song Nai smiled slightly, "Well, it's fun."

After the phone was hung up, Song Nai clicked on the document, moved the mouse, and saw the name of the owner of the license plate——Xue Cai.

----

After Zhou Jiming got home, he asked Li Huiyao to pass on Tan Dai's information to him, and asked him to investigate some information that the Xue Group could not see on the surface.

Tan Dai is a preschool teacher by profession. She is 25 years old this year. Her parents both came from ordinary farming backgrounds. Her father died young and she lives with her mother now.

Kindergarten teacher... An ordinary kindergarten teacher can live in a luxury villa in a wealthy area, and it is indeed a person who has to be doubted.

Zhou Jiming asked Li Huiyao to send him a copy of Tan Dai's bank card transaction records, and asked by the way if the identity of the unnamed corpse inspected by Director Zhao half a month ago had been identified.

Li Huiyao's work efficiency is still very high, and he answered both questions in about 10 minutes.

A record form and the identity of the unnamed body were not recovered.

Since there was no new progress on the corpse, Zhou Jiming began to concentrate on the transaction records.

Tan Dai's bank card transaction records are clean. On the 7th of each month, 8000 yuan is transferred in, which should be salary, and after that, some expenses are deducted, but this is very strange, and it is very strange.

There are management personnel in the villas in the rich area, and the general management fee is not low, at least [-] to [-] a month.Even without these fees, wouldn't she pay the water and electricity bills for such a large villa?

But there is only this bank card in her name...

Then there is only one possibility...

"Buzz, buzz..." Zhou Jiming's cell phone rang suddenly, it was Fu Li.

"Hello? Fu Li"

"Deputy team! Just received a report." Fu Li's voice was a little excited.

"What case?"

"It's Feng Zhe, Feng Zhe's father, who said he has been missing for more than a month."

"Feng Zhe?" Zhou Jiming quickly searched for this extremely familiar yet unfamiliar name in his mind.

"Yes! It's Fan Xiaofang's boyfriend who died not long ago, and...according to his father's description of Feng Zhe's height and body shape, it roughly matches...the nameless corpse. …”

The second hand of the wall clock at home was beeping. In a daze, Zhou Jiming felt that someone was walking towards him with bare feet stepping on the cold floor, and a thin sweat broke out behind his back.

"Call the family members to extract the DNA. We'll know after the test."

"Yes, I have informed his father to come."

"Okay, let me know if you have any news."

"Good deputy."

Just when all the threads were entangled, going round and round, and connected inextricably, Zhou Jiming closed his eyes and put all the people from Fan Xiaofang on a net in his mind. The silky web holds countless shimmering threads.

But too messy.

Zhou Jiming tried to find the most critical point, and his intuition told him that as long as he found that key point, then some things could be solved quickly.

Fan Xiaofang, Wang Heng, Feng Zhe...

Xue's...

Xue's...

As if thinking of something, Zhou Jiming turned on his mobile phone and frantically flipped through the photos in the album. He was like a brave man trying his best to find his way in the thorns, just for the glimmer of hope.

His hands were fast, and slowed down as he flipped through July's photo album.

found it!

That was when he was investigating Fan Xiaofang's case, for convenience, he took a picture of Fan Xiaofang and Feng Zhe's personal information on his phone.

The former work units of the two materials are impressively written with four characters - Xue's Group.

The author has something to say: Thank you for reading.

Xue's family:

Father: Xue Qingming

Boss: Xue Cai

Second child: Xue Zheng

The blocked word is diao (three tones), the word is not allowed to be typed, convinced