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The window of the driver's seat lowered slowly, Duan Yang stretched his shoulders back, and saluted neatly with his right hand: "Hi sir, please show your driver's ID card."

His eyes cut into the car along the window and fell on the man. Duan Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at the man's appearance. He had half-length hair, deep double eyelids, a pair of elegant silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a stern jawline. sharp.

"The reason." With a hoarse and indifferent voice, the well-dressed man's eyes slanted with contempt.

Duan Yang didn't hesitate at all, and responded forcefully by using the authority of the traffic police: "Please cooperate."

The man glanced at the rearview mirror calmly. If he noticed correctly, the traffic policeman came straight towards him, obviously with a clear purpose. He handed the driver's license in the storage compartment out of the window, and Duan Yang pulled it out. The ballpoint pen and notebook in the front pocket of the shirt. After a while, he saluted again and returned his hands: "Thank you for your understanding."

While looking at the certificate, Duan Yang mobilized his memory, matched it with the owner's information in the online vehicle management office, and confirmed that it was correct.

Walking back to Lin Ye, Duan Yang put away his notebook, looked up and found that this person had covered his hat and mask tightly again at some point, his naked/exposed eyes were obviously different from the color of his eyes just now, they were cold and fierce.

Looking at each other suddenly, Duan Yang was startled: "What's wrong with you?"

The white Cayenne in the field of vision gradually drifted away, Lin Ye looked ahead with a complicated expression, and asked, "Why did you check that car?"

Duan Yang didn't think much, but replied with some reservations: "There have been suspicious acts."

Lin Ye continued to ask: "Have you found out what that person's name is?"

Duan Yang paused for a second: "The owner's surname is Xu."

Lin Ye lowered his eyelashes, his face was full of unresolved anger, he raised his hand to take off the mask, his fists were tightened and then loosened, and he said to Duan Yang for a long while: "His surname is not Xu, his surname is Pei."

In the end, Lin Ye gritted his teeth and said, "Even if he is burned to ashes, I will still recognize him."

At nine o'clock in the evening, Wen Ke received a call from Duan Yang. Jiang Yi'an was busy in the living room to avoid disturbance. He transferred to the kitchen to answer: "Yeah."

Duan Yang spoke quickly, and said clearly: "Boss, at 20:13, near Exit C of Jimen Bridge North Subway, model Cayenne Turbo Coupe, white, license plate N85D10, confirmed to be a suspected vehicle that appeared near Hongyi Hotel , the owner Xu Yaren, the driver's name—"

Wen Ke looked out the window, the swaying tree shadows were like a surging undercurrent, something seemed to be dormant in the darkness, and the metal lighter made a sharp sound on the window sill: "Are there any other suspicious points?"

"Yes." Duan Yang said in a deep voice, "When I checked the documents, the other party gave me the driver's book of the car owner. If my friend hadn't recognized him, I would not have known his name. It is very important to deliberately hide the real identity. Doubtful."

Wen Ke looked away: "Friend?"

The two-character question pulled Duan Yang away from his work status in an instant. He clenched his phone tightly and stuttered to answer, "It's just...a friend I've known for a long time."

The known information Wen Ke needs to be carefully consolidated and sorted out. He has no desire to explore Duan Yang's social circle, and only said: "If there is a need in the future, I have to ask your friend to come to the police force."

Duan Yang knew that this was a necessary process, so he responded, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Ke rested his right hand under his left elbow, biting a cigarette between his teeth, his dim eyes hidden behind the floating blue strands.White Cayenne, landscape sign, he swiped the screen again and dialed the number of the duty room of the traffic police brigade, and someone picked it up soon: "Squad Wen."

It was silence, Wen Ke said: "Go to the internal system of the online vehicle management office to check how many white Cayenne Turbo Coupes there are in Jingnan City."

While waiting for the reply, Wen Ke roughly estimated that the number would not be many, and there was a vague memory in his mind that was difficult to capture accurately. He seemed to have seen this type of car somewhere recently.Ten minutes later, there was a silent call: "There are 10 Cayenne Turbo Coupes in this city, and 17 of them are white."

The number is very small, and the possibility of seeing it is very slim. Wen Ke tried hard to think about when and where he had seen this type of car, and there was a very vague fragment in his memory—the next second, he suddenly raised his eyes, and immediately clicked on it. Wechat found the chat box with Han Xiaojun. In the surveillance video on Jiang Yian's birthday, a man and a woman who had a dispute were driving a white Cayenne.

Reminiscent of Jiang Yian's overreaction at that time, if it was caused by similar scenes and the same car model, Wen Ke took off the cigarette, stared at the direction of the living room for a long time, thought for a long time, took a deep breath, and walked heavily.

The red guitar was placed on the crossed legs, and the long fingers lightly touched the strings. Jiang Yi'an faced the window, with a plain side face, narrow shoulders, the light fell on the forehead, and the eyes were slightly curved.Wen Ke approached quietly, and the people in sight turned their heads when they heard the movement, smiled and moved towards the place where he was sitting.

Jiang Yian asked: "Who has been calling for so long?"

Wen Ke made up his mind and answered irrelevant questions: "Yi'an, I have something to ask you."

Jiang Yi'an leaned over and said, "Why is the expression so serious? You ask."

Wen Ke looked at him with scrutiny. Jiang Yian's current state is very optimistic, but he still weighed it for a while, and said cautiously: "Did you see something on your birthday?"

Jiang Yi'an slowly restrained his emotions, his complexion became dull, his downcast eyes were indifferent, Wen Ke held his hand, and asked, "It's a white Cayenne, right?"

The sound of the clock ticking created a gap between the two of them. Jiang Yi'an frowned and tapped his forehead, then nodded silently.

Wen Ke selectively probed: "85D10."

"You..." Jiang Yi'an raised his face in astonishment, and the strength of his grip on Wen Ke suddenly increased, "How do you know?"

"Yi'an." Wen Ke moved away from his seat, sat down on the coffee table, looked at Jiang Yi'an at close range, rubbed the corners of his reddened eyes with his thumb, and said softly, "Look at me, be brave, take what you want Tell me, tell me, will you?"

Wen Ke couldn't bear the almost harsh request and the need to recall the unbearable past again, but he believed that Jiang Yi'an could accept and face it calmly now, and Jiang Yi'an also did not disappoint him: "...OK."

He grabbed Wen Ke's hand, swallowed repeatedly, took a deep breath, and used the air that swept into his body to relieve the pressure in his chest, and opened his lips and said, "This person is the executive vice president of Huafeng Entertainment. When the band was founded, The company is also on the rise, and he has given the five of us a lot of rights, so I have a lot of trust in him and I am very grateful."

"Shortly after, Mage became more and more popular, driving the market value of 'Huafeng' into the top ten in China. Slowly, he began to participate in decision-making for all the band's itinerary affairs, monopolizing our due rights and interests. I don't even know every The profit of a performance, the cost of each participation in the program, the amount of money for each endorsement, and even my bank account must be handled by the company.”

Jiang Yi'an took the guitar into his arms: "Mage brought huge profits to Huafeng, but we actually got very little. This situation continued until two years ago, when the band's contract was about to expire, the five of us agreed Decided to transfer to another entertainment company..."

"After he found out about this matter, he was strangely angry." Jiang Yi'an paused for a moment, frowned and said, "He locked me in the conference room, forced me to renew the 'sell contract', and warned me that if I didn't follow his Asked to do so, he will terminate all activities of the band."

"He asked me to accompany him to a private party once a month. At first, it was just eating and drinking. Later, he always made some unreasonable demands on me." Jiang Yi'an breathed slightly and held Wen Ke's fingertips Fasten it firmly, "The last time was at the annual meeting of 'Huafeng', there were no other celebrities in the banquet hall except me, he held me in his arms to toast, and when I realized that the cup was drugged..."

Jiang Yi'an closed his eyes: "After waking up, there was a camera facing me, and my body was very cold. I smashed the wine glass in my hand frantically, and hurt his ear with the glass."

"He wants to threaten me with video, force me, force me to submit, and stay by his side." Jiang Yi'an looked at Wen Ke through shallow tears, his eyes were a little empty, and his voice choked hoarsely from the depths of his throat, "But I Run away, and he... really did what he said, ruined me, and ruined the band."

The consequence of the resistance is to be framed, smeared, and framed by the most extreme and evil means. Public opinion spreads too fast, and the story fabricated by the public relations is decent. How terrible are the rumors?It can make the dirt on the body never completely washed, and it can easily lead to death.

Criticism is like a huge net, leaving Jiang Yi'an nowhere to escape two years ago. After debuting for 12 years, there are as many slanders as there are honors.

Jiang Yi'an desperately hugged Wen Ke's neck, feeling the hot heart of the other party seriously. This scorching temperature is like driftwood in the deep sea, straw by the muddy pond, and the only beam of sunshine that can dispel the haze above his head.

Jiang Yi'an said: "For so many years, I don't know him at all, I only know his name, Pei Yucheng."

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