Abstinence Pei, don't be too sweet when chasing your wife

Lu Chenzhou sat at his desk, repeatedly watching the fleeting scene in the surveillance video near the nail salon - the tattoo of half a nightingale with spread wings revealed when the mysterious man's sleeve slipped down, and the patterns on the tail feathers were exactly the same as the graffiti on the container at the west city freight terminal.

Lu Chenzhou immediately drove to the police station and retrieved the relevant files with the help of the connections he had accumulated over the years.

Files show that this man, nicknamed "Old Crow," was a fringe figure in the underground forces in the west of the city. He had been arrested many times for fighting and theft, but was released each time due to insufficient evidence.

After leaving the police station, Lu Chenzhou rushed to the west city freight terminal without stopping.

A silver-gray curtain covered the freight terminal in the west of the city. Lu Chenzhou's off-road vehicle was bumping in the mud. The dim blue light of the dashboard reflected his tense jaw, and his knuckles left deep marks on the steering wheel due to excessive force.

The half pearly white nail plate found in Zhang Ting's nail salon was now lying in the evidence bag on the passenger seat. The diamond-shaped cut pattern flickered in the lightning, just like the cold light in the eyes of a mysterious person.

He reached into his pocket and rubbed the pepper spray, which slightly eased his inner anxiety.

"It must be here." He muttered to himself, his voice swallowed by the sound of rain.

When I pushed open the rusty iron door, the sea breeze, wrapped in the salty smell of rust, hit me in the face.

The beam of a strong flashlight split the rain curtain, sweeping across rows of rusty containers. The flickering street lights above his head stretched his shadow into a distorted outline.

When the beam of light passed over the abandoned container in the corner for the third time, his breathing suddenly stopped - under the peeling paint, the pattern of half a nightingale with its wings spread was faintly visible, and the pattern on the tail feathers was exactly the same as the tattoo on the mysterious man's arm in the surveillance video.

Lu Chenzhou knelt on one knee in the water, and the mud and water instantly soaked his trouser legs.

He took out the yellowed notebook, but his hands were shaking - not because of the cold, but because of the excitement that he could not suppress.

Chalk dust mixed with mud and water spread on the surface of the container, and he carefully outlined the incomplete pattern.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if someone was staring at his back through the rain.

Lu Chenzhou turned around suddenly and swept the strong flashlight across the stacked containers. Wherever the beam reached, there was only an empty alley and rags fluttering in the wind.

On the damp ground, fresh shoe prints meandered into the darkness, with tiny pearl fragments embedded in the heels - exactly the same as the nail art decorations scattered at the scene where Zhang Ting was attacked.

He gripped the pepper spray at his waist, stroking the switch with his thumb, and approached step by step along the shoe prints, his heartbeat roaring in his ears.

At the corner, a burning envelope flickered in the rain.

As Lu Chenzhou rushed over, flames greedily licked the letter paper. The words "Lu Chenzhou" could be vaguely seen curling into ash in the flames. Suddenly, a sound of metal clashing emanated from the lane to his left. He spun quickly, his flashlight beam piercing the darkness, catching only a fleeting shadow. Five scratches were left on the surface of the container, like the marks of a demon's claws.

He squatted down and touched the scratches with his fingertips. The nail polish had not yet completely dried, and the sticky touch reminded him of the purple pinch marks on Zhang Ting's body.

When the black shadow disappeared, Lu Chenzhou had no choice but to give up chasing it.

When I returned to the office, I suddenly heard a sharp scratching sound on the glass window.

Lu Chenzhou turned around suddenly and saw a black shadow flash by in the rain.

His heart was pounding, and when he rushed over to check, his fingertips touched the undried nail polish, which was cold and sticky.

The surveillance footage showed that three minutes ago, a black car stopped downstairs. The passenger seat stretched out a hand with pearly white manicure and wrote a bloody plum blossom symbol on the glass, and each stroke was threatening.

He stared at the screen, his throat tightening, realizing that he had long been the prey of the other party's surveillance.

On the third night of squatting at the Black Panther Bar, Lu Chenzhou's nerves were stretched to the limit.

The whiskey swayed gently in the glass, reflecting his bloodshot eyes.

When the blond-haired kid staggered out of the back door of the bar, he flashed out from the shadows, moving as fast as a cheetah.

When the other party saw the ID folder on his waist, he instantly sobered up, his face lost all color, and his body unconsciously shrank back, as if he wanted to hide himself in the wall.

"Brother, I really only know his name is Lao Ya, and I don't know anything else."

The yellow-haired boy's voice trembled, and his eyes glanced toward the alley entrance in panic, as if something might pounce at any moment. His fingers twirled the corner of his clothes nervously, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, clearly trying hard to suppress his inner fear.

Before he could finish his words, glaring car lights suddenly lit up at the entrance of the alley.

Two burly men wearing sunglasses filed out of a black SUV. The scarred man in the lead twirled a butterfly knife, the cold light reflected from the blade illuminating the snake tattoo on his neck. "Old Crow's affairs aren't your business," the scarred man sneered. The blade flashed a cold light before Lu Chenzhou's eyes, the tip of the knife nearly touching his nose.

Lu Chenzhou smelled the pungent smell of smoke and blood on the other person, and his stomach twitched.

Lu Chenzhou leaned against the brick wall and caught a glimpse of half a steel pipe hidden behind the trash can on the right.

When the scarred man's fist struck, he dodged sideways, his muscles tensing instantly, and swept across with the steel pipe. The sound of metal clashing was particularly harsh in the silent alley, and sparks flew everywhere.

In the melee, Lu Chenzhou's temple hit the fire hydrant hard, and a golden star exploded in front of his eyes.

With his vision blurred, he instinctively lowered his head. The sharp blade scraped across his scalp, cutting off a few strands of hair. A burning pain spread from his scalp, and warm blood flowed down his forehead into his eyes.

At the critical moment, the sound of sirens in the distance scared everyone away.

Lu Chenzhou slumped on the ground, gasping for breath. Rain mixed with blood dripped down his neck, leaving dark red marks on the ground.

Three days later, the abandoned textile factory late at night was like a dormant beast, and the rusty iron gate whimpered in the wind.

The moment he pushed open the door, a foul smell hit him in the face, almost making him vomit.

An eerie blue light seeped through the crack in the door of the second-floor office. He crouched on the floor, peering through the crack to see a chilling scene: the walls were covered with photos of him and Gu Fanxing, each one marked with a large cross in red paint. Between the pictures, a countdown was written in pearly white nail polish—72:00:00, constantly beating. Every change in the countdown was like a hammer striking his heart.

The phone's screen suddenly lit up, playing a voice-changed video: Zhang Ting was strapped to a manicure chair, her face a picture of terror and despair, tears mixed with mascara creating distorted lines on her face. A mysterious figure with a nightingale tattoo slowly raised a knife, the camera zooming in on her terrified eyes.

Lu Chenzhou's stomach churned, and he was about to turn off the video. "Are you touched, private detective?" a cold female voice came from the phone, accompanied by a chilling smile. Then a syringe popped out, and the pale blue liquid swayed gently, reflecting an eerie light.

"If you don't want to be like Zhang Ting, don't meddle in other people's business." The voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, and every word was chilling. At the same time, the syringe was slowly turned, and the needle tip flashed coldly under the light.

Lu Chenzhou turned around suddenly and felt a chill on the back of his neck.

The heavy rain was still raging, and Lu Chenzhou rushed out of the textile factory holding his mobile phone tightly.

The rain hitting his face was not as cold as the chill he felt in his heart.

He knew that this battle with Nightingale had just entered the most dangerous stage.

In the dark, a pair of hands were wiping the camera lens. On the surveillance screen, Lu Chenzhou's running figure was magnified and locked onto the screen. Accompanied by the sound of fingernails tapping on the table, a cold voice rang out in the darkness: "Lu Chenzhou has obtained key evidence. I suggest launching the final plan. Game, it's time to move on to the next level."

At this moment, Lu Chenzhou wiped the rain off his face, his eyes became more determined. He swore in his heart that no matter how many dangers lay ahead, he must uncover the truth and find out the mastermind behind the scenes.