Protocol Refinement [Wearing the Book]

Wenzhou Road is not very far from Shen Cizhou's residence, Shen Cizhou and Ji Linge decided to turn a corner to see what's going on.

"It's quite strange." Ji Linge said: "If I want to hide a secret, I should choose a hidden place. It's best to put Shen Luying somewhere deep in the mountains and old forests. Qiao Huanyan put him under his nose, yes What do you think?"

Shen Cizhou folded the handkerchief again, and looked sideways out of the car window.

The light of the street lamp danced in his eyes, like the scorching fire dancing on the lake in the night.

"You are you, Brother Ji, you are a normal person." Shen Cizhou propped his chin thoughtfully, "But Qiao Huanyan is obviously not so normal... Maybe she put her in N City for the convenience of her control and Surveillance, she likes the feeling of being in control... Speaking of which, and the evidence that Shen Yingzhi handed over to us..."

Shen Cizhou paused, "After sorting it out, I found that most of them were old things from four years ago. At that time, Shen Yingzhi was just recognized, and that time was also the most beautiful time for Qiao Huanyan. She finally stood in the position she longed for. On the surface, she urgently needs to show her achievements to others. She has heard a lot of compliments on the surface, but she can't let others know about her secret methods. So she shows off to her son who is related to her blood, both to satisfy her own vanity. , also to quickly get Shen Yingzhi close to her."

The best way to get closer to someone is to share secrets.

After that, Qiao Huanyan may have calmed down from her hot head, or she may have discovered that her son is actually an idiot. In short, she did not tell Shen Yingzhi any other secrets.

Qiao Huanyan probably didn't expect that Shen Yingzhi would be so stupid as to stab his mother in the back.

Wenzhou Road is in the old city, and Shen Cizhou went there once to pick up his part-time classmate Xiaoyu.

It's relatively quiet here at night. Even so, half the street is pitch-black. Ji Lingo has done many assassination missions before, and the experienced man stopped his car far away. , dragged Shen Cizhou into the canteen on the street.

It's really "drilling", the door of the slightly sunken room is very low, and Ji Linge has long hands and feet, and almost knocked down the plastic bucket full of lollipops on the counter when he entered.

The aunt sitting behind the counter looked at these two exquisite and handsome men, and felt that they seemed to have come out of TV, so she smiled enthusiastically, "Boss? Do you want to buy cigarettes?"

Ji Lingo used to smoke a little synthetic tobacco when he was on the starship, but he didn't let himself become dependent on anything, so he didn't have any "cravings". Now because Shen Cizhou doesn't like it, he won't Go touch it.

"Don't buy cigarettes, let's have a lollipop..." He took a watermelon-flavored one casually, fiddled with it between his slender fingers, and asked the aunt seemingly unintentionally, "Do you know how to get to No. 412, Wenzhou Road?" ?"

"412..." The aunt thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Boss, this is Wenzhou Road. My place is No. 345. 412 will continue to go west, cross the road from No. 390 to No. 450, this section The shops in the store have been contracted out, and they said they are going to do a food street project, they are going to be demolished, everyone has moved out, you go to 412..."

The aunt looked strange, "Is there no one? It seems that there are a few homeless people who always go there. Are you looking for someone?"

Ji Linge answered naturally, "That's right, I'll find the group of jobless vagrants, including my rebellious younger brother, and drag them back."

The aunt's expression became even weirder.

When Shen Cizhou and Ji Linge really saw the group of vagrants, they realized why Da Ma hesitated to speak.

"Brother?" Shen Cizhou couldn't help laughing, "Mr. Ji's younger brother looks a little anxious..."

He leaned on the wall in the backyard of No. 412, only half of his head was exposed, and looked inside carefully.

Ji Linge stood under the wall, holding Shen Cizhou in one hand, and asked someone to sit on his shoulder. After asking, he patted Shen Cizhou's calf, "What did you see?"

"Hush..." Shen Cizhou rubbed his head and whispered, "Put me down, move slowly..."

Ji Linge put the person on the ground firmly, Shen Cizhou pulled Ji Linge further away, and he could vaguely hear the voices of people and dogs barking in the yard.

"Maybe I went to the front yard to feed the dog just now, so I didn't see the dog when I climbed up." Shen Cizhou carefully patted the ashes on his chest, "Those people...are between 45 and [-] years old, look He doesn't look like a punk, but more like a personal bodyguard."

It is basically certain that Shen Luying received "convalescence" here.

"You said, if I hadn't beaten Qiao Huanyan, would she have sent me here too?" Shen Cizhou asked with a smile.

"How bad is it to say that?" Ji Linge took a lollipop and stuffed it into Shen Cizhou's mouth, "I'm here, there's no if."

It's lemon flavor, too strong in essence, so sour that Shen Cizhou frowned.

He saw that Ji Lingo started to roll up his cuffs, his suit jacket was thrown in the car, and Ji Lingo was only wearing a black shirt.

The black cuffs were folded up, exposing his slender and strong forearms. Ji Linge tore off his tie lazily, stuffed it into the pocket of Shen Cizhou's coat, and undid two more buttons.

The pockets of the suit are used to put small items, where can the tie be put down, so a part of it slipped out and hung like this, shaking on Shen Cizhou's chest, Shen Cizhou caught it and pulled it out.

"What are you doing?" Shen Cizhou frowned, "You want to go in?"

"Otherwise, what should we do?" Ji Linge leaned over and kissed him, and chirped, "Didn't Qiao Huanyan send those people off? Are you sure you want to call the police?"

Shen Cizhou pursed his lips, and grabbed Ji Linge's arm worriedly, "I know, but Shen Qingfeng can send someone tomorrow..."

"The inside of the group may not be cleaned up either..." Ji Linge rubbed his soft hair amusedly, "Chuan'er, it's really not a dragon's pond or a tiger's lair, with such a reluctance expression, next time I stay on the bed, I want to quit How about time?"

Shen Cizhou: "...you can feed the dog!"

Ji Linge laughed, turned around and looked at the courtyard wall, "Walk around to the front door later, brother will open it for you."

Shen Cizhou still couldn't help it, and said in a low voice, "Be careful."

Ji Lingo waved his hand.

He bent down to pick up a handful of gravel on the ground, trotted a few steps, kicked off the wall, grabbed the top of the wall with one hand, and rolled over with a hook of his long legs, like an agile leopard.

At the same time, a ferocious dog barked, Ji Linge gestured to Shen Cizhou, turned around and jumped off.

Shen Cizhou ran over nervously, listening to the movement in the wall.

Although the dog's barking quickly stopped whimpering, the sound of footsteps and the man's hoarse shouting soon followed. Through the wall, Shen Cizhou heard Ji Linge sneer.

His voice was mellow and deep, with such a flirtatious and endless smile, those who didn't know thought he was flirting.

Shen Cizhou's worried mood settled down, and he also bent the corners of his lips.

About seven or eight minutes later, Ji Linge's voice sounded from the wall, "Chuan, go to the door, or are you planning to climb over the wall?"

Shen Cizhou glanced at the high wall, and walked decisively to the front door.

The electronically controlled gate slowly opened a gap that could allow one person to pass through. Shen Cizhou slipped in, and as expected, he saw several dog food bowls on the ground in the front yard. The bowls contained the internal organs of unknown animals, emitting a smell of The stench of blood.

Eating this kind of thing with raw blood, no matter how docile a dog is, it will become fierce, not to mention that these people raise fierce dogs.

Shen Cizhou ran towards Ji Linge, grabbing him and looking him up and down.

Ji Linge's forehead was disheveled, his shirt was wrinkled and stained with mud, his suit pants had mud marks from a dog's scratching, his clothes on his waist and abdomen were scratched wide, and his abdominal muscles were exposed at the tear, which was clearly in pieces There is a bloodstain across the line.

"Are you injured?" Shen Cizhou began to regret, and leaned over to look, "Is it serious? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"Look at it again and it's scabbed." Ji Linge pulled him up funny, "They have knives, they just scratched the skin, I don't know if there is no one in the building, you follow me later .”

410 to 430 are all single-family small buildings with yards. The developer of this small villa area ran away halfway, leaving the building without exterior decoration. During the day, it can still be seen that it is under planning The glamorous, only dilapidated and gloomy are left at night.

Shen Luying's location is easy to find, because only the two rooms on the far right on the first floor are covered with glass to keep out the wind, and the light from the electric lamp shines through.

It's embarrassing to see Shen Luying here.

The man curled up in the wheelchair, with the cold instant noodles in front of him. He seemed to be incontinent, and a shadow was cast under the wheelchair. With his back to Shen Cizhou, he flinched when he heard footsteps, and said in a low voice: "Qiao Huanyan went in and didn't give you any money these past few months, but she will definitely give you more money when she comes out. She wants me to live and show up from time to time...Can you help me change my pants first?"

He said, turning the wheelchair.

Although he had expected it, Shen Cizhou was still a little surprised when he heard him speak such a long string of words fluently. When he saw Shen Luying's face, he almost felt pity.

The last time I saw Shen Luying in the old house, he was at least clean and tidy. Now it seems that Qiao Huanyan should have asked him to clean up for the sake of acting.

Shen Luying was very sloppy, his hair must have been untrimmed for a while, tied behind his head with a shoelace, and his clothes were very old, but the people who took care of him didn't make him dirty enough to get sick. A coat with cotton batting leaking was placed on his lap.

When he saw Shen Cizhou, his cloudy eyes lit up suddenly, and he shouted like crazy: "You cheap bastard! Idiot! Didn't I give you the address?! How did I find it?! Take me away quickly this!!"

"Hey, that's interesting." Ji Linge touched his ears, his lips were bent, but his eyes were gloomy. He had just finished a fight, and his fierceness had not faded away. He looked at Shen Luying so straight and asked: "What is this?" Your begging attitude? Do you want me to go out and lead a dog to teach you how to bark?"

Being stared at by him, Shen Luying shrank her neck, and when she looked at Shen Cizhou again, she only dared to whisper and say: "Cizhou, for your grandfather's sake, please help me, I know the truth about the car accident that year... ..."

He became excited again and grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair, "That bitch Qiao Huanyan! This is murder! It's murder!!"