【Peking Shuangmei】Shell

Geng Yueming wiped the sweat from his forehead, took the briefcase from his assistant, straightened his collar, and then walked quickly into the building next to the harbor.

In the dark corner of the coffee shop on the second floor, the heavy curtain was raised to isolate the noise and rush outside.

Zhao Ruoxi was wearing a long blue dress and was sitting obliquely on the sofa, stirring the silver spoon, watching the sugar cube gradually dissolve the edges and shapes.

Miss Zhao, Geng Yueming came over but didn't sit across from her, but sat on the sofa next to her.This is too difficult.

When I asked you for help, Zhao Ruoxi said, did you say that this matter would be easy to handle?

Geng Yueming drank up the lemonade in front of him, and spoke a few words in English to the ghost waiter next to him.Have you seen Sun Chaozhong?Miss Zhao asked.

Geng Yueming nodded.Then he sighed again.

As for Mr. Sun, he doesn't cooperate with me, doesn't trust me, and doesn't talk to me.As for that Mr. Fang, he simply told nonsense.Zhao Ruoxi didn't speak, but just lowered his head to blow away the heat from the coffee cup.

Geng Yueming continued to talk, look, Fang Mengwei told us at the Regent Hotel the night before yesterday that he and a Miss Wu had finished watching the play at 10:09 on the evening of the 30th, and when he returned to the hotel entrance at [-] o'clock, he met Sun Chaozhong who was waiting there Right.

Zhao Ruoxi nodded.

I found Miss Wu from the newspaper office, and she said that she did go to the theater with Fang Mengwei that day, but when they returned to the Regent Hotel, Fang Mengwei got out of the car and went upstairs alone.She didn't see Sun Chaozhong at all.

Geng Yueming took out a stack of manuscripts in the briefcase and spread them out.A question mark was drawn next to the time that said 10 o'clock on the [-]th.Mr. Fang also said the day before yesterday that a waiter surnamed Jin in the elevator saw him and Sun Chaozhong and told them, "You two are good to go."Zhao Ruoxi remembered this detail.

But I asked my assistant to go to the hotel to ask again, and the hotel did not have this waiter surnamed Jin.There was no one on duty in the elevator that night.

Zhao Ruoxi frowned, you mean Fang Mengwei is lying to us?

Geng Yueming said "Thank you" to the waiter who brought the coffee and cream cake, then looked back at Zhao Ruoxi.

Intentional deception is not necessarily the case. You also saw that Mr. Fang was completely flustered that day. If people think of something in this situation, it is not uncommon for people to believe that it is true.

He took the fork and cut the slice of cake across, forked a piece into his mouth.

What did Mr. Sun say?you met him before?Zhao Ruoxi asked, and put a cube of sugar into the coffee for him.The sugar cubes fell into the coffee, making a brown ripple.

Seeing that she was willing to "serve" him like this, Geng Yueming immediately regained his energy and sat up straight.

Mr. Sun, Mr. Sun's confession did not mention that he was with anyone on the night of the 10th, nor did he mention Fang Mengwei.Zhao Ruoxi laughed, so the events of that night were really fabricated by Fang Ershao?

After Geng Yueming finished eating the cake, he picked up his pen again, and put on a more serious expression, but there is indeed something strange about this matter, he said in a deep voice.The evidence of Sun Chaozhong's guilt, that is, the copy of Mrs. Fei's manuscript was found in Sun Chaozhong's home, but Sun Chaozhong should have always lived in Fang Mengwei's home.Another point is that when arresting people that day, the police went straight to Sun Chaozhong, and Mr. Fang didn't even take him back to the police station for questioning.It stands to reason that this case is still in the investigation stage, and anyone involved in the case should be brought back for review. How do they know that Mr. Fang is not a collusion? ...Unless someone has already determined that this was done by Sun Chaozhong alone.

Or, Zhao Ruoxi interjected, and someone greeted Fang Mengwei's background.

Geng Yueming nodded.I try to get through the joints in these two days so that Mr. Fang can go in and meet him once, otherwise this Sun Chaozhong is too suspicious and won't believe me.

The interrogation at the police station could not make him speak, and the training he had received in the Central Committee in his early years came in handy at this time.Even if the guard locked the door at last, and the benevolent detective rushed in to save him from the vicious and flamboyant ghost, Sun Chaozhong saw through all kinds of tricks at a glance, and only smiled bitterly in his heart with a cold face.

It has been three days since he was locked up, so he was unavoidably shocked at first, but at this moment, he restrained himself and no one could tell him to speak.

It's just that this further verifies the confidence of the police that they have not caught the wrong person - only trained agents can withstand such a situation.

For torture, only a killer who participated in such a cold-blooded murder can show such calmness.

Two days ago, a lawyer surnamed Geng came to see him and said that Fang Mengwei entrusted him.He also answered a few words, but he was cautious enough, of course, he would not be so naive as to believe that a lawyer he had never met before was familiar with tricks such as pretending to be a lawyer or an accomplice.

It's just that he looks calm on the surface, but there are thousands of thoughts turning around in his heart from time to time.

These hundreds of thousands of thoughts finally came together, but they were still the four words that came to mind when they ran away in embarrassment all the way three days ago,—more bad luck than good luck.

At that time, he stumbled and ran out of the station, and after several detours, he finally managed to get rid of those policemen in the alleyway.With his tie pulled to bind his leg, he was lying on the roof of a house, careful not to kick any broken tiles.Looking at his watch, Sun Chaozhong looked at the direction of the setting sun and calculated the time of sunset.Wait for a while, wait for the sky to get darker... He closed his eyes, recalling this seemingly unexpected pursuit.

The police shot him to show the seriousness of the matter.After searching their brains, the matter of Mrs. Fei finally surfaced.

When I read the news in the newspaper, I guessed that it must be the action of the organization.They no longer trusted him, so naturally he would not know all kinds of secrets, but Mrs. Fei's problem had been going on for a long time, so Sun Chaozhong still knew a thing or two about her.

If Mrs. Fei's assassination had something to do with the police's pursuit of him - then it can only be said that it is more or less ominous.If the police only found out his relationship with the organization, and wanted to rely on him to find out more information and grasp clues—it is reasonable to say that they should not shoot him...

Although the wound on the leg did not hurt the bones, it would be difficult to escape far away. If he is wanted all over the city right now...and since the police can find him so quickly, Sun Chaozhong's heart is cold - could it be that someone has already seized him? Abandoned son, and made another use?

The injury on his right leg was still throbbing, and the wind blowing over his body gradually cooled down, reducing the burning heat waves of the day.Sun Chaozhong opened his eyes, and the stars rushed towards him.

In an instant, his chest became clear again.More bad luck than good luck.

It's just that there are many bad luck and bad luck, that's why I have to see Fang Mengwei again.

The Regent Hotel is not far from here.Sun Chaozhong sat up, gritted his teeth, and tied the wound on his thigh with his tie again.Fortunately, the trousers are originally black, so there is no difference in the night.

Looking back in the cell of the police station, it was too reckless to break into Fang Mengwei's room at that time, and Fang Mengwei would be implicated if he was not careful.

But at that time, I don't know if it was because of the sudden incident that he lost his mind, or if Sun Chaozhong really indulged his selfishness for a while.All he knew was that it was enough to see Fang Mengwei's Yingying eyes looking at him under the dim light, enough for him to spend three days in prison, enough to heal all his regrets.

So after that, Sun Chaozhong didn't expect that he would see Fang Mengwei again.Especially after the police officer surnamed Jiang handed the letter into his hands.

Until he passed through the iron gate and saw that all-too-familiar figure.Fang Mengwei, who was pacing back and forth in the reception room in a short-sleeved white shirt, showed impatience between his brows, and seemed to be too anxious after all.

This situation is inexplicably familiar, as if everything has happened once, sometime so long ago.It is probably the déjàvu that Fang Mengwei talked to him when he was studying French.At that time, Fang Mengwei described it to him for a long time, but Sun Chaozhong, who had always had an accurate memory, couldn't understand how his memory could make such absurd mistakes, and he was even called a romantic name.Finally, Fang Mengwei said with a smile, you will know when you meet.

like now.Sun Chaozhong could even know exactly the next moment that Fang Mengwei would raise his head and see himself through the iron gate, and he would walk towards him quickly in the dazzling morning sun at eight o'clock in the morning.

Fang Mengwei bit his lower lip, raised his head, and caught a quick glimpse of Sun Chaozhong standing on the other side of the iron gate.At that moment, he only felt the bridge of his nose sore, and he could only bite his lower lip with more strength.

His Sun Chaozhong stood in front of him completely.

Fang Mengwei walked over quickly, before he had time to thank all the gods and Buddhas and the ancestors of the Fang family in his heart, he was pushed away by the guard and told him to sit on the other side of the table.He sat down, but did not take his eyes off Sun Chaozhong for a moment, and now he looked closer at him, but couldn't hide his heartache.Wearing a gray prison uniform, Sun Chaozhong seemed to have a calm demeanor, but when he walked over, his movements were unconcealably stiff, as if certain joints and bones were not easy to move.

Naturally, his complexion was not much better, and he looked even paler and haggard in the morning sunlight.How are you?

This sentence came out without even thinking about it.