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After the meal, a few people saw no one, and they didn't bother to go to the study, so they sat directly downstairs to discuss business.

"It's very troublesome for Zhang Qilu to get involved with Huajiao."

Wei Chao said: "He does not agree to call the police, and you are pushing him into a hurry, fearing that it will backfire."

"The main reason is that they want to kill him, and I can't take responsibility for his death." Song Yan said, "And without contact with him, we can't understand the matter, and professionals can't accurately analyze the case."

"He's afraid that those people have reached the extreme," Wen Dao explained, "I'm afraid that he will act out of control on impulse."

"Feudal superstition kills people." Song Yan sighed.

Meng Shengxiao was as calm as ever: "The purpose of this case is Wen Sheng, and it is Wen Sheng. Is there any connection between these incidents?"

"This is what worries me the most." Wei Chao said, "If it's just Zhang Qilu's matter, then we can start to investigate it directly, and we won't have so many worries. But if the other incidents are implicated, they have carefully planned, and the plan must be determined." They are careful, and they are in the dark, the sovereignty is with them, and we are very passive."

Things are getting more and more difficult, and Song Yan is also very distressed: "Wei Chao mentioned before that Mr. Wen suspected that Zhang Qilu was lying?"

Hearing the way, he nodded: "'Pictures are more difficult than they are easy, but they are greater than their details; difficult things in the world must be done in an easy way, and great things in the world must be done in a detailed way', that person said that when he said it, but I don't think he will remember it. .Either he made it up, or the man left it to him in some other way."

Song Yan hated this kind of writing: "What the hell is this? It's so literary, you can become a Buddha?"

"Look, even you can't remember." Meng Shengxiao looked at Wen Dao again, "Mr. Wen, if it was really left to you, how should you explain it? Could it be a clue?"

"If it's true, it should mean that the enmity between me and him accumulated bit by bit until he felt that what I did was enough to hurt him." Wen Dao shook his head, "But I really don't have such a one that I can think of. people."

"Then maybe in what form did that person give it to him?" Song Yan asked.

"I don't know, maybe it's hypnosis, maybe it's a note."

Meng Shengxiao asked, "Like the note that threatened him later?"

"Maybe." Song Yan took the words, "But when it comes to hypnosis, Mr. Wen also said that Zhao Zhenlan's performance was like hypnosis."

Meng Shengxiao nodded: "Then let's wait for Zhao Xinle to come home tonight to see if there are any clues. I haven't touched Zhao Zhenlan before, and I want to see if there is someone behind her. Let's wait and see if there is any movement tonight. "

At eight o'clock in the night, the police guard near Zhao Zhenlan's house called Song Yan, saying that a man had entered her house.How many people looked at each other, so smooth?

Song Yan asked them to keep an eye on them first, and then took Meng Shengxiao, Wei Chao and Wen Dao to Zhao Zhenlan's house.When he arrived, his colleagues were waiting at the convenience store downstairs in the community. Song Yanwen looked at the lit window of Zhao Xinle's home and asked, "Xiaoyou, is that person at his home now?"

Comrade Xiao You said, "Yes, I haven't come out since I went in."

Song Yan asked again: "Is it similar to the murderer we saw on surveillance that day?"

Xiao You shook his head: "It's not like that at all."

This is the north of the city. Zhao Zhenlan's house is full of old-style commodity buildings. The house is near the end of its lifespan. Zhao Zhenlan's house is in 502 opposite the convenience store. There are only stairs at the exit. Song Yan's people can control the entry and exit of the opposite building here.

Song Yan: "When did Zhao Xinle come back?"

Xiao You said: "After school at [-]:[-], I took the bus home by myself. This man came when I called."

Song Yan: "What kind of man is he?"

Xiaoyou just took a photo with his mobile phone, and he handed it to Song Yan, who motioned for Wen Dao and Wei Chao to look at it together. The person in the photo looks to be about 50 or [-] years old, very strong, dressed in black and wearing a hat .

Meng Shengxiao stood next to Song Yan and asked after watching, "Did you see his face clearly?"

Xiao You shook his head: "It's dark, and the lights in their corridors are broken again, and he walked in a hurry, the brim of his hat was pulled down, so he couldn't see clearly."

"It seems that he is very guarded, and he also knows that he is not safe now." When Song Yan was about to say something, Wen Dao frowned and said, "I think this person looks familiar, I should have seen him somewhere."

As soon as Wei Chao saw the photo, he realized something was wrong, but he didn’t make a sound, for fear of disturbing his memory, now he heard him say it, and then asked: “Is it someone you are familiar with in life, or is it just someone you met by chance? ?”

"Mr. Wen has seen this person?" Song Yan was surprised, and now it can be concluded that this incident was specifically aimed at Wen Sheng or Wen Dao.It is basic, but it is also due to the lack of so-called evidence.

"I can't remember at the moment." Wen Dao pursed his lips, trying to think carefully.

"Forget it, let's go directly to get him." Xiao You suggested, "Ask about his relationship with Zhao Zhenlan, and then deliberately say that Zhao Zhenlan can't be found, and arrest him for questioning."

"Of course you have to catch it. It's all delivered to your door. I'm sorry if you don't take it." Song Yan gritted his teeth, calmed down, and said neatly, "Lao Meng and I will go up, Mr. Wen Wei Chao is waiting here, and Xiao You is here." This stays with them."

"Yes." Xiaoyou and Meng Shengxiao obeyed the order seriously, and Song Yan took Meng Shengxiao to the opposite side upstairs. 502 The doorbell rang for a long time but no one opened it. One second before Song Yan was about to kick the door, a man's voice finally came from the room: "Here we come—"

"Who are you looking for?" The man who opened the door had a bald head and was still wearing the black clothes. He seemed to be a little scared, clutching the doorknob and staring at them vigilantly.

"Hello, I'm Song Yan, Captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade of Yazhou City Public Security Bureau." Song Yan showed his ID, "Regarding the disappearance of Ms. Zhao Zhenlan, I hope you can follow me back to the police station to assist in the investigation."

"Uncle, who is it?" Zhao Xinle asked curiously, wearing a vest and shorts.

"I don't know." The man turned to look at the little girl, but Zhao Xinle had already run over and hugged his waist, looking at Song Yan and Meng Shengxiao curiously.At this time, the man was about to close the door suddenly, Song Yan raised his elbow subconsciously, and heard the other party roaring: "I have the right not to cooperate, you guys hurry up! Get out!"

Meng Shengxiao stepped forward to persuade: "Sir, Ms. Zhao Zhenlan has been missing for many days, and now her life and death are unpredictable, and your cooperation is very much needed."

Zhao Xinle cried through the crack of the door left by the two of them in their argument: "Is mom in danger? Uncle policeman, where is mom?"

Meng Shengxiao put a soft voice: "Lele, we don't know if your mother is going to be okay. You ask your uncle to open the door. Let's talk about how to find your mother, shall we?"

Zhao Xinle looked at the man timidly, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle... I want to find my mother, you open the door, the police uncle wants to help me find my mother..."

The man bowed his head and lowered his voice: "Lele... we can't drive, your mother is fine, really, you trust uncle."

Zhao Xinle was sobbing: "Then why hasn't mom come back?"

Song Yan took advantage of the man's relaxation of vigilance and pushed hard. The man was caught off guard and only cared about protecting Zhao Xinle. He reacted and cursed: "You guys are trespassing on a private house! I will sue you!"

Song Yan came up again, too lazy to listen to him, and asked directly: "Do you know where Zhao Zhenlan is?"

"do not know!"

Zhao Xinle was frightened by them, and now she realized that she burst into tears: "Uncle, where is mother? Uncle, I want my mother...I want my mother."

"Don't be afraid, Lele," Meng Shengxiao comforted softly, "Go back to the police station with your uncles to find your mother, okay?"

Zhao Xinle seemed to be soothed by the gentle Meng Shengxiao, looked up at the man again, took the last name for the first time, sniffed and called him: "Uncle Yang, I want to find my mother."

The man was holding his breath, but he softened and said, "I'm not going! I'll answer here. If you have anything to ask, just ask."

"Alright." Song Yan gave Meng Shengxiao a wink, and the latter understood, followed them to the sofa in the living room, took out a pen and paper, and got ready.

Song Yan looked at the person surnamed Yang and asked, "Is there anything unusual about Zhao Zhenlan before she disappeared?"

The other party still said with a stinky face: "I don't know what happened before. Lele called me today and said I was hungry, so I came here."

"Alright then," Song Yan continued to ask, "What's your relationship?"

Mr. Yang said directly: "It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter?" Song Yan glanced at Zhao Xinle, "Then can you take care of this little girl?"

Mr. Yang hugged her tightly and said: "I used to work as a cook at Lele School, and Zhao Zhenlan often didn't come to pick her up on weekends. I always saw her looking at the school gate at the school gate after work, so I often took her home to have dinner with my wife. .”

"your wife?"

"My wife hurt her leg and was bored at home, so I took Lele to accompany her."

Song Yan tapped the floor with the top toe of Erlang's leg, and asked again: "When did you take her to your house for the first time?"

Mr. Yang thought for a while and said, "It's been a long time, I forgot."

"You and your wife have no children?"

"No," he shook his head. "My wife is in poor health and passed away last year. She likes Lele very much. Let me take good care of her."

Song Yan nodded to express his apology, and then asked: "Does Zhao Zhenlan know that you often bring Lele home?"

"Mom knows," Zhao Xinle, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "But she said not to go there too often. Auntie is not in good health. She is afraid that I will make trouble and disturb her rest."

"Why doesn't your mother pick you up on weekends?" Song Yan looked at her, because of his personality, when he asked, his tone was flat and not gentle, not coaxing like other people asked.

So Zhao Xinle didn't seem to like Song Yan very much, or maybe it was because she was afraid. She said timidly, "Mom is busy. She works in the factory, but she disappeared later. Auntie is gone, so she came back."

Zhao Zhenlan was indeed looking for a job in the urban area a year ago, Song Yan nodded, and asked again: "Did she say anything to you when she left that day?"

Zhao Xinle shook her head, shaking her braids, and said, "No, my mother didn't talk to me for a few days, and then I woke up, and when my sister gave me medicine, my mother disappeared."

"Then Zhao Zhenlan went to Wensheng to make trouble for Wen Dao, did you discuss it with you?"

Mr. Yang asked blankly: "Wentao? What's causing trouble?"

"Uncle," Zhao Xinle looked at him, "that's the good-looking big brother who came to see me in the hospital. I told him that my mother made me eat green beans."

"Oh." Mr. Yang slapped his forehead, "You told me that she lied to her?"

"Yes." Song Yan affirmed, and asked Zhao Xinle, "Did your mother say anything else?"

"No, she didn't say anything, but she wouldn't let me eat the crayfish she bought."

Song Yan knew it well in his heart, and also knew that a little girl couldn't say anything, so he finally asked, "Haven't you asked Mr. Yang's name yet?"

The other party heard the tone as if he was about to leave, and his tone was a little more kind, and he replied, "My name is Yang Sheng, Sheng Sheng."

Song Yan glanced at Meng Shengxiao, who nodded, expressing that he had remembered everything.The two stood up, and Song Yan said, "That's okay, that's all I know. Mr. Yang will take good care of the little girl, so we'll go back and find someone."

After leaving the door, Zhao Xinle ran over and asked Meng Shengxiao in a sweet voice: "Uncle, when will Mommy come back?"

Meng Shengxiao patted her head and said, "Lele wait at home obediently, mom will definitely be back in two days."

Song Yan patted Meng Shengxiao, thinking, this is a gentle lie.

Wei Chao and Wen Dao were sitting downstairs waiting impatiently, when they saw them come down.

Xiaoyou's phone vibrated, and there was a message displayed. After clicking on it, it was Song Yan who said: We'll talk in the car.

Then when he looked up, he saw Song Yan and Meng Shengxiao came down and left without stopping.

"How is it?" Wei Chao got into the car and asked Wendao Xiaoyou sitting in the back.

"This is a photo taken, Mr. Wen, take a look." Wen Dao took it. This is a photo taken by Meng Shengxiao with his mobile phone under Song Yan's cover when he entered the door from behind.Only the right side of Yang Sheng was in the photo, but Wen Dao suddenly felt the alarm bells ringing in his head, feeling that things were getting more and more out of control, and the inside of the car seemed to be enveloped in darkness for a moment.

Yang Sheng was the outsider who hit his car the day he went to the hospital.