Xiaoyu called, and the public security investigated all the cemeteries on the outskirts of Yanshi and did not find any suspicious signs.

"Sister Fang Chi, the public security is very dissatisfied with us......"

Fang Chi let out a low "oh".

"Sister Fang Chi, will it ...... Is it true that our direction is wrong? ……”

"Xiaoyu." Fang Chi suddenly said, "If it is done by a person who has a lot of experience in counter-investigation, how likely do you think it is that the police will find it in half a day?" ”

"This ......" Xiao Yu on the other side fell into a state of speech. As far as he was concerned, Fang Chi was still a newcomer who had just joined the 19th game, but he didn't know why Hong Jincheng and Shi Zhengrong trusted her very much. He actually had a lot of complaints about the other party's Chi Tiantian thinking, but Hong Jincheng scolded him back in just two sentences:

"In all cases involving Nervous Rose, she is more involved than any of us! Even if she relies on Meng, she is more accurate than us! ”

"During this period of the Nineteenth Bureau, the whole world has been busy with the case of Nervous Rose, so I must have relaxed the surveillance of some people."

"Huh?" Fang Chi's topic changed so quickly that Xiao Yu couldn't keep up with the rhythm, and the whole person fell into confusion.

"Go check on Sheng Qinghuai and see what he has done since Sheng Fang's illness. Be sure to find out. ”

"......" Xiaoyu has been in the nineteenth bureau for more than a year, so he naturally knows who Sheng Qinghuai is. Before he could ask Fang Chi why, Fang Chi had already hung up the phone.

"It's so difficult to work with...... Xiao Yu muttered, "Where did the History Bureau dig up such a weird person......"

……

As night fell, Fang Chi suddenly found himself homeless. She didn't know where to go, the cold wind on the street, she hesitated for a long time, went to a shopping mall to buy a thick trench coat, called a taxi, paid double the price, and went to the Cold Spring Cemetery.

Cold Spring Cemetery, I haven't been here for a long time. From early spring to late autumn now, it has only been more than half a year, but Fang Chi feels like a world away.

She rubbed her own tombstone and Sheng Yan's tombstone, and finally sat down slowly in front of Sheng Yan's tomb, leaning against the cold stone slab.

The night was falling, and the misty clouds shrouded a cold moon as thin as a piece of paper. There are no lights in the cemetery, and the trees and tombstones turn into black shadows, like dormant beasts.

It's quiet.

Fang Chi looked at his phone, there was an instant news push, it turned out to be about Uncle Daoming.

"A major breakthrough has been made in the research of neuroscience in China, and non-invasive neuroprosthetics may become possible". The title image is a picture of an amputee patient using a prosthetic leg to hold chopsticks accurately, surrounded by several scientific researchers in white coats, among whom Ho Zhiyi stands in a prominent position.

Fang Chi knew about this project, in the past, this kind of neuroprosthetic limbs needed to be implanted into the cerebral cortex electrode array, and the surgical process was extremely risky, and there were postoperative complications and the possibility of infection, and the effect was difficult to be guaranteed for a long time.

Ho's research is based on decoding the weak bioelectric currents generated by human imagination movements, so that human thoughts can be transformed into actions without the need for electrodes to be implanted.

She dug out the electrodes implanted in the back of her head by Nerve Rose, which caused damage to the nervous system, which also stimulated He Zhiyi. In the past six months, he has been working on the research of this non-invasive project. Judging from the data of the research results, he has been at the forefront of this field.

Fang Chi was sincerely happy in his heart. She wanted to send a message to Uncle Daoming to congratulate her, but after thinking about it, she put down her phone again. She looked up at the stars and the moon, and suddenly felt that this world was very good.

It's just that the Si people have passed away, and they will never be seen again.

She looked at the two tombstones of Medusa and Sheng Yan side by side, and thought, whether it was her or Sheng Yan, this was their own choice. And their choice is just to protect this otherwise good world.

The change of night is so silent that it is impossible to see the passage of time, but the stars and the moon draw an invisible trajectory in the night sky. Fang Chi's gaze gradually fell on the hillside outside the cemetery opposite.

At the beginning, she was standing there, watching the funeral of herself and Sheng Yan with her own eyes.

It was also there that I saw Xie Wei for the first time. His eyes were dim and jumping, like a deer standing in the morning fog of the forest.

Look blank. She suddenly remembered something, and calculated, today is the day when Xie Wei mentioned that his father returned to Yan City.

She may eventually miss Xie Weishi, just like she missed this day.

Her thoughts were confused, but her eyes kept on the path on the hillside like nails. I don't know how long later, a black shadow suddenly appeared on the path, and she was instantly alert, and catapulted out like a bow, silently chasing after the black shadow.

The man didn't notice her. Her clothes were dark tonight, and she sat next to Sheng Yan's tomb, which was inconspicuous in the night when viewed from the hillside. She didn't have much hope, but when she saw the man's figure, she still had an inexplicable loss in her heart.

It's not Xie Weishi.

Getting closer, I saw that the man was wearing a wide black trench coat, with a low hood, and a bag in his hand. She basically confirmed the conjecture in her mind.

"Sheng Qinghuai."

The man's shoulders sank, but he quickened his pace.

“Sin。” She shouted again.

The man turned around suddenly, walked in front of Fang Chi in three or two steps, and snatched her mobile phone with lightning speed, deleting two of the audio and video programs.

Fang Chi didn't resist, she knew that this set of the nineteenth bureau didn't work for him. After all, he is the veteran of the Nineteenth Bureau, her former boss. Even if it is a cat teaching a tiger, it has to keep a hand, let alone Sheng Qinghuai.

Fang Chi observed him through the light of his mobile phone. After a few months of not seeing him, he had aged a lot, his beard and sideburns were stained with hoarfrost, and the lines on his face were becoming more and more stiff like a knife and axe.

"Why are you here?"

Sheng Qinghuai threw the phone back to Fang Chi with a leather gloved hand, and said coldly: "Just like you, come and see Sheng Yan." ”

Fang Chi looked at the back of the hillside, there was another larger cemetery, and this road was the only way out of that cemetery. It's just that Lengquan Cemetery is a martyr's cemetery, and the people buried there are all ordinary people in Yan City. She said: "When I didn't know you at the earliest, I thought you and Sheng Yan were father and son, because you both had the surname Sheng. ”

Sheng Qinghuai didn't answer, and had no intention of talking to her.

Fang Chi said again: "I'm not just here to see Sheng Yan. There is a very difficult case, the police have been investigating this cemetery for a day today, and they have not been able to lock up the suspect. I'll come and see if I can find any clues. ”

Sheng Qinghuai said: "Have you found any clues?" ”

Fang Chi said: "There is actually a big doubt in this case, and I haven't figured it out yet. This man had killed Nemo because he had lured his sons into watching the chrysalis, causing him to go completely insane. He later killed Yu Rui because Yu Rui was the one who "started the chrysalis", and almost made his son fall from the building on Chang'an No. 8. Yu Rui escaped the punishment of the law, and he wanted to punish Yu Rui with his own hands. But what I don't quite understand is that if he is also the murderer of this case, what reason does he have to kill Zu Li? ”

Sheng Qinghuai said indifferently: "I'm afraid you have paranoia. ”

"yes." Fang Chi said, "I have never seen a serial killer who knows so well about the public security system and the 19th Bureau. So many people have died, and after such a long time, they can't find the slightest clue. So I can only rely on delusions. Speaking of which, I'm also responsible for this - I shouldn't have leaked the investigation of the ice crack to him so early. ”

"Medusa...... Oh no, I should call you Fang Chi now. Sheng Qinghuai said, "Today's nineteen rounds are disappointing me more and more. If you could have used my plan from the beginning and directly sanctioned Nerve Rose, nothing would have happened today - including your Sheng Yan, and she would not have died. His words, as if squeezed out between his teeth, said, "God has given you a harbinger of the flood, but foolish people do not know how to build an ark." ”

"If you use your scheme, then what's the difference between Nineteen Innings and the Rose Road, and the Nerve Rose?"

Sheng Qinghuai raised his head, and the hood on his head fell, revealing his short, gray hair. He said with emotion: "The system of human society today can no longer keep up with the development of technology. It takes years to enact a law, but the cycle of technological explosion can be shortened to a few months, or even days. Why was the Nineteenth Bureau formed? Isn't it just an attempt to bridge the gap? There are always people who have to do things that are shady, otherwise, why do you think Shi Zhengrong has been carrying all the pressure to maintain the 19th Bureau within the national security system? If we want to maintain the secrecy of our operations, can't the public security system maintain them? ”

His eyes fell on the Cold Spring Martyrs Cemetery, "I especially want to smash the two tombstones of you and Sheng Yan." These are these two monuments, which bind me and Shi Zhengrong in a sleeve. In the year of the Nineteenth Bureau, is it inaction? Don't talk to me about procedural justice, in this field, there is not even a procedure, where is the procedural justice? We can only do justice in the outcome! Shi Zhengrong wants to maintain the existence of the Nineteenth Bureau, and there are many things he can't do. I'm already in hell, so I'll do it! ”

For a moment, Fang Chi was almost moved by Sheng Qinghuai. Shi Zhengrong established the nineteenth bureau, and the first person he looked for was Sheng Qinghuai, not Hong Jincheng. During the period when Sheng Qinghuai was under surveillance, he was able to move freely, is this Shi Zhengrong's connivance? Nemo died one after another, but Shi Zhengrong didn't care, just saying that this was not the scope of the 19th Bureau's authority and responsibility - was it actually that he had no idea about all of this?

Wrong. Or there's something wrong.

She can't follow blindly. In the past, she stubbornly believed in people she thought were good people, so she believed in Guest, Shi Zhengrong, and Shengyan, and it was only now that she understood that even people who were defined as good people could have another side that no one else knew.

Fang Chi slowly raised his head and looked directly at Sheng Qinghuai: "But you killed Zu Li, he is innocent." ”

Sheng Qinghuai's deeply sunken eyes stared at her, and Fang Chi suddenly saw some strange light from them, which was evil and paradoxical, making her shudder slightly. Sheng Qinghuai's chin lifted in the direction of her and Sheng Yan's tombstones, and said, "There will always be innocent people who will die. Look—"

Fang Chi turned his head and subconsciously looked in the direction he was pointing, only to suddenly feel that it was dark in front of him, and his entire head was wrapped in a thick plastic bag. Just as she wanted to make a sound, Sheng Qinghuai's thick palm had already covered her mouth and nose through the plastic bag, and his hands and feet were also locked by him.

His movements were so skillful, swift, and clean that there was not a single superfluous word, and there was not the slightest room for resistance.

Fang Chi smelled the breath of death. This bag may have contained Zu Li before, she thought, Sheng Qinghuai, like the ruler between her eyebrows, has become a murderer. Her throat was about to be strangled in the next second, and that was her last thought before she lost consciousness.

……

When Fang Chi woke up, it was still pitch black all around, and it took her a while to get used to it before she could see the faint night.

She was still in the cemetery, under a high hill, by a thick bush.

What's the situation? She moved her hands and feet, and there were no other scars other than residual discomfort in her neck.

This is not like Sheng Qinghuai's style, since he has murderous intentions towards her, he will definitely kill her to kill her. Fang Chi was puzzled in his heart, looked around, and suddenly saw a person lying not far away. She got up and threw herself on, and when she saw the man's face in the indifferent moonlight, her heart sank violently—

It turned out to be Xie Weishi.

Her heart seemed to have broken free from some kind of restraint and was beating violently uncontrollably. His hands and feet were cold, and his right arm was simply fixed and bandaged. He still had breath under his nose, and she gasped as if she had come back to her soul, almost paralyzing.

She pinched his man fiercely, slapped his iron and cold cheeks, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Xie Weishi! She leaned down on his heart and listened to his heartbeat. Before he could wake up, she tried to carry him on his back. But she is slender and thin, Xie Weishi is much taller than her, how can she be so easy to carry? She was not discouraged, tried a few times, and finally bowed over and held Xie Weishi up. She was about to stand up straight, when suddenly a hand covered her mouth, and a familiar voice said in her ear: "Don't speak, squat down." ”

The voice was very weak, but Fang Chi was happy in his heart. She squatted down slowly, and was hugged by Xie Weishi's left hand, the beating of her heart came from behind, and in the quiet air, she saw the light of a flashlight passing by, and the sound of footsteps sounded behind her. The footsteps stopped behind them, and Fang Chi clenched the dagger in his hand.

"Fang Chi, I know you're nearby. We're all all the way, don't fight! In the future, you take your Yangguan Road, and I will take my single-plank bridge. If you're still nosy, I'll let no one around you end well! ”

The footsteps of stepping on blades of grass and dirt finally faded away, and Fang Chi let go of the dagger in his hand, his palm was already wet. Fang Chi knew that Sheng Qinghuai had probably discovered them, but now that she was sober and had a full vigilance against him, it would not be so easy for him to make a move. If she had woken up a minute or two later, this cemetery would have really become the graveyard of her and Xie Weishi.

Their bodies slackened. Fang Chi turned around, and when he looked up, he saw Xie Weishi's eyes. Perhaps nothing could make her feel more at ease like a pair of silent and dim eyes. She didn't know what to say, but his slightly cool lips pressed against her. She breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes, all intellectual resistance vanished. She indulged herself and followed her instincts, a pair of slender arms like a water snake wrapped around his neck.

The sound of muffled breathing rose and fell in the silent wind of the cemetery, interspersed with staccato whispered conversations.

"Your ...... Wounds"

"Don't touch it."

"How can you get dizzy then?"

"You fell from such a height, can you not fall and pass out?"

“……”

Fang Chi leaned on his chest with all his strength and said, "Xie Weishi, I can't get out." I want you to live, I'm afraid that you will become cold and hard, and eventually become a tombstone, I can't stand it. ”

Xie Weishi looked at her fixedly: "Give me back my bottle." ”

……

The bottle is still in the hotel. Fang Chi took it to him, but he grabbed him. When Fang Chi saw the right hand he was using, he immediately didn't dare to break free. The taxi came from afar, and she hurriedly said, "The Nineteenth Bureau is looking for you!" ”

Xie Wei didn't say anything, and directly stuffed her into the car and sat in it himself.

With the driver here, Fang Chi can't talk about the nineteenth bureau anymore. Xie Weishi suddenly asked, "Do you know the person who was in the cemetery just now?" ”

Fang Chi nodded.

"I've seen him before."

"Have you seen Sheng Qinghuai?"

"Not really. After Long Zhen died, I saw him in the hospital and at the funeral. He was also very haggard, with a scruffy beard, and was wearing very unrefined clothes. He really wanted to come closer to see Long Zhen, but Long Zhen's parents were always there, and he didn't dare to approach. ”

Fang Chi's heart suddenly moved, and he vaguely felt that there was a vague light floating. When she grabbed Xie Wei, she asked eagerly, "Is Long Zhen's grave in Cold Spring?" ”

Xie Weishi nodded: "Yes." ”

Fang Chi immediately dialed Xiao Yu's phone: "Immediately notify the squadron to go to the Cold Spring Cemetery to find a tomb named 'Long Zhen', Zu Li is likely to be in the tomb." ”

Xiao Yu shouted: "Sister Fang Chi, it's four forty in the morning!" ”

"If Zu Li is still alive, then every second is a rescue." Fang Chi said coldly.

Xiao Yu hung up the phone quickly.

After arriving home, Fang Chi briefly told Xie Weishi about the whole incident. Hong Jincheng sent Fang Chi a live broadcast entrance to the cemetery.

"We can't reach the family of the tomb owner right now, and all the contact numbers are out of service. If the mausoleum is directly damaged, we will be held responsible. ”

"Fang Chi, are you sure it's the tomb of this 'Long Zhen'?" Hong Jincheng asked.

Fang Chi held the headphones and said calmly: "I'm sure." If it's wrong, I'll take all the blame. ”

Hong Jincheng didn't ask again, and ordered: "Open the tomb." ”

The tomb was opened and empty. Hong Jincheng gave Fang Chi a look from the live broadcast footage, and Fang Chi held his breath and said, "The tomb week should also be opened to see." ”

Hong Jincheng ordered again: "Grave digging week." ”

The stone slabs around the tomb were lifted. More than a dozen searchlights converged to illuminate the ground in the faint light of the morning light.

Fang Chi looked at Xie Wei next to him: "If I make a mistake in judgment, will you hate me for Creeper?" ”

Xie Weishi thought seriously for a moment and said, "Hate it for half an hour." ”

The corners of Fang Chi's mouth curved.