The incandescent light instantly filled the entire warehouse, interrupting Yang Zhiwen's thoughts.

At this time, Yang Zhiwen noticed that the light switch he had been looking for was next to him.

"It should be that I'm too anxious, otherwise why can't I touch the switch sitting next to me for a long time, it must be that I can't be in a good state these days, that's right, that's it, it's just that I'm not in a good state now, so everything makes sense, that's it."

The monotonous white light, instead of restoring harmony to this eerie warehouse, made it even more cold, silent and eerie, making people feel terrible monotony.

After Yang Zhiwen comforted himself a little, he shifted his gaze back to the warehouse.

This is a warehouse 6 meters high, 20 meters long, and about 14 meters wide, with several oil paintings and an alarm clock hanging on the walls around it, and different tools and machinery are placed on the edges of the four corners, and what is printed into the eye is a car that is older than Yang Zhiwen, the car is hoisted by a lift in the air at a height of one meter, and the last middle-aged uncle wearing a blue shirt and blue jeans is lying quietly under the car, playing the role of a corpse.

Yang Zhiwen, who found the target, instantly lifted his spirit, but when he saw that he slowly took out a white glove from his jacket pocket and put it on his hand, he strode to the bottom of the elevator, and then squatted down to carefully observe the corpse.

"The deceased was about 33 to 35 years old, in good shape, etc., what was in his pocket?"

Yang Zhiwen gently put his hand into the pocket of the deceased's pants and carefully took it out.

"Wallet? Black leather, well-dressed, standard for the social elite, with a popular appearance, with a wedding ring, a fatal wound on the head, pay attention. ”

I saw Yang Zhiwen put the black wallet he found before next to him, and looked up at the bottom of the elevator directly above the deceased's head.

"There are really blood stains, could it be an accident?"

Officer Yang muttered to himself as he turned on the switch at the bottom of the elevator with his hand.

"There really is no reaction, it can't be an accident caused by the aging of the machine, right? That's easy to do. At this time, Yang Zhiwen took out a small blue flashlight from his pocket, turned on the switch, and shone it at the button of the elevator.

"Cut, sure enough, it's still murder, there are even fingerprints on the button, but this uncle is obviously wearing gloves, things are going in the direction of trouble, I want to make up for sleep, is it so difficult?"

After that, Yang Zhiwen opened the black wallet he found before, and fortunately he found that it contained the deceased's ID card, mobile phone, business card, two photos, and a bunch of keys.

"Zhou Yang is 33 years old, I can't tell that he is the principal of Huangpu Primary School, and he has a good relationship with a woman named Alan in the mobile phone address book recently, wait, this Alan should not be!"

Yang Zhiwen looked at the photo in the black wallet he was holding, it was a photo of two people, a man and a woman were on each other's shoulders, with a green smile on their faces, of course, the focus is not this, it is the heroine in this photo, Zhou Yinglan, the weather forecast host of a local TV station, and her identity status on the Internet is unmarried.

The truth seems to have come to the surface, and if you find a few crucial pieces of evidence, you can gently lift the veil of mystery and reveal his ugly appearance.

"The bank cards, cash, and jewelry on the deceased's body in the wallet have not been taken away at all, if it is a robbery, the possibility is a little smaller, could it be a bloody love killing? Someone discovered the relationship between the deceased and Zhou Yinglan, and found that the deceased had a wife, and the deceased was jealous of the deceased? It's quite likely, wait, what about the lenses on his eyes? ”

Just when Yang Zhiwen reasoned about the case in his mind, he keenly noticed that the glasses on the deceased's face were actually gone, and there was no residue of the glasses on the ground.

"This is not the first crime point, the murderer somehow transferred the body, could it be the first three people to enter here? By the way, what about their footprints when they came in? Got it gone? All three people like Zhou Yinglan? Is it the woman's family? What is this card in your pocket? Take it to research. ”

Do you regret what you did on that black card written in yellow?

Tuesday night, three days before President Zhou's death.

At 11:30 a.m., the lights were turned off early in the villa in the center of Liantang, and the door was locked. No longer waiting, in fact, no longer here. A car drove slowly on the road until it came across the villa. A 43-year-old uncle got out of the car, he walked to the door of the house gently, looked up at the house with the doors and windows locked and no lights, he seemed to understand something, so the uncle stood at the door of the house and hesitated, and finally, his face sank as if he had made up his mind.

The rain began to fall again, and the sound of raindrops crashing on the road, rooftops, and windows drowned out the sound of someone turning the cylinder with a key. I saw him gently open the door and close it carefully, just when he was glad that he did not alarm the mother and child in the room, he suddenly couldn't control his tears, he found that there was no place for him here, there was no place for him at all.

He gently placed a box in the study, took an umbrella and quietly walked away, back in the car.

The black sedan shuttled on the main road of the city, like a ship that has lost its lighthouse, there is no direction without lights, there is no place to dock without a port, he is very confused, he doesn't understand, why he has to lose, he looked at the black card in his arms again, that sentence hurt him deeply.

Do you ever regret what you did? Obviously, he regretted it.

He remembered those images coldly in his mind. The house that is not bright is getting bigger and bigger, there are more and more money in the house, the outside world arbitrarily elevates the label to him, the lines all the time, the performances all the time, the originally full life is getting more and more empty, sometimes he doesn't understand, the life that makes it dominate, or the life that dominates him?

Zhou Yang was remorseful, he really wanted to go home and embrace everything that should belong to him.

In this way, Zhou Yang drove aimlessly on the street, and when he came over, he had already driven to Huangpu Primary School, where everything began.