The taxi drove very fast, and the view from the window swept by.

In fact, it can't be called a view, how to describe it?

Yang Zhiwen sat in the co-pilot, holding his cheeks and looking out of the window and thinking blankly.

That's right! Something that a normal person can see. This is the only sentence that describes the scenery outside the car window relatively normally.

Yang Zhiwen gently touched his face with his right hand, his fingers kept scratching his face, and a rather handsome face showed that he was preoccupied, and the problem was bothering him.

But why can't they see it? Although he has been an adult for a long time, Yang Shiwen still can't understand this question, and he keeps roaring in his heart: You are not blind! Why can't you see it clearly?

On the road that is not very smooth, yellow taxis are speeding down the road. The shops on the street, the park next to it, and everything around it are all calm.

Yang Zhiwen put his hand down from his face, his left hand and his right hand were ten fingers together, and his index fingers were gently colliding.

He is very smart and can sometimes see the truth of the case at a glance. But sometimes not everything comes to fruition... Is that right?

"Really?" Yang Zhiwen raised his head slightly, his eyes were clear, and he looked at the city again in his quiet mind.

Under the slender pole of electric light, various flies flapped their wings in the monotonous cold light, and a man stood below.

The man may be carrying some kind of illegal drug, hallucinogen, or a dagger or a towel soaked with anesthetics.

But the man who had just turned off the lights, he just stood there silently. Wearing a vest, a suit over it, four dazzling gold rings on both hands, and a gold necklace around his neck...

Yang Zhiwen comforted himself silently at this moment, his left hand was on his right forearm, and his fingers tapped restlessly: he was not a drug seller, nor was he a pimp, he was just because it was too dark now that he couldn't find his way home... Right....

The tapping of his fingers gradually stopped, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on Yang Zhiwen's face. Obviously, he and she both felt that their self-hypnotic appearance was simply ridiculous, and then he couldn't laugh anymore.

At this time, another man wearing a vest, a suit on the outside, four rings on both hands, and three or four gold necklaces around his neck was walking towards the man who was wearing the same clothes as himself under the street lamp...

"Okay..."The corners of Yang Zhiwen's mouth twitched, and he sighed self-deprecatingly. They're drug sellers, or pimps, or both..."

Yang Zhiwen had already moved his gaze from the window to the interior slightly at this time, he lowered his head slightly, his eyelids were light, and his head was gently empty...

When he came back to his senses, Yang Zhiwen took a slight breath, and his eyes involuntarily saw the meter on the taxi, oh~ The miserable price... I saw the big mouth smack slightly: they are too... The cop sits in his car, and his meter is so nonsense...

But at this time, he turned his head to look at the light pole not far away, and smiled disdainfully. He had already thought that it was definitely not normal to still open the rental meter at night, but fortunately, he didn't plan to pay~

"Haha~" Yang Ziwen looked out the window and smiled, then put his head into the window and sighed softly at the window.

White water vapor appeared on the inner wall of the car window, which was not clear, and he was seen grabbing the cuff with his fingers together, gently wiping the glass.

Yang Ziwen leaned against the glass and looked out the window through the glass he had tried.

The taxi then drove forward, this time under the light pole was a group of women, Yang Zhiwen watched silently.

Under the electric light pole not far away, at the door of the black alley, a group of middle-aged aunts who did not hide from their bodies and exuded an unpleasant smell of perfume stood quietly under the light. With a cigarette in his left hand and a beer in his right, he slowly sat down, lifted his inferior dress, and spread his thighs.

"Hmph..."Don't even think about it this time, pure flesh worker...

The car drove over, and Yang Zhiwen knew that in that small alley, there must be a colleague of his, playing there to his heart's content.

"Humph!" Yang Zhiwen, who was leaning on the glass of the car, held his forehead with one hand, his head swaying back and forth, and a smile on his face.

The sound of heavy inhalations sounded in the car, and then it became quiet again, quiet...

The moonlight illuminated the shallow clouds, and there were sparse raindrops in the humid air, and the whole lotus pond returned to darkness, but he was not quiet, this rotten city would not be calm.

"He's all rotten, isn't he?" Yang Zhiwen's face suddenly showed a strange smile again.

This time he was laughing at himself, since he could think that he could change something? But he had to choose... Change!

"Ah~!" At this moment, the eyelids on his face opened suddenly, his pupils dilated slightly, and the small alley he remembered he had lived in merged with the picture in front of him and merged into one.

The vehicle drove very fast, and at this moment it had arrived at the place he was going to, the mountain behind Huangpu Primary School.

All right! This decrepit boy still paid for the car, but he did something worthy of praise when he arrived, Yang Zhiwen took the taxi driver's wallet that didn't have much money, took out the document information in it and wrote it in his mind, and planned to have time in the future on every light pole, every wall, and every toilet to write, enlarge, thicken, Miss Bao~

After he paid, he pushed the door open and walked towards the warehouse on the hill.

Unlike last time, this time a cordon was put up near the warehouse, and the original muddy ground around the warehouse was sprayed with a special spray, and the previous evidence is still preserved in the present.

Yang Zhiwen was the same as last time, and gently pushed the door of the warehouse with both hands.

The wind was still there, still blowing from the bottom up, into his trouser legs.

But this time he didn't feel anything, because his state of mind had changed.

became gradually numb, and his feelings gradually lost in his body.

The situation inside was similar to when he first came, except that the corpse of Zhou Yang lying under the elevator had turned into a group of humanoid silhouettes drawn in white chalk.

This time he turned on the lights directly, and the incandescent light filled the entire warehouse again, making people feel cold.

Of course, none of this matters anymore, does it?

The incandescent light showed a narrow lonely shadow on the ground, and the shadow moved slightly, thinking at high speed.

Yang Zhiwen reopened the cowhide bag printed with the three big characters of the Ministry of Public Security, and he looked at the information that was not very detailed.

Lockboxes, small footprints at the door, worn leather shoes, etc...

After reading the information, he went straight to the hydraulic platform that originally pressed Zhou Yang's corpse.

According to the data, the root cause of the failure of this non-working hydraulic platform was the tripping caused by the fuse melting.

Yang Zhiwen looked around, but did not find an electrical box in this room. "Is it out there? Or is it in some secret room? ”

Then he picked up the remote control of the hydraulic platform that was placed on the ground, and then pulled out a small silver flashlight.

Yang Zhiwen pressed the button and shone at the remote control again.

The remote control was illuminated by the blue light of the flashlight, which reshowed the fingerprints on it.

The information shows that the fingerprints on it belong to Zhou Yang himself.

"Heh..."Yang Zhiwen smiled coldly, and a certain idiot appeared in his mind.

On that Black Friday, Zhou Yang came to this warehouse accompanied by two other people, because there were three people's footprints on the ground, one of which belonged to Zhou Yang. Why do you say together, because the footprints above do not overlap, but side by side.

It was a terrible rainy day, it was raining heavily and the cold wind was blowing.

Although it is now close to summer and it is time to wear short sleeves, Liantang, which is located in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River and is close to the tropics, feels as cold as it rains as much as it does in winter.

The information shows that this warehouse is Zhou Yang's private, and his key is still on his body, but there are no fingerprints on the key, and Zhou Yang suffers from hand rheumatism, so he must wear gloves in cold weather.

Then, the fingerprint on the remote control of the hydraulic platform is one of the other two people, in order to confuse the police, Zhou Yang's gloves were dragged off, and then his hand was stained on the remote control and his fingerprints, and then the gloves were put back on him.

Outsmart oneself...

While looking at the information, Yang Zhiwen recalled the details when he first came, and the clues seemed to be automatically connected and pieced together into a short piece of the movie.

That day, Zhou Yang wore glasses and was accompanied by two other people, but for some reason, the other two people killed him.

Zhou Yang and the two people walked into the warehouse, the cold wind kept hitting the room, and the cold wind mixed with the rain kept blowing, Zhou Yang leaned back against the door, and finally closed the door.

"It's really bad these days, isn't it?" Zhou Yang looked at the two fierce men next to him, and kept greeting. "I want you... Don't let this bad weather get you down, let's talk about something... Let's talk..."

The two big men didn't pay attention to him, but pushed Zhou Yang, Zhou Yang smiled undeniably, although he himself also maintained the habit of exercising all year round, but he still looked weak with the two strong men next to him.

One of the men found his footprints on the floor of the warehouse, took the rag next to him, wiped the shoes clean, and handed them to the others.

Then, they strolled to Zhou Yang's room in the warehouse.

It wasn't a big room, the walls were gray and only eight or nine square meters, and the door to this room was so small that it wasn't always possible for two people to pass side by side, so they had to walk in one after another.

Although the room is not large, there are a lot of elegant artworks in it. The style is like Van Gogh's huge oil painting, imitation of Venus with a broken arm, and there are rows and rows of handicrafts such as hand-made models on the cabinet next to it.

And Zhou Yang was naturally directly pushed into the room by the two big men behind him, Zhou Yang shrugged his shoulders undeniably, and spread his hands out helplessly.

The two big men saw that Zhou Yang had already entered, so they followed one after another, and at this moment, the two of them found that in this room, there was a wooden Western-style table, on which a computer was placed steadily, and there was a small trash can next to it.

Materials: oil paintings, traces of movement, traces of handling...

Yang Zhiwen followed the clues and moved forward, the incoherent clues were intertwined, and the picture in his mind gradually became clear.

"Hey, dude, what do you think I have to do?" Of the two men, one of the taller men spoke, then put his hand on his chin and turned his head, crackling his spine. It seemed that he was angry, "The money you said shouldn't be these inferior counterfeit artworks!" ”

"Humph!" The other man, who was slightly shorter than just now in stature and height, snorted coldly and looked at Zhou Yang with angry eyes.

"emm..."Zhou Yang shook his head, looked at the two people stupidly, and then made a move, pressing the two people's mindless behavior on the ground and rubbing it.

Yang Zhiwen also walked lightly to the side of the oil painting, and then took out a flashlight from his pants pocket, and the white light shone on the wall and the oil painting, the light was very bright, so he also observed it very clearly.

The dust on the frame of the painting has been wiped off, the wall and the border have been rubbed, and incidentally this wall is thicker than the other three sides of the room.

In his mind, he had already deduced something.

Zhou Yang walked to the wall lightly, and gently touched the frame of the oil painting hanging on the wall with his hand, this move was seen by the two men, and the two of them seemed to realize that they had just owed their IQ, and then looked at each other with a slightly embarrassed expression.

The two men standing behind Zhou Yang crossed their hands on their chests and watched Zhou Yang. I saw Zhou Yang push the frame of the oil painting hanging on the wall a little harder, and the oil painting rotated to the left at 90 degrees clockwise. The two men looked closely at the large canvas and found an all-metal black safe embedded in the wall.

The two men looked at each other, then nodded slightly, and then said nothing. The safe was a bit like the World War II swivel safe, with a pyramid-shaped set of roulette wheels on the outside, with a small roulette wheel on the largest wheel, and then a smaller roulette wheel, for a total of five roulette wheels from the largest to the smallest.

The first wheel has a diameter of 12 centimeters, there are more than 100 numbers on the dial, and each smaller wheel after that is 1.5 centimeters smaller in diameter than the previous one, and there are 20 fewer number axes on the dial.

At this moment, Yang Shiwen stood in front of the oil screen, rotating 90 degrees clockwise to the left along the traces of friction between the wall and the frame, and the black safe was revealed in front of him. Bother! ”

I saw Yang Zhiwen's side face sticking to the side of the safe lock, and his fingers kept moving each roulette wheel.

And Yang Shiwen's way, this is the best way to deal with this kind of safe, as long as you move your fingers fast enough, and do the force of pulling open the door of the safe for a while, the safe can be opened.

The principle is similar to the combination lock on your elementary school stationery bag, or the combination lock on the diary, although I am talking about the kind of three or four small roulette combination locks, and the numbers are only from 0 to 10, but you only need to press and hold the switch to quickly tap the three roulette wheels, then there is a chance to get the right lock combination in an instant.

The only difference between these two types of locks is that the combination lock that Yang Zhiwen is deciphering now has more numbers, more roulette, and more solid, and cannot be disassembled.

And this kind of 'common sense of life' is a necessary survival skill for every child living in the slums, just as it is normal to memorize a ninety-nine multiplication table in elementary school.

The slender fingers flapped quickly on the roulette, and the crackling sound was endless in an instant, although he now has a girlfriend and his strength has not been fully exerted, but Yang Zhiwen is also a potential player who has been single for 20 years, even if he does not have Kato Hawk's nine successes, but seventy percent is indeed not a problem.

Four or five minutes passed, Yang Zhiwen's fingers were no longer as fast as just now, and the entire palm began to be red and swollen because of the rapid slapping, and finally in the rapid rotation of the roulette, the insurance office made a "pop" sound, and the lockbox was opened from the inside out.