On the way back, she often had to turn her head to look at him, then twist back and smile sweetly.

"What's wrong?" He asked curiously.

"You're so good-looking." She told the truth.

"There are a lot of people who look better than me, what if they show up. What about ten years from now? I'm old and blessed, what should I do. ”

It turns out that men will think the same way, she sighed in her heart. I thought it was only for women.

She didn't want to swear by anything fanciful, because she didn't know. She hasn't experienced it yet, so can't talk nonsense. And he won't believe in the good words he says casually, he may just want her to think about this and treat this problem.

"All I know is that right now, you're the best-looking person I've ever met. By the way, there's something I'd like to tell you first. Team Leader Jin said that he didn't need my help in Jiang's enterprise. But today, I'm back to work. I want to stay. Han Chengyu always bombarded me to leave, and he didn't say why, it seemed to be a place where demons and monsters haunted. The more I did this, the more curious I became. Besides, there is also a problem with my friends. ”

Of course, the biggest reason is that you are there to investigate the case, and I want to have the opportunity to get to know you. She thought so in her heart, but she didn't say it, worried about putting pressure on him. "So can I be there?" She asked, staring at him.

He seemed to be thinking about it carefully.

"If you really want to stay, stay. But what is given to you must not be forgotten. Do not involve any incident in the company, and be careful to prevent danger. Feel free to contact me, okay? ”

In this world, the most powerful weapon should be gentleness.

A person like her, who is indifferent and has no words or expressions in front of strangers, is about to melt in front of him.

The car was parked in the underground parking lot, and he dropped her upstairs.

"Don't you blame me?"

He looked at her with those affectionate eyes. She remembered that when he was in school, he looked at her like that.

She quickly avoided looking at each other.

You can't push half-way, you can't push half-push, half-push and half-push feel very reluctant, you have to let him take the initiative.

He will take the initiative, just like he did in school. So you can't be in a hurry, you have to wait.

With a bang, she closed the door.

Didn't answer him.

Cui Bigao was locked up in a small room.

A wooden door with a thin texture of wallpaper on the wall, an old style from decades ago. It was originally pink or light blue, dotted with small flowers, but now it fades and looks yellow. Either there is a big bag bulging inside, or it starts from the top part and falls down the whole piece.

The ceiling of the unglued wallpaper is black, I don't know if it's a smudge or a mold stain.

Directly opposite the door is a writing desk and a wooden chair. There is a small window above the desk that lets in light and cannot be opened, and the room is still underlit.

To the left of the entrance is the bed.

The bed has no headboard and does not look like a sturdy plank. The bed had dirty, old, tattered sheets and bedding, light blue. The desks and chairs are made of old-fashioned broken wood and painted yellow, which is nothing special except for the smooth shine that has been used for too long.

The room is small, and apart from the above-mentioned equipment, the remaining space can barely stand for 5 adult males without looking crowded.

Cui Bigao was in the space where he could stand for five adults, leaning against the wall.

The hands were tied behind their backs, the ankles of the legs were tied with colored tape, and the mouth was supposed to be a small piece of the same adhesive tape.

He didn't know where it was, and guessed that it was either a hotel or a dormitory.

Occasionally, there is movement outside the door, which is not particularly distinct, and the room should be in a remote location such as a corner.

He didn't know exactly what time it was, it was getting close to dusk.

When night fell again, it would be his second night here.

At the same time.

Che Song River wanders back and forth in a neighborhood near the university town.

According to the address of District 29 No. 3 on the registration of persons, it is here and there is no wrong.

When I came to take a look, I realized that No. 3 is a building. Which household is not clear.

Most of the people who come and go in the community are students.

Do you want to ask someone or what to do?

Think about it, go back and find Han Chengyu, isn't it his junior brother.

I really can't find it, and when the time comes, I will report it missing.

But this trip was not in vain. When she was buying drinks at the small shop at the entrance of the community, she clearly saw Liu Shaoji get out of the business car with a familiar security guard.

She hurriedly took out sunglasses from her handbag that could cover half of her face, and casually fished out an advertising color page from the store and flipped through it.

It seems that they don't know the specific location, and they circled the building several times in ten minutes.

The movement of the key to open the door lock was relatively rough, and Cui Bigao was not subjected to other more cruel abuses except for a few slaps on his face and hunger and thirst.

"Still haven't you said?" The man outside the door asked.

It's the voice of a young man.

"Nope." The man at the door replied.

There was silence for a moment.

When the door opened, Cui Bigao could hear the sound of construction sites smashing things.

"He can't get what we want, so throw it out for him." The footsteps faded away.

A moment later, Cui Bigao saw again, the only dark-skinned man he had seen since he had been robbed here, and the man rudely poured him half a bottle of water.

When he woke up again, he found himself in the middle of nowhere.

He thought he seemed to have been kicked awake, and a dog barked in the distance.

Che Songhe climbed to the bay window again at night, holding a photo of going to Zhang Xiaoya's house with Han Chengyu in his hand.

I can't see these words on the wall clearly, and what kind of words are almost there? The total film is more than enough to see what it feels like.

Shuyan's phone called. "Hey, hey, Che Minister! Cui Bigao's phone call went through! ”

Han Chengyu's personal law firm.

Two-bedroom commercial and residential apartments.

Outside writing desk, small four-seater conference table for entertaining guests. There is a cabinet for storing archives and materials in the inner room, and a three-person sofa against the wall.

Concise, concise, concise. Black, black, black.

There is nothing that is useless. but whatever appears will be useful.

The one-room room opposite the office corridor was originally Xu Shanya's secretary's room for her office. Inside, there is a refrigerator against the wall to store fruits and vegetables for entertaining guests. Pantry supplies are also available.

Now the door is locked, temporarily vacant.

There was only one floor lamp in the office.

Han Chengyu leaned on the edge of the front of the desk, clasping his hands on his chest.

"Who is it, you don't know?"

"I don't know." Cui Bigao spoke like an endorsement. He sat at the small round table, and the marks of the slap were clearly visible.

"Features? Accent? What do you ask? ”

"Ask where the information is. There's a very dark-looking old man I've seen, and nothing else. I said I didn't know what the information was. He asked several more times, but it wasn't, and he was beaten and kicked a few times. ”

"Where?"

"What's the place you ask? Where are you tied? He looked up at the senior. I don't know where it is, it's in tatters, I feel like a dorm. The kind of abandoned factory dormitory that no one lives in. There was also the sound of construction sites smashing around. The place where it was taken away is home! ”