After letting go of his brother-in-law on Friday, Xia Liang completely lost the direction of the investigation.

Although Zhu Ansheng had warned him not to participate in this matter anymore, Xia Liang had no intention of watching the play as a good child.

If he was really so timid and fearful, after experiencing the disappearance of his sister seven years ago, he would not have had the courage to apply for the police academy again.

He knew that his brother-in-law was much more mature and capable than he had - and what he had experienced was far heavier than he had imagined.

But that doesn't mean he's going to sit on the sidelines.

That night, he ran back to the police station, dug through all the photo files related to the Huangsha murder case, and looked through them one by one, trying to find some clues hidden in them.

Why was my brother-in-law's expression so shocked after seeing that strange schoolgirl?

The secret must be hidden in the depths of these clues.

Thinking so, he ignored the dissuasion of his colleagues and fought at his desk at night until dawn.

When he woke up, it was noon the next day.

"Wake up, Old Xia."

Zhao Gang shook him up from his seat, and a down jacket slipped off his shoulder.

"What time is it, you didn't stay up all night yesterday, did you?"

Xia Liang rubbed his red eyes, his consciousness had not yet returned, and he said in a daze:

I squinted for a moment...... What time is it? ”

"Twelve."

Xia Liang sat up straight and widened his eyes: "I just squinted for a while, why is it ......gone in three hours?"

"You slept for hours? Crazy, right? What spurred you on? ”

"Nothing."

Xia Liang shook his head and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash his face. He saw the down jacket that had fallen on the ground and picked it up.

"Yours? Thank you. ”

Zhao Gang glanced at it and waved his hand:

"Not mine. Xing's team. ”

Xia Liang was stunned.

"Team Xing said, today our group will go to Tianhe for another field investigation, if you don't have any energy, you can go home and rest."

"No, you don't."

Zhao Gang looked at him, scratched the back of his head, and asked again:

"What, I checked the documents all night yesterday, did you find anything?"

"I think it might have something to do with Fu Yinger's reading of the light of the beginning...... But the specifics were not found. ”

"Hikatsu? What does it matter if the fledgling light can be used? ”

Xia Liang was silent and shook his head again. He didn't want to say that it was because of Zhu Ansheng's speculation.

Zhao Gang stared at him for a while, then sighed and lowered his voice:

"I said Lao Xia, you can save some snacks. If you take 10,000 steps back, even if you can't find the murderer, there will be no big consequences. Fu Sizhe is a person who no one loves and no one loves...... It's not a good husband......"

Xia Liang shook his head again, frowned, and said:

"It has nothing to do with who the deceased was. Even if the deceased is a vicious fellow, we should find out the truth. ”

"Okay, okay, don't tell me anything. We're going to leave for Tianhe now, are you going? ”

Xia Liang stood up and said "Cheng".

"Then drive your car."

"Hmm." Xia Liang then reached out and took it out of his pocket, and the expression on his face gradually froze.

"Wait...... What about my wallet? ”

……

Recalling yesterday's experience carefully, Xia Liang realized that his brother-in-law was rude to him in the car, and he had bad intentions at all.

's own wallet, most of which is to let him give it to him.

Why did Zhu Ansheng take his own wallet? He thought of the police card in his wallet, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

So, he temporarily changed his mind and took a colleague's hitchhike to Tianhe, where they went to investigate the scene, and he took a detour to the Shahe Welfare Institute.

To be unmixed himself, he can understand. But what is it that stole all of his wallets?

With a little resentment, Xia Liang rushed to the door of Ansheng's office in a hurry, didn't even ring the doorbell, and slammed the door a few times.

No one answered.

"Brother-in-law? Brother-in-law! You come out for me! ”

"Is my wallet in your hand?"

Xia Liang shouted a few times, then took out his mobile phone to dial Zhu Ansheng's number, and only received a busy signal.

He was so angry that he reached out and pulled the doorknob, pressed down, and the door was unlocked, and it opened directly.

His center of gravity was unsteady and he almost threw himself into the garbage heap next to the door.

"Brother-in-law?"

Xia Liang relieved himself and walked to the office.

It's still the same inside as it was a week ago, and it's messy.

But in any case, Zhu Ansheng didn't even lock the door before going out, which was too careless.

He sighed, walked around the litter on the floor, and into the reception room.

The reception room was still full of waste paper, Xia Liang grinned, but found that the flask on the table was actually washed clean, and some transparent liquid was being contained inside, and an unpleasant smell penetrated the tip of his nose.

His brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

That's the taste of chloroform.

Chloroform...... It was the hypnotic drugs used by the killers to attack security guard Liu Zhongwei and aquatic product owner Zhang Jianhong.

What the hell is my brother-in-law doing?

What did he investigate on the night and day he disappeared?

Where is he now? Why is the door not locked?

More and more doubts climbed into Xia Liang's heart, and he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

He unfastened the consule of the pistol on his waist, cautiously exited the reception room, quietly walked around the living room a few times, did not find anything wrong, and set his eyes on Zhu Ansheng's bedroom.

The bedroom door was closed.

Xia Liang never went in.

He walked through the corridor and slowly opened the bedroom door, glancing roughly through the crack in the door.

Bed sheets were stacked in a mess, and beer cans had been trampled on the floor. Although it was already afternoon, the sunlight still could not penetrate the deep black curtains, making the whole room reveal a dark temperament.

The air was filled with the smell of chemical gases, and Xia Liang inexplicably felt that his throat was a little dry and hoarse, and he instinctively felt uncomfortable.

Zhu Ansheng should have been in the office not long ago.

Otherwise, these messy smells should have evaporated a long time ago.

Xia Liang narrowed his eyes and shouted tentatively:

"Brother-in-law?"

As soon as he spoke, he was startled by his own voice.

The voice didn't seem to come from itself, it was a little thicker than I remembered.

"Could it be because ......of this smell?"

Xia Liang muttered, covering his nose with his hand, and slowly moved his hand to the side of the holster.

It stands to reason that if Zhu Ansheng was still in the house, even if he slept as a dead pig, he would have woken him up, but until now, he has not heard any response.

Xia Liang thought of the chloroform in the reception room again, and a feeling of uneasiness came to his heart, and for a while, even the atmosphere of this room became weird.

"Where the hell did this smell come from......

He walked slowly backwards out of the bedroom, the strange smell of chemicals fading.

This means that the smell is coming from the bedroom.

But Zhu Ansheng's bedroom is not big, and it can even be said that the moment he enters the door, it is already clear at a glance. There are no chemicals in sight that can give off the smell.

Xia Liang thought about it, and his heart beat suddenly. Squinting his eyes, he walked into the room again, pulled out his pistol, opened the safety bolt, and walked to the closet in front of the wall at the end of the bedroom.

He frowned and slowly pulled the closet open.

There were no clothes inside.

The wall that connects to the back has been opened.

There was a secret passage in the closet that led to the next room.

Xia Liang's heart was surprised. He always knew that the room next door to Ansheng's office was unoccupied, but he never thought that this was also Zhu Ansheng's handiwork.

What has my brother-in-law been hiding from himself all these years?

What does the phrase "you can't solve" mean?

What does the original sentence "Justice can't save your sister" represent?

Countless doubts filled Xia Liang's mind, he hesitated again and again, gritted his teeth, and decided to find out.

Stepping over the large hole in the wall, you will see a shocking dark red, accompanied by a strange smell that is getting stronger and stronger.

The dark red did not come from the walls themselves, but from a few lamps in the corners, which Xia Liang vaguely sensed might be the ultraviolet rays that the police often use when collecting fingerprints.

The walls of this room, except for the load-bearing walls, have been opened, and it looks unusually spacious.

Several walls are covered with various photographs, mostly portraits. Xia Liang took a closer look and didn't see much special.

He thought that Zhu Ansheng's job was a private detective, and he often had to help people investigate the whereabouts of some others, or take photos secretly, and his heart was a little abrupt.

But...... If it's just a candid photo...... Is it really necessary to be so secretive?

He walked through the middle hallway and into the deeper rooms. He sensed that the smell was coming from the front.

He couldn't tell if the smell was poisonous, and if it was, maybe Zhu Ansheng was already in a coma. He thought about it, took off his police uniform again, covered his mouth and nose, and then continued to walk inside.

Passing through the door, the only remaining dark red light was swallowed up.

In this room at the end, there is a palpitating darkness.

Xia Liang held a gun in one hand, took out his mobile phone from his pocket with the other, and turned on the flashlight, illuminating the pattern in this room.

There are no amazing scenes.

It looks like a normal studio.

He turned his head to look for the wall, and soon felt for the switch on the lamp. After flipping the switch, the chandelier in the room flickered, emitting a dim glow, making the room look all around.

He looked around, went straight to the workbench opposite, looked up at the whiteboard on the wall covered with various notes and photos, and slowly, widened his eyes.

In the center of the stacked sticky notes, there was a photo of a woman.

The head of the ball, the temperament is cold, the skin is white like snow, the eyes are like knives, and the glamorous and sharp temperament are mixed together.

She didn't look at the camera, the photo was taken candidly.

But this is not the reason why Xia Liang was surprised.

He suddenly realized that although his temperament and appearance were very different, his iconic facial features could not be changed - it was indeed the long-haired female student who appeared in Fu Yinger on Friday's day after school.

Why did Zhu Ansheng secretly take photos of this woman?

What does she have to do with this case?

Countless questions came to mind. Xia Liang propped his hand on the workbench and got closer to observe carefully:

In addition to the girl, there were many pictures of different people, men and women, young and old, and there was nothing special about the appearance alone.

He reached out and lifted a photo of a rugged-looking man in the corner, with the name of the man marked underneath.

Zhang Ruowen.

There is also a puzzling line at the bottom:

"Lala".

"It's ......"

Xia Liang raised his eyebrows, and suddenly discovered some clues hidden in the whiteboard. He put down his pistol, stepped onto the desk, held the whiteboard in both hands, and carefully removed it.

Behind the whiteboard, there are a lot of hidden photos.

None of these photos look like they were taken by humans, they are mostly screenshots of surveillance footage, or records of some news reports, which are clearly different from the information on the whiteboard.

Xia Liang stared at these photos in silence, and gradually, he discovered something strange.

Although these photos hidden under the whiteboard are not the same time and place -

In each photo, people wearing different clothes, doing different jobs, and even having different genders seem to ...... All over his face with bandages.

Xia Liang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

The next moment, his eyes widened suddenly, he arched himself, copied the pistol on the table, and turned around in an instant with all his might—

Before the gun in his hand was aimed, a black shadow in his sight was already shooting at him like an arrow, the trigger was pulled, the bullet shot into the air, and it grazed the edge of the chandelier, and the huge impact caused the chandelier to shake, and the whole room became bright and dark.

The man used a terrifying momentum to deliver a precise knee to his spleen, followed by a left-hook that broke the air.

Xia Liang felt a sharp pain, his throat was fishy, and his nasal cavity was also hot.

Years of experience in training at the Police Academy have made him far more tolerant of pain than ordinary people, and he has not yet fainted.

His vision was blurred, and he turned the muzzle of the gun to shoot again, but the man reached out again, grabbed Xia Liang's upper arm, and smashed his left arm on Xia Liang's elbow joint.

Xia Liang snorted in pain, and the pistol flew out of his hand. He bit the tip of his tongue, pulled himself together, rolled with all his strength, and threw himself on the chair in front of the desk, knocking the chair to pieces, but it was also out of the man's pursuit.

He ignored his dislocated right hand, picked up the leg of the chair on the ground with his left hand, and swung it horizontally in the direction of the person in his memory with his consciousness, hitting the next three ways.

But the man seemed to have expected this, and he didn't give Xia Liang room to mediate at all, and while taking a step back, he picked up the pen holder on the table and threw it at Xia Liang.

The ceramic pen holder slammed into the corner of Xia Liang's eyes and shattered instantly. Xia Liang snorted in pain again, his face was full of blood flowing wantonly, he was also stimulated by blood, and at this juncture of fighting for his life, he couldn't care about the pain at all.

His eyes were blood-red, and he couldn't see the person in front of him clearly, so he roared angrily and rushed forward, the legs of his chair swinging wide open and closing, using all his dead strength.

In the flickering light, the man seemed to be able to see everything in the room clearly, and he didn't make any big dodge movements at all, turning sideways, twisting his waist, retreating, tilting his head, and every time he dodged Xia Liang's swing just right.

His whole person was like a ghost, his body was lower, through Xia Liang's armpits, hugged his lower back, shoveled his left foot, shoveled Xia Liang's whole person to the ground, and used the skill of grappling to press Xia Liang's arm, and pulled out a dagger with a cold light from his lower waist and pressed it against the back of Xia Liang's neck.

Xia Liang's face was pressed against the cold floor, and he coughed twice, blood flowing from his mouth.

"Are you...... What's ......?"

The dagger on the back of the neck was cold and piercing. Accompanied by the man's voice:

"I ask, you answer."

Xia Liang's eyes widened suddenly, and the anger in his eyes turned into endless confusion and horror in an instant.

The man grabbed him by the shoulder, turned him over, and pressed his knee against his lower abdomen, and the dagger against Xia Liang's chin.

The faltering chandelier gradually stabilized.

Under the dim light, it was clearly Zhu Ansheng's figure.

"Brother-in-law......?"

Xia Liang was full of disbelief. But before he could finish speaking, the dagger pierced the skin of his chin again.

"I ask, you answer."

Zhu Ansheng's tone was indifferent. His eyes were even more indifferent. is so indifferent that he doesn't look like the Zhu Ansheng that Xia Liang has known in the past ten years. He felt something in the depths of his consciousness crumble silently.

Xia Liang didn't speak, waiting for his next step.

Zhu Ansheng said coldly:

"When you were ten years old, your sister Xia Meiling carried you home because you threw a slipper into the gutter. That day, you originally wanted Xia Meiling to take you to buy something, what was it? ”

Xia Liang was silent for a few seconds and said:

"Toy store in front of the school, new yo-yos."

Zhu Ansheng didn't have any expression on his face, and continued to ask:

"You told me that you did a very humiliating thing in your hometown when you were a child, what is it?"

Xia Liang frowned, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and said helplessly:

"When I was eight years old, I regarded other people's ancestral graves as my own ancestral graves and worshiped for a long time."

Zhu Ansheng asked again:

"How old was the first time you were bumped into by me with a sneaky sleeve?"

Xia Liang was stunned:

"Brother-in-law, what are you asking for? ……”

"Answer me!" Zhu Ansheng's tone suddenly stiffened a little, and the dagger was once again in his skin.

Xia Liangsheng closed his eyes without love, pursed his lips, and after a while, said:

"Seventeen."

Both fell into a long silence.

After a while, Xia Liang felt the cold feeling on his neck slowly disappear.

He opened his eyes and saw Zhu Ansheng squeezing out a heartless smile on his face, and grabbed his hair:

"Ahaha...... The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. I thought you were who, but it turned out to be my brother-in-law. ”

Saying that, Zhu Ansheng eagerly and thoughtfully helped him up from the ground, sat down on the sofa outside, and was busy giving him ice and bandages, and the heartache looked like his brother-in-law was beaten by someone else.

Zhu Ansheng connected his dislocated right arm again, and with the sound of "click" joint realignment, Xia Liang gasped in pain.

"Sit down, sit for a while, brother-in-law will get you an aspirin." Zhu Ansheng rubbed his hands and walked out of the room with a hippie smile.

From beginning to end, Xia Liang kept staring at Zhu Ansheng with very strange eyes.

There are too many things he doesn't understand.