Late at night.

Fu Cheng, who was innocently framed, was sleeping soundly on the soft bed in the luxury suite of Zhongshan Mansion, and Fang Ziyu stared at the surveillance screen, with mixed emotions and a lot of emotion.

When he went out, he was worried and worried. When he was at home, he would often spend the night in the gaming room, going into another world to fight or study.

Seeing Fu Cheng sleeping like a baby, Fang Ziyu remembered that he seemed to have not slept well like that for a long time.

People are really strange, Fang Ziyu thought to himself, even if he was fully rested and full of energy, he would still miss the taste of sleeping lazy occasionally.

"It's probably the most soundly he's slept since he entered college."

Seeing Fang Ziyu's complicated expression, Jiang Lan seized the opportunity to open the topic.

"It's not surprising, I touched Fu Cheng's situation, he was an orphan and didn't have a good life for a few days. After entering university, I had to work part-time while studying, and it was very hard to make ends meet. It is estimated that every night he dragged his tired body to bed, and he had to think about how to walk tomorrow, and he couldn't sleep well. ”

"It's different now, his life is threatened, his studies can be put aside for the time being, this time the stimulation is too great, and he can't struggle, so he just empty his head and sleep. He had never slept in such a good room before, and there was no one next to him who smoked, drank and played games, so he naturally slept soundly. ”

Taking the initiative to explain is not Jiang Lan's style, Fang Ziyu could hear that he was covering up, but he did not pursue it.

It's nothing more than feeding Fu Cheng some sleeping pills, and it's better to let Fu Cheng sleep soundly, otherwise he will have to send someone to keep an eye on him, wasting human resources.

"Smoking."

Fang Ziyu grabbed the cigarette case on the coffee table, threw a red river to Jiang Lan, threw out the lighter by the way, and then put another one in his mouth.

He learned to smoke with President Yang in the game, President Yang likes to smoke Hongjiang, but there is no Hongjiang in the real world, so Fang Ziyu used the similarity of the name as the selection criterion and bought a bag of Honghe.

The taste may not be the same, but in the eyes of Fang Ziyu, a new smoker, there is no difference.

It's all a taste, choking.

When he was a child, Fang Ziyu hated the smell of smoke very much, and every time he inhaled second-hand smoke, he had to have half a day with his father, and there were no two sugar gourds that were not good.

Later, when I got older, I was no longer disgusted, but I didn't have the heart to try, because I knew that this thing was harmful to my body, so I naturally stayed away, take care of my body to continue fighting, how can I play a good game when I am sick?

But now I started smoking for some reason, why? Fang Ziyu himself didn't know.

It may not be President Yang, who imitates the young and old, nor does it necessarily like the choking smell of tobacco burning.

It may not be a sign of maturity, nor does it necessarily mean that you want to use it to show that you have experienced vicissitudes.

It's just that when you feel overburdened, if you have a cigarette with green silk floating between your fingers, it will be easier to think about problems.

"You've started smoking?"

Seeing Fang Ziyu pick up a cigarette with an unfamiliar movement, Jiang Lan was taken aback, and asked nonsense unusually.

Fang Ziyu snorted and didn't answer the words.

Jiang Lan lit the cigarette butt, took a deep breath, spit the cigarette to the side with his head sideways, and then diligently stretched out his hand to light the cigarette for Fang Ziyu.

The sound of a rattling ignition was a bit harsh in the silent room, especially when Jiang Lan found that there was no flame.

It's really not the right time for this firebolt to break.

"I'll go to the front desk of the hotel and ask if there are any matches." Jiang Lan said, and was about to get up, but Fang Ziyu said no, dodged the cigarette in Jiang Lan's hand, and leaned in front of his face to light his cigarette butt with a secret fire.

Jiang Lan was stunned, I don't know if he was surprised by Fang Ziyu's skillful cigarette lighting action, or surprised by the accuracy of Fang Ziyu's cigarette grabbing action.

Two men, who are seven years apart, finally found something to do together, sitting in a small room with very poor ventilation and spitting clouds, and in a short time creating an artificial smog area.

What is more suffocating than the smoke is the silence that seems to be unbreakable, Jiang Lan will glance at Fang Ziyu from time to time, and always feel that this depression is not pretending to be deep, but he can't figure out what happened, so that Fang Ziyu suddenly has such a big change.

Waiting for the last small piece of cigarette ash to bounce into the disposable paper cup, Fang Ziyu finally spoke.

"Poisoner, have you found it?"

"There is progress, but it will take some time." Jiang Lan was even more addicted to smoking, and after smoking one, he lit one again, "Since it is a scapegoat, there is always a rule to follow, I can probably guess who it is, but I can't find anyone for the time being." That audacious foreign organization......"

"Ouroboros."

"Oh, Ouroboros is not going to be able to send him out of the country. He may still be in Los Angeles waiting for Ouroboros to be contacted, or he may have changed his face and fled to a township where there are not as many surveillance cameras. ”

"Is there any evidence in hand now to prove Fu Cheng's innocence?"

"Not yet." Jiang Lan shook his head and stopped talking.

Fang Ziyu knew what he was going to say, he had no official status, no law enforcement powers, and he was obsessed with chasing down the drug offenders, which inevitably led to a dilemma.

Even if there is no evidence in hand to prove Fu Cheng's innocence, Fu Cheng can be sent to the police station, and the criminal police and prosecutors with experience and conscience will not make a hasty verdict.

But the problem is that Fu Cheng's memory must be erased, otherwise it will definitely bring trouble to Fang Ziyu, but if the memory is erased, how can Fu Cheng say it clearly?

Suddenly losing the memory of a week can scare him enough, sitting in the interrogation room of the criminal police brigade, being accused by the police of poisoning, presumably Fu Cheng is even more frightened.

And Fu Cheng's anomaly will most likely be regarded as pretending to be stupid by the criminal police, which further increases his suspicion.

Fang Ziyu thought seriously for a while and asked, "If you catch someone, will you definitely be sentenced to death?" ”

"According to Xiong Wei, this is not the first time that this person has been poisoned, as long as we can catch someone, even if the Los Angeles criminal police are not capable enough, we can ask Zhang Kuang or other private detectives to collect materials. Therefore, if it is handed over to the court for sentencing, the death penalty will not run. However, the collection of evidence, the collation of materials, the trial in court, and the final execution, these formalities go through one by one, which will allow him to live for a while longer. ”

"Oh. Give you two more days, I will give you some help, it is best to catch people, if it really doesn't work, find a way to prompt the criminal police in charge of this case and let them investigate. ”

"If you catch it, what do you do with it?"

"Let's see how much evidence you can collect, and by the way, check the foundation of the city prosecutor's office and the court, and look over the verdicts of those previous vicious criminal cases. If it can be ensured that he will be sentenced to death and that it will be carried out immediately, then even someone will pack up the evidence and send it to the criminal police team. ”

"And if you can't?"

"Then let him evaporate from the world, as long as there is evidence to prove Fu Cheng's innocence."

Fang Ziyu waved his hand happily.