Shen Zezhi was amused by him, he picked up the teapot on the table and refilled Ji Ziyue: "I met with that person today." ◎，.23←wx.”

"How's it going?" Noriko asked.

Shen Zezhi smiled: "You also know this person." ”

Kiko was puzzled: "I know me too?" It won't be Yuanning. ”

Shen Zezhi shook his head: "No, it's He Lang." Do you remember him? ”

Ji Ziyue nodded: "Of course I remember, he took great pains to avenge his third uncle." In the end, he put Su Qi in prison. When he said this, he was a little puzzled: "He is from the Nine Places?" Is it okay for him to do that? ”

Shen Zezhi smiled and said: "From a legal point of view, everything he did did did not violate the law. ”

Kiko thought for a while and said, "Rub the edge." ”

"Yes, He Lang is not simple. I didn't expect him to be from the Nine Divisions. But if you think about it, there were actually clues before, but we didn't notice it. At that time, I should have thought of this person when I checked this person. "Shen Ze's way.

Ji Ziyue looked at him: "You mean that Qi Jian is also a person from the ninth place?" ”

Shen Zezhi nodded.

Shen Zezhi and Ji Ziyue left after eating, Shen Zezhi's identity this time was an investigator of the National Security Department No. 9, and the documents he carried with him were also from the No. 9 Department. According to Shen Yuzhi, he gave him the same permissions as himself. It can be said that in Rongcheng, except for those things that are too confidential, he can access any information.

After returning to the hotel, Shen Zezhi pushed open the door and observed, the people in the hotel were okay, no one came in during his absence, he walked to the window and looked at the window on the opposite side, the lights of the house were already on. It seems that the host has returned.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, He Lang came to the hotel to take Shen Zezhi out, and after getting to the car, He Lang asked, "Do you go to see the corpse first or go to the scene of death first?" ”

Shen Zezhi thought for a while: "Let's go to the scene of the crime." ”

He Lang drove Shen Zezhi to Zhang Zhiheng's house, where no one was allowed to come casually, but He Lang had already arranged it.

Zhang Zhiheng's home is ordinary, in a community in the south of Rongcheng City, the community looks like it has been around for some years, but it has done a good job in both management and greening. Zhang Zhiheng lives on the 7th floor, a house of more than 140 square meters.

Pushing open the door, the living room still looked relatively tidy, He Lang looked around, and then walked to the room where Zhang Zhiheng died, his study.

Zhang Zhiheng's study looks like a researcher, and there is a large bookshelf on the wall facing the door, which is full of books, and in front of the bookshelf is a very large desk, on which there are computers and some documents and other things. But now the desk looks messy, and it looks like it's turned over.

He Lang followed Shen Zezhi, he pointed to the place next to the desk and said, "Zhang Zhiheng died in this place, and the murder weapon was a telephone line." Shen Zezhi saw the phone on the desk without a telephone line.

Shen Zezhi walked to the inside of the desk, and the structure of the desk was still relatively traditional. There are three drawers on the upper floor, and a cabinet on the left and right sides of the lower floor, all with locks on them. But now that all the locks have been opened, Shen Zezhi opened the drawer on the left, and there were several notebooks inside. Shen Zezhi took it out and opened it to read, he remembered that it was all more professional things, it looked like an excerpt, and the number and title of the book were noted under each paragraph, and there was still time.

Shen Zezhi turned a few pages and turned to look at the bookshelf behind, he found that there were also numbers on the bookshelf, Shen Zezhi compared, the number here is the number on the shelf, it seems that the excerpted books here are the books on the bookshelf.

Shen Zezhi flipped through these notebooks, and he flipped to the top one, which recorded the events from last year to this year.

Shen Zezhi asked, "When did this plan start?" ”

He Lang thought for a moment: "It started five years ago. ”

Five years ago, Shen Zezhi looked for a notebook from five years ago, and then he quickly found a problem: "The notebook here is one missing." ”

He Lang frowned: "What? ”

"Judging from the time recorded in the notebook, these notebooks happened to start six years ago, basically one a year, but now there are only five notebooks, and all of them from six years ago are missing from five years ago." Shen Ze's way.

He Lang said: "Could it be that Zhang Zhiheng took it?" Or did the police take it? ”

Shen Zezhi shook his head: "I don't think it's possible, first of all, these notebooks correspond to the books on the bookshelf in the back, and they are basically useless when they are taken elsewhere." As for the police, they don't know the reason for Zhang Zhiheng's killing, and they don't know the plan they started five years ago, so what reason do they have to just want that notebook from five years ago? ”

He Lang thought for a moment and said, "So you suspect that the murderer took this notebook, and he found the plan from this notebook?" ”

Shen Zezhi: "If my speculation is not wrong, then this person is at least a professional in this area." ”

He Lang asked, "Could it be someone from the research institute?" ”

Shen Zezhi thought for a while: "It's possible, but it won't be someone who is directly involved in this plan." ”

He Lang quickly understood: "So you suspect that there is more than one person in the institute who has a problem. ”

Shen Zezhi nodded: "Yes, if this is the case, then the experimental results that the institute has lost over the years are definitely not only this one." ”

He Lang also began to frown: "I reported this matter to my superiors." ”

Shen Zezhi nodded, and the two of them checked for a while, and then went to the coroner's room of the Public Security Bureau to see Zhang Zhiheng's body, and the two went back to rest separately when it was dark.

Early the next morning, Ji Ziyue came to work at the research institute, and when he entered the door, he happened to meet Song Kun, the current acting director. Song Kun seems to be a kind person, but he is not exactly a scientific researcher. Because the former director Zhang Zhiheng died suddenly, he was transferred from another unit, and he was obviously more tactful than most people in terms of personnel relations.

"Xiao Ji, I forgot to ask you yesterday, have you found a place to live? Are there any difficulties in life? If you have any difficulties, you will be able to tell the leader, and we will definitely help you solve them. Song Kun asked.

Ji Ziyue lifted the frame of his glasses, a little restrained: "I stayed in a hotel last night." ”

Song Kun sighed: "That is, I haven't found a place to live yet, and yes, I can't find something like a house for a while." Well, we still have some apartments in our unit, so you can go there and work for a while and then move out when you find a house. ”

Ji Ziyue thanked again and again: "Director, is this appropriate?" ”

Song Kun smiled: "What's wrong with this, these dormitories were originally for researchers to live in, but the conditions of the dormitories are not very good, so everyone is unwilling to live." ”

Ji Ziyue seemed to be relieved, and when he got upstairs, Ji Ziyue and Song Kun separated, and after Song Kun said that he asked the secretary to get the key to the dormitory and send it to Ji Ziyue, he also specially instructed the secretary to pick a good dormitory for Ji Ziyue for Ji Ziyue.

The secretary asked Song Kun puzzled.

Song Kun smiled and said: "Ji Yue is from Pingjing, so young, you can enter this kind of unit, you don't need me to say that you understand." ”

The secretary hurriedly went to do this.

Ji Ziyue is a newcomer, and he usually needs a teacher to take him with him after he comes, and this matter was also arranged by Song Kun, and the teacher he arranged for him was Wu Weijie. It has been 12 years since Wu Weijie came to the institute at the age of 28 and this year.

Wu Weijie has a very good attitude towards Ji Ziyue, because the project he participated in last time has just ended, so this time they are temporarily doing a small project, so the work given to Ji Ziyue is the most basic, and Ji Ziyue can handle it.

Ji Ziyue secretly observed the four people involved in the project while working, and Zhou Jie had been taking Zheng Mingyuan with him, and the relationship between them was very good. And Jiang Xin looks a little similar to Sang Yunqing, cold.

"Xiao Ji, look at this result, you can do another analysis." Wu Weijie commanded.

Ji Ziyue retracted his thoughts and said, "Okay, Mr. Wu." ”

The more Ji Ziyue was doing analysis on the instrument, Wu Weijie stood by and watched, chatting with him while instructing him.

"Xiao Ji graduated from MIT?" Wu Weijie asked.

Kikoyue nodded: "Yes." ”

Wu Weijie glanced at it and asked, "Why did you think of coming to work in our institute?" I heard that you used to be on the Pingjing side, and that side is better than ours. ”

Ji Ziyue glanced at him and quickly looked away: "Rongcheng Pharmaceutical Research Institute is the best pharmaceutical research institute in China, I wanted to come here when I was in college." Originally, I wanted to take the graduate school of Mr. Zhang Zhiheng, but when I graduated from university, he no longer took graduate students. ”

Wu Weijie: "Oh, that's it. In this field, Director Zhang is indeed second to none. He hasn't taken graduate school for many years, and you graduated from college...... Well, that's pretty much those years. ”

Ji Ziyue looked at Wu Weijie and asked, "I thought I could see Mr. Zhang this time, I heard that he is the director here, but when I came yesterday, it was Director Song." Has Mr. Zhang been transferred? ”

Noriko's tone was regretful when he said something, but his tone was just the same as his outside, and he was not sociable.

Of course, Wu Weijie will feel uncomfortable, but Zhang Zhiheng is dead. It doesn't seem interesting to fight with a dead man.

He said in a regretful tone: "If you had come a few days earlier, you would have really been able to see Director Zhang, and now ...... Alas! ”

Kikoko stopped what he was doing and asked, "What's wrong now?" ”

Wu Weijie glanced around, lowered his voice and leaned next to his ear and said, "Director Zhang is dead." ”

Ji Ziyue's eyes widened, and he looked at Wu Weijie in disbelief. Wu Weijie immediately said: "People outside don't know about this matter, don't go out and talk nonsense." ”

Ji Ziyue responded absently, just at this time Jiang Xin came over to ask for the result, and Ji Ziyue hurriedly handed over the result to her. Jiang Xin took the result and glanced at it and frowned: "What are you doing, do it again." She threw the conclusion sheet to Kikotsu and left.

Although Wu Weijie concealed it well, there was still a sense of indignation in his eyes. The more Ji Zi is the person he brings, Jiang Xin is so ruthless that he slaps him in the face.