The first thing Su Feng did when he came out was to call Officer Liu and confirm with her the details of Changmao's suicide.

"It was a fight with someone in prison, and he was stabbed by someone, and after being sent to the hospital, I don't know why, he committed suicide that night, probably for fear of retaliation after he went back."

"What about the corpses? Did you see? Su Feng asked with some suspicion.

"Corpses? Because he didn't have relatives to claim it, he should have been cremated locally. Officer Liu paused with some confusion: "What do you mean?" ”

"I just saw a homeless man, very much like Long Hair." Su Feng walked to the parking lot with the supermarket bag, opened the trunk and put the bag inside, and when he turned around and closed the door, he felt that he saw the person again, he didn't care about locking the car, and ran in the direction where the person appeared with his mobile phone.

"What do you say again? Where are you now? Officer Liu's voice was still in his ears, but Su Feng's attention was on the fleeting corner of his clothes, he simply hung up the phone and walked a few steps through the dense parking space, jumped over a few fire hydrants, and finally grabbed his old jacket before the man disappeared.

"Long hair?" Su Feng looked at his confused and unfocused eyes with some disbelief.

"Huh?" The homeless man's bearded face leaked a moment of surprise, which made Su Feng even more firm in his judgment.

"You come with me." Su Feng said and grabbed his collar and wanted to take him away, who knew that after the other party reacted, he began to resist desperately, Su Feng's hand slipped for a while, allowing him to take the opportunity to squat and run away.

The homeless man seemed to have oil on the soles of his feet, slamming left and right in the dimly lit parking lot, almost hitting the car that drove in several times, and Su Feng, who was chasing closely behind him, also forced the owner who was reversing several times, and for a time the horn and abuse of the entire parking lot were endless.

Su Feng stared at the homeless man in front of him, and finally took the opportunity to pounce on him when he panicked again and couldn't find an exit, in order to make him unable to escape, Su Feng pressed him with one hand, untied his stained jacket, and tied his hands behind his back.

"Sure enough, it's you." Su Feng pulled the thin long hair and got up, confirming his identity from the way he looked at him.

"They're going to kill me, they're going to kill me!" There was still drunken vomit at the corner of Changmao's mouth, and his eyes jumped wildly: "Let go, if you don't leave, he'll come!" ”

"You give me honesty," Su Feng pressed him against the wall with his knees in dissatisfaction, controlled him with one hand to prevent him from escaping, took out one hand and took out the phone, re-called Officer Liu, briefly told her the situation, promised to send her the address, and then prepared to call the local 110.

"If you let me go, I can't go back, and he's going to kill me!" The long hairy grease hair and messy stubble showed what kind of fugitive life he was living these days, and Su Feng thought that the people he was going to kill him were from abroad, and patted him on the head to make him quiet.

"Please, please, he's really going to kill me, please let me go!" Longhair was still pleading, his voice was crying, and his voice was hoarse.

"Who do you say is going to kill you?" After Su Feng called 110, he waited for them to pick him up, and he couldn't help but be curious when he saw his nervous appearance.

"Brother Chao, Brother Chao sent a killer to kill me." Long Mao was suddenly excited, and he stared at him with a stalk: "You, you hand me over to the police, and the police will hand me over to Brother Chao." ”