Du Heping thanked him, turned around and walked out.

Out of the gate, he instructed Gu Weitao and He Xiaoyu to enter the underground garage from the east gate, and went around to the west gate by himself, searching carefully.

The result is still nothing.

"That's strange, why did a big iron lump evaporate?" Gu Weitao's face was full of doubts.

Du Heping asked him: "Is there an underground passage or something?" ”

"Underground passages?" Gu Weitao shook his head and said How is this possible, where can it be led to dozens of meters underground.

Du Heping asked He Xiaoyu: "What about you, have you found anything?" ”

He Xiaoyu kept his face blank and said that he hadn't thought about it.

"Okay, I'll talk about it when I'm done." Du Heping quickened his pace, and when he reached the exit, he sighed and said, "It seems that this case is a bit of a mess!" ”

On the way back to the police station, Du Heping repeatedly replayed the earlobe with stitched scars and the face with complex content in his mind.

There is a voice in the subconscious that shouts: It's him, it's him, it's him!

It was the voice of his wife Yang Xiuzhen.

He shuddered, and his heart was dripping blood.

At that time, he was just past the year of his establishment and was the director of the police station in Qingshan Town.

At noon one day, he received an order from the command center, saying that gangsters were intercepting the cash truck at Lin Fengkou.

Not only did he rob more than 500,000 yuan in cash, but he also stabbed an escort to death.

He led people to the scene, carefully arranged control, and arrested the main culprit in one fell swoop.

But the accomplice slipped through the net.

After investigation, this is a typical family-style crime, and the main culprit is his father, named Zhou Tiancheng;

The accomplice was his biological son Zhou Yugang.

It didn't take long for Zhou Tiancheng to be brought to justice and executed.

Zhou Yugang has been at large.

A year later, Zhou Yugang sneaked back to Liandong City.

He pretended to be a policeman and tracked Yang Xiuzhen, saying that Director Du was stabbed in the line of duty, and he was afraid that he would not work.

Yang Xiuzhen was stupid and followed her to a ruin outside the city.

The ferocious Zhou Yugang strangled her neck with a rope and tied it to a cement post.

Then he took out a scalpel and brutally cut it.

Thanks to the homeless man who scared away the murderer, he picked up the bloody Yang Xiuzhen and sent him to the hospital.

Due to excessive blood loss, the person still left.

On his deathbed, he left a sentence - he must raise his son.

……

"Team Du, what's wrong with you?" He Xiaoyu woke him up.

Du Heping hit a stirring spirit and opened his eyes.

Only then did I know that it was already tears.

He wiped his face and said that the woman was pitiful.

"What's pitiful, it's very likely that he eloped with someone."

"You can't judge, it's not that simple." After Du Heping finished speaking, he instructed them to go back to the team to sort out the information.

I got out of the car halfway through.

He didn't go home, walked along the road for a while, and turned into a small restaurant.

Choose a table in the corner and sit down, take out your mobile phone, dial the number, and say, "Mr. Wang, I'm in the small restaurant opposite, come over for a while." ”

The other party shouted big brother and asked if you were busy.

Du Heping said, "I want to have a drink with you." ”

"Okay, I'll invite you, let's go to the rich, okay?"

"No, it's in the people's restaurant."

The person who answered the phone was none other than the beggar who saved his wife back then, and is now the chairman of Fengda Real Estate Development Company.

His name is Wang Zongyu.

In less than ten minutes, Wang Zongyu came to the small restaurant.

When I entered the door, I asked, "Big brother, don't you have to eat at this house?" ”

"Do you think that you are a person of status now, and it is cheaper to eat in such a place?"

"It's not...... No, I'm afraid of you......"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Zongyu beckoned the waiter to order.

Du Heping knew what he wanted to say, raised his head, and looked out through the window.

Across the road is a high-rise office building with a pale blue glass curtain wall that glows in the setting sun.

In his mind, the trance was a tall tombstone.

Twelve years ago, it was an abandoned construction site.

His wife, Yang Xiuzhen, fell there.