Chapter 103

Chang Ting stood at the end of the hotel corridor, leaning against the side window, looking down at the bleak autumn scenery of the small town, and dialed Song Zhou's number.

"Where is it?"

"What do you care where I am?"

Song Zhou always seems to be in a good mood, but for some reason, whenever he meets Chang Ting, he can't keep his good temper at all.

"Okay, no matter where you are, I'll tell you about our arrangements." Chang Ting didn't argue with him as usual.

He was surprisingly nice and told him the whole plan of releasing the substitute and luring the snake out of its hole.

Song Zhou listened quietly and said, "You must ensure Chen He's safety."

"Don't worry, we are heavily guarded. But it's you." Chang Ting stopped talking halfway.

Song Zhou waited for a while but received no further response, so he pressed, "How can I cooperate? Tell me."

"You don't need to do anything, just hide." Chang Ting said.

"Okay. I'll find a place to live and not go home. Besides, criminals won't attack family members, right?" Song Zhou said nonchalantly.

"Are you an ordinary family member?" Chang Ting asked suddenly.

Song Zhou was silent for a moment: "What do you mean?"

"I mean..." Chang Ting paused, "That Xing Yao is a mad dog, and his family is not safe either. You, personally, don't let him target you. If all else fails, come to the hotel and stay with Chen He. We'll protect you too."

"I'm not in Lanzhou."

"Oh, you're not here, are you?" Chang Ting said in a somewhat indifferent tone.

Song Zhou was inexplicably irritated: "I don't need your protection, just worry about yourself."

"You..." Chang Ting took a breath, "If I die, it will be because of you two. Anyway, be careful these days. We can talk about other things later."

"What else..."

Before Song Zhou finished asking, Chang Ting had already hung up the phone.

He leaned his elbows on the windowsill and scratched his head frantically, wishing he could smooth his hair bald.

"I'm so fucking worried... I'm going to be screwed by this guy sooner or later! I'm afraid I'm really going to have to quit my police uniform soon."

There was a sound of a door in the distance behind him. He turned around and saw a "Chen He" walking out of the room, dragging a white suitcase in his hand, holding his chin proudly, and adjusting his sunglasses towards him.

Chang Ting looked for a while before recognizing it.

"Good fellow, it's hard to tell whether it's real or fake. You are indeed worthy of being my apprentice."

Chen He stuck half of his head out of the door and said, "Officer Chang, I learned this skill in the police academy, not from you."

Chang Ting: "...Well, one Chen He is enough to choke someone to death, and now there are two of them."

He paused and said seriously, "Remember, safety first, mission second."

Zhou Zhengzheng chuckled, "I understand, Officer Chang."

That expression and tone were exactly the same as the way Chen He usually looked down on him.

*

So, Chen He continued to stay in Lan Zhou's hotel, pretended to be Chen He, went to the front desk to "check out", took a taxi, and went to the high-speed rail station.

It was late at night when we arrived in Qi'an City.

The moon is dark and the wind is strong, which is the perfect time for kidnapping.

The plainclothes officers who secretly accompanied the fake Chen He were tense and highly alert.

The fake Chen He hailed a taxi and went to Chen He's home.

The roads in the old neighborhood are narrow and taxis cannot reach the door.

She got out of the car, dragged her suitcase, and walked slowly, turning through several streets and alleys, considerately giving the criminals enough time and space.

However, until we reached the door of the small building, everything was calm and safe.

There was no elevator in the old building, so the fake Chen He pretended to be very frail, taking two steps at a time and resting after three steps, and laboriously carried the suitcase up to the third floor.

Every time he climbed a level, he would hold his knees and breathe heavily for a while.

The silky wig hung down, and she glanced around through the gaps in her hair. The small building was quiet and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

He slowly walked to the door of his home on the third floor, entered the password to unlock it, went in, and closed the door.

The house was also quiet.

Zhou Zhengzheng walked around every room, but there was no one there and no signs of anyone having been broken into.

After careful inspection, no hidden cameras were found.

She sent a message to Chang Ting to report the situation.

Chang Ting was waiting in a car not far from the house.

"Go on, wait a little longer," he replied.

I was already feeling uneasy, but there was no other way out but to wait.

He had a vague feeling that Xing Yao was lurking not far away, but the various sentries had caught nothing and hadn't issued any warnings.

Zhou Zhengzheng stayed at Chen He's house.

The next day, from morning to afternoon, I pretended to take out the trash and buy things, and went out for two walks.

Still no snake showed its head.

She didn't dare go out too often because Chen He usually stayed at home and going out too often would arouse suspicion.

I can only stay in the house and wait.

Chang Ting and another colleague sat in the car, looking tired, but not daring to slack off at all, staring at the alley entrance through the car window.

A thin layer of sunset light fell on the stone road, which gradually receded, and the night followed silently.

The old street was exceptionally quiet at night, and Chang Ting's mind also became quiet.

All the information gained from the investigation emerged, piling up and overlapping like a maze.

Why was Xing Yao able to hide so secretly, seemingly disappearing from the face of the earth for the past five years?

It only appears when killing someone, and then disappears again, like an evil ghost that occasionally crawls out, eats people, and then goes back to the underworld.

How is it possible that there is no trace left?

impossible.

Ever since Chen He's comics were restarted and updated after three years, Xing Yao has been scared out of his wits.

He committed two murders, Xu Candong and Yu Aiai.

What he left behind would definitely not be just a few surveillance videos of people in disguise and hiding their identities.

The police's search circle must have already closed in on him. He was just a man hiding his identity, so it would be difficult to attract attention if he was closed in.

Chang Ting searched inch by inch in the maze of thoughts.

A glimmer of light suddenly flashed by.

Now, at least we know the former name "Xing Yao", right?

No matter how hard a person tries to abandon the past, it will inevitably leave traces.

Especially those who are obsessed with "commemoration".

Whether it is proud or shameful.

"Hey..." Chang Ting said to his colleague in the back seat, "We have enough people guarding this place. We don't need you. Go back to the bureau and look through the case files.

"From the disappearance of Qiu Yue five years ago to the present, all the materials related to the list of screened personnel have been found.

"This includes lists of teachers and students, social contacts from several related cases, several surveillance checklists, and so on. Scan them as you search and send them all to me."

The colleague was stunned: "That's a lot, Brother Chang!"

"Go quickly."

"Okay..." The colleague left as he was told.

Soon after, scanned images of various lists were sent to Chang Ting's mobile phone one after another.

Chang Ting used the intercom to instruct other colleagues to take over their monitoring points, and he leaned back in the car seat, looking at each picture, each line, and each name one by one.

The mobile phone screen is small, and I get dizzy and tearful after looking at it for a while. I rub my eyes and continue looking.

I don’t know how many pictures I saw, but a name slid up on the screen as the pages were flipping.

His finger suddenly paused and slid it back.

This list was obtained by Zhou Zhengzheng from the brand when he was investigating the pair of business leather shoes after Yu Aiai fell from the building. It contains the national sales records of hundreds of members for the size 44 style.

Zhou Zhengzheng had previously spent a lot of energy investigating one by one, but found that none of them had any connection with Yu Aiai, Xu Candong or the Zangmo Base.

But now they know a former name.

Chang Ting dragged the form and scanned it line by line.

At the end, there was an English name. Foreigner.

Chason Xing.

Xing.

Xing!