The new colleague retired from the drug enforcement line, either due to health reasons, or to protect him in disguise, or was no longer suitable for drug enforcement. Most likely he was a senior. You Mingxu even had an image of a dark, serious, unshaven middle-aged man in his mind. He looked similar to Ding Xiongwei, but not as arrogant as him.

"Yes." You Mingxu replied, "When the people arrive, let's go have a hot pot to welcome them!"

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After Yin Feng came back from the police station, he went back to bed to catch up on his sleep. He used to be a person who paid great attention to health preservation. He never tired of eating fine food. He was surrounded by a group of loyal fanatics who took good care of him. Now, after waking up from a two-year long sleep, I found that my complexion was a little tanned, my skin was rough, and I had dark circles under my eyes that could not be removed for a while. Needless to say, it was because of the time I spent with that woman that I became like this.

Slept until dusk fell. In the dream, there were many confused and familiar scenes. He wanted to see clearly, but there seemed to be a thick fog in front of him. After waking up in a sweat, all that remained in my mind and my entire body was that unusually lingering, sweet, and painful feeling. It’s like having been deeply in love with someone, but then losing it all at a loss.

Yin Feng sat on the bed with his head in his hands. The image of You Mingxu appeared in my mind, and the feeling of blockage became even stronger. He told himself that it was just a dream, a dream that lacked love.

After interpreting it this way, he smiled self-deprecatingly and got up.

Chen Feng had been waiting in the villa all day. Knowing that Yin Feng had woken up by now, he arranged dinner first and then went to the study with the things that Yin Feng had asked for.

The huge study is quiet, airy and softly lit. Those dolls stand in various postures in the distance, rows of bookshelves stand side by side, and outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows is the quiet night scene of lake water and moonlight interweaving.

However, the content of the secret mission between the master and servant was not easy.

Yin Feng sat behind the huge desk, and Chen Feng sat opposite him. Every time at this time, Chen Feng could actually feel the complex and indescribable temperament of Teacher Yin, as well as the hidden dangerous pressure that even a psychopath like him could feel.

"The case over there has come to an end for the time being." Yin Feng said.

"Any clues?" Chen Feng asked.

Yin Feng looked at him and shook his head. This sight made Chen Feng feel a little nervous, and he couldn't tell why. But as a psychopath, he actually always enjoys the feeling of being controlled by his master. And Teacher Yin seems to understand this very well.

"Let's not talk about that case for now." Yin Feng said, "Let's sort out what happened during the time when I lost my memory."

Chen Feng nodded. Yin Feng was in the hospital before, and there were many people around, so it was not convenient to talk in detail, so the two of them just had a brief chat. As soon as he was discharged from the hospital, he immediately went to work on Xiang Rong's case. That's why Chen Feng kept waiting for him to come and ask in detail.

Yin Feng asked: "When did I leave for Guizhou?"

Chen Feng replied: "February 25th."

Yin Feng: "Who sent it, and where did you send it to?"

Chen Feng replied: "Me, Tuya and Guanjun. We will send you to Xiangcheng Airport, but you said you would not allow us to follow. We will fly directly to Guiyang Airport, where we have booked a car to pick you up and send you directly to Longyan Town, Guizhou. We have rented an old house there, and someone will come to clean it regularly every week. You said you will take care of your own meals."

Champion is the name of the gardener in the villa. His surname is Guan and his given name is Jun.

"Who knows about my trip?" Yin Feng asked.

Chen Feng paused for a moment and replied, "There are only a few of us."

Yin Feng raised his eyes, looked at him for a few seconds, and smiled. This is indeed in line with his usual free-spirited style. He then asked, “How did we keep in touch while I was in seclusion writing?”

Chen Feng replied: "Just like before, daily WeChat, phone calls, and sometimes video calls. You didn't contact me much during your retreat, sometimes only once a week."

Yin Feng nodded and asked again: "You said last time that the house was surrounded by surveillance cameras."

Chen Feng replied: "Yes, and the security system is remotely connected to us. If a stranger breaks in, the police will be called immediately."

"When did I leave that house, leave Guizhou, and go to Tibet?"

Chen Feng replied: "June 8th."

Yin Feng rubbed his clasped fingers slowly: "8 days after Gu Tiancheng's murder, 3 days after he fled to Tibet... Chen Feng, how can you be sure that the person who left this house and went to Guizhou that day was me? And not someone else?"

Chen Feng was shocked for a moment, and replied: "You...sent me a voice message, and later we talked on the phone."

Yin Feng: "Cellphone."

Chen Feng immediately took out his cell phone, quickly flipped through the chat history of that day, and handed it to him.

Yin Feng pressed the speaker: "Chen Feng, book a plane ticket for me. I'll send you the flight information later." It was indeed his voice.

Then came a text message, which contained the flight number to be booked, and also read: I am going to Tibet to collect first-hand information on the serial murder case. Please rent a car for me and leave it at the Lhasa airport. Please prepare the necessary supplies in the car. Don't follow.

It was his usual tone.

After Chen Feng had finished everything, he sent him a message, and he replied with a voice message: "OK."

Yin Feng put down his phone, raised his lips slightly, and asked, "Is there any other evidence to prove that person is me?"

For some reason, Chen Feng felt a little sweat on his back. He said, "I'll check the surveillance right away."

Chen Feng immediately called Guan Jun. The surveillance security systems of this villa and the old house in Guizhou were all in the charge of Guan Jun, a former high-tech economic fraudster. Not long after, a surveillance video was sent to Chen Feng's mobile phone.

They both clicked on it and read it.

It was the patio of the main hall of an old house. The black and white camera captured a long row of wooden carved eaves under the patio, which looked extremely exquisite. It also captured the bluestone slabs under the eaves and a thin layer of moss.

It had rained that day and the flagstones were wet.

In the silent picture, after a few seconds, a man carrying an outdoor backpack walked into the picture. He was 1.85 meters tall and wore a dark-colored jacket and pants, which was exactly the international brand that Yin Feng liked and the one he often wore. Even after the incident in Tibet, the suit that Gu Tiancheng snatched away and wore was this one.

The man had his back to the camera, and even though his face couldn't be seen, his figure and hairstyle made both of them look very familiar. It was Yin Feng himself no matter how you looked at him. The man took a bottle of mineral water from the cabinet next to the patio, unscrewed it, and twirled the bottle cap between his fingers a few times - that was Yin Feng's habitual action. Then he raised his head and took a big sip. From the angle of the camera, only half of the side face can be seen.

Chen Feng clicked the pause button, glanced at Yin Feng and saw that he had no objection, then he enlarged the screen with his finger. Although they installed a relatively high-quality and clear camera, the man was standing far away from the camera and there was mist in the sky, so only a few lines of his profile could be seen. But Chen Feng looked at him and found that he was exactly the same as Teacher Yin in front of him.

Seeing that Yin Feng had no expression on his face, Chen Feng clicked to continue playing.