Chapter 45 White Chrysanthemum
"Yeah." Seeing his emotional fluctuations, Song Xianzhe said, "Brother Yu, don't worry."
"Have you seen the surveillance video?" He tried his best to control his emotions and gripped the car keys tightly. The sharp metal texture calmed him down a little.
Song Xianzhe hurried out of the department behind him. "We've all reviewed the hospital's surveillance footage. Although the criminal is well disguised, we can basically tell from his figure that it's Zhang Jinzhi."
Lin Yu suppressed his inner irritability and anger, regained his rationality, and thought about why Zhang Jinzhi took such a big risk to go to the hospital to take Chen Shan away.
If it was out of revenge, Chen Shan was already dead, so who was he going to take revenge on?
The answer didn't even require careful consideration; the name he had been thinking about was obvious.
The elevator door closed and slowly descended. In this confined space, a huge sense of uneasiness enveloped Lin Yu like a dark cloud.
For the first time, he felt what panic was, as if someone was holding a sharp knife to his lifeline.
Anxious and helpless.
The indicator light on the underground floor came on, and Lin Yu ran to the parking lot. After opening the car door, he sat in his seat and slammed the dashboard twice with his fists.
After Song Xianzhe got into the car, he turned around and fastened his seat belt.
The moment I gripped the steering wheel, my fingers trembled uncontrollably and the veins on the back of my hands throbbed.
Lin Yu raised his hand and scratched his eye sockets, trying to clear his vision, and then regained some rationality in the burning pain.
Roll down the window, look in the rearview mirror, and check the road conditions for reversing.
Lin Yu in the mirror had pupils that were black and bright, like a ferocious beast in the dark night.
The rage surging in his eyes was like a surging wave.
A thin layer of sweat covered his handsome nose, and his palms were also damp.
"Fasten your seat belt." He glanced at Song Xianzhe and reminded him.
The parking space was small and reversing was difficult. Lin Yu turned the steering wheel hard and the tires made a tearing friction sound.
Due to inertia, the car rushed backwards, and the backs of the two men hit the backrests heavily, and then leaned forward again. The light from the fluorescent sign formed a line and slid rapidly across the car body.
Song Xianzhe held the seat belt tightly and sat in the passenger seat trembling with fear, one hand still holding the armrest.
It was so strange to see that the senior who was always calm and rational had such a wild and out-of-control side.
His Adam's apple rolled heavily twice and he swallowed a breath of foul air.
The front window glass was hot from the sunlight, and it seemed that my eyes would be burned if I looked at it for too long.
The atmosphere in the car was very depressing, and the cold air from the air conditioner could not calm anyone down at all.
Song Xianzhe rolled down half of the window, trying to calm Lin Yu down. "Brother Yu, don't worry. There are thousands of roads to choose from, but driving safety comes first..."
The rest of his sentence was drowned out by the strong wind that rushed in through the window.
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"Hello, this is Pingsheng Flower Shop. Do you need to order flowers?" The owner answered the phone and asked the other party's needs.
"You want a bunch of white chrysanthemums, right?" She glanced at the bunch of white chrysanthemums soaking in a dark green bucket in the corner, nodded repeatedly, and said with a smile, "Okay, then what's the address?"
Chen Wan was holding a bouquet of yellow roses. As she passed the counter, she saw the owner waving at her and mouthing, "Customer."
"South City Cemetery, right?" the shop owner repeated the address, frowning slightly. "This address is quite far from our store, so the delivery fee might be quite high."
The customer on the other end of the phone chuckled when he heard this, "I'll drive over to your place to pick up the flowers myself. My car will stop at the Second Street intersection. You can send someone to pack the flowers and hand them over directly to him."
Hearing the impatience in his tone, and with the mentality that it would be foolish not to make money, the owner called Chen Wan over and told her to pack a bunch of white chrysanthemums.
"This customer has arranged for someone to drive over to pick up the flowers. They said they're waiting at the Second Street Intersection. Please go and deliver the flowers." The shop owner then asked her, "Do you know where the Second Street Intersection is?"
The shop is located at the first street corner, and about ten minutes' walk around the corner will lead to the second street corner. Chen Wan nodded and said, "I know."
Then she took the white chrysanthemum out of the water and used a cloth to absorb the water droplets dripping from the stems and leaves.
After a few simple trimmings, wrap it in pleated paper and tie it tightly with a ribbon.
She looked at the white bouquet in her hand, and sighed silently when her fingertips touched the slightly cool petals.
White chrysanthemum represents a memorial to death.
I opened the door and walked out. The afternoon air was not circulating. It was like an invisible steamer, suffocating people inside and letting them release the hot flashes.
She held the bouquet of flowers, raised her hands to her forehead to block out the scorching light, and walked towards the second street intersection.
The sunlight was so hot that it made her skin feel slightly hot. A thin layer of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead, and her vision became a little dim.
There was no shelter around, so she stood in the shadow cast by a billboard, waiting for customers to arrive.
After looking for a while, I finally saw a black Audi slowly driving into the intersection.
The car window was rolled down halfway, and someone stuck his head out, wearing a pair of exaggerated gold-rimmed sunglasses.
Across the empty road, he waved at her, "Flower delivery, this way!"
Chen Wan trotted over to the car window and handed him the bouquet. "Your flowers."
The other party did not respond, and his cold gaze wandered across Chen Wan's face through the black lenses.
Chen Wan took two steps back, raised the bouquet high, and calmly covered her face to avoid the strange gaze.
Just when I was feeling confused, my palms were empty. The man snatched the flowers and sniffed them. "They are quite fresh. Why don't you deliver them to the tombstone yourself? It will show your sincerity."
The fear spread rapidly like poison ivy, wrapping around her heart and throat.
Chen Wan turned around quickly and tried to escape.
At the same time, two burly men came down from the back seat and blocked her way.
Their faces were covered with black masks, so their features could not be seen clearly, only a pair of fierce eyes were exposed.
They pressed on step by step, trapping Chen Wan in the shadows with nowhere to escape.
The man wearing sunglasses rested his elbows on the window frame, smiling as if he was watching a show, squinting his eyes and observing Chen Wan's reaction.
"What do you want to do!" Chen Wan gritted his teeth, not hiding his anger, and glared at him, "What on earth do you want to do!"
Zhang Jinzhi calmly took off his sunglasses, looked straight at Chen Wan, and greeted her with a forced smile, "Little Miss Chen, long time no see."
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Song Xianzhe saw that the navigation address entered by Lin Yu was Pingsheng Flower Shop.
He scratched his head and asked, "Brother Yu, why are you going to the flower shop?"
At this critical moment, are you still in the mood to buy flowers?
"The person I'm looking for should be working part-time now." Lin Yu didn't even bother to look closely, gripped the steering wheel tightly, and increased the speed to the maximum allowed by traffic regulations.
Lin Yu and Song Xianzhe strode into the store. When they pushed open the glass door, the copper bells hanging on the door sill made a crisp tinkling sound.
Because the air conditioner was on inside, the cold air suddenly hit his skin, cooling down his anger which was almost at the critical point.
Lin Yu slightly opened his eyes and looked around the store, but did not see Chen Wan.
His vigilant eyes fell behind the glass counter and he saw a young woman holding her chin with both hands, nodding from time to time, as if she was dozing off.
She heard the tinkling of the wind chimes hanging on the door and looked sleepily at the two aggressive uninvited guests.
After hesitating for a moment, he politely said, "Hello, welcome to our flower shop."
Hearing this, Lin Yu nodded slightly, suppressed his anxious mood, and asked the owner in a deep voice, "Isn't your part-time employee Chen Wan in the store?"
When the owner heard him mention Chen Wan, he seemed to wake up from a dream and let out a soft sigh.
She took out her cell phone and saw that more than an hour had passed since Chen Wan went to deliver the flowers.
It was lunch time around two o'clock in the afternoon, so after Chen Wan went out, she began to doze off in a daze.
"Chen Wan just went to deliver flowers to someone, but she should have been back long ago." The shop owner was also confused. When he looked up and met Lin Yu's cold eyes, he shrank his shoulders behind the counter and said, "I'll call her right away."
Lin Yu looked at her expressionlessly, with intense emotions surging in his dark eyes, like piled up dark clouds.
From the store manager's perspective, he was standing with his hands behind his back, and because of his tall stature, he had an invisible sense of superiority and majesty.
He said coldly, "Chen Wan's phone is turned off."
"No, who are you?" The shop owner was both angry and frightened by his words and actions. "You suddenly ran into the store with such a stern face. Who are you trying to scare? Be careful or I'll call the police!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Song Xianzhe hurriedly came out to smooth things over with a wry smile and took out his police ID, "Don't be afraid, boss, we are the police."
The shop owner moved closer and saw the department written on it: Criminal Investigation Team 1. He then looked at the two men in front of him who looked intimidating without even getting angry, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
After revealing her identity, her anger dissipated instantly.
He stood respectfully, chuckled twice to ease the atmosphere, glanced at Lin Yu and Song Xianzhe, and asked curiously, "Are you two looking for Chen Wan to investigate the case? I'll go out and help you find him."
"We've checked all around, but we didn't see anyone." Lin Yu looked out and saw a distorted halo floating on the asphalt road. His expression became increasingly indifferent. "Do you know who the person who asked for flowers just now was?"
Upon hearing this, the shop owner hurriedly took out his phone and looked through the call logs. "I don't know this number either. It's an unfamiliar number, but you can call it."
The shop owner handed him the phone and said, "This is it."
Lin Yu took the phone, took a look at it, and dialed the number without hesitation.
The call time of more than one minute was obviously very short, but he felt it was extremely torturous.
The rhythmless heartbeat sounded like the intermittent thunder before a rainstorm, constantly knocking at his psychological defenses.
The line was finally connected, and there was a slight noise coming from the other end.
"Hello, did you finally remember to look for someone?" The man's voice on the other end of the phone was low and hoarse, but one could discern an unpleasant smile from it.
This sound is like the tongue of a poisonous snake, climbing into people's eardrums, corroding their rationality and intensifying their anxiety.
Lin Yu gripped the phone tightly, his knuckles gripping the edge, his anger hidden.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm his breath. "Who are you? Where is Chen Wan?"
There was silence for more than ten seconds on the other end of the phone, and then a scornful laugh broke out. "Oh, so it's a cop. Then you can definitely guess who I am."
"Zhang Jinzhi, you lunatic!" The roar burst out from his throat.
The long-simmering anger and fear were completely released like molten lava.
The emotions that could no longer be restrained were like surging waves, mixed with thunder, and erupted completely.
"It's hot, and you're quite irritable." Zhang Jinzhi spoke slowly, sneering, "If you have something to say, we can talk slowly, just like you and Chen Shan did that night. Isn't it better to talk calmly?"
"Where is Chen Wan?" Lin Yu did not argue with him. After knowing Chen Wan's whereabouts, he forced himself to remain rational.
Zhang Jinzhi glanced at Chen Wan, who was tied up and forced to kneel on the ground in front of the tombstone, and pretended to tsk his tongue twice, "I brought her to fulfill my filial duty, but the sun is really scorching. Such a delicate girl, I'm really afraid she'll get burned by the heat."
Filial piety means at the cemetery.
Lin Yu gritted his teeth, suppressed his surging anger, and said in a cold tone, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
"Then we have to meet in person. I'll give you an hour to get to the South City Cemetery. We'll wait for you here. Don't bring anyone else." Zhang Jinzhi sneered, "Otherwise, someone will die here."
It goes without saying who the person he is talking about is.
Lin Yu pressed the solar plexus, took a deep breath, took out his mobile phone, typed a line of words on it, and handed it to Song Xianzhe to read.
"Give me your pistol too. I'll go to the cemetery to meet Zhang Jinzhi later. You go contact the team and lead people to set up an ambush nearby."
Song Xianzhe instantly understood what he meant, nodded, took out the pistol from the holster and handed it to Lin Yu, then put the screen in front of him.
"Be careful in everything."
Thoughts: Chen Wan’s storyline has begun.
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