Chapter 78 She Couldn't Just Stand By and Watch
When the door of the study on the top floor of Pei's headquarters was pushed open, Song Zhiyu was still struggling to tear off the restraints on his wrists.
His movements suddenly stopped when he saw the person sitting behind the desk.
Pei Yuezhou was looking down at the document, holding a silver pen between his fingertips. His bony hand occasionally paused on the paper, and the words he wrote were neat and sharp.
He was wearing a well-tailored black shirt with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing a small patch of cold white skin. Against the backdrop of the warm yellow floor lamp, he actually gave off the illusion of being somewhat fragile.
But when he looked up, that illusion was instantly shattered.
He had very beautiful eyes, with slightly upturned tails, which were standard peach blossom eyes, but his pupils were as black as a deep pool, without any warmth.
The light fell on his long eyelashes, casting a light shadow, but that shadow not only did not soften his aura, but instead made the curve of his lips when he smiled seem dangerously seductive.
"Master Song is quite naive," Pei Yuezhou put his pen on the table and tapped it lightly with his knuckles. The sound was not loud, but it frightened Song Zhiyu inexplicably. "We've come this far, and you're still thinking about how to break free?"
Song Zhiyu swallowed his saliva and forced himself to remain calm: "Pei Yuezhou, what on earth do you want to do by arresting me? It's just a drunken joke, why are you making such a fuss?"
Pei Yuezhou didn't respond to him, but just raised his chin.
Lin Zhi, who was standing by, immediately stepped forward and spread a stack of documents and photos in front of Song Zhiyu.
The photo is a screenshot of the surveillance camera of an abandoned factory in the west of the city. Several men in black can be vaguely seen carrying a blindfolded woman, and the time in the corner of the screenshot is exactly when Yu Zhi was kidnapped.
The document was a bank statement, which clearly showed that an account under Song Zhiyu's name had transferred 500,000 yuan to Song Chuyin three days before the kidnapping.
Song Zhiyu stared at those things, his expression changing, then he put on an appearance of understanding, his tone tinged with sarcasm: "Isn't it me who says that you suspect I did it?"
Lin Zhi: "What else? Isn't the flowing water clear enough?"
Song Zhiyu laughed angrily: "I did give her 500,000 yuan, but what can you do with 500,000 yuan? Song Chuyin is not a fool. Why would she risk her life for such a small amount of money?"
Pei Yuezhou was of course aware of this.
Five hundred thousand is not even enough to hire an ordinary kidnapper, let alone plan a precise kidnapping.
So when he received the anonymous email a few days ago, he just glanced at the evidence and only gave Lin Zhi the order to "control Song Zhiyu" without rushing to take action against him.
Compared to Song Zhiyu, the seemingly suspicious "chess piece", he cares more about the person who sent the email.
The other party was able to obtain these evidences accurately and deliberately lead the clues to Song Zhiyu. His purpose was definitely not simple.
Today's game is not only for Song Zhiyu, but also for the people behind the scenes to see.
Lin Zhi stepped forward and interrupted Song Zhiyu's explanation in a cold tone: "Then Doctor Song, why don't you tell me, where did Song Chuyin get the hydroxymetholone in her hand?"
Song Zhiyu was stunned.
Hydroxymetholone is a controlled drug within Heinerson. Since they know this, it seems that they have figured out his identity thoroughly.
I didn’t expect Pei Yuezhou to be so capable that he could even reach Heinasen.
He avoided talking about the potion, looking a little guilty: "Since you all know I'm from Heinasen, there's no need to make such a scene, right?"
Pei Yuezhou leaned back in his chair without moving, his cold white fingertips still gently stroking the pen. He squinted at Song Zhiyu, and the curve at the corners of his eyes made people feel nervous.
His tone was as calm as if he was discussing the weather: "Do you think... I would care about a Heinerson?"
His reckless and arrogant attitude really left Song Zhiyu at a loss.
What a lunatic.
Song Zhiyu could only bite the bullet and say: "Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with me. You have found the wrong person."
"As the saying goes, a man of integrity fears no slander." Lin Zhi stepped forward, blocking the sunlight from Song Zhiyu's face. "Mr. Song, why don't you stay with us for a while? Once we've thoroughly investigated the whole story of the kidnapping in the west city, we'll naturally let you go."
Song Zhiyu looked at Lin Zhi's cold and hard face, then glanced at Pei Yuezhou who was smiling dangerously behind the desk, and he knew what was going on.
This is not just staying for a period of time, it is clearly house arrest.
But he had no right to refuse, so he could only grit his teeth and remain silent.
**
As the night deepened, deep in the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, the lights of the temporary branch of Organization X were dazzling.
There are no signs here, only bare concrete walls and cold metal racks, on which are placed various silenced guns and special daggers, the blades shining coldly under the cold light.
Song Nuan sat on the black leather sofa in the front. Her black combat uniform outlined her neat figure. Her hair was tied up high, revealing a faint scar on her neck.
As she listened to her subordinates' reports, her fingers unconsciously stroked the dagger at her waist. Her face was terribly gloomy, and she suddenly raised her hand and swept it.
The documents and water cups on the table fell to the ground in an instant, making a harsh sound.
"Isn't Pei Yuezhou always indifferent?" Her voice was filled with suppressed anger, and her eyes were as cold as ice. "He has already captured his wife's enemy and he still hasn't taken action! What is he waiting for?"
The subordinate pondered, "Perhaps... he has his own considerations. After all, our email is anonymous. He might be verifying the authenticity of the evidence."
"Consideration?" Song Nuan stood up suddenly and walked up to his subordinate, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "I went through so much trouble to pack up the evidence and send it to him, and now he's hesitating?"
The subordinates really couldn't understand why their boss was so angry.
Although the boss was helping his friend, his reaction seemed like he wanted to avenge himself.
He was shocked by his own thoughts.
Immediately dispel those unrealistic thoughts.
Song Nuan scratched her hair irritably, walked to the window, looked at the dark night sky outside, and said with a bit of coldness in her tone: "As expected, men are unreliable, especially those who are so unpredictable."
Her identity is sensitive and she is under surveillance by the Administration, so she cannot touch anyone outside of the mission.
She originally wanted to kill someone with a borrowed knife, but now she has in disguise sent her enemy to a safe zone where she cannot reach him.
Sensing her inappropriate intentions, the system in her mind suddenly spoke, a mechanical voice with a hint of warning.
[Host, don't try to cross the line. Those things are not your business now. I've already turned a blind eye to them.]
Besides, he was Yu Zhi's enemy, so she couldn't just sit there and watch. After all these years, why would she wait a little longer?
The system's words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing most of Song Nuan's anger.
Her clenched fists slowly loosened, the marks made by her nails on her palms gradually faded, and her rationality finally returned.
She took a deep breath, suppressed her irritation, and whispered, "Send two people to monitor the Pei family's movements 24 hours a day. If there is any situation, report to me immediately."
"Yes!" The subordinate responded immediately, turned around and left quickly, fearing that he would stay in this depressing atmosphere any longer.
Silence returned to the warehouse. Song Nuan walked to the metal rack and ran her fingertips across the barrel of a silenced gun. The cold touch made her calm down completely.
She looked out the window at the dark night sky and whispered softly: "It's almost time..."
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