Public opinion is a weapon that forces an investigation. Have you ever thought about the consequences?
The last time Cheng Sizhou was forced to drink, he thought quickly and said he wanted to change the wine, but in fact he went to the refrigerator and chewed two ice cubes. Unexpectedly, he actually resisted it.
After combining theory with practice, he found that as long as he was in a relatively cold environment or had a few bites of cold food first, he would not get drunk after drinking one glass of wine.
Seeing that there was still a lot of wine left in the refrigerator, he decisively cleaned out the freezer and froze three large boxes of ice cubes.
He put his hands on his hips, admiring his "masterpiece" with satisfaction, then shook off the crushed ice on his hands, put on a hat and mask, and went out to pick up Wen Zichuan from get off work.
Su Zhuo sent Wen Zichuan back today. As soon as Wen Zichuan got out of the car, someone waved at him.
Su Zhuo rolled down the car window and greeted him. This teacher named "Zi Yue" had accompanied Teacher Wen from obscurity to becoming a top star. His long-lasting love was truly moving.
Wen Zichuan and Cheng Sizhou were like ordinary roommates, chatting casually while walking home together.
Even if there was no one else in the elevator, they would just stand side by side, afraid that any close contact would be recorded by the surveillance camera in the corner.
But once we got home, no one could hold back.
They took off each other's masks and kissed each other tacitly and eagerly.
During the holidays, Cheng Sizhou never tired of sticking to Wen Zichuan. Wen Zichuan was sometimes shy, and sometimes felt that he was too annoying.
But who could have imagined that the first day back to work would be so difficult. After not seeing each other for a few hours, he felt like a piece was missing in his heart, and the wind was blowing back and forth.
Cheng Sizhou kissed him earnestly, then patted his slightly hot body: "Okay, let's eat first."
Recently, Cheng Sizhou has prepared both breakfast and dinner every day.
He would ask Wen Zichuan in advance what he wanted to eat, such as white fungus, vermicelli, etc., which would require time to soak, and then he would buy vegetables and prepare them, and cook them on time to ensure that Wen Zichuan could eat fresh and hot food as soon as he came back.
Wen Zichuan has a sweet taste and likes sweet food, especially fresh, sweet and sour food, which he likes very much.
But it is also very important for artists to manage their body shape. For this reason, Cheng Sizhou spent a lot of effort to reduce calories so that he can eat happily without gaining weight.
After dinner, Cheng Sizhou took the initiative to clean up the dishes, wipe the table, wash the dishes, and mop the floor. It took him less than half an hour to finish all this.
Wen Zichuan doesn't have to work, but he is like a little tail, following Cheng Sizhou wherever he goes.
Cheng Sizhou leaned on the mop and laughed: "What on earth are you going to do?"
Wen Zichuan was stunned. He himself was also very surprised by such an action: "I'm not doing anything..."
Cheng Sizhou smiled and kissed his cheek: "My dear wife, I will come to accompany you when I am done."
Wen Zichuan couldn't bear to hear this. He covered his ears with one hand and the place where he was kissed with the other, and went back to his room stiffly.
Ever since Cheng Sizhou called her "wife" in the Lin family shop last time, he had a strange feeling about this title.
He secretly observed others. Not to mention heterosexual couples or lovers, some same-sex people also called each other "husband" or "wife".
After all, it's just a little fun between partners, and a name doesn't mean much. Some people call each other "husband" and "wife" all the time, and they may have called each other "husband" and "wife" many times; while others call each other by their first names, and the relationship lasts forever.
However, Cheng Sizhou didn't shout like this often, but every time he did, Wen Zichuan felt a numb and itchy feeling in his heart.
He hoped that Cheng Sizhou would call him that a few more times, so that he would get used to it and maybe it wouldn't be so awkward anymore. But he was also afraid that Cheng Sizhou would discover his little thoughts and use this name to embarrass him.
It was already the beginning of spring, but the weather was still cold. The two took a shower and went to bed early.
Cheng Sizhou crawled into the bed, hugged Wen Zichuan's waist, and put his high nose bridge on his waistline: "My wife smells so good, it smells like coconut."
Wen Zichuan was still not used to it. His face turned red and he wanted to lift his hips to push him away, but that action seemed like he was pushing his key parts into his mouth.
Cheng Sizhou pulled his pajamas down a little bit and became more and more demanding: "Wife, this is also fragrant. Do you want me to lick it?"
Wen Zichuan bent his knees and curled up his body, like a cooked shrimp, his entire body red.
Fortunately, Wei Jing's sudden call saved him.
"Hello, Mr. Wei."
"We found out that his IP address frequently appears in Shujiashan."
The background noise from Wei Jing's side was very noisy, and every now and then, Wei Xiaoming would yell, "Godfather, hurry up! The next round is about to begin!"
Although Mr. Wei had to coax his godson and play games with him, he was not vague about what he promised Wen Zichuan.
Wen Zichuan and Cheng Sizhou's original plan was to have Wei Jing pretend to be "Qishashan" and claim that he wanted to buy a batch of antiques, and then have Wen Duo pretend to be "Tianliang" to make indirect insinuations and then trick out the identity of "Tianxiang".
After hearing this, Wei Jing felt that this method was not good. If, as Wen Zichuan said, the other party had a strong anti-reconnaissance awareness, then even if he was in need of money, they might not fall for their tricks.
Xingyu Feiyu attaches great importance to the traffic and reputation of its artists, so Wei Jing has several teams that cooperate with it for many years to do data optimization for the artists.
Their technical department has close ties with major media outlets, information distribution, and search engines. Once they retrieve negative information related to an artist, they will cut off its distribution and traffic as quickly as possible, accurately locate the publisher of the negative information, and provide the information to legal departments for rights protection.
Although "Nandou" is a cross-border enthusiast organization and the chat software server it uses is also located abroad, technicians comparable to hackers still found a loophole and decoded the IP address of "Tianxiang".
Shujiashan is the location of the new Dengyuan Museum.
Cheng Sizhou opened the bedside drawer and took out the notebook left by Jiang Yunli. The names of the five members of the archaeological team were all on it: Zhang Hongliang, Pei Yan, Wu Puxian, Tong Chunyang, and Zhao Hongxia.
Even if they had worked in the Cultural Relics Bureau or the old museum of the Lantern Festival before, the construction of the new museum only started two years ago, so Pei Yan, Tong Chunyang and Zhao Hongxia could be ruled out by the process of elimination.
Wu Puxian is the director of the Lantern Museum Cultural Preservation Center and has always followed Zhang Hongliang's lead.
Zhang Hongliang planned a cross-regional "tiger-devouring-wolf" scheme and implemented a serial killing scheme, so it is not surprising that he had one or two helpers.
Cheng Sizhou and Wen Zichuan were in no mood to continue being intimate. The clues from the IP location had narrowed the scope to a minimum. They immediately sent a message to Zhou Han, believing that the police could arrest the person.
When Zhou Han received the news, he did not feel excited that the case was about to be solved, but fell into a long silence.
He had a bad New Year. On the third day of the Lunar New Year, he was about to take Zhou Yitang on a road trip, but his boss called him back to the office.
The leader said that there was nothing wrong with investigating the case and pursuing fairness and justice, but the scope of this "multiple cases investigated simultaneously and across different locations" was too wide, and it would not be good for him to offend too many people. He hinted that he should "protect himself" and "stop when enough is enough."
Zhou Han understood what his leader meant, but things had come to this point and they couldn't stop.
The society should be given an explanation for the loss of all lives. Even gamblers like Wang Jian and villains like Liu Shixing cannot just die without asking the reason and just sit back and watch.
Zhou Han asked Zhou Yitang again: "If Dad decides to stick with it and ends up losing his job, you'll have no pocket money and no road trips. Are you afraid?"
Zhou Yitang said without hesitation: "Dad, I don't want anything, but justice is already late, you must not let it be absent again."
It is already February 2020, and there are less than nine months left until the 20-year statute of limitations for the Millennium Girl kidnapping case expires.
Despite opposition from his superiors, Zhou Han used the "flow of porcelain" as a breakthrough point and checked Wang Jian's previous car rental records and transportation starting and ending points.
He discovered that the porcelain in the cave was not directly transported from Longji Mountain to be sold. Its transit point was Shujia Mountain, and the recipients frequently appeared in Caoyan Lane, the largest antique trading market in Dengyuan.
Wang Jian’s earliest car rental record can be traced back to two years ago. In the past two years, there have been only two major events related to Shujiashan: the real estate developer’s capital chain broke, and home buyers frequently defended their rights because they bought unfinished buildings; the new building of Dengyuan Museum was completed in Shujiashan, and Dengyuan North Suburb may become a new investment attraction.
Shujiashan is both a transit station and the location of the new Lantern Museum. It is clear who is stirring up trouble behind the scenes.
"Teacher Wen, I have a request." Zhou Han had never spoken to Wen Zichuan in such a hesitant tone.
"Officer Zhou, please don't be so polite. As long as we can find out the truth, we will fully cooperate with you." Wen Zichuan was very calm.
"On the Lantern Festival, the Huaili police will issue a police notice to sort out the details of the Longji Mountain case. However, the archaeological team was sent by Dengyuan, so the Dengyuan police will also issue a notice to explain the situation." Zhou Han said ashamedly, "There is a disagreement over the level of detail in the notice. They don't want to implicate too many people."
Wen Zichuan might still be a little confused, but Cheng Sizhou understood as soon as he heard it. Zhang Hongliang was just a captain in charge of the excavation, but he colluded with foreign tomb-robbing forces, causing a large number of cultural relics to flow out. After that, he was promoted step by step and even became the director of Dengyuan Museum.
Although his superiors at all levels were kept in the dark, they were also guilty of negligence. The bigger the commotion, the harder it would be to cover it up.
"Teacher Wen, Zhou Yitang said you have 20 million followers," Zhou Han took a deep breath. "If you could forward the police notice and draw more attention to this matter, I believe there would be a different outcome."
"Brother Zhou is really at his wit's end," Cheng Sizhou said to Wen Zichuan. "Public pressure for an investigation will definitely have a positive effect at first, but it's hard to predict where it's going to go next."
There have always been many different opinions on the Internet, and there are also many cases of false rumors. Excessive attention is actually a double-edged sword. It can quickly advance the progress of events, but it often leads things to a completely unexpected level.
"I understand, but I want to try," Wen Zichuan bit his lower lip, "For Xiaoliang, for you, we can't drag it on any longer."
Although this New Year was peaceful, it was also a fact that Liu Shixing failed to deal with Xiao Liang. The mastermind behind the scenes must have other tricks up his sleeve. He couldn't care less about the leaders or the overall situation. He just wanted his family to be safe.
After agreeing to Zhou Han, Wen Zichuan hung up the phone and lay in Cheng Sizhou's arms.
They both couldn't sleep, and in the quiet night, each other's heartbeats seemed particularly clear.
"Brother Zhou, I want to ask you something."
"Hmm? You ask."
"Did you take care of Liu Shixing's funeral?"
"After cremation, I asked someone to bring his ashes back to my hometown and buried them next to his great aunt."
"If, I mean if, I leave in the future, please don't send me back to Fengbo. I want to stay with you."
"What nonsense are you talking about? You're so young, and you're just imagining things."
"Seriously, just buy a bigger pot, bury me in the soil, and put me on the balcony, okay?"
"What a mess! I'm a few years older than you. What if I die first? What will you do?"
Wen Zichuan stopped talking. He put his face on Cheng Sizhou's chest, put his hands around his back and hugged him tightly.
No, only the descendants of the Lin family carry the gene for short life. Cheng Sizhou's parents had anticipated this when they named him. "Zhou" means endless time, and he will live to be a hundred years old.
Seeing his expression, Cheng Sizhou realized that he had said the wrong thing.
Zichuan has no mother anymore, and he is not very close to his father and sister. His dependence on himself transcends life and death.
"I said, I will live as long as you live, and neither life nor death can separate us."
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