Chapter 131
Chang Ting's feet moved instinctively, and he wanted to walk into the narrow road filled with wind and snow to take a look.
Suddenly, a voice called out from inside the tent: "Is this Teacher Chen's phone?"
It was Zhang You's voice.
Chang Ting paused, opened the tent curtain, and asked, "What did you say?"
Zhang You pulled a charging cable and picked up a mobile phone that was originally charging on a stool:
"This phone looks familiar, it seems to belong to Teacher Chen. She should be in the hotel, why is she here?"
The two of them have seen Chen He quite often recently and are impressed by the styles of her mobile phones and phone cases.
But Chang Ting has a better memory than Zhang You.
He noticed the difference: "You fake fan. This phone is the same model as Teacher Chen's. The phone case style is also similar, but not exactly the same. It seems to be... a couple's version."
He reached out and unplugged the phone from its charging cable. "Is this Song Zhou's phone? He's here?"
He leaned out of the tent, holding up his phone and asked Cheng Peng, who was not far away: "Whose phone is charging here?"
Cheng Peng glanced over here and said, "It's Doctor Song's, right?"
Song Zhou is indeed here! Good boy, you know the truth that the most dangerous place is the safest. Chang Ting thought to himself.
Chang Ting asked, "Where are the others?"
Cheng Peng pointed towards the narrow road and said, "I saw him going that way early this morning."
Chang Ting looked and saw only wind and snow, feeling inexplicably uneasy.
He held Song Zhou's cell phone and walked along the narrow road.
The old town is particularly lonely in the snow.
I walked along the road for a while and wandered around in several side roads for a long time, but I didn't see a single person.
He muttered, "Is this kid still hiding from me? Is he that cowardly?"
He raised his voice: "Come out! I promise not to arrest you."
No response.
The wind blew the snowflakes, which hit his jacket with a rustling sound and made him feel cold to the bone.
He faintly heard a sound and turned around suddenly.
A figure appeared in the wind and snow.
He looked at the other person in surprise: "Chen He?"
Chen He was wearing a white down jacket, a black wool scarf, and a large woolen hat. Snow flakes hung on the ends of her hair that came out from the brim of the hat.
Seeing Chang Ting, she was also surprised: "Officer Chang?"
Chang Ting asked, "Why are you here?"
Chen He's eyes were filled with anxiety. "I'm here to look for Song Zhou. He stayed in Boss Niu's rickety minibus last night."
She raised her hand and pointed in a direction, “But I tried to call him this morning and couldn’t get through, so I came to check it out.
"He's not on the minibus. Boss Niu doesn't know where he went. Do you have any…"
She paused, her eyes fell on the mobile phone in Chang Ting's right hand, and her face became increasingly pale.
Chang Ting raised his phone and said with some difficulty: "He left his phone in the tent, and I couldn't find him."
The wind suddenly blew up.
An ominous premonition wrapped in the snow twisted into a whirlwind, surrounding them.
Chang Ting mobilized all his manpower and asked the Lanzhou police for assistance to launch a search.
But the heavy snow covered all traces.
There is no clue as to how Song Zhou disappeared, whether he left on his own or was abducted.
Chang Ting's first reaction was to confirm the whereabouts of Zhu Zangmo, the main suspect in his mind.
Gao Ying, a colleague at the temple, said on the other end of the phone: "Zhu Zangmo is still in the temple and has never left."
Gao Ying said the snow had started falling early in the mountains, starting last night. The mountain roads were closed due to the heavy snow, and it was estimated that no one would be able to enter or leave within a few days.
Chang Ting couldn't help but feel sympathy after hearing this: "Are you two still squatting on the top of the mountain?"
Gao Ying: "It turned into a snowman, Brother Chang..."
Zheng Cai: "Be prepared to sacrifice, Brother Chang."
The two said that they had no desire to live.
Chang Ting: "...Let's go into the temple."
"Ah? Is that okay? If we show up twice, Zhu Zangmo will definitely get suspicious."
"Now we need to alert the enemy. We need to conduct direct, face-to-face and formal inquiries," said Chang Ting.
"Okay! Let's go eat vegetarian food!"
The sound of snow swishing through the receiver came from the receiver. The two were very excited and couldn't wait to slide down the mountain and head towards the temple.
Gao Ying asked as he walked: "Brother Chang, what do you want to ask?"
Chang Ting gave a few instructions, and then the temple doorbell rang.
Chang Ting hung up the phone, pressed his forehead, suppressed his restlessness, and his mind raced.
He was sure that Song Zhou would not get away with it just because of such a small matter of impersonation.
The most likely possibility is that someone kidnapped him.
This person appeared at the auto repair shop and must be related to Xing Yao's death.
But his biggest suspect, Zhu Zangmo, could not have left the temple and come to Lanzhou to commit the crime.
So who could it be?
Song Zhou is not an easy person to deal with. He is smart, alert, quick-witted, and can knock someone off their arm with just one move.
Who could subdue him? Or take him away without making any noise or leaving any trace, not far from a group of police officers?
Is there another opponent with extraordinary skills and strength comparable to Song Zhou?
Could this person be the one who pressed the remote control and blew up Xing Yao?
He spun around in place, leaving a circle in the snow.
Suddenly I felt a chill around me, which was sharper than ice and snow.
He glanced quickly to the side.
Chen He stood motionless in the snow, his hands in the pockets of his white down jacket.
The pale face was deeply buried in the black scarf, revealing only a pair of dark and silent eyes that stared at him intently.
It seemed that once he found that he was not investigating diligently, he would take out a weapon from his pocket and hit him as a reminder.
Chang Ting's scalp tightened, and he tried to comfort her: "Don't worry too much.
"If Song Zhou's disappearance is related to Zhu Zangmo, I asked my colleagues to inquire about it now. At least it can serve as a warning to others.
"He now knows the police have him firmly on their radar and won't dare to harm Song Zhou easily."
Chen He's lips twitched as he uttered a cold, emotionless sentence, "Regardless of whether Zhu Zangmo was involved or not, he's not in Lanzhou, so he definitely didn't do it himself. Are there any other suspects?"
Unfounded suspicions should not be disclosed to non-investigating personnel.
But Chang Ting felt more pressure than any other leader, so he had no choice but to answer, "Yes."
An image of weakness, quiet elegance and reserve emerged in Chang Ting's eyes.
Zhu Zangmo's wife Fu Weiru.
He couldn't imagine that a woman like this would kidnap Song Zhou.
But he still made a call and called Xiao Pingyuan directly.
"Master, I applied yesterday to investigate and monitor Fu Weiru. How are your arrangements going?"
"You call that yesterday? That's 1:30 this morning! It's only been a few hours, and we haven't even gathered all the staff yet, and you're already rushing us?"
Xiao Pingyuan was furious. "The bureau's been short on staff these past few days, and I'm looking for people everywhere. Don't mess with my routine!"
"You have to hurry up." Chang Ting said quickly, "Song Zhou just disappeared at the Lanzhou Auto Repair Shop and is suspected of being kidnapped.
"We've ruled out Zhu Zangmo as the culprit. Now we need to immediately confirm Fu Weiru's whereabouts."
"You mean it could be Fu Weiru..." Xiao Pingyuan's voice also became nervous. "I understand. I've been to Zhu Zangmo's house before. I'll go over and take a look myself."
After all, there is a tacit understanding between master and disciple, and they can understand each other's meaning in just a few words.
Chang Ting hung up the phone, his chest heaving, as if he had been holding his breath and only now remembered to catch his breath.
Chen He had been leaning in close, listening intently, her face already showing surprise. "You mean Fu Weiru... Master's wife? Are you saying that Master's wife might have kidnapped Song Zhou?"
"Just a suspicion. Don't judge a person by appearances. Subduing someone doesn't necessarily rely on physical strength alone."
As Chang Ting said this, he also found it unbelievable and scratched his head hard.
Chen He asked, "Is there any basis for this?"
"There's no concrete evidence yet. I've already filed for an investigation into her, but this happened before I even had time to get started."
Chang Ting remembered Zhu Zangmo's description of their relationship when he last met him, so he repeated that sentence:
"Zhu Zangmo once said that they were a harmonious couple, husband and wife singing and dancing. That sounds so nice, but if you interpret it from another perspective, aren't they just accomplices?"
Then he shook his head. "I know it's far-fetched. Maybe I'm just losing my composure. I need to look for other possibilities."
Chen He concentrated silently, and quickly sorted out several "feasible plans for the weak to kidnap the strong" in his mind.
But when it comes to Fu Weiru and Song Zhou, it doesn't make sense.
The confusion in her heart was more blinding than the heavy snow.
The snowflakes were falling thicker and thicker, slicing at Chang Ting's cheeks. He rubbed his face and said, "I can't understand what good it would do whoever kidnapped Song Zhou."
Chen He couldn't understand this either.
Kidnapping Song Zhou...what's the purpose?
The greatest fear was the unknown. Her heart felt like it was hanging on the edge of a cliff, with no place to rest.
From time to time, he instinctively picked up his phone to take a look, hoping to see a call from Song Zhou.
Then he remembered that Song Zhou's cell phone was in his hand.
But when he looked at it again one time, his gaze suddenly froze.
She clicked a few times on her phone, a storm quietly sweeping across her eyes.
Chang Ting, who was wandering in the snow, noticed something and turned around to ask, "What's wrong?"
Chen He put the phone in her pocket, lowered her eyelashes, and concealed the deep shock in her pupils: "Nothing."
Chang Ting continued to walk around, muttering to himself: "Who else might attack Song Zhou..."
Chen He turned his back, pretending to be casual, and took out his phone again, looking at the private message he had just received on Weibo:
[I'm fine, don't worry, don't tell anyone. Wait for my news, little puppy.]
The private message comes from the Weibo account: Qiuyue who draws.
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