Chapter 173
On the highway, a police car was speeding from Yanzhou to Qi'an.
Zhou Zhengzheng and another colleague sat in the back seat, and Wang Hanshuang sat in the middle.
In the end, she didn't handcuff Wang Hanshuang, but instead used her right hand to hold Wang Hanshuang's left wrist. This way, if Wang Hanshuang got excited, she would be able to control herself in time.
Although the original intention was to restrain, on the surface, this posture looked quite affectionate, almost like a mother and daughter.
Zhou Zhengzheng was thinking about how to trick her into talking.
Suddenly I felt that Wang Hanshuang was doing something sneaky.
Zhou Zhengzheng became alert, but pretended not to notice, wanting to see what Wang Hanshuang was trying to do.
Wang Hanshuang quietly moved Zhou Zhengzheng's right hand from her wrist to her palm, held both hands together for a while, then turned her hands over to look at the palms, and then turned over to look at the nails, as if she was looking at some treasure.
Then he turned his head and stared at Zhou Zhengzheng's profile, stunned.
Zhou Zhengzheng suddenly turned around and met her gaze.
Wang Hanshuang was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, officer. Whenever I see a young girl, I can't help but stare."
Zhou Zhengzheng felt like he was hit in the chest.
She knew that Wang Hanshuang was looking for Lu Shuping's shadow through her.
Suddenly, some words came to her throat: "Aunt Wang, you love your daughter very much. To avenge her, you will not hesitate to die."
Wang Hanshuang rubbed her fingers, with frost in her eyes: "Of course."
Zhou Zhengzheng then delivered a sharp sentence, like a blade cutting through: "You think Song Zhou should do the same for Qiu Yue."
Wang Hanshuang paused, and a smile froze at the corner of her mouth.
Zhou Zhengzheng turned around and looked at her: "So, you dragged Song Zhou into the game and asked him to help you complete a certain plan.
"I don't know whether Song Zhou is here voluntarily or not, but you know, someone is waiting for Song Zhou to come home.
"Song Zhou's girlfriend is Chen He, and she's Qiu Yue's best friend.
"Chen He is an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. Five years ago, in order to find Qiu Yue, Chen He was pushed off a cliff by Yu Ai Ai at the behest of Xing Yao, and she nearly died.
"With the determination to find out the truth, I crawled back from the brink of death, hanging on for dear life.
"And Song Zhou... in order to take care of his friend's mother, he changed his name from Qiu Song to Song Zhou, living in his friend's place.
"Chen He and Song Zhou each spent five years investigating and planning.
"They met on this thorny road, supported each other, and depended on each other.
"They risked their lives and were covered in wounds to force a group of murderers out of the shadows.
"Of course they also want all the murderers to be executed. If you beg them, if you force them to help you, they might actually do what you want.
"But Aunt Wang, the two of them have experienced too much separation and death.
"They are Avengers like you, but they are also young people like Lu Shuping.
"In order to push the murderer into hell, the two of them fell down with him. Do you really not mind?"
With a plop, a tear fell from Wang Hanshuang and hit the back of Zhou Zhengzheng's hand.
Wang Hanshuang used her thumb to wipe it off for her.
Zhou Zhengzheng took a deep breath: "Auntie Wang..."
"Xingchang Trading Company." Wang Hanshuang suddenly uttered four words in a hoarse voice.
She looked up. "There's a secret room in the basement of Xingchang Trading Company. Song Zhou is inside. He will kill the first person who opens the door."
Zhou Zhengzheng froze for a moment as if struck by lightning. Then he quickly took out his cell phone and called Chang Ting.
No one answered.
*
The entrance of Zhu Zangmo’s residential community.
Zhang You stayed in the van, guarding the monitoring equipment closely.
Suddenly, a colleague's voice came from the headphones.
"There's a fire at Zhu Zangmo's house!"
Zhang You was horrified. He opened the car door and jumped out, running into the residential complex.
Thick smoke billowed from the windows of Zhu Zangmo's villa. However, the gate was locked tightly, and even plainclothes officers disguised as security guards pounded on the door, but no one came to open it.
Another plainclothes officer had already climbed over the two-meter-high wall and opened the gate from the inside.
Zhang You and others rushed into the courtyard. As soon as the door opened, black smoke billowed out, and the mansion seemed to have turned into a giant cuttlefish.
They took off their coats, wet them in the pool in the yard, and rushed in, covering their mouths and noses.
The room was also filled with black smoke. No one could be seen one step away. All I could see was red flames leaping along the curtains and the scorching heat.
It looked like the fire had been smoldering in the house for a while. The doors and windows were kept tightly closed in winter, so by the time people outside saw the smoke, the house was already burning like a furnace.
"Zhu Zangmo! Fu Weiru!" Zhang You shouted twice, then he was choked and coughed, almost suffocating.
Apart from the crackling sound of the fire snakes crawling, there was no response.
He tried to reach inside, but his arm was suddenly grabbed by someone!
He was forcibly dragged into the yard and only then did he see clearly that the person pulling him was a colleague.
Several people retreated back to the courtyard, their faces blackened by smoke. A colleague took a deep breath and said, "It's too dangerous. We can't go in. Let's wait for the fire department to come!"
The fire truck arrived in a few minutes. The police gestured to the firefighters, "There are two people inside!"
Powerful water hoses were pressed through the doors and windows, and the fire was quickly brought under control.
Firefighters entered the room to search.
After a while, the fire chief emerged from the house and walked toward the waiting police officers, taking off his helmet and shouting:
"The fire started in the basement, and preliminary assessments show it spread rapidly. Further technical evaluation is needed to determine the specific cause."
Zhang You hurried forward and asked, "Have you found them?"
"Found it. It looks very strange."
The fire chief grinned, as if he had seen something horrific. He gestured with his hands, "Two people, one in front and one behind, were lying on the basement stairs, maintaining a climbing posture.
"The people were completely carbonized. I couldn't see their faces clearly. I couldn't even tell if they were men or women. And what was even more terrifying was... the person behind was grabbing the ankles of the person in front."
Everyone felt creepy.
Zhang You was stunned for a few seconds, then he took out his cell phone with trembling hands and called Chang Ting to report the emergency. He wanted to tell him that Teacher Chen's cartoon had come true again.
Although the crime scene was not the expected small building at the base, Zhu Zangmo and his wife were indeed burned to death as in the comics.
No one answered the call.
*
Chang Ting felt the phone in his hand vibrating, but he had no time to answer it.
He kicked the iron door loudly, hoping to use the noise to stop something that was happening inside - although he still didn't understand what it was.
The colored glass on the window panes fell to the ground, and the ground inside and outside the door looked like it was paved with gems.
There was no response from inside the door, and Lu Dun was nowhere to be seen, as if he had been swallowed up by the old house.
The sound attracted several colleagues who were standing guard and ran over: "What's wrong, Brother Chang?"
"I suspect Song Zhou is locked up in there. Something might have happened. We have to find a way to get in!"
Chang Ting was sweating and stepped back to look at the entire building.
On the side of the first floor, you can see a relatively large window with stained glass with icon patterns inside and covered with wrought iron railings outside.
The glass is so richly colored that you can't see inside.
He rushed forward and pulled hard at the railing.
My colleague said anxiously, "Brother, this is a cultural relic building. Although the anti-theft windows are fancy, they are actually made of special steel!"
Chang Ting was unwilling to give up and said, "Request SWAT support, hurry up!"
"Oh..." The colleague hurriedly made a phone call.
Chang Ting couldn't move the iron railing, so he stepped back and picked up a stone.
My colleague's expression changed: "That glass might be a cultural relic..."
Bang! Crash!
Chang Ting threw the stone without hesitation, and it went through the railing and broke the glass.
There was a huge hole in the chest of the icon.
Chang Ting leaned forward and looked inside, and in a dim corner, he saw a cart carrying boxes.
But there was still no sign of Lu Dun.
But a faint sound could be heard, like a cry leaking from a crack in the underworld, muddy and muffled, indistinct.
Chang Ting's heart tightened suddenly, and he grabbed the iron bars with both hands and shouted inside: "Lü Dun, come out!"
Something moved slightly.
A figure slowly moved out from the darkness. From Chang Ting's perspective, it looked like it was seeping out of the darkness.
This guy finally showed up - Chang Ting was about to curse, but his voice got stuck in his throat.
He saw who it was.
His eyes were cold behind his gold-rimmed glasses, and his beige wool sweater was stained with blood.
It’s Song Zhou.
"Song..."
Chang Ting just uttered one word when he lost his voice again.
He saw Song Zhou take a few more steps out, the dagger in his right hand reflecting a cold light.
Holding a person's collar with his left hand, he slowly dragged him out from the shadows, and the body and the wooden floor made a dull sound of friction.
From his clothes, one could tell it was Lü Dun, whose arms were drooping and head was bowed, looking lifeless.
A beam of light slanted in from an unknown window. Song Zhou, covered in blood, stood at the junction of light and darkness, staring silently at Chang Ting across the broken holy statue.
The truth is like a beast crawling in the darkness, slowly opening its eyes.
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