secret chat room

July 9, 2019.

"Angkor! Is it really okay for us to do this?"

Xiao Zhao rubbed his body and looked into the room hesitantly.

"This Zhuang Xie has been imprisoned by us for a day, and we haven't asked anything. As he said, our situation is not just a violation of discipline, it can be regarded as an illegal imprisonment. This..."

Wu Yuhe patted Xiao Zhao on the shoulder and blocked his next words.

"Don't ask too many questions. Your level is not high enough. Xiao Zhao, all you have to do is keep your mouth shut. There are many things you have to see but you have to pretend you didn't see them, and even if you heard them you have to pretend you didn't hear them. Do you understand?"

Xiao Zhao nodded.

"By the way, have the conditions been confirmed?"

"This Zhuang Xie, both his parents are dead, and he doesn't have any particularly close friends. He has opened a studio by himself. I don't know why, but he doesn't go to work often."

The implication is obvious, it means that even if Zhuang Xie's whereabouts are abnormal in a short period of time, he will not be discovered immediately.

"Okay, it's getting late. You should go back first."

"What about you, Angkor?"

"Me? I'll spend some time with this kid tonight."

"Click."

After walking out of the room, Xiao Zhao looked back at the closed door and frowned slightly.

Wu Yuhe is his old leader and a veteran in the team. Different from his gentle appearance, he always regards rules and regulations as nothing when handling cases. He is also a master who uses fierce methods and does not stick to trivial matters.

But like today, it's just a matter of searching the house without a search warrant. After that, the person is imprisoned directly. He is not escorted back to the police station for interrogation, nor is he allowed to report to the police, nor is he allowed to make any publicity.

The direction and situation are very strange.

However, Xiao Zhao thought about it for a moment, and his trust in the old leader suppressed the doubts in his heart.

It must be some kind of secret search.

He shook his head and strode outside.

What Xiao Zhao didn't know was that from an angle that he couldn't see, Wu Yuhe was looking at his retreating back through the window, and murmured quietly, "It seems that it needs to be dealt with as soon as possible."

Then he turned to look at Zhuang Xie not far away with a stern face, and found that the other person was looking at him deeply, as if he had been staring at him for a long time.

Wu Yuhe reached out and took out a switchblade from his trouser pocket, held it with his backhand, and slashed it towards his arm in a very strange posture.

"uh-huh!"

He frowned, sweating slightly on his forehead, and a gurgling stream of blood dripped from his fingertips onto the floor.

Zhuang Xie looked at the other person calmly, looking at the scar on Wu Yuhe's arm. Because of the strange posture and the depth of the scar, it looked more like someone had cut it. His eyes glanced at the other person's bulging waist.

.

"Are we finally going to get down to business? I am attacking a police officer, right? Officer Wu."

Wu Yuhe forced an ugly smile on his lips and approached Zhuang Xie step by step with the knife in hand.

...

June 26, 2019.

"Just leave like this?"

Hu Yan asked in confusion.

"What else? According to the information we know, Lu Zejie entered the group chat on July 4th. He has not yet entered the group chat, and is just an ordinary high school student."

"No! He is Huang Mao! He is the Huang Mao who provided him with information during Dahlia Hua Ling's time, and was even the mastermind behind the scenes!"

Hu Yan looked at the high school students not far away who were riding their bicycles leisurely after saying goodbye to their classmates and friends after school.

Huang Mao Lu Zejie does not have yellow-orange hair, but has a very good student haircut. He is slightly chubby and wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He looks like an ordinary high school student.

After dressing up in disguise, Zhuang Xie secretly followed and investigated him for a whole day, and discovered that Lu Zejie's grades were not top-notch, and had even declined recently.

The network of connections is also mediocre, and he is not close to him at all. There are only a few familiar classmates in the class.

Throwing a clam at any high school in Jiangnan District will kill one or two similar ordinary high school students.

Who would have thought that in a few days, he would enter a weird chat group, an existence filled with crazy money, superpowers, and a wish-fulfilling machine, but at the same time hidden greed, death and The murderer's haze.

Even in the speculations of Zhuang Xie and Hu Yan, this seemingly ordinary high school student Lu Zejie might be manipulating Hua Ling to do that lunatic, and even make the other party have the illusion that he is in control of everything. If this If the guess is true, then this high school student undoubtedly has an extremely deep palace.

Zhuang Xie turned around and looked at Hu Yan.

"Then what do you think I will do today."

"Then we must control him! Now Hua Lingqian should be the same as I was then. He has changed the future and will not have the memory of being caught by us, which means that he may not know that we have learned his trump card! That’s Huang Mao! As long as we control Lu Zejie, as long as we control him, as long as..."

Hu Yan stared at Lu Zejie's back and murmured.

"Imprison him, or kill him, right?"

Zhuang Xie suddenly interrupted.

"Yes! Yes! That's it! Kill him! Kill him! Then we win! Just win! Just uh..."

Hu Yan suddenly turned her head at a sharp and frightening angle. Zhuang Xie who was standing by was afraid that she had sprained his neck.

"I...what did I just say?"

"You just said you wanted to kill Lu Zejie. You wanted to kill someone."

Zhuang Xie stared into Hu Yan's eyes and spoke word by word.

Goosebumps suddenly rose from Hu Yan's arms. She clearly remembered everything just now, but her mouth used an unfamiliar tone and uttered completely unfamiliar words.

"What's wrong with me?"

Gradually, a trace of fear emerged from Hu Yan's eyes.

"I don't know, maybe we need to talk."

Zhuang Xie said he wanted to talk, but he took a step back, and the shadow behind him was like water, making subtle ripples.

Hu Yan took a deep breath and looked at Zhuang Xie who was on guard.

She looked up at the surveillance camera and passers-by, reached out and quickly took out an object from her waist, put it into her bag, and handed it to Zhuang Xie.

"Let's go back. I feel that my problem may be more serious. We really need to talk about it."

Zhuang Xie took it and put his hand into the bag, feeling the cold steel touch.

This is the gun that Hu Yan brings out, and it is also her only weapon that can threaten Zhuang Xie.

She is voluntarily disarming herself now just to tell Zhuang Xie that she can still trust me now.

"good."

Zhuang Xie zipped up his satchel and stepped on it.