Super thriller live broadcast

The interrogation lasted until 1:30 in the morning. Tie Ningxiang sent me out of the police station alone.

I walked side by side with her, and she kept her head down as if she was struggling with something.

When she reached the gate of the city branch, Tie Ningxiang suddenly stopped where she was.

"Senior, are you feeling unwell?" She was suspended by her superiors because of her negligence in the pursuit of Lu Xing, which resulted in the disappearance of a police officer. When Wu Meng called her this time, she was taking care of Yiyi at home.

The surveillance camera at the door flashes red light, and the moonlight shines brightly on the two of us tonight, as if covered with a layer of white frost.

"It's okay." Tie Ningxiang looked at me straight and said without any reason: "Did you kill that Wang Erjun?"

"Me? Why should I kill him? There is no motive. I didn't even know him before this." I stood there and narrowed my eyes involuntarily.

Tie Ningxiang looked into my eyes and took a step closer to me. There was only half a foot between them: "When Zhao Bin sent in the autopsy report, your mood changed slightly. Although you controlled it very well, But compared to before, the way you speak and the tone you speak have become calmer."

"Really?" I looked at the palm prints on my palms, and after a long time I smiled: "Senior sister, you know that I am a murderer, why do you still get close to me? Aren't you afraid that I will become angry and silence you? "

"The duty of the police is to restore the truth." Tie Ningxiang didn't take a step back, the moonlight passed through the tips of her hair, and the flames in her beautiful eyes were more dazzling than the moonlight.

"What will you police do if you know the truth?" I avoided Tie Ningxiang's gaze, took out a cigarette and lit it: "An old lady died in her home a few days ago. Do you know how she died? ?”

"Is there a connection between the two?"

"Someone wanted to demolish her house, but she refused to move in order to protect her husband's tomb. Later, a forklift accidentally knocked down the wall of her house, causing her to be buried alive in the rubble."

"This is an accidental death."

"Yes, that's what the law stipulates." I looked at the drifting smoke: "But in the eyes of the old lady's relatives, perhaps only one life for another can be called fair."

Tie Ningxiang frowned at what I said: "Her relatives can solve the problem through normal legal channels. One life for one is barbaric and ignorant."

"She has no living relatives." I gently put my hands on Tie Ningxiang's shoulders: "At that time, if I didn't choose to help her, more innocent people would die, and the real culprit was still drinking wine. , playing with the sexy female model in different ways on the big bed in the single-family villa."

After flicking off the cigarette ashes, I glanced at Tie Ningxiang one last time: "I don't think what I did was right, but if I could go back in time and do it all over again, I would still do it."

I wasn't sure whether Tie Ningxiang understood what I said. After I finished speaking, I strode away, leaving her standing alone at the door of the police station.

The night wind was blowing, and there was not a single taxi on the road. When I was standing at the intersection and worrying, a Volkswagen Phaeton with a low-profile appearance but an actual price of more than 2 million parked next to me.

"Get in the car, I have something to tell you." The window was lowered and Huang Boyuan waved to me.

I looked inside the car and saw Huang Boyuan driving the car himself, with Huang Lan sitting in the back seat.

Opening the door and sitting in the passenger seat, I tapped on the window with my fingers: "Director Huang, if you have anything to say, just tell me."

"Delete that video on your phone." Huang Boyuan's tone was unquestionable. The car started and drove to his own house.

"That's not possible. This is evidence. The police will probably use it in later investigations." I took out my phone and put it in my palm: "Besides, this video has nothing to do with you."

"Huang Lan's name is in it."

"It's just a name, nothing substantial."

"The name doesn't matter, she is my Huang Boyuan's daughter!" A sudden brake, the car stopped on the side of the road, Huang Boyuan showed a serious expression for the first time: "Delete the video, I can leave the painting to you for safekeeping."

I tilted my head and hesitated for a moment: "Deal."

I deleted the video in front of him. During this period, I secretly glanced at Huang Lan sitting in the back seat. This mature and intellectual woman looked at the street outside the car window, as if everything that happened in the car had nothing to do with her.

When we arrived at Huang Boyuan's villa, the three of us entered the dusty room filled with memories.

Seeing the old and familiar furniture and the ancient scroll with the fatal words written on it, Huang Lan's expression changed. At this time, she seemed like a child who had been lost for a long time and finally found her way home. She was in the house. Wandering around, I touched the old furniture that had been on display for twenty years with my palms.

After a long time, Huang Lan seemed to come back to her senses. She walked towards Huang Boyuan: "Gao Jian told me what happened twenty years ago. He said that it was the Two-Faced Buddha who forced my mother to death. Today I also saw that terrifying madman, but …”

She looked at her father, who was no longer young: "Why didn't you ever tell me these things?"

"I am not a competent father, nor a competent husband. If I could have raised enough money for the operation, nothing would have happened to Wanjun. So you resent me, I don't blame you, I also resent myself, I hate myself for being incompetent, I hate myself for being useless..."

The father and daughter talked about things that happened twenty years ago, and I walked out of the house knowingly and stood quietly in the corridor.

After waiting for about half an hour, Huang Boyuan walked out of the house and handed the painting into my hand.

"Gao Jian, you are the only person who can make me, Huang Boyuan, give in in the past twenty years. I leave the painting to you. Don't lose it."

I knew very well the significance of this painting to Huang Boyuan, and it was incredible that he could hand it to me at this time: "I thought you were joking in the car?"

Huang Boyuan held on to the wall: "Yesterday I heard Huang Xue say something about you. Today you saved Huang Lan's life. These kindnesses cannot be repaid by a painting."

After a few polite words with Huang Boyuan, I left the villa and was driven back to Tingtang Road by his driver.

Back at the shop, I first put the severely damaged black eyeball into a lacquered wooden coffin, and then put the painting together with the octagonal token I brought out from the dream.

In the dream, the family portrait of Yuan Chen Shensha was finally absorbed by the octagonal token, with the two ancient characters Yuan Chen appearing on one corner. According to my speculation, this token should have the effect of collecting Shensha.

Unfold the ancient scroll and put the octagonal token inside. It didn't take long for the two ancient characters Tianyi to appear on the corner of the token opposite Yuan Chen.

After taking away the token, the writing on the scroll became dim and the blood faded, as if something was missing.

I hid the ancient scroll and carried the token with me. I always felt that this thing would be of great use.

After finishing the rest of the essence-strengthening medicine paste, I performed the Miaozhenxin method, and the energy condensed into my body and sank into my Dantian. This seemed to be a sign that I was about to break through the realm.

After meditating all night, I took Bai Qi to have a hearty breakfast early the next morning, and then took a taxi to Xinhu High School.

I also had an unexpected gain in Huang Xue's dream, which was a piece of information revealed by Guo Junjie before his death.

He said that there was someone like me who tried to stop the Double-Faced Buddha five years ago. According to my speculation, this person was probably also the anchor of the underworld show.

When I came to Xinhu High School and climbed over the guardrail, I discovered something very strange this time.

I have been to Xinhu High School three times in total. Every time I come here, the no-entry wooden signs hanging on the fence fall into the mud.

"Is it blown by the wind?" I picked it up and hung it up for the third time, and then found two wires to tie it tightly: "You can't enter this place casually, especially living people."

Bai Qi and I entered the school together. After we walked away, the wooden sign that was tied began to shake on its own.

A brick smashed the glass window of the Academic Affairs Office, and I jumped into the office building. I searched layer by layer and finally found the student status archives room.

I smashed the big rusty lock on the door and pushed it in. A rotten smell entered my nose.

Yuan Chen Shensha provided me with three pieces of information at that time. The man had a large-screen mobile phone like mine. He was also a student of Xinhu High School, and his student information was in his student file.

Based on these three points, I started searching and soon found something.

"What's going on? It seems that one of the students in the same class as Guo Junjie is missing all the information."