Bashidaoba Police Station.

"It's true, you have to stop causing trouble! If you are not Mr. Dojima's nephew and his friends, this will not be done with a warning. Maybe you will be in trouble."

A young curly-haired detective said helplessly that it was Toru Adachi, the follower of Dojima, Ryotaro.

"I'm so sorry! We're so impulsive." Hanumura apologized immediately.

Zuo Fuchao, who was standing beside him, said lightly: "Don't say 'we', I was shot while lying down."

"Ah, so ruthless!" Huacun made a wounded expression.

Zuo Fuchao ignored him and said to Toru Adachi, "Thank you, curly."

"Ah? What did you call me?"

"Curly hair, do you want to ask the reason?" Zuo Fuchao looked at him and explained seriously, "Because your hair is naturally curly, and the guys with natural curly are all good people."

"It's not the question, how can you call people like this! Even if you don't call me elder brother, at least you should call me Mr. Adachi!"

After hearing Zuo Fuchao's name to him, Toru Adachi immediately complained.

Zuo Fuchao nodded, "Okay curly."

"You!" Adato sighed, "Forget it, let's send you away first."

"Zuo Fuchao! Huacun!"

At this moment, Qianzhi ran towards them.

"Why are you here?" Huacun asked in confusion.

Qianzhi glared at him fiercely, "I saw you being taken into the police car, but when I asked here, I realized that it was because of you..."

Seeing that everyone nearby looked at them, Qianzhi lowered his voice and did not continue to say anything.

Huacun touched his head embarrassedly and giggled foolishly, and was embarrassed to refute.

"Zuo Fuchao, after calling Huacun yesterday, I went to Tiancheng Hotel. As a result, Xuezi's mother told me that Xuezi had been at home until yesterday evening, but no one has seen her again since then!"

He ignored Huacun anymore, Qianzhi turned to Zuo Fu Chao and said to him.

"It is true that Yukiko's family of Tiancheng has submitted a request for a search," said Toru Adachi suddenly in anger.

"By the way, I remember seeing you with Miss Tiancheng that day. Do you have any clues? For example, Miss Tiancheng looks very painful?"

As he said that, he took out a small notebook and started recording.

"Pain, why do you ask that?"

Zuo Fuchao asked.

Toru Adachi turned to Zuo Fu Chao, "The previous victim, Yamano female anchor, had lived in Tiancheng House before the incident, and then complained in a flock. As a result, the boss's wife of Tiancheng House fell ill due to too much pressure, and your friend Miss Tiancheng is the daughter of the boss..."

He lowered his voice when he said this, "... Some people in the bureau said that she hid because of shameful reasons."

After hearing Adatsuki's words, Zuo Fuchao felt that it was a little inappropriate and frowned, "Curly hair..."

Before he could finish his words, someone had already gotten angry before him:

"What do you mean? Are you saying that Xuezi is the murderer?"

"No, no, this is just a rumor..."

When Toru Adachi saw that the situation was wrong, he immediately changed his words. Qianzhi had already rushed towards him, obviously losing his calmness after hearing about his good friend.

"How could Xuezi be a prisoner!"

"Calm down, Qianzhi!"

Zuo Fuchao reacted quickly and immediately hugged Qianzhi in his waist. Huamura hurriedly blocked between her and Adatsuto, "Don't do this. Classmate Rika!"

Qianzhi's strength was surprisingly strong this time, and Zuo Fuchao had to use some more effort to stop her.

Well. It feels good, although it is small breasts...

"What are you doing!"

Just as the four of them were pulling and tugging, a familiar voice from Zuo Fu Chao came, which was his uncle, Ryotaro Dojima.

In addition, after they made such a fuss, the nearby police also surrounded them.

Zuo Fuchao glanced around and said to Qianzhi, "Let's go."

Huacun also advised, "Enough, Lizhong."

Zuo Fuchao and Hanumura's words still worked, and Chizhi finally stopped trying to rush towards Adachi Toru.

Seeing this situation, Zuo Fuchao let her go.

"Xuezi, Xuezi, she..."

Qianzhi's words were already filled with tears before she could say them.

Because I had met Qianzhi and Yukiko through Zuo Fuchao before and knew that they were friends with good relationships, Dojima could probably guess what happened.

He turned to Toru Adachi and asked, "What did you say to her?"

As a policeman, he quickly saw the essence.

"I...I didn't say anything." Asahito immediately became timid when he saw that the situation was wrong.

Dojima frowned and called Zuo Fuchao aside to ask him about the situation. He knew that although his nephew was not old, he was calm enough. This situation was definitely correct.

After hearing Zuo Fuchao say that, Dojima shook his head and said, "That guy Adachi, I have said to him not to say extra things..."

"Someone doubts Xuezi?" Zuo Fuchao asked.

Dojima nodded, "There is indeed such a voice in the bureau, but I suppressed it. I don't think it's possible. It's useless to say that everything is useless without definite evidence. Now the most important thing is to find her first."

After he finished speaking, he said to Zuo Fuchao in an admirable tone, "You did a good job just now. If she really made her move on Adachi, it would be difficult to do."

Zuo Fuchao nodded. Due to Dojima, the three of them finally left the police station smoothly.

"We must go and save Xuezi!"

As soon as she walked out of the police station, Qianzhi stopped. She turned around and looked at Zuo Fu Chao and Huacun, "You will go with me, right?"

"Of course! Let me teach them a lesson with my own strength this time!" Huacun said confidently.

Qianzhi nodded to him, showing a grateful look, and then looked at Zuo Fuchao. When she thought that even Huacun could agree, let alone Zuo Fuchao, he took the initiative to help Huacun.

Sure enough, Zuo Fuchao did not disappoint him, "Xuezi is now very likely to be on TV. We should indeed save her, but..."

"But what?"

Qianzhi immediately became anxious when she heard Zuo Fuchao's words. She grabbed Zuo Fuchao's arm and said, "Xuezi is in danger, we can't wait any longer!"

"Calm down, the classmate of Lizhong must have his reason."

After yesterday's incident, Huacun was full of confidence in Zuo Fuchao.

"We should do some preparations before we go," Zuo Fuchao's eyes were calm and he analyzed in an orderly manner, "Although I don't know what will happen on TV this time, judging from previous experiences, it is probably inevitable that the battle will be inevitable."

"I'm not afraid! I'm not afraid of anything to save Xuezi!" Qianzhi said loudly.

"So you need to prepare more, Qianzhi, do you know where you can get something like weapons and medicine?"

"ha?"

After hearing Zuo Fuchao's words, Huacun showed a surprised look, "Didn't you express your dissatisfaction with my behavior just now? Why are you going to find a weapon again now?"

Zuo Fuchao looked at him. He showed the suppression of IQ without hesitation, "I won't let others see it."

"Uh..." Huacun shut up obediently.

"Speaking of this, our sportswear is wide enough that it won't be discovered even if it is hidden inside." For some reason, Qianzhi's reaction was very fast in this regard. She immediately pulled Zuo Fuchao forward, "I know there is a place to get what you said!"

"Yeah. Then let's go."

"Hey, you two wait for me!"

Seeing Zuo Fuchao and Qianzhi running directly, Huacun shouted and rushed up.

“It’s here.”

After taking Zuo Fuchao to a shop called Dazhilu on the store street, Qianzhi finally stopped. Huacun, who was following them, was shocked when she saw the situation in the store.

I saw that it was like a blacksmith shop on TV, with all kinds of weapons and armor placed on the cabinet.

"Why do you know this kind of place?" Hanumura couldn't help but yell, "As a high school student, this is too foul!"

"You are wrong, Huacun," Zuo Fuchao said seriously. "Only high school students can save the world."

"You're the setting in the anime!"

"This is my personal hobby... Well, Huacun, hurry up and choose some equipment. We have no time to waste it. I don't have much money, it depends on you, the rich second generation."

"Don't call me like the left!" Huacun found that he was increasingly developing towards complaining about his role, which was definitely forced by life. "I also have to make money by working, there are only five thousand here."

“It’s useless.”

"Poor."

"You two have enough of me!"
To be continued...