"What did he say?"

"He said...'Humans are very strange animals, such as exercising, combining high-intensity and intense anaerobic exercise with long-term low-consuming walking, which is much better than jogging that always maintains moderate intensity. The same is true when exercising spirits. It's just that she will adapt, be numb, and even try to rebel. So the key is that you usually have to create a rule and atmosphere, and you must clearly distinguish between rewards and punishments. When she does a good job, you must give her the right reward. When breaking the rules, you must give her the most severe punishment. Just this intensity is enough, you must defeat her in one go'..."

The investigator paused the recording pen and looked up at the man opposite him.

Pan Yunteng has been interrogated for half a week, barely calm, but bloodshot in his eyes has appeared. His expression was a little bit muddy, but the muddy expression cracked when he was halfway through the recording. He raised his head in disbelief and stared at the small recorder, as if a monster popped up inside: "What did he say?"

"Fei Du's original words were confirmed on the testimony," the investigator said, "Do you need to see?"

Fei Du and Pan Yunteng are completely two extremes. One is to answer questions and the other is to have a mouth like a river clam. Zhang Chunjiu said that the album plan was not named by him, which pushed Pan Yunteng to the forefront. However, except for admitting that the second album plan was named by himself, he never said a word.

"You know Fan Siyuan is not dead," the investigator stared into his eyes, "so named the second album plan."

Pan Yunteng's sitting posture was a little stiff.

"You anonymously reported that Wang Hongliang of the Huashi District Branch participated in drug trafficking. You used your position to go through special channels. In the second half of the report letter, you alluded to the old director Zhang Chunjiu to neglect his duties and even intended to cover up. He also questioned that the criminal crime rate during his tenure was so low that he was intercepted and detained because the doubts in the second half were groundless - who gave it to you the reporting materials?"

"As a citizen, I have the right to report criminals anonymously, and I also have the right to ensure that my personal safety and freedom are not threatened!" Pan Yunteng gritted his teeth and said, "Who gives you the power to force me to tell the source of the news?"

Investigator: "It is OK to report anonymously, but you didn't say that you can frame accusation anonymously and speak nonsense."

"Wang Hongliang's evidence is conclusive. Is this a false accusation?"

"What about the allegations against Zhang Chunjiu? Is there any evidence? If so, please take them out."

Pan Yunteng choked slightly.

"It's all based on guessing," the investigator glanced at him, reached out and patted the recording pen next to him, "Professor Pan, do you guess that Fan Siyuan is such a person?"

Pan Yunteng's eyes flashed slightly, staring at the recorder without saying a word.

“Why would you allow a freshman student to join the album program?”

Pan Yunteng's cheeks tightened.

"Because I read his homework, he submitted papers on 'victims of vicious criminal cases' and 'group crime', which was the research field before Fan Siyuan was obsessed with it back then!"

"I……"

"You think he was sent by Fan Siyuan, you think his purpose in joining the album project is the same as you! You didn't expect that he was the victim of these papers." The investigator slapped the table, "Professor Pan, you are a senior in the industry, and now you are a role model and are widely respected. Are you scattered with such people?"

Pan Yunteng: "I'm not..."

"When you arrested Lu Guosheng, you listened to the interrogation," the investigator said coldly, "Then I don't know if you heard that part of the matter. In Feng Bin's murder case, there was a mysterious 'say hello to Shatov', and a character code-named 'a13'. They asked Lu Guosheng to expose it step by step. Who arranged it? Let me tell you again, regarding this, Director Lu personally questioned Fu Jiahui, but she did not deny it. They used innocent minors as props and sacrifices, Professor Pan, are you not aware of this at all?"

Pan Yunteng could no longer bear it, took off his glasses, supported his elbows on the table, and rubbed his haggard cheeks with both hands.

"Professor, where is your conscience?"

"Wang Hongliang's reporting materials... were given to me by sister-in-law and Fu Jiahui."

Hearing that he finally spoke, the investigator let out a sigh of relief and signaled to the staff next to him to record.

"I was shocked after reading it. I asked her where this thing came from. She said it was the younger brother of one of the victims, named Chen Zhen, and begged her to an old friend. I dare not believe it. I met Chen Zhen secretly and found that the girl was indeed dead strangely. If this matter is true, then I must not ignore it if I know it. But there is one thing that is strange. I asked Fu Jiahui, I have left the city bureau long ago, why did she come to me and why didn't she hand these things directly to Zhang Chunjiu? Even if I passed by me, I would still ask Lao Zhang to solve it nearby. I couldn't say that I would go over him and make this matter come to the top. What should I do if Lao Zhang does this? Isn't it a bad thing to do? There is no such thing."

Pan Yunteng slowly raised his head: "Fu Jiahui said... She said 'Who doesn't know that this matter is up to him? Do you think he will take care of it? You don't know how Gu Zhao and Lao Yang died, right?' Then she took out Lao Yang's suicide note and showed it to me. I realized that when he died in the line of duty in three years, he was re-investing the case of Gu Zhao that year. I saw the photos he took secretly and almost found a gathering den for these wanted criminals. At this time, his strength alone was no longer enough, and he had to find someone to help. He made the same mistake as Gu Zhao and believed people who should not believe."

"'People who shouldn't believe' refers to Zhang Chunjiu."

"I can't think of anyone else." Pan Yunteng whispered, "I forced her to ask her who her so-called 'old friend' was, and then I realized that he...he was not dead."

The latter "he" refers to Fan Siyuan, and the investigator asked: "Have you ever contacted Fan Siyuan? Have you seen him with your own eyes?"

"……Um."

Although he had expected it, at first glance, when he heard that he had confirmed that man's resurrection, the investigator gasped: "When?"

"This summer, at the end of July, I think... it should be the last day of July. That day, Lao Lu's family was not here, so he just came to my house for dinner. My wife was his distant cousin. We met and introduced it to Lao Lu, and the relationship between the two families has always been good. Before he finished eating, he answered a phone call. I heard him call 'Sister-in-law', and I knew it was Fu Jiahui looking for him. At that time, I felt a little 'skip' in my heart, and I vaguely felt something was wrong. Fu Jiahui said on the phone, "Someone-in-law is there in Yang Xin's school. She was on a business trip and wanted to ask him for help. When Lao Lu heard that, he hurriedly left before he finished eating. He had just walked less than five minutes before my doorbell rang."

"Have Fan Siyuan been to your house?" The investigator sat upright, speaking a little faster involuntarily. "A serial killer who has been resurrected from the dead is standing in front of you. Didn't you call the police?"

"Because Fu Jiahui is with him." Pan Yunteng breathed a deep breath, "He is in a wheelchair, old and not decent. If it weren't for the fact that his expression had not changed, I almost recognized him. When he came in, the first thing he said was, 'Long time no see, Xiao Pan, do you want to know who the person who betrayed his brother?"

"What did he ask you to do?"

"He didn't ask me to do anything," Pan Yunteng's eyes were empty and he smiled bitterly, "I have submitted the reporting materials, and I have started the second album plan. There is nothing to do. He said he was just here to say goodbye. Let me take a look at the second album plan, and everything is almost over."

Everything is almost over.

On the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, the Spring Festival travel rush is in full swing.

Before five o'clock in the morning, Zhou Huaijin was woken up by a loud song of the Five Rings.

For the sake of personal safety, Zhou Huaijin did not return to the hotel. His temporary residence became the living room of Luo Wenzhou's house. The rooms were all for the wounded and the girls. The other men found a place to lie down in a row, and each of them was covered in cat hair.

Zhou Huaijin opened his eyes in a daze and saw Luo Wenzhou picking up the phone.

Luo Wenzhou sat on the small rattan chair on the balcony. The ashtray in front of him was so full that it was bursting. I don’t know how many times he smoked. Before dawn, he was dressed neatly and had a clear eyes. I don’t know if he got up early or didn’t sleep at all: “Hey, Tao Ran?”

Tao Ran was sitting in a wheelchair, and the sides of the hospital corridor were full of family members of patients who were reluctant to leave to stay in the hotel. Although there were many people, there were not many awake. Only two people from the investigation team were communicating with the doctor at the entrance of the critical illness, and they seemed a little lonely.

Tao Ran didn't chew for a long time, and Luo Wenzhou glanced at the watch and suddenly had a bit of an ominous premonition.

"Wen Zhou, the master's wife is gone."

Luo Wenzhou was stunned and couldn't tell what it felt like.

Fu Jiahui had a bad relationship with him during her lifetime. That day, she heard her conversation with Director Lu outside the ward. He couldn't figure out how to face her for a while. Now he saved it. "We are the story reciters" became her last words.

There were a few people who were not sleeping, who were alarmed by his cheerful phone ringtone just like Zhou Huaijin. Seeing that Luo Wenzhou's expression was wrong, they all sat up and looked at him silently.

The telephone signal passed through the howling north wind, and the sounds were filled with a bit of coldness. Tao Ran asked: "Yang Xin... haven't Yang Xin found it yet?"

At this time, Lu Jia came out of the bedroom with his injured hand hanging. He couldn't tie the loose coat on Luo Wenzhou, so he could only put it on his body crampedly. He also had scratches and bruises left by the horror that night in the middle of the night, and he felt very present everywhere he went.

"That day someone pretended to be a taxi driver and sent Mr. Fei to the villa. After that, we found that they had left the city and went to L City near the coast, and settled in a nearby county called 'Xijijo'."

Xiao Haiyang put on his glasses and said with a nasal tone: "I know that, the small commodity wholesale market, the online stores nearby, and the wholesale market all went there to get goods. The traffic of people is large, the fish and dragons are mixed, so it is easy to hide."

"Yes, they rented a very remote warehouse there, with more than one parking space, which looked like a stronghold. Our people didn't alert the enemy. They squatted beside them for two days. They just saw a strange car driving in," Lu Jia handed Luo Wenzhou a few photos of the cell phones that came over, "Is this car you want?"

Luo Wenzhou didn't look at the license plate number at first sight, but only saw a silhouette of a young girl wearing a white down jacket. He recognized that this was Yang Xin at first sight.

"Boss," Xiao Wu didn't catch the vicious motorcycle convoy that day. When he heard about the news, he hurriedly came over, "What should I do? Can I catch it?"

Tao Ran on the phone was also waiting for his reply silently.

Luo Wenzhou carefully turned the photos sent back from beginning to end: "Xiaowu, how many people should you take, rent a truck to Xiyizhao, and ask the special police to support you. Be sure to catch the people back without leaving any one."

Xiao Wu jumped up like a live fish.

Lu Jia: "I ask my people to cooperate."

"Wait!" Luo Wenzhou called him again.

"Boss, what else do you do?"

Luo Wenzhou hesitated for a moment: "Be careful...be careful, our goal is the person behind them. We must be tried to judge if we catch them and try not to hurt them."

Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, understood what he meant, and said "Oh" and took people away.

The living room, which was overcrowded just now, was half empty, Xiao Haiyang washed his face: "Captain Luo, what will we do next?"

"How is Yang Bo's mother checking? Tell me."

"Her name is Zhuo Yingchun. She died of illness eighteen months ago. She was fifty-three years old when she died. Her household registration and hometown were both H City, but her birthplace was ominous," Xiao Haiyang said. "I asked. People said that this identity information is not necessarily true. People of this age do not have an ID card as soon as they were born. Many of the information was reported by themselves later. Some of them may not even be of the same age. The relative information she registered only had the Yang family after marriage. Her parents and brothers were ominous. The police in charge of household registration said that in this case, she may be an orphan or may have been abducted and trafficked. Even what happened decades ago was not accurate, so she might have to go to the local area to ask."

"Let's go," Luo Wenzhou stood up, "Don't sleep anymore. After solving this problem, I will make up for my sleep when I come back."

In the deep winter, it is almost seven o'clock when the genius is just dawning. The long night in the morning makes people lazy and the animals, and some are wandering around.
Chapter completed!