"Glasses! Ocean! Do you have a car in your hand now... Come to the airport with me, immediately, right away!"

Lang Qiao hurriedly summoned Xiao Haiyang - it was not that easy to find a student who had graduated for more than ten years. The director wore reading glasses and flipped through the student list for a long time. The teacher who taught this student back then was now retired, and the one who had left the job could only ask around the bush. After making more than an hour of phone calls, it was almost midnight when he contacted the art student himself.

The art student is at the airport and is preparing to travel with his family. It is said to be a night flight.

Lang Qiao and Xiao Haiyang rushed over and rushed to McDonald's who had made an appointment with the people in advance.

After midnight, the fast food restaurant was crowded with tired passengers, which was very quiet. Some people were pillowing their bags to rest. Most of them were still awake and didn't talk much. They were fiddling with their mobile phones and computers. When they looked around, they looked like a still space. Xiao Haiyang was dragged by Lang Qiao and became a sick dog. Every step he stepped on the ground was as heavy as a tamp, alarming several shallow backpackers, who were watched angrily all the way, and finally found Yu Bin's student in the corner.

A high school boy more than ten years ago was already an adult. He was over 20 years old and had a small mustache on his lips. From the cost of his dress, he was in good financial condition.

"Can you check the ID?" The man was gentle and polite, but very cautious. He first asked Lang Qiao and Xiao Haiyang's IDs to come over, carefully checked the anti-counterfeiting signs at Guang, and then he returned the two work permits with a little apology. "Sorry."

"It's okay, civil rights." Lang Qiao took out the painting certificate and note she received from the school from her bag, "Are these two things yours?"

"I painted the award-winning paintings," the man lowered his head, flipped over with a little nostalgia, and looked at the photocopy on the award certificate for a moment. He said with a wry smile, "This is an immature work of my student days, but the inspiration was really abundant... The coastal place is very special, the sea is so open, but I don't know why it makes people feel desolate and empty, especially when the wind blows into the cracks of the reef in the evening, it's like someone crying around, gloomy and lonely."

The two materialists, Xiao Haiyang and Lang Qiao, knew the details of Binhai. After hearing his very literary description, they shuddered.

"I was almost in my third year of high school at that time. Logically speaking, I should have been focusing on preparing for the college entrance examination for professional courses. When I went to Binhai, I actually just wanted to play with my classmates for two days, drawing something casually, and I didn't plan to compete in any competition. However, after the drawing, the effect was unexpectedly good. Teacher Yu liked it very much and strongly recommended me to register. I didn't want to get any ranking, but I didn't expect to accidentally insert the willow... The note was also inserted after I received the award." The man said this, silent for a while, and shook his head with a dim expression, "Actually, I sometimes wondered whether the place in Binhai... would be a bit evil as the folk said? I am not superstitious, but sometimes when I see this painting, I always feel that there is an ominous atmosphere inside."

Lang Qiao took out his notebook: "Do you still remember how many of you went there together at that time? How long did you stay in Binhai?"

"Well... four or five people, me, the teacher, and a few children from the first year of high school, were all 'Met'," the man said. "It should be the weekend, and it was very tight to go to school. There was no other time except weekends. I remember we stayed there for two nights... It should be on Friday and back on Sunday."

"Do you live in Binhai?"

"No, there was no one there at that time, and there was no place to stay. We lived in a nearby farmhouse - even if it was nearby. In fact, it took about half an hour to drive there. We rented a car there, filmed the scene during the day, and went back to the farmhouse to rest at night."

Lang Qiao hurriedly asked: "Have you ever met strange people or strange things when you were painting in Binhai?"

The man looked up at her, and when he opened his mouth, he answered the question: "Police Lang, actually the reason why I promised to wait here to see you today is because someone asked me the same question before."

Lang Qiao and Xiao Haiyang were stunned at the same time.

"Sorry, I checked your documents carefully before because of this," the man said, "After Teacher Yu's accident, it's been more than a year since I was in my freshman year, someone came to me. The man, very tall, middle-aged man, claimed to be the policeman dealing with Teacher Yu's case - I don't know how to describe it, but I just felt a little afraid of him. You may have seen that I am a little sensitive, and I didn't dare to look at him in the eyes at that time."

"What did he talk to you?"

"He said he wanted to ask me a few things related to Teacher Yu's murder case. I was very surprised. Didn't the murderers who killed Teacher Yu have been caught? Why did you ask? But the man said that some things are not as simple as they seem. He suspected that there was a hidden secret of Teacher Yu's murder, and it was related to the Binhai we had been to before."

Xiao Haiyang asked: "What's the name of this policeman?"

"Call Gu Zhao."

Xiao Haiyang shivered his elbows and knocked over a Coke cup on the table. Broken ice cubes spilled on the table. His expression was indescribable: "What did you say?"

"Gu Zhao—'Jin Dao' Zhao, if I remember correctly, I should have called this name, what's wrong?"

Xiao Haiyang's fingers trembled unconsciously: "Can you... please tell me carefully about what he looks like? Are you thirty-five or six years old, a little thin, about 1.75 meters tall..."

"I can't tell you that I'm old, but I think I should be older, and I'm more than 1.75 meters tall," the man recalled carefully. "My college entrance examination was 1.79 meters tall. That person was taller than me, and when I stood in front of me, I felt very oppressed. I had a square face and had a very contour. What, do you know? So is he a fake policeman?"

As he described it, Xiao Haiyang's expression changed a few times. He was confused at first, and then a faint anger arose - this is not Gu Zhao. More than a year after Yu Bin was killed, according to time, Gu Zhao had been killed unjustly, and someone dared to pretend to be his identity and go out to cheat!

For a moment, he felt as if the cleanest part in his heart had been defiled. If he had hair on his body, Xiao Haiyang might have blown into a ball of hair. His clenched fist said coldly: "No, he is fake, what did he ask?"

"Like you, he also asked me in detail who went to Binhai and his party, how they arranged the itinerary, whether there was anyone on the way, and whether anything special happened. I said I don't remember, the man thought about it and asked me again, 'Have you ever been out alone at that time'?"

Xiao Haiyang and Lang Qiao looked at each other - by the way, if Yu Bin was killed, it was really related to his visit to Binhai, then why were the students who were with him unharmed? The criminals do not have the bottom line of principle of not killing minors, so it is very likely that something happened to him when he acted alone.

"After he said this, I remembered it. It was indeed. The night before we were about to leave, we had agreed to leave early the next morning. After dinner, Teacher Yu specifically told everyone to pack up their things. At this time, a girl suddenly said that she could not find the camera. We helped her recall it carefully and felt that she might have fallen in the scene. The camera was considered a valuable item in the hands of the students. When Teacher Yu heard it, he immediately went back for her. Because it was too late at that time, he didn't take the students and drove there by himself. He got a car with someone on the way. I only found out when I saw him go to check out the car rental the next day. The one who called himself Gu Zhao..."

Xiao Haiyang suddenly interrupted him: "Don't call him by this name."

Both the man and Lang Qiao were stunned. Xiao Haiyang came to his senses and lowered his head slightly: "I'm sorry, but he is not Gu Zhao, please don't call him this name."

Although he tried his best to be polite, he was still very rude. Lang Qiao was about to try to smooth things over, but the man was very understanding and said clearly: "Oh, I know, so he pretended to be a respected policeman, right? Then I'll say 'fake policeman'."

When Xiao Haiyang heard the word "virtue and respect", he didn't know what it felt like.

"The fake policeman asked me and said who the teacher hit me. I don't know. I was not there either. I just heard from the teacher that it was dark and he was a little distracted. When he passed the hillside by the sea, a car suddenly rushed out of the forest. He didn't react at that time and accidentally scratched the other person's car door. However, the other party should have a high quality and didn't say anything. Instead, the teacher was dissatisfied and insisted on chasing him and asked him to send the document for repairing the car and painting to him. In this matter, the accident was resolved peacefully, and Teacher Yu is not an unreasonable person."

Xiao Haiyang and Lang Qiao looked at each other.

Xiao Haiyang: "Do you remember the other party's license plate number?"

"Master Yu may remember, but he won't tell me specifically." The man spread his hands.

This is indeed the case. Xiao Haiyang couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but Lang Qiao said: "How do you know that the person you asked you for was a fake policeman?"

"but……"

"When I left, I remembered another thing. I wanted to go back and tell him, but when I turned around, I found that the man's face was gloomy and terrible, which was completely different from the kindness he had just now. At that time, the school was carrying out anti-fraud publicity. I suddenly felt a little worried and asked him for a work permit - but at that time I had no common sense and couldn't tell whether the certificate was true or not. I secretly looked through the anti-fraud tips sent by the ideological and political teacher on my phone. The first one was, 'Police collecting evidence is usually a move for more than two people. If you encounter a single person, be careful'."

Lang Qiao: "What did you mean to tell him?"

"It's a painting." The man said, "Teacher Yu is a very hardworking person. He always keeps his sketchbook away. He will draw any touches when he sees it. The sketchbook he went to Binhai was just used up. A few paintings were drawn on paper... The outlined farmhouse courtyard and other things. I asked for it before leaving, but found a sketch of a character inside, drawing a man and a woman. I have never seen these two people before. I guess maybe it was the person he ran into that night."

Xiao Haiyang: "Do you still keep the painting?"

"Teacher Yu's relics are still preserved."

When Luo Wenzhou received a call from Xiao Haiyang, Xiao Glasses were a little incoherent.

"We've come downstairs of his house, and we'll go and collect evidence now!"

Luo Wenzhou sighed: "Did you two thank them?"

Xiao Haiyang then remembered that Yu Bin's student was originally planning to leave Yancheng by night, so he quickly turned around and said to the man wearing his luggage: "Will this... not miss your plane?"

"My plane has taken off." The man shrugged, "My lover is here with both of us parents."

"That……"

"It's okay, I'll see if I can change the ticket. If the air ticket is tight, I'll just go out and have fun. If you go for a short time, you won't die. But if there is any hidden secret in Teacher Yu's case, can you call me and tell me after you close the case?" The art student at that time said, "Teacher Yu is very good to us. I can do something for him. No matter whether it is useful or not, I feel at ease. I think he should live a hundred years old."

Luo Wenzhou turned to see the surveillance in the interrogation room. A criminal policeman was interrogating Zhu Feng about the case of Yufen Middle School.

"Who was pretending to be a school worker and misleading Wang Xiao with recordings. Who instructed him? Do you know what you are doing?"

Zhu Feng didn't answer, just sneered.

"You said your purpose was to find out where Lu Guosheng and him were hiding, okay," the detective said, "but do you know that this incident caused a boy to die? Not only did he die, but he also died without a complete body!"

Zhu Feng looked at him expressionlessly, and her two nasolabial folds pulled the corners of her mouth very low.

"Since you are following Wang Xiao, don't you know what that child has experienced during school violence? You not only watched coldly, but also used her?"

Zhu Feng flattened the corners of her mouth and said coldly: "Isn't she dead?"

"What did you say?"

"A dozen or so, Dabin was stabbed more than ten times... It's not like a human being. Aren't you all watching coldly?" Zhu Feng's voice was hoarse, "She is not dead again, why are you pretentious?"

Luo Wenzhou was blocked by these words for some reason, and he vomited out turbid air, picked up his cigarette and walked out of the monitoring room. He touched his whole body and found that he forgot to put the lighter out.

At this time, with a "click" beside him, a cluster of small flames emerged and handed them to him.

Luo Wenzhou turned his head, Fei Du found a lighter from somewhere and asked him: "Do you want it?"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He choked for a moment, waved his hand silently, and put the cigarette back. At this time, his cell phone was shocked, and Xiao Haiyang sent him a picture. Luo Wenzhou opened it and found that it was a pencil sketch. The paper had turned yellow. The painting was sandwiched in a plastic clip and it was well preserved. It was painted on it with a man and a woman, and in the corner was the signature of Date and Yu Bin.

The painting was very vivid. Luo Wenzhou sighed after reading it: "Su Hui, and..."

"The head of Chunlai Group." Fei Du looked over and took a look.

More than ten years ago, when Zhang Chunling and Su Hui went to Binhai in the middle of the night, they were caught by Yu Bin, an art teacher who went back to find something for students.

What are they doing?

Is there a girl's body in the trunk?

Has Su Hui always acted as the contact person between Zheng Kaifeng and Zhang Chunling? After Yu Bin caught him and Zhang Chunling together, Zheng Kaifeng's contact person was replaced by Yang Bo's mother Zhuo Yingchun in order to be on the safe side?

Luo Wenzhou hit the wall with his fist hard: "A painting... is so ridiculous. Besides, we can't even prove whether this painting was painted by Yu Bin himself or not. Even if the court procuratorate was opened by my father, he would not be able to issue an arrest certificate for me with this thing... Master Fei, what's so funny about this?"
Chapter completed!