Lu Youliang frowned and stared at Fei Du's lock screen for a moment. I don't know where he encountered it, but a fingerprint lock prompt suddenly jumped out.

Lu Youliang was stunned: "What is this?"

"In addition to the password, you can also unlock the lock with the owner's fingerprint," plainclothes patiently explained to the old man who couldn't keep up with the times, "I just have to press Fei Du himself..."

He stopped talking and saw Lu Youliang pulling out his pocket and pulling out a fingerprint film. Then, Lu Youliang was stunned in plain clothes and placed the fingerprint film in his fingerprint collection place: "Is that how it open?"

The screen slid open, and the draft box suddenly spread out on the desktop of the mobile phone.

I saw the first sentence in the document in the draft box: "If the positioning signal on my body disappears, it is already in the hands of the reader..."

Lu Youliang was shocked. Before he could react to the huge amount of information in this sentence, he heard someone shouting next to him: "Director Lu, no, the signal of the locator on Fei Du suddenly disappeared!"

Fei Du's draft box also wrote: "If I'm not wrong, the boss who invested money behind the Louvre Museum that Gu Zhao had investigated back then should be Fei Chengyu. The reader believes that those who have committed crimes must receive the same retribution. This is their belief and ceremony. Therefore, Zhang Chunjiu, who was stigmatized by Gu Zhao, must be arrested openly and impartially, and return his innocence after being ruined. The main messenger of the Louvre Museum must also claim his destiny - Zhang Chunling is one, and I am one who "inherited Fei Chengyu's mantle," so I guess the beginning is the end."

"If I guessed wrong..."

The following content came to an abrupt end, and Lu Youliang almost got a heart attack by his sentence.

"The place where it starts is the place where it ends." Perhaps life is like a circle of circles for some people. From one end to another, they will be trapped in it for life and will never be able to break free.

Zhang Chunjiu and his team of five cars were blocked from the intersection of Yanhai Expressway by special police to the sports park.

The sports park covers a large area. When the weather is good, amateur athletes often practice marathons here. The original design concept was "urban oxygen bar", so they piled up various vegetation into it, densely packed like a primeval forest. Five cars entered the "artificial primeval forest", which was like rats crawling into an antique warehouse. They ran around and were hard to find - the weather was dry, and it was not fun to throw bombs in the forest.

The entire area was martial law, and the police repeatedly mobilized reinforcements to surround the three floors of the sports park. The fire trucks in Yishui were on high alert. The search for Zhang Chunjiu has been nearly two hours.

The wanted criminals were also out of ammunition and food. Five cars had already been broken into three. All the radios in the park were urging them to give up resistance and surrender. Zhang Chunjiu turned a deaf ear: "Just park here, there is a lake in front of you, drive the car into the water, and let the police search."

The place he spoke was near a small hill deep in the sports park - the hill seemed to have existed before the park was built and had not yet been developed. It seemed to be under construction, blocking the signs and chains of "tourists stop".

Zhang Chunjiu took the fat man who pretended to be Zhang Chunling and a few of his subordinates through the guardrails and walked towards the desolate hill with ease.

A group of wanted criminals were forced to go to the forefront by the police. Seeing that he was determined, he seemed to have a trick, he hurriedly followed. They traveled through the dense forest without artificial traces for about ten minutes, all confused. Then they found that they had somehow left the sports park and left the police encirclement without anyone noticing!

"Director Zhang," said the fat man pretending to be Zhang Chunling, "You are quite familiar with the road here."

Zhang Chun hasn't answered for a long time.

The trees grow taller and the road becomes narrower. The once deserted place has become a scenic spot. Looking down from a high place, the morning light has not arrived, and the lights are everywhere, which is a prosperous place where things change.

He had run up this hill countless times, and even spent the night here tremblingly in the same dark night, but was still caught.

Zhang Chunjiu suddenly looked up at the dark hillside, and always felt as if he had heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

He subconsciously held the pistol in his pocket - the once weak boy turned into an invincible man, but the fear at that time seemed to be still engraved in his bones... Even though he stabbed the man with his own hands thirteen times.

"Director Zhang, Dongsen Ski Resort is over there!"

Zhang Chunjiu came back to his senses and walked towards the ski resort without saying a word - a wide and flat road, a unique ski resort, and all kinds of around him... all twisted and deformed in his eyes, returning to the "prototype" of forty years ago.

The high-end and atmospheric sports parks and buildings collapsed one by one, turning back into barren mountains and the ugly-looking Heng'an Welfare Home. The roads collapsed in his eyes and degenerated into a wasteland filled with reeds and sorghum.

The wasteland was extremely terrifying. People walked in it and couldn't show their heads. They took a few steps to mud. After the rain, there were little lizards and clams and toads. There were screams from inside, accompanied by the fierce barking of dogs in the welfare home...

Zhang Chunjiu was so excited that his forehead was covered with sweat in the bitter north wind.

He remembered that there was a love sign at the gate of the welfare home. Over time, a corner fell and hung high in front of the dilapidated courtyard door. There were iron fences like cages on both sides. There were always children looking out on the iron railings.

"Su Hui, Su Hui run! Run!"

Su Hui was only seven years old that year, like a stunted flower, but those people could not wait to "harvest" her. Zhou Yahou did not like this little chicken who had not entered puberty, but she looked so eye-catching. She looked at her photos on it and wanted to take her away in advance, even if it was given as a gift.

He remembered that it was Christmas, and the Heng'an Welfare House, a place with foreign descent, was hung with red decorations as appropriate, with floating chants placed in the speakers, occasionally leaving a sound, exuding a gloomy and strange atmosphere.

The girl had a disheveled face and was covered in mud. The young boy was too young to know the sky and earth, and he held the young lady's hand. They rushed into the vast field with great fear. The dogs showed their fangs and roared loudly. One of them was not tied up. When the two children were about to touch the big iron gate, they suddenly jumped out and bit the girl's calf.

"The little bastards are there!"

The little boy climbing on the iron fence was so scared that he almost fainted. A huge despair surged. He watched the beast bit the girl's body, and the people attracted by the group of dogs kept approaching...

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed over and carried the boy down from the fence.

That was his elder brother. He didn't know who his parents were, nor who his surname was. When I remembered it, it was his elder brother who took care of him. It was his elder brother who gave him the first and last name.

The eldest brother stuffed him into a coal-filled bamboo basket, covered it with bamboo baskets three layers inside and three layers outside. He picked up a wooden stick and tried to drive away the big dog that bit the girl. The beast was drooling, letting go of the girl covered in blood, and staring at the boy gloomyly.

The little boy in the bamboo basket watched the big dog pounce on the thin boy aside. The people rushed over and cursed and carried away the fainting girl. They thought it was the big brother who wanted to steal Su Hui, and they were furious and ordered the big wolf dog to bite him and whip him with a leather whip. In the cold winter lunar month, they poured cold water with ice on him, and even tore his clothes open and stepped on him to the ground, revealing the dirty bodies of the men...

The bamboo basket was covered with coal ash. In Zhang Chunjiu's memory, that Christmas was also shining with coal ash. He curled up cowardly in the bamboo basket and watched in a ball of ashes.

Keep watching.

"There are cars and cars!" The excited screams of his subordinates wiped away the coal ash in front of Zhang Chunjiu, and the gloomy old welfare home was wiped out.

Three cars that were ready there in advance were lined up, waiting there respectfully, and even weapons were prepared inside. The driver door waited tremblingly for a while: "Director Zhang, you are all ready."

"Director Zhang, the police are all in the sports park now, let's hurry up..."

At this moment, the headlights on the stadium suddenly turned on, making people unable to open their eyes. A sharp sirens sounded, and several guns pointed at Zhang Chunjiu and others. Then, five or six police cars surrounded them from all directions.
Chapter completed!