011

Xiao Zhang was kidnapped in front of Li Luo's desk and dialed Yan Zhao's number.

The phone beeped several times but no one answered. After Xiao Zhang hung up, he complained to Li Luo:

"Why don't you just ask yourself? Why do you have to let me fight?"

"Oh, I'll hit you if I ask you to. Why is there so much nonsense? Hit, hit, hit!"

"Yan Zhao? Who is this Yan Zhao?" Xiao Zhang asked.

"It's a girl I really don't like. Please dial again quickly!"

This time, the call was dialed, and Li Luo quickly put his ear to the phone.

Xiao Zhang: "Hello, this is the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Bureau. Is this Yan Zhao?"

"I am."

"I want to know something about the situation with you."

Li Luo pointed to the question written on the paper to Xiao Zhang, and Xiao Zhang read it: "Uh... have you received any threats recently, or found that you are being followed, or received strange text messages, etc.?"

Yan Zhao was silent on the other end, and his voice was as clear as the quiet spring water in a deep valley: "This is Li Luo's cell phone, right?"

"Ah?" Xiao Zhang was stunned.

"She is my high school classmate, and her number has never been changed."

Xiao Zhang turned to Li Luo and said, "Looking for you."

Li Luo reluctantly accepted the call, pushed Xiao Zhang aside with his body, and sat down on the chair.

"Li Luo, long time no see."

She was an old classmate whom she hadn't contacted for many years. Normally, Li Luo would have exchanged a few words with her, but Li Luo was cold and indifferent, sincerely unwilling to deal with her, and his perfunctory behavior was obvious.

"Um."

"Are you working as a criminal police officer in the city bureau now?"

"Um."

Two "um" sounds, one flat and one flat, no matter how cold it is, it's nothing more than that.

"The case you are responsible for is related to me? What do you need me to do?"

Li Luo didn't talk nonsense, and briefly explained to Yan Zhao the discovery of Yan Zhao's photo at Wang Yuxuan's home without revealing too many details. Yan Zhao thought for a while and told Li Luo:

"If I have to say something suspicious, a strange girl followed me on my Weibo a while ago. Her nickname should be Bai Jinye's fan. I clicked on her homepage and found that she was indeed sending Bai Jinye messages every day.

Ye’s super talkative. Because I don’t post often on Weibo and I don’t take selfies, so I only have about a dozen followers, all of whom are acquaintances. Suddenly a fan of Bai Jinye came. I felt a little strange, so I removed the followers.

Already."

Li Luo immediately asked: "What is that person's nickname?"

"It seems to be called Baihu Xuan'er. Xuan whose name starts with grass."

After ending the call, Li Luo quickly went to Weibo to search for the user named Bai Huxuan'er.

The Weibo content has been cleared, and all followers and fans have been cleared.

Li Luo stared at the computer screen, feeling something was wrong.

At this time, the phone suddenly "dinged" and a friend verification message was sent.

【Monkey Butt in the Mountain is My Most Popular】Request to add you as a friend.

Verification information: I am Yan Zhao.

012

As a criminal police officer, Li Luo asked Yan Zhao to come out to inquire about the case. The location was set at Yan Zhao's friend's studio. It was quiet and no one was there.

Yan Zhao went to a nearby coffee shop to pack coffee in advance.

She walked into the coffee shop, went to the front desk to read the menu for a long time, and ordered three cups of the lowest-priced classic coffee.

Scanning the QR code to pay and waiting for the order to be issued, Yan Zhao's eyes were attracted by an Astro Boy pendant on the counter.

"Is this for sale?" Yan Zhao asked.

"For sale, this is our authentically authorized childhood memory series hanger. Many people like it."

"How much?"

"288."

Yan Zhao curled his lips, not understanding why some people would spend so much money on just a small pendant, just a toy.

She really can't understand romantic childishness.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally paid. She weighed the small pendant in her hands, chuckled, and sat down by the window.

The phone kept ringing, and the work group was extremely active. Yan Zhao turned on the phone and saw that it was a police report.

Police information report: Shangyuan City Public Security Bureau.

At about 23:40 on September 23, 20xx, the 110 command center of our bureau received a report stating that Chao, an employee of the artist (Bai Moumou) studio, was poisoned and fell into coma (at about 4:30 on the 24th, Chao

Died due to ineffective rescue.) After receiving the police, our bureau immediately launched an investigation. After investigation, it was found that Bai's neighbor Wang was suspected of committing a major crime, and Wang had a history of mental illness diagnosis. He had been following Bai for a long time. Currently,

, the case is under further investigation.

Police remind: Anyone who spreads rumors or lies about reporting information will be held legally responsible.

Now Bai Jinye's fans exploded, venting out all the grievances and worries they had suffered over the past few days:

"If you are spreading rumors, please delete your posts and wait for the police to catch you!"

"Look, look, look, he was accused of being a murderer for no reason, and our children are also victims! Do you really think that we mom fans are vegetarians? The police gave us A Jin proof of innocence! Black people, let's settle the matter

The time has come!”

Yan Zhao exited Weibo, set the work group to Do Not Disturb messages, and opened the dialog box with a blank avatar.

The conversation with moonquakes also ended on the 23rd, and no messages were exchanged again.

After Yan Zhao's busy and tense work was over, her heart suddenly felt empty. She missed moonquakes and wanted to talk to him, even if it was like they had always had such unnutritious conversations as "Are you busy?" "Have you eaten?"

That’s fine.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhao took the initiative to send an emoticon. The emoticon showed several rural aunties dancing hand in hand, with the text: Sisters, come out and have fun!

However, after waiting for a long time, the other party did not reply.

But that's normal, moonquakes are always busy and elusive.

Looking at the passers-by outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Yan Zhao felt a little melancholy, completely unaware that a person had walked to her dining table.

Someone touched his arm. Yan Zhao turned around and saw an unfamiliar face.

This man had a handsome face, a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old. He was holding a small card in his hand with a message of love for the deaf-mute on it. He was a patient with cleft lip and palate, and he looked at Yan Zhao with kind and pleading eyes.

Before Yan Zhao could speak, the waiter came over and grabbed the boy.

"Get out, get out! We don't allow begging here!"

The waiter was very fierce, and the boy was stubborn. He kept saying "ahhhhh" in displeasure and refused to leave.

"If you don't leave, I'll call the police!"

"Wait, let me talk to him! Let him go first." Yan Zhao grabbed the angry waiter and put his hand on the waiter's arm, and the entanglement between the two was separated like a spring breeze.

The waiter walked away to watch, and Yan Zhao signed to the deaf-mute boy:

"There is a gang pretending to be disabled people around here. They often come here to beg. I have noticed all the members, but I have never seen you. Are you their new member?"

The boy was surprised that she knew sign language, and he gestured quickly with her hands in front of her:

"I'm not. My mother is sick and needs money. I can't find a job. I saw them begging, so I gave it a try."

Yan Zhao nodded and said in sign language: "You can't make much money just by begging. If the gang finds out, they may beat you. How old are you?"

"I'm 18 years old."

"Have you finished studying?"

"I attended a school for the deaf and mute for several years, but then something happened at home and I dropped out of school."

Yan Zhao nodded heavily, his soft and flexible hands flying in front of him:

"I can help you introduce a job. I'll leave you an address. You go to this store to find their boss."

The deaf-mute boy nodded gratefully and took the address handwritten by Yan Zhao.

Yan Zhao took out another 100-yuan note from his wallet and handed it to him. The deaf-mute boy was stunned and waved his hands vigorously, his eyes wet.

Yan Zhao put the money into his hand and said in sign language: "I hope I can help you a little."

The deaf-mute boy grabbed the money and left the coffee shop. Yan Zhao walked to the bar and asked the waiter in a low voice: "Is my coffee ready?"

"Miss, a cup has been prepared!"

Yan Zhao's expression was full of apology: "Can you return one cup to me? Just make two cups."

"You want to return a drink, right?"

"Well, sorry."
Chapter completed!