"I seem to have seen you on TV. You are that one...what is that one's name? Chi Chenguang? Really? Are you Chi Chenguang's son?"

Someone was talking in his ear, but the voice was vague and hard to hear clearly. Zhou Song opened his eyelids hard and looked at the young man squatting in front of him. He was about fourteen or fifteen years old, and his height and age were already much higher than his own. The young man looked relaxed and lively.

, as if he was not kidnapped and imprisoned in this dilapidated and abandoned warehouse, but happened to pass by and ran in to explore.

The boy's hands were wrapped with several loops of rope, which was originally tied to another corner. The other end of the rope was tied to a rusty wall nail. But he pulled off the loose wall nail and used his fingers that could still move to untie it.

The rope that binds the feet,

He walked up to Zhou Song quietly with his waist bent, chattering nonstop, and soon woke up Zhou Song who was about to fall asleep.

"But I can't remember your name. My name is Han Feilu. What's your name? You seem to be in pain. Is the rope tied too tight? Let me loosen it for you."

He wanted to untie the rope around Zhou Song's wrist, but Zhou Song avoided his hand and said feebly: "Don't touch me."

They were locked up in a dark old warehouse. There was only a window nearly two meters high on the east wall. Outside the window, it was cloudy and windy, and dim skylight poured in through the window. Their faces were sunk in the gray and gloomy air.

Inside, it was hazy and blurry, but the pair of dark eyes on Han Feilu's face were exceptionally bright, like two diamonds embedded in them, hard and translucent.

He didn't mind Zhou Song's bad attitude at all, and touched Zhou Song's forehead, "You have a fever, it's so hot. How long have you had the fever?"

Zhou Song was upset and angry, so he simply closed his eyes and ignored him, keeping his eyes out of sight.

Han Feilu: "Hey, hey, hey, wake up, don't fall asleep, let's escape quickly."

Zhou Song: "...Escape?"

Han Feilu motioned him to look up, "Did you see that window? You can climb out by stepping on my shoulders."

The window is very high, but if someone steps on it, they can indeed climb out. However, the window is narrow, and a slightly larger person will definitely be stuck. Zhou Song glanced at him and said, "You can't climb out."

Han Feilu: "I know, I'll let you dig out. Hurry, hurry, before those people outside find out."

He stood up and leaned on the wall and bent down, but when he saw Zhou Song was indifferent, he hurriedly said: "Hurry up."

Zhou Song looked at him calmly: "I don't want to go out."

Han Feilu: "Why? Do you want to burn yourself into a fool? Let me tell you, a fever will burn out your brain. And if you have such a severe fever, you may burn to death."

The corners of Zhou Song's lips trembled, as if he wanted to laugh, but he was too weak to laugh: "That's great."

The door suddenly opened, and a man with a hood walked in. He was holding a machete in his left hand, and a heavy iron chain with a lock on it in his right hand. Rain was dripping all over his body, and the thick-soled military boots on his feet were stained on the cement.

Wet footprints were left on the ground. He walked up to Han Feilu and asked, "Why didn't you tell us that your dad is a policeman?"

Compared with him, Han Feilu was very thin, but he was not afraid at all. He bared two rows of white teeth like a small animal: "Why should I tell you that my father is a policeman?"

Before he could finish his words, Han Feilu was kicked in the chest and hit the wall. His shoulder blades were almost shattered, and his chest and back hurt.

The man said: "If you mess up this business, I will chop you into pieces."

The only target they kidnapped this time was Zhou Song. It was because their new accomplice was not very efficient at work and made a lot of noise while kidnapping people in the alley. Han Feilu happened to be passing by and acted bravely without any explanation. They could only

He knocked Han Feilu unconscious and took him away.

Han Feilu grimaced in pain, holding his heart like a beauty, unable to straighten his waist. Sihasha gasped: "The child has a fever and is going to burn to death."

Zhou Song was helpless and slumped in the corner, his face as white as paper, his eyes unfocused, and a layer of cold sweat seeping out of his forehead.

Han Feilu said again: "You'd better send him to see a doctor quickly. If he burns to death, not only will you not get a penny, but you will also get an extra penalty. My dad said that kidnapping only means jail time, but murder means jail time."

He has to be shot. Hey, hey, hey, what are you still hesitating about? I'm still here. Anyway, you have two hostages. You can get money just as much as you let one go."

I don’t know what he said to convince the kidnappers. The rope around Zhou Song’s feet was cut, and a fat raincoat was put on him.

Then he was taken out of the warehouse by the kidnappers.

After walking out of the warehouse, the heavy rain had not stopped. Zhou Song turned around and saw Han Feilu curled up on the ground holding his stomach, grinning weakly: "See you later."

The warehouse door was closed, and Zhou Song got into a van, not knowing where he was being taken. But he was no longer afraid, because he had just learned from Han Feilu the bravery that no one had ever taught him.

' and 'hope'. Han Feilu was right. He had a high fever at that time. If he did not receive treatment in time, he would be in danger. He was taken to a small private clinic, took medicine and injected, and lay down

I fell asleep on the damp and slightly greasy hospital bed. When I woke up again, I was already in the hospital.

Through conversations between adults, he learned that not long after he fell asleep in the clinic, the police had secretly surrounded the warehouse. All three kidnappers were arrested and Han Feilu was rescued, but one policeman suffered a serious injury.

Gunshot wound. He also knew that the injured policeman was Han Feilu's father. When he was discharged from the hospital, he passed by the operating room and saw Han Feilu, his grandparents and mother standing in front of the operating room from a distance, with the family nestled in each other's arms.

Together, holding each other's hands. It seemed that there was a force that tightly tied them to the person who was undergoing surgery inside, and even death could not separate them.

Zhou Song wanted to say something to Han Feilu, such as saying thank you. But he was surrounded by bodyguards, and the old housekeeper Cang Shu put his hand on his shoulder and pushed him forward. He and Han Feilu rubbed

They passed each other like people from different worlds. A few days later, he learned that Han Feilu's father had been rescued and his life was saved, but his left leg was permanently disabled. After that, he never saw Han Feilu again.

Lu and Yucheng are very big, and the world is very big. They live in their own worlds without any intersection.

It wasn't until fifteen years later that a recurring kidnapping case caused them to meet again unexpectedly in the vast crowd. As for why he paid so much attention to Hong Yibai's case, perhaps it was because he was the same age as Hong Yibai when he was kidnapped, only 10 years old.

. He is lucky. Both Han Feilu and the police are doing their best to help him. He just hopes that Hong Yibai is as lucky as himself.

Before this good fortune was passed on, the most important thing at the moment was to quickly open the windows of this lounge to ventilate and disperse the smell, otherwise the residual smell of instant noodles would make his nose itchy and his stomach would feel nauseated.

Zhou Song opened all the windows, picked up a document from the printer and fanned the air in front of him. Before the smell was gone, the door was pushed open, and Han Feilu walked in with a bucket of instant noodles. Zhou Song

Upon seeing this, he immediately frowned and covered his nose with the document.

Seeing him like this, Han Feilu stood there and didn't know whether he should advance or retreat, "This is your lunch."

Zhou Song: "I won't eat it, thank you."

Han Feilu continued to walk in, but Zhou Song stepped back repeatedly. He saw that Zhou Song was avoiding the instant noodles in his hand, so he picked up a chair and placed it at the door, and sat at the door far away to eat the bucket of instant noodles.

Noodles. "Our workplace cafeteria runs out of food after dinner time. If you don't want to eat instant noodles, just order takeout."

Zhou Song also took a chair and sat by the window. Although he and Han Feilu were in the same room, they tried to keep as far away from each other as possible. "No, I'm not hungry."

Han Feilu turned his head and looked at him. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and opened Meituan. He scrolled down two pages and asked, "Which one do you want, pork belly noodles or chicken mixed noodles?"

Zhou Song: "I don't eat offal or feces."

Han Feilu: "Spicy hotpot?"

Zhou Song: "Don't you think Malatang looks like kitchen waste soaked in swill?"

Han Feilu looked at him again and found a sushi restaurant: "You can always eat rice, right?"

Zhou Song: “Except fried rice and overnight rice.”

Han Feilu was speechless for the first time in his life, but he still had the patience to buy him two boxes of sushi, and then made many remarks about not wanting overnight meals. After ordering, he put his phone away and continued eating instant noodles. An hour ago,

He brought Zhou Song back and threw him into this lounge and went to the meeting. He didn't arrange for anyone to ask Zhou Song. Now that he came by himself, he still didn't draw up the draft. At this time, the atmosphere between him and Zhou Song was a bit strange.

Even though they are strangers and reunited after a long separation, it seems that they have to talk about the kidnapping case 15 years ago, but they don't know where to start.

It was Zhou Song who broke the speechless silence: "Who was driving the speedboat that night?"

Han Feilu: "A man named Fang Yaqing. He is a security guard in the city center park. It is his part-time job to drive a speedboat. He will drive it when he is not on the night shift. The speedboat driver on the night when Hong Yibai disappeared on May 5 was only

He is the only one, and if the person who took Hong Yibai away really took the water route, he can only be the suspect."

Zhou Song: "Have you found Fang Yaqing?"

Han Feilu finished eating all the noodles, put half a bucket of soup on the ground, took out a paper towel from his pocket and wiped his hands and said: "Hong Yibai has not gone to work since his accident, and is currently out of contact. We are looking for him.

's whereabouts."

Zhou Song: "His relatives and friends don't know his whereabouts?"

Han Feilu turned towards him, crossed his legs, and said, "Do you know what missing contact is? Losing contact means that he has not contacted his parents, his friends, his third aunt, his second uncle, and his neighbor's aunt. This is called

Lost contact."

Zhou Song was choked by him. Anyone else would have been annoyed, but at this moment he could laugh, "Then he must have transportation, such as a car? Otherwise, how could he take Hong Yibai away?"

Han Feilu: "He had a pickup truck and drove it to work on the day of the incident. Ten minutes ago, my people found the pickup truck at his house. The community was dilapidated and small, with poor management and a large number of non-local residents parked there.

The cameras of residents’ cars in the community are also broken, and one has a broken lens cover. Tsk, why are you laughing?”

Zhou Song leaned in his chair, holding his chin and looking at him: "What you say is really interesting."

Han Feilu proudly smoothed his hair and smiled: "I have practiced stand-up comedy. Every year at the university's New Year's Day party, my shows are saved."

The phone rang, it was the food delivery rider. Han Feilu asked the rider to wait at the door of the Public Security Bureau, and then sent a message to Mu Xuecheng, asking Mu Xuecheng to bring the takeout. After a while, Mu Xuecheng came over with the takeout.

, followed by two policewomen. The three of them stood at the door. Mu Xuecheng handed the takeaway to Han Feilu and said: "Boss, why do you think of eating sushi? Didn't you dip everything I bought for you last time?"

Why don't you eat with Lao Ganma? Lao Ganma is gone."

She was talking loudly and looking straight into the room. Every time she glanced at Zhou Song.

Policewoman Zhao Leilei handed the document in her hand to Han Feilu: "Team Han, this is Jin Tao's information."

Policewoman Zhang Yan also handed the document to Han Feilu: "This is Fang Yaqing's information."

After the three people finished their work, they all stood at the door without leaving, their eyes frequently drifting inward.

Han Feilu looked at them, then at Zhou Song, and suddenly asked: "Who can tell me how Wei Jie died?"

Mu Xuecheng: "Ah? Wei Jie? It is said that he was beaten to death because he was so beautiful."

Han Feilu nodded, pointed at Zhou Song, and asked, "Do you think he looks like Wei Jie?"

As soon as the three girls heard this, they left immediately. As soon as they left, Gu Hai came again. As soon as Gu Hai walked to the door, Han Feilu said: "Are you coming to see Wei Jie too? Come on, it will save you a glance.
To be continued...