The young man in the flower shirt listened to the words of the dark young man and shook his head and responded: "...It's not easy to enter the country now. My elder brother restricts the transit. The brothers who are good to me have no business recently. I really can't help you find out about this."

When the dark young man was stunned when he heard this, he immediately asked in confusion: "No, I saw that the news said that China had just signed two agreements with Vietnam N, the "Demarcation Regulations for the Exclusive Economic Zone and Continental Shelf of the Beibu Gulf Territorial Water" and the "Beibu Gulf Fisheries Cooperation Agreement". This shows that the relationship between the two sides has recovered and will not be so strict, right?"

"Haha, you are really different. You are idle inside and you are still concerned about this kind of political news." The young man in the flower shirt asked in surprise.

"I'm used to it, I often watch it when I'm in my hometown." The dark young man responded with a smile.

"This kind of agreement is more superficial, and it probably has to wait for a while to recover. It's still quite strict now." The young man in the flower shirt explained helplessly: "What's more, we people have already been online in China. My brother is convenient and cautious here, and he doesn't want to do anything at this time."

"Okay, I can understand." The dark young man nodded.

"I'm missing home?" The young man in a floral shirt asked on his own initiative.

"Haha, a little bit," the dark young man nodded and responded: "After all, my family is in China."

"Don't worry, you'll come out soon. Find a chance to go back with you." The young man in the flower shirt advised.

"Thank you for calling."

"No need to say that to me, stay tuned." The young man in the flower shirt stood up with a smile: "I'll leave first, and I'll do something here later."

"Yeah!" the dark young man nodded.

Five minutes later, after the young man in the flower shirt visited the prison, the dark young man was taken back to the prison again.

...

Red F.

After Fu Zhisong bought the diamond necklace, he took a taxi and returned to Wenwen. To be on the safe side, he specially changed into a cheap sports hoodie, put his hands in his pockets, and walked into the community with a gun and money on his shoulders. He was familiar with the door and came to the door.

"Crash!"

Taking out the key at the door, Fu Zhisong bent down and was about to open the door, but found that the worn-out iron door was spread out by himself.

"Wenwen!"

After a moment of silence, Fu Zhisong reached out and pulled open the door, walked into the house and shouted, "Are you at home?"

He shouted three or four times in a row, but no one answered in the room. At this time, Fu Zhisong felt something was wrong, so he reached into the canvas bag with his right hand, walked into the living room lightly, turned his head and glanced at the situation inside the room.

There were obvious signs of fighting and tearing in the living room. The table and chairs were slumped horizontally next to the coffee table, footprints were on the sofa, and the flower pot at the door of the bedroom was also broken to pieces. The most important thing was that there were several blood stains on the bedroom door and the floor of the living room in the house.

When Fu Zhisong saw this scene, his head suddenly sounded.

"Wenwen, Wenwen!"

Fu Zhisong ran to check the other houses and shouted twice, but the house was empty and there was no one in Wenwen at all.

"grass!"

Fu Zhisong took out the phone in a hurry with his palm trembling, lowered his head and dialed the phone he bought for Wenwen, but after calling twice in a row, he found that Wenwen's phone was placed on the bedside table and was not taken away at all.

Someone suddenly entered the family. Wenwen struggled, but in the end she must have been forcibly taken away.

After this thought flashed through Fu Zhisong's mind, he was so scared that he was sweating coldly. He stood in the living room and thought about his behavior recently, but in the end he couldn't find anything wrong...

"Who will it be?! Han Dongping, Feng Letian?" Fu Zhisong forced himself to calm down, thinking constantly in his mind about who would come to his home.

"Tread!"

Just as Fu Zhisong was pondering, footsteps suddenly came downstairs, followed by him and heard a woman's voice: "Brother policeman, it's the upper floor. I just heard someone cursing in the room, as if the little girl living opposite me was forcibly taken away...!"

"Is it just upstairs?" the policeman asked.

“Yes, yes.”

“Go up and take a look.”

After everyone talked for a few times, the footsteps came to the upper floor even more violently. After Fu Zhisong came to his senses, he ran to the kitchen in a little panic. He first lowered his head to hide the gun and money, but suddenly he thought that the police would have to protect the scene and circle the house in a while. Then, the things hidden here will definitely be checked later.

After thinking about it over and over again, Fu Zhisong gritted his teeth and pushed open the balcony window. After looking down at the height of six floors from the ground, he gritted his teeth and climbed up the windowsill, reached out to pull down the belt, and wrapped it directly on the drain pipe of the building.

"Bang!"

With his feet staring at the wall, Fu Zhisong didn't dare to see the scene downstairs at all. He could only use a belt to tie the drainage pipe and rub his feet down little by little.

About ten seconds later, footsteps came from the balcony of the building. A policeman looked out, pointed at Fu Zhisong and shouted: "Didn't everyone run away? Hurry up, go downstairs to block him."

When Fu Zhisong was excited when he heard this, his feet accelerated and he had to rub down, but he didn't expect that he used too much force, so the drainage pipe inlaid with only screws collapsed for a while.

"Crazy!"

After the belt lost its focus, Fu Zhisong fell downstairs like a shell, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the height of the second and a half floors.

"Bang!"

After a muffled sound, Fu Zhisong felt that the right arm holding the belt seemed to be stretched, and he temporarily lost consciousness, and his body was cut into countless holes on the walls and drainage pipes.

"Stop!" the police shouted upstairs.

"Pudong!"

Fu Zhisong didn't care so much at this moment. He closed his eyes and jumped down, and fell on the rain in the stairwell on the first floor. He rolled and fell to the ground.

Dizziness, a severe vertigo came. Fu Zhisong was lying on the ground for at least four or five seconds before gritting his teeth and sitting up, stepping out and running.

"Tread!"

Three policemen in the stairwell rushed down from the upper floor, pushed the door open and chased Fu Zhisong in the direction of escape.

After running for more than 100 meters in a row, Fu Zhisong gasped and was about to look back to see if the police had followed him. Suddenly, someone came up from behind, reached out to cover his mouth and roared: "Don't move, don't fucking noise!"

...

HoHhao T.

In a roller skating bar, a middle-aged man in his fifties sat on a shabby sofa, frowned and asked at the middle-aged man in front of him, "Are you sure Feng Letian's account book and stolen money have been stolen?"

"More than one friend called me and told me that this matter should be true." Middle-aged man responded with ash, "I heard that the person who moved the account book seemed to have followed Shen Tianze before, and his name was Fu Zhisong... Anyway, he said that he had a name and a surname. You can tell the details of the truth by yourself."

"Thank you." The middle-aged man in his fifties nodded.

"Without you, my life would be gone long ago. I have to pay back this favor. I can't help with the big busy, but as long as you find me, I will definitely do it for you."

"It's OK!"

“…!”

After the two chatted for a few words, the middle-aged man in his fifties stepped up, walked out wearing a baseball cap, and muttered softly: "Fu Zhisong, why don't I remember that there is such a person beside Chen Tianze?!"

"Oh, Brother Ye!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an old hooligan with a shaved head at the door of the roller skating rink opened his mouth and shouted, but the middle-aged man in his fifties did not stop at all, and after he went out, he stopped the car and left.

"Hey, isn't he? I look a bit like this!" The bald man muttered in confusion.

"Who?" asked a companion.
Chapter completed!