After letting his brother-in-law run away on Friday, Xia Liang completely lost the direction of the investigation.

Although Zhu Ansheng had already warned him not to participate in this matter again, Xia Liang did not mean to be a good child watching the show.

If he was so timid and afraid, he would no longer have the courage to apply for the police academy after experiencing his sister's disappearance seven years ago.

He knew that his brother-in-law was much more mature and capable than him - and the things he had experienced were much heavier than he thought.

But this does not mean that he has to stand by and watch.

That night, he ran back to the police station, found all the photos and documents related to the Huangsha murder case, and checked them one by one, trying to find some hidden clues.

Why did my brother-in-law look so shocked when he saw that strange female student?

The secret must be hidden deep in these clues.

He thought so, regardless of his colleagues' dissuasion, and fought at his desk at night until dawn.

When he woke up, it was already noon the next day.

"Wake up, Lao Xia."

Zhao Gang shook him off his seat, and a down suit slipped off his shoulders.

"It's already time, didn't you all night yesterday?"

Xia Liang rubbed his red eyes, but before his consciousness could turn around, he said in a daze:

"I just glanced at it for a while...when is it now?"

"Twelve o'clock."

Xia Liang sat up straight and widened his eyes: "I just sniffed for a while, why did it disappear in three hours..."

"You just slept for three hours? Are you crazy? What stimulated you?"

"nothing."

Xia Liang shook his head and was about to go to the bathroom to wash his face. He saw the down jacket falling on the ground and picked it up.

"Your? Thank you."

Zhao Gang glanced and waved his hand:

"Not mine. Team Xing."

Xia Liang was stunned.

"Team Xing said that our team will go to Tianhe for on-site investigation today. If you are not energetic, you can go home and rest."

"Need not."

Zhao Gang looked at him, scratched the back of his head, and asked again:

"Why? I checked the documents all night yesterday, did you find any information?"

"I think it may have something to do with Fu Yinger's reading...but I haven't found out the details."

"Hi light? What does it matter if you can have a hi light?"

Xia Liang was silent and shook his head again. He didn't want to say that it was because of Zhu Ansheng's speculation.

Zhao Gang stared at him for a while, then sighed and lowered his voice:

"I said Lao Xia, please save some attention. To take a step back, even if the murderer is not found, there will be no big consequences. Fu Sizhe is a man who is not loved by anyone... he is not a good husband..."

Xia Liang shook his head again and frowned:

"It has nothing to do with who the deceased is. Even if the deceased is a vicious guy, we should find out the truth."

"Okay, okay, don't tell me any big principles. We are going to set out for Tianhe now. Are you going?"

Xia Liang stood up and said "Finish".

"Then you'd better drive your car."

"Yes." Xia Liang then reached out and took it into his pocket, and the expression on his face gradually solidified.

"Wait...Where is my wallet?"

...

After carefully recalling yesterday's experience, Xia Liang realized that his brother-in-law was frustrated with him in the car, and he was simply inappropriate.

He probably let his wallet go.

Why did Zhu Ansheng take his wallet? When he thought of the police certificate placed in his wallet, he felt vaguely inappropriate.

So he changed his mind temporarily and took a ride from his colleague's ride to Tianhe. They went to investigate the scene, and took a detour to Shahe Welfare Home.

He could understand if he didn't get involved. But what's the matter if he stole his wallet?

With a little resentment, Xia Liang rushed to the door of Ansheng Office in a hurry, and even slapped the doorbell a few times without even pressing the doorbell.

No one answered.

"Brother-in-law? Brother-in-law! Come out for me!"

"Is my wallet in your hands?"

Xia Liang shouted a few times, took out his cell phone and called Zhu Ansheng, all he received was a busy voice.

He was so angry that he reached out to pull the door handle and pressed it down. The door was not locked and opened directly.

His center of gravity was unstable and he almost rushed into the garbage dump next to the door.

"Brother-in-law?"

Xia Liang recovered and walked into the office.

It was still the same as a week ago, and it was incredibly messy.

But no matter what, Zhu Ansheng didn't even lock the door before going out, which was too careless.

He sighed, walked around the messy garbage on the ground and entered the reception room.

The reception room was still full of waste paper. Xia Liang grinned, but found that the flask covered with coffee powder on the table was washed completely, and some transparent liquid was filled with it. An unpleasant smell penetrated into the tip of his nose.

His brows became tighter and tighter.

That's the smell of chloroform.

Chloroform...is the hypnotic drug used by the murderer to attack security guard Liu Zhongwei and aquatic boss Zhang Jianhong.

What is my brother-in-law doing?

What did he investigate the day after he disappeared?

Where is he now? Why is the door not locked?

More and more doubts climbed into Xia Liang's heart, and he instinctively felt something was wrong.

He unbuttoned the condom of the pistol at his waist, carefully exited the reception room, and patrolled quietly in the living room for several rounds, without finding anything inappropriate, and then turned his attention to Zhu Ansheng's bedroom.

The bedroom door is closed.

Xia Liang has never been in.

He walked through the corridor and slowly opened the bedroom door, and glanced roughly through the crack of the door.

The bed sheets were piled up in a mess, and there were beer cans that were stomped on the ground. Although it was already afternoon, the sun still could not penetrate the dark black curtains, making the whole room feel a dark temperament.

The air was filled with the smell of chemical gas, and Xia Liang felt a little dry and dumb inexplicably, and he felt uncomfortable instinctively.

Zhu Ansheng should have been in the office not long ago.

Otherwise, these messy smells should have evaporated.

Xia Liang narrowed his eyes and shouted tentatively:

"Brother-in-law?"

As soon as he made a sound, he was startled by his voice.

The sound was not as heavy as what I made, but it was a little heavier than what I remembered.

"Is it because of this smell..."

Xia Liang murmured, covering his nose with his hands, and slowly moved his hand to the edge of the gun holster.

Logically speaking, if Zhu Ansheng was still in the house, even if he slept like a dead pig, he would have woken up, but until now, he had not heard any response.

Xia Liang thought of the chloroform in the reception room again, and a feeling of anxiety surged in his heart. For a moment, even the atmosphere in this room became strange.

"Where does this smell come from..."

He slowly stepped back out of the bedroom, and the strange smell of chemical gradually subsided.

This means that the smell came from the bedroom.

But Zhu Ansheng's bedroom is not big, and it can even be said that the moment he entered the door, he could see it at a glance. He could not see any chemicals that could smell.

Xia Liang thought about it, and his heart suddenly jumped. He narrowed his eyes and walked into the room again, took out his pistol, turned on the safety bolt, and walked towards the wardrobe in front of the wall at the end of the bedroom.

He frowned and slowly pulled the closet open.

There is no clothes inside.

The wall connecting the back has been opened.

There is a secret passage leading to the next room hidden in this closet.

Xia Liang was surprised. He always knew that there was no one moving in the house next to Ansheng Office, but he never thought that this was also Zhu Ansheng's work.

What has my brother-in-law been doing without hiding it over the years?

What does that sentence "You can't solve it" mean?
To be continued...