Lu Wuchuan recognized the man sitting on the sofa at a glance—Zeng Hean, deputy director of the Provincial Public Security Department.
"Director Zeng, thank you."
Xie Changyu picked up a piece of information from his desk: "Director Zeng, you guys chat, I'll go out."
This is obviously meant to make room for the two of them.
Half an hour later, Lu Wuchuan left Xie Changyu's office and entered the elevator. He couldn't help but frown, and then called Duanmo's mobile phone.
When the elevator reached the first floor, the phone kept ringing until it automatically disconnected and no one answered.
Lu Wuchuan looked at the time, six forty-two.
Cooking? It is said that the little girl has been tired for a day and is alone, so it will definitely not be too complicated and the possibility of cooking is relatively high.
Taking a shower? The weather has gotten cold now. At most, I need to wash up first. It is impossible to take a shower at this time.
Falling asleep? This is possible. However, it’s only been an hour since you got home, so you can’t be so sleepy, right?
I continued dialing as I walked until I reached the parking lot. I called three times, but no one answered.
All kinds of bad thoughts flooded into Lu Wuchuan's mind. He started the car and drove out of the gate of the Municipal Public Security Bureau at high speed.
The car had just passed an intersection when the phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and pressed the speakerphone button to answer the call.
"Lijun, what's the matter?" Duanmo's voice was a little breathy, and the surroundings were still very noisy.
Lu Wuchuan's frown deepened: "Where are you?"
Duanmo said: "At the intersection of Huadi Lane, we caught a robber and are about to send him to the police station."
Lu Wuchuan's breath was stuck in his throat. This person was obviously sent to the gate of Lianxiang Yayuan by him, but why did he run to Huadi Alley in the blink of an eye?
Thinking that there was a thief next to her, he suppressed his anger and said, "Don't move where you are, I'll be right over."
Duanmo quickly stopped him: "Don't come over here, the police will be here soon."
There seemed to be nothing unusual when she heard her talking except for a slight breath. Lu Wuchuan said, "Waiting at the police station" and then hung up the phone.
Huadi Lane is under the jurisdiction of Dongshankou Police Station, and the distance is not too far. It takes about ten or twenty minutes to drive there.
As night falls, the words "Public Security" and "POLICE" in white letters on a blue background and the police badge in the middle are still eye-catching under the light.
Lu Wuchuan parked his car in a nearby alley and called the gate guard to explain that he was here to pick someone up. He was told that everyone was at the Public Security Department.
In the Public Security Section office of the police station, Duan Mo was taking notes, but unlike before, this time someone else was doing it for her.
A man squatted in the corner with his head buried in the wall, one hand handcuffed to a heating pipe.
Lu Wuchuan slowed down at the door, and several people in the room looked over in unison.
What happened was not complicated, and I had been writing down the notes for a while. Duan Mo winked at him, asking him to wait outside.
Before Lu Wuchuan could react, the policeman who took her notes stood up first: "Is it the Army Corps?"