Affectionate trapping

Chapter 107 Wen Xi Was Kidnapped
When Shen Yuli arrived at the police station, Quan Chi came up to meet him, "He's being interrogated in the interrogation room, we'll talk about it when we come out later."

He asked, "How do you interrogate a dumb person?"

"People must have a way."

Quan Chi has a distant relative in the police station who is said to be very powerful, but Shen Yuli has never seen him.

Not long after, a 1.9-meter-long man walked out of it, with strong eyebrows and a very victorious momentum.

Shen Yuli and him looked at each other for a moment, it was as if there were crackling sparks flying upwards, there was an unreasonable barbaric energy in this man.

Quan Chi was caught in the middle, "Let me introduce, this is my good brother, Shen Yuli."

"My cousin's younger brother, Song Chiyao."

Song Chiyao's eyes were sharp: "Hello."

Shen Yuli nodded: "Yes."

There is no nonsense, Song Chiyao stepped forward: "Go out and talk."

The three of them went out with equally long legs, and the few people in the room followed for a long time, looked at each other, shook their heads and clicked their tongues.

Quan Chi took out a cigarette and handed it to Shen Yuli, who waved his hand away, and gave it to Song Chiyao, but he said no.

He smiled slightly, and bit one in his mouth: "Okay, save me a cigarette."

Shen Yuli asked directly: "Did he lose that cat?"

"Yes."

He frowned: "He admitted?"

"Ah."

"Then why did he throw it on my girlfriend?"

Song Chiyao glanced at him, "He said he threw it casually, but he didn't expect it to fall on her."

Quan Chi was stunned: "Isn't it? It means it's a coincidence? That can't be such a coincidence, can it? Such a big place just falls into someone's arms."

"He is a mute, the answer depends entirely on writing, no matter how you ask, the answer is always the same."

Shen Yuli was a little dry, and said firmly, "He did it on purpose."

"How did you know for sure?"

"There is no such thing as a coincidence in the world." And it happened to meet Zhai Panfeng at that time.

He suddenly asked Quan Chi: "I asked you to find someone to keep an eye on Zhai Panfeng, did you keep an eye on him?"

Quan Chi frowned and winked at him.

Before Shen Yuli could react, Song Chiyao said indifferently: "It's illegal to mark people privately."

Shen Yuli: "..."

Grass.

"It is estimated that there is another person who abused the cat. I suspect it is Zhai Panfeng."

"Then you should call the police and express your suspicions and guesses to the police."

Shen Yuli squinted at him, "I'm telling you now, can you send someone to watch him?"

He said succinctly: "The reason."

"Didn't Quan Chi tell you?"

"What he said is not true, and it is not enough to send people to watch."

"intuition."

"The police don't rely on their instincts either."

As the two came and went, Quan Chi didn't understand how they were talking with their guns and clubs in their mouths. He said twice: "What are you doing? Why are you still raising the bar?"

"Now that you're serious, did you find anything out of it?"

Song Chiyao has a smoky voice, and his speech is hoarse and deep, with a strong masculinity, "It stands to reason that this is private and cannot be said."

"Don't make sense, I wouldn't come to you anyway."

Shen Yuli was impatient, turned his head and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Quan Chi, "Don't leave, don't leave."

He said to Song Chiyao: "Brother, let's stop going around in circles, do you really believe that the little mute did it? Didn't you tell me something was wrong when you first came here?"

Song Chiyao finally let go: "It's really not him, but I want to hear why you said it was Zhai Panfeng."

Seeing that his attitude is okay now, Shen Yuli also became serious: "Shen Yuzhou had a girlfriend in college, who was Zhai Panfeng's childhood sweetheart, and Zhai Panfeng and him were roommates in college. Later, the girl committed suicide because of Shen Yuzhou."

He paused, and continued reluctantly: "There is a photo on Shen Yuzhou's desk, with my girlfriend on it, and their eyes look alike."

Quan Chi: "???"

"Damn." That's a lot of information.

Song Zhangyao stroked his fingers, "So you suspect that Zhai Panfeng is taking revenge now? On behalf of the dead girl?"

"Ah."

"Shen Yuzhou is dead, what's the use of him looking for Wen Xi?"

Shen Yuli was impatient: "How do I know? Shouldn't you police investigate this?"

Song Chiyao raised his eyebrows slowly, then turned around and asked Quan Chi, "Does he really have a girlfriend?"

Quan Chi: "..."

Two big brothers, are you naturally difficult to deal with magnetic fields?

But Song Chiyao is still barely reliable, "I will pay attention to this matter, and I will inform you of the follow-up situation."

Shen Yuli lowered his head to touch his phone, and found a notification on it, which was from the positioning software, showing that Wenxi's location had changed.

He was slightly startled, and hurriedly opened it to look.

Then I saw the red dot moving slowly, it seemed to be heading towards his home, could it be that he was looking for him?

He was a little happy, turned around and said: "Okay, thanks."

Song Chiyao looked at his back as he walked away quickly, turned his eyes back and asked Quan Chi: "Has he always been so in need of a beating?"

"Ah?" Quan Chi said honestly, "Sometimes he does have a bad mouth and a bad temper, but he's a good guy."

"Really? It's hard to see." He explained: "I mean the second half of the sentence."

Quan Chi: "..."

Shen Yuli got in the car and called Wen Xi, but no one answered.

His joy was dissipated in an instant, his eyebrows were lowered, and he clicked on the positioning message, only to find that it was still at the position he had just seen.

Tremendous fear and uneasiness came over him, he turned quickly and headed towards the location, the speed of the car accelerated, during which time he made several consecutive phone calls but no one answered.

He became more and more anxious, and received a call from Quan Chi in the middle of the gap: "What are you doing so fast? Looking at your posture, you thought you were going to fight, and Song Zhangyao almost went up to chase you."

Shen Yuli said in a deep voice, "Something may have happened to Xiaoxi, please come here."

"... Grass? Tell me where you are."

"Those streets to the west of my house."

Without time to explain to him, Shen Yuli cut off the phone, and the car galloped like a galloping wild horse in the middle of the road.

After getting off the car, Shen Yuli's heart beat faster, his breath was scattered in the howling wind, the closer he was to the position, the colder his heart became.

Until I walked into an empty street, I saw a white mobile phone on the ground from a distance, and there were miscellaneous things beside it, all of which belonged to Wenxi.

At that moment, his mania reached its peak.

He tried his best to calm himself down, looked around, and went straight to the unfinished building.

"Wenxi—"

The large expanse of snow hadn't melted yet, and it was a vast expanse of white, with silver everywhere, he shouted loudly: "Wenxi!"

He searched layer by layer out of breath, shouting while running, suddenly, a dull noise came from above his head, not loud, but it shook into his ears sensitively.

He faltered and ran upstairs quickly.

Time seemed to be slowed down. When he saw the man who was holding a knife by his hair, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes were filled with scarlet instantly. He picked up an iron rod at hand and threw it straight at the top of the man's head. .

Zhai Panfeng whimpered in pain, touched back, and found red blood in his hand.

Wen Xi's hands and feet were tightly bound, his mouth was covered with tape, and his face was all dirty and messy.

When she saw him, her eyes were red, and she shed tears in aggrieved way.

Shen Yuli was so distressed that he couldn't bear it, he took off his jacket and covered her body, touched her face pityingly, then turned around and kicked Zhai Panfeng who was about to resist to the ground.

He rushed over, grabbed his neck with one hand, and slammed it hard on his face. He made sure that he would not get up again, so he stopped, went to her and quickly helped her untie the rope, leaned over and hugged her stand up.

He was silent, like a tiger whose precious treasure had been stolen, hugging his lost treasure vigorously, rubbing her face wetly with his sweat-stained temples.

　If suspense articles are published in the future, Song Chiyao may be the hero

　　
　
(End of this chapter)