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"Man in black, are you sure Zhang Zhendong has nothing to do with your family?" Zhou Wenjun suddenly turned to the man in black beside him. He keenly realized that the matter might not be so simple.

The man in black hesitated for a moment, and finally confessed: "In fact, Zhang Zhendong is my biological brother. When he joined the Black Wing Organization, I strongly opposed it, but failed to stop him. Later, he had a conflict with Ying, and I was afraid that he would implicate my family, so I chose to cooperate with the police."

"I see." Zhou Wenjun nodded gently, his doubts resolved, and he also had a deeper understanding of the black-clothed man's situation. "Don't worry, we will do our best to protect your family, and we will also help you find your brother and get him back on the right track."

"Thank you, Captain." The man in black looked at Zhou Wenjun gratefully, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Okay, let's move on." Zhou Wenjun refocused his attention on driving. The car sped through the night like a sharp arrow, pointing straight at the target.

"Captain, news came from the intelligence department that they found traces of Zhang Zhendong in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city." Xiao Zhao's voice rang out again, breaking the silence in the car.

"Go there immediately." Zhou Wenjun gave the order without hesitation. The car accelerated instantly and sped towards the abandoned factory.

"We must find Zhang Zhendong." The man in black clenched his fists, his eyes full of determination.

"I definitely will." Zhou Wenjun and Xiao Zhao responded in unison. Their eyes met, forming a powerful belief that illuminated the dark road ahead.

"Finding Zhang Zhendong is our top priority." Zhou Wenjun said firmly, breaking the silence in the car. "Xiao Zhao, you are responsible for contacting the intelligence department to see if you can find clues from the past actions of the Black Wing Organization. Man in black, tell us all the information you know about the Black Wing Organization. Maybe we will get something unexpected."

The car sped through the night, carrying them towards unknown challenges. They knew that the road ahead was full of dangers, but they were fearless because they were police officers, they were guardians, and they were messengers of hope.

"We will definitely find Zhang Zhendong." Xiao Zhao said confidently, his eyes full of determination.

"That's right, we will definitely win." The man in black also echoed. Although his voice was weak, it was full of power.

Zhou Wenjun looked at the two people, and a warm current surged in his heart. He knew that they were an invincible team, and as long as they were united, there would be no difficulties that could not be overcome.

"Okay, let's get started." Zhou Wenjun nodded heavily, started the car, and sped towards the unknown future.

In the night, the car was like a meteor, streaking across the sky, leaving a long trail. They didn't know what was waiting for them ahead, but they knew that no matter what, they had to move forward bravely, because this was their duty and their mission.

"We will definitely find Zhang Zhendong." Zhou Wenjun said firmly, breaking the silence in the car, "Xiao Zhao, you are responsible for contacting the intelligence department to see if you can find clues from the past actions of the Black Wing Organization. Man in black, tell us all the information you know about the Black Wing Organization, maybe there will be unexpected gains."

【859】Next, it will be the key to determine the outcome of this contest.

The car sped through the night, and the atmosphere inside was solemn and urgent. Zhou Wenjun drove attentively, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, tightly locked on the road ahead. Xiao Zhao was concentrating on communicating with the intelligence department, reporting the latest progress from time to time. The man in black sat in the back seat, his face pale but his eyes firm. He closed his eyes and recalled all the details related to Zhang Zhendong, hoping to provide more help for this operation.

"Captain, the intelligence department is tracking Zhang Zhendong's whereabouts in real time." Xiao Zhao's voice broke the brief silence in the car, "They found that he had frequent communication records near the abandoned factory, and seemed to be talking to an unknown number for a long time."

"Unknown number?" Zhou Wenjun frowned. "Check the source of this number to see if it can be linked to other members of the Black Wing Organization."

"Understood." Xiao Zhao immediately conveyed the order, and his colleagues in the police station took quick action. A silent contest quietly unfolded in the dark.

"Man in black, do you remember if Zhang Zhendong has any special habits or preferences? This may help us find him." Zhou Wenjun turned his head and asked. He knew that at such a critical moment, any clue could become the key to breaking the deadlock.

The man in black thought for a moment and spoke slowly: "He has always had a special love for music, especially classical music. When he was at home, he often played the piano alone when he was looking for books, saying that it could help him find a moment of peace in the chaotic world. In addition, he has an almost paranoid love for the number '8226'. Whether it is birthdays, passwords or important dates, they all like to be related to '985'."

After hearing this, Zhou Wenjun's eyes lit up: "This could be our breakthrough. Xiao Zhao, notify the intelligence department to find out if there are any places related to music or the number '7' nearby, especially those hidden places that are not easily noticed."

"Okay, Captain." Xiao Zhao responded quickly, his fingers operating the communication equipment quickly. The car fell silent again, with only the occasional police communication from the radio breaking the silence.

After a moment, Xiao Zhao's voice sounded again: "Captain, the intelligence department reported that there is an abandoned music school near the abandoned factory. It is said that it was Zhang Zhendong's alma mater. Moreover, the main building of this school has seven floors, which is consistent with Zhang Zhendong's preference for the number '7'."

There was a gleam of certainty in Zhou Wenjun's eyes: "Then lock on that place, we'll go there right away." He stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed towards the target location like an arrow.

The abandoned music school looked particularly eerie in the moonlight, with weeds growing all around and the dilapidated buildings seeming to tell of its past glory. Zhou Wenjun, Wang Qiang, Xiao Zhao and the man in black quietly got out of the car, and the four of them dispersed tacitly and approached the main building silently.

Zhou Wenjun and Wang Qiang were responsible for the frontal breakthrough, Xiao Zhao was responsible for monitoring the surrounding dynamics and ready to provide support at any time, and the men in black were responsible for finding possible secret passages or secret rooms. They knew that facing the cunning and fierce members of the Black Wing Organization, any negligence could lead to the failure of the operation.

"Xiao Zhao, what's the situation over there?" Zhou Wenjun asked in a low voice, holding the pistol tightly in his hand and looking around vigilantly.

"Everything is normal. No abnormal movement has been detected for the time being." Xiao Zhao's voice came clearly through the headset. "Be careful. I'm on standby at the periphery."

Zhou Wenjun nodded, exchanged glances with Wang Qiang, and the two quietly approached the main building entrance. They carefully pushed the door open, and a stale musty smell hit them. With the weak light, they saw a wooden sign hanging at the entrance of the stairs, with the words "Welcome to Seventh Heaven" written in elegant cursive.

Zhou Wenjun curled his lips into a sneer: "It seems we have found the right place." He motioned Wang Qiang to follow, and the two walked up the narrow stairs step by step, their hearts full of anticipation and nervousness.

Finally, they arrived at the top floor. This was supposed to be a music classroom, but now it was empty, with only an old piano standing alone in the center, the mottled marks on the piano bearing witness to the vicissitudes of time.

Suddenly, a melodious piano sound came from the corner. It was a familiar classical piece - Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata". Zhou Wenjun and Wang Qiang looked at each other and moved towards the direction of the piano sound tacitly.

In a dim corner, a man with his back to them was concentrating on playing the piano. His slender fingers danced on the keys, and every note seemed to flow from the bottom of his heart, carrying endless sorrow and loneliness.

"Zhang Zhendong?" Zhou Wenjun asked in a deep voice, the muzzle of the gun in his hand pointing directly at the man's back.

The man did not stop playing, but said calmly: "It's me. You are finally here."

Zhou Wenjun and Wang Qiang exchanged glances and slowly walked towards Zhang Zhendong. They knew that the next conversation would be the key to determining the outcome of this contest.

【860】Zhou Wenjun: I think we really need to have a good talk

Zhou Wenjun and Wang Qiang approached step by step, their footsteps echoing in the empty classroom, interweaving with the piano sound into a tense and mysterious symphony. Zhang Zhendong still had his back to them, as if immersed in his own musical world, his hands dancing on the keys without any interference from the outside world, continuing to interpret the tragic melody of "Moonlight Sonata".

"You know why we are here." Zhou Wenjun said in a deep voice. His tone was cold and firm, like a sharp sword piercing through the darkness. "What the Black Wing Organization has done has seriously threatened social peace. As an important member of the organization, you must pay the price for this."

Zhang Zhendong smiled softly, and the piano music stopped abruptly. The entire top floor instantly fell into silence. He turned around slowly, his pale face looked particularly cold in the moonlight, and his deep eyes were like black holes, swallowing up all the light around him.

"Of course I know." Zhang Zhendong's tone was chillingly calm, "But you probably don't know the whole truth. The Black Wing Organization is not as simple as you think. Its existence has a more far-reaching purpose."

"Stop playing tricks here!" Wang Qiang shouted angrily, the muzzle of the gun in his hand trembling slightly, obviously very dissatisfied with Zhang Zhendong's attitude, "Your accomplices have been arrested one after another, how long do you want to resist?"

"Accomplice?" Zhang Zhendong raised a mocking smile. "Do you think I am a pawn used by the Black Wing Organization? You are wrong. On the contrary, I am the one who used them."

Zhou Wenjun and Wang Qiang were both shocked when these words came out. They looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion and vigilance. Zhang Zhendong stood up from the piano and walked slowly to the window, his back to the moonlight, his figure dragging a long shadow on the floor.

"I was originally a talented musician," Zhang Zhendong began to talk about his past. "In that so-called 'art palace', I was admired by countless people and regarded as a rising star of the future. However, as I went further and further on the road of music, I found that it was just an illusion created by capitalists. They treated artists as commodities to satisfy their own greedy desires."

"I hated the feeling of being controlled and bound, so I chose to escape. When I was most desperate, I met the Black Wing Organization. They told me that they could help me achieve true freedom and let me change the world with my music."

"So, you used the power of the Black Wing Organization to carry out a series of criminal activities?" Zhou Wenjun stared at Zhang Zhendong's back, trying to find flaws in his words.

"Crime?" Zhang Zhendong chuckled, his tone full of deep sorrow. "Isn't your so-called justice based on the pursuit of power and wealth? Those so-called rules are just tools to protect the vested interests. I just want to break all of this and let real art return to its rightful place."

"Your ideals are noble, but your methods are too extreme." Zhou Wenjun responded coldly, "Innocent lives have been lost because of you, and social order has been disrupted because of you. Do you think this price is worth it?"

Zhang Zhendong was silent for a moment, then slowly turned around and looked directly at Zhou Wenjun: "You are right, I admit that my approach is indeed too radical. But who in this world can truly do it with a clear conscience? I just did what I thought was right, no matter how high the price, I am willing to bear it."

The piano sounded again, a song that had never been heard before, the melody was full of struggle, pain and determination. Zhang Zhendong sat down at the piano again, his fingers dancing on the keys, as if he was expressing his inner world.

Zhou Wenjun and Wang Qiang looked at each other, and they understood that Zhang Zhendong was ready to die. They did not speak any more, but just listened to the sad music quietly, with mixed feelings in their hearts.

"Captain, what should we do?" Wang Qiang asked in a low voice, the gun in his hand still pointed at Zhang Zhendong, but his eyes revealed a hint of hesitation.

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Zhou Wenjun did not answer. He looked at Zhang Zhendong's figure who was immersed in the performance, and an indescribable complex emotion surged in his heart. He knew that the man in front of him was not purely evil. He had his own beliefs and persistence, and even a bit of admirable courage. However, the path he chose was so dark that it could not be tolerated by law and morality.

"Zhang Zhendong," Zhou Wenjun finally spoke, his voice echoing in the empty classroom, "No one can deny your musical talent, but your actions have violated the law. Now, I'm giving you one last chance. Put down your weapons and come back with us to stand trial."

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Zhang Zhendong did not respond, but continued to play the sad song, as if he was bidding the world his final farewell with music. Zhou Wenjun and Wang Qiang looked at each other, their eyes full of helplessness and determination.

"Go ahead." Zhou Wenjun ordered in a low voice.

At that moment, the piano music stopped abruptly, and Zhang Zhendong fell heavily to the ground. Blood slowly flowed from his chest, staining the black windbreaker red. His eyes were still open, staring at the ceiling, as if looking for the "seventh heaven" that belonged to him.

"Mission accomplished." Wang Qiang put away his pistol and looked at Zhou Wenjun.

Zhou Wenjun didn't say anything, just silently looked at Zhang Zhendong's body, with mixed feelings in his heart. He knew that the contest was over, but whether they really won was a difficult question to answer.

"Let's go." Zhou Wenjun sighed deeply and walked out of the classroom first. The moonlight outside was still bright, as if silently witnessing the end of this tragedy.

"Captain, our next step is..." Xiao Zhao's voice sounded in the headset, interrupting Zhou Wenjun's thoughts.

"Let's go back to the police station first," Zhou Wenjun replied, "There are some things we need to discuss."

【861】This time, we must go all out

After Zhou Wenjun finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze. Zhang Zhendong did not respond, but a subtle fluctuation flashed across his deep eyes. He gently stroked the piano keys with his hands, as if bidding a final farewell to his beloved instrument.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano suddenly became passionate, as violent as a storm, breaking the previous silence and sadness. Zhang Zhendong's body rose and fell violently with the melody, as if he had merged with the piano. A resolute look appeared on his face, as if he was announcing his decision to Zhou Wenjun and Wang Qiang.

"What is he going to do?" Wang Qiang lowered his voice and asked nervously.

Zhou Wenjun frowned, his eyes fixed on Zhang Zhendong, and he had a bad feeling in his heart. At this moment, Zhang Zhendong's movements suddenly stopped, his body trembled violently, and then he fell forward and fell heavily on the piano keys, and the piano sound stopped abruptly.

"Three Zero Three"

"Zhendong!" Zhou Wenjun rushed forward and saw Zhang Zhendong's face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his chest was heaving violently, and he seemed to be in extreme pain. Wang Qiang also rushed over quickly, and the two of them helped him up together.

"Call an ambulance!" Zhou Wenjun shouted anxiously to Xiao Zhao in the headset, while unbuttoning Zhang Zhendong's windbreaker, trying to make him breathe more smoothly. However, the moment they touched Zhang Zhendong's body, a hard object slipped out of his pocket and fell to the ground.

It was an exquisite golden pocket watch, with a flying black-winged bird engraved on the surface, which was exactly the same as the logo of the Black Wing Organization. Zhou Wenjun picked up the pocket watch and opened it. He found a miniature map hidden inside, with some strange symbols and coordinates marked on it.

"This..." Zhou Wenjun was stunned and looked at Wang Qiang. The two looked at each other, and saw shock and confusion in each other's eyes. The relationship between Zhang Zhendong and the Black Wing Organization seemed to be far more complicated than they imagined.

The ambulance rushed away with the unconscious Zhang Zhendong, leaving Zhou Wenjun and Wang Qiang standing there with mixed feelings. They knew that the fight was not over, but became even more confusing because of Zhang Zhendong's fainting.

"Captain, what do you think of Zhendong..." Wang Qiang hesitated, his worry evident in his words.

Zhou Wenjun shook his head slightly, his eyes deep: "It's too early to draw a conclusion now. However, the appearance of the pocket watch and the map may mean that he has not completely given up resistance, or he is communicating with us in another way."

"You mean, he may not be really dead?" Wang Qiang widened his eyes, somewhat unbelieving.

Zhou Wenjun smiled slightly and patted Wang Qiang on the shoulder: "Everything is possible. What we need to do now is to analyze this map as quickly as possible to see what clues it can give us."

"I understand, Captain." Wang Qiang nodded, with a determined light in his eyes.

The two turned and left, disappearing into the night. In the distance, the lights of the police station flickered in the darkness, like a lonely beacon, illuminating their way forward.

"Captain, our next step is..." Xiao Zhao's voice sounded in the headset, interrupting Zhou Wenjun's thoughts.

"Let's go back to the police station first," Zhou Wenjun replied, "There are some things that we need to talk about."

After returning to the police station, Zhou Wenjun went straight to the meeting room, followed closely by Wang Qiang. Xiao Zhao had been waiting there for a long time, and when she saw the two of them return, she immediately stood up with a serious and concerned expression.

Zhou Wenjun motioned for everyone to sit down, and then placed the golden pocket watch and miniature map in his hand on the table. Everyone's eyes focused on him. He said, "This is what we found in Zhendong's pocket. What do you think?"

Xiao Zhao carefully examined the pocket watch. The pattern of a flying black-winged bird made her feel alert. She said, "This is undoubtedly the symbol of the Black Wing Organization, but why is it on Zhendong? Is he really in collusion with the Black Wing?"

Wang Qiang frowned and said, "We know Zhendong well. He would never cooperate with Black Wing on his own initiative. I guess Black Wing forced this thing on Zhendong for some purpose. That map might be a trap they set."

Zhou Wenjun nodded and agreed: "Your guesses are all reasonable, but we can't be sure now. The only thing we can do is to analyze this map as soon as possible to see if we can find clues about Zhendong."

Xiao Zhao immediately took out a magnifying glass and began to carefully study the symbols and coordinates on the map. Wang Qiang turned on his computer and prepared to scan the map into the system and analyze it with the help of professional geographic information software.

"Captain, these symbols seem to have no pattern, but they are actually an ancient code." Xiao Zhao suddenly shouted excitedly, "I have seen a similar method in an ancient book. This is an encryption method based on music..."

Zhou Wenjun's eyes lit up: "Music? Zhendong is a musician, is it possible for him to crack this code?"

Wang Qiang added: "If Zhendong really didn't betray us, then he left us this map most likely so that we can interpret the secrets through music."

The three quickly reached a consensus and decided to start deciphering the map from a musical perspective. Zhou Wenjun called a professor at the city's music college and asked for help in deciphering the code. The professor readily agreed and said he would immediately send his best student in musicology to help.

As night fell, the lights in the police station conference room were on. Zhou Wenjun, Wang Qiang, Xiao Zhao and students from the music school sat together with the mysterious map and a piano in front of them. Following the professor's instructions, the students played a series of notes based on the symbols on the map, trying to find a pattern.

Time passed by, and the piano music echoed in the empty conference room, like an unfinished symphony. Suddenly, the student paused and looked at Zhou Wenjun with a sharp gaze: "Captain, I found it! These notes correspond to Mozart's "Turkish March" Monthly fee 59{Ⅲ0(21$㈨o9!"

Zhou Wenjun and Wang Qiang looked at each other with surprise in their eyes. They immediately rearranged the symbols according to the melody of "Turkish March" and compared the map. The originally chaotic pattern instantly became clear, and a hidden place suddenly appeared.

"Is this the place Zhendong wants to tell me about?" Xiao Zhao pointed to the coordinates on the map excitedly, with anticipation gleaming in his eyes.

Zhou Wenjun said in a deep voice: "Let's set off immediately without further delay."

Three police cars quietly drove away from the police station and sped towards the target shown on the map. Inside the car, Zhou Wenjun gripped the steering wheel tightly with a determined look. He knew that there might be unknown dangers waiting for them ahead, but for Zhendong and for the truth, they had to move forward courageously.

"Captain, do you think Zhendong will be waiting for us there?" Wang Qiang broke the silence, with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Zhou Wenjun raised a confident smile: "If I were Zhendong, I would definitely be there."

Hearing this, Wang Qiang felt a warm current in his heart. He looked out the window at the night scene passing by quickly and whispered to himself, "Zhendong, we are here."

【862】Things are not as simple as you think

The moonlight was like silver, falling on the deserted streets. Police cars sped by, leaving a trail of afterimages. Zhou Wenjun, Wang Qiang and Xiao Zhao drove their own cars, keeping a subtle distance, like a tacit action team, quietly heading towards the destination indicated by the map - an abandoned chemical plant.

"Captain, we have already set up surveillance around the factory." Xiao Zhao's calm voice came from the headset, "According to satellite images, the internal structure of the building is complex, and there may be multiple hiding places."

Zhou Wenjun nodded slightly and responded, "Understood. Wang Qiang, you and Xiao Zhao will be responsible for the outer perimeter security. I will go in and investigate the situation first."

"Understood." Wang Qiang and Xiao Zhao answered in unison. Their vehicle stopped in a secluded place outside the chemical plant and they quickly went into alert status.

Zhou Wenjun drove alone to the chemical plant and observed the surrounding environment in the moonlight. The rusty gate was half open, and the wind blew through it, making a harsh creaking sound. He took a deep breath, holding a flashlight, crouched down and entered the gate, stepping into this forgotten industrial ruin.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of dust and chemicals. Zhou Wenjun walked cautiously along the broken cement road, looking around vigilantly. Suddenly, a faint light shone through the gap in the building ahead. He immediately slowed down and approached silently.

Through the gap, he peeked into a shabby office. A flickering oil lamp illuminated a figure curled up in the corner. The figure had his back to the door and had messy black hair. It was the unconscious Zhang Zhendong.

Zhou Wenjun's heartbeat accelerated instantly. He pushed the door open lightly and called out in a low voice: "Zhendong, it's me, Zhou Wenjun."

Zhang Zhendong heard the voice and slowly turned around, with a hint of surprise on his tired face: "Captain...how did you find this place?"

Zhou Wenjun walked over quickly and checked his condition with concern: "Zhendong, are you okay? What happened to the pocket watch and the map?"

Zhang Zhendong smiled bitterly and said weakly: "Captain, things are not what you think. The pocket watch is a tool used by the Black Wing Organization to control me. They threatened me that if I did not obey them, they would attack my family. I have been looking for an opportunity to resist. I hid the map secretly, hoping that it would lead you to find me."

When Zhou Wenjun heard this, anger and regret flashed in his eyes: "Zhendong, you did the right thing. We will definitely protect your family and completely destroy the Black Wing Organization."