Chapter 624 Jissie Is In My Hands
June 6th is the death day of Song Chun.

After Song Zhen visited Yunting, he came to the cemetery holding flowers, and Kong Sheng was with him.

After Li Zhan disappeared, the captain of the criminal investigation team in province F was replaced by Kong Sheng, the deputy team leader.

On a sunny day in June, she wore a pair of denim shorts, revealing two slender white legs. The lower body was extremely cool, but the upper body was covered with a white T-shirt and a denim vest. Change the crispness of the past.

In short, judging from the appearance, there is no sign of a team leader at all.

It's just that she is so cool, she honestly holds a bunch of white roses.Rose's softness and brilliance are very inconsistent with her cool and sharp temperament.

The two put the bouquet in front of Song Chun's tombstone.

On the tombstone, Song Chun in the photo is smiling very sweetly, and will remain in her youthful and beautiful years forever.

Song Zhen reached out to touch the tombstone and patted it. The cold tombstone was still icy cold under the bright sun, in stark contrast to her soft and warm head.

"Chunchun, I'm here to see you." He said, trying to bend the corners of his lips into a gentle arc, but in the end he only pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying.

Seeing this scene, Kong Sheng felt a little uncomfortable.

Her eyes stayed on Song Chun's smiling face like a flower, feeling regretful and jealous at the same time.

The living can never fight against the dead, even if Song Chun dies, he will always be the white moonlight in that person's heart.

No, that person didn't even give the living a chance to fight.

Thinking of this, she smiled self-deprecatingly, and said to the photo: "He can't come, I know he will bring white roses every time he visits you, so I bought you a bouquet for him. In fact, I seem to You don’t have any position or qualification to do such a thing for him, so you can just treat it as a favor among colleagues. Because from the beginning to the end, he only has you in his heart.”

Hearing this, Song Zhen couldn't help but look at her.

Of course he knew who Kong Sheng was talking about, that was his brother, Li Zhan.

Kong Sheng also looked at him and said, "Captain Song, I don't believe it's him."

Song Zhen met her firm eyes, but only replied, "I only believe in evidence."

"It really can't be him!" She retorted excitedly.

But Song Zhen had no expression on his face, and he didn't know whether he had listened or not.

It was at this time that Song Zhen received the message.

It was passed by a colleague of the Kyoto Advisory Group, saying that Li Zhan was suspected to have been found.

"I have to go," he said.

He has to go back, his wife and mother are still waiting for his rescue.

Kong Sheng pursed her lips tightly, her eyes full of pain, she believed in Li Zhan, but she hoped that everyone would believe in Li Zhan, she needed someone to be with her, now she seemed to be standing alone on an isolated island, surrounded by people from all directions Wrapped by the boundless desperation that surged, she almost couldn't hold it anymore.

"Let's go." Song Zhen still didn't respond to her.

On the way to drive Song Zhen to the airport, Kong Sheng even began to waver. Was it because she was blinded by her personal emotions that she couldn't make a correct judgment?
All the way silent, no more words.

When we arrived at the airport, when we parted from Song Zhen, she lowered her head, a little listless.

A hand fell on her shoulder, as before, a comfort from her brother.

It's just that she didn't expect Song Zhen to say that to her.

"Cheer up, I will try to bring him back."

She raised her head suddenly and met Song Zhen's same firm eyes, a cluster of light suddenly shot up in her eyes.

But soon, she hesitated again.

To bring them to justice is also to bring them back.

What does Song Zhen want to express?
*
The plane flying directly to Kyoto from F Province soared into the sky.

The roar kept ringing in the ears.

The information obtained from Mr. Zhou and Yunting seemed to confirm some of Song Zhen's conjectures.

He closed his eyes, trying to integrate all the information.

Time passed by every minute, from Song Chun's accident, to all the cases related to Organization B, to the disappearance of Ji Qian and Xu Ying.

In his mind, it seems that there are criss-cross threads, such as latitude and longitude. Each node carries an information point. After each information point is opened, there are time, place, event, and on-site photos.

The sun shines into the cabin, and as the relative position of the aircraft and the sun moves, the length of the light and the position of the light gradually shift, changing from left to right.

And in the passage of time, Song Zhen analyzed the strands and strands, and smoothed out the criss-crossing threads in his mind.

It seems that there is a god's hand picking and matching, and then picking similar information points and putting them together.

When all the information is registered, the gathered information points will sense each other, gather light, and light up one by one.

And when all the piles of information are lit up, the connected meridians and latitudes are lit up, forming a network in my mind. As the brightness increases, I can get a glimpse of the whole picture.

In the middle of the net, there was a flickering red dot. He couldn't see it clearly, but he already had a guess in his mind.

At this moment, the announcement that the plane landed safely sounded in the cabin.

The net in my mind darkened and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the flickering red dot, like the evil eyes of a devil, spying on its prey.

Song Zhen opened his eyes eagerly and restarted the machine.

Just got a message when I turned it on.

【Jissy is in my hand. 】

The murderer, who was spying secretly, finally came to the door.

 I will try to come back to make up the rest at night!I have to take a shower, pack up, and go to the high-speed rail station to pick up my guy!I'm going to buy a bouquet of flowers, put on makeup, um, clean up the house, cook... forget it, it's too late!Ah ah ah ah ah!Oh my god, I haven't seen you for eight months, I hope he doesn't dislike me for gaining weight, woo woo!

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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