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After the two left the billiard hall, they found a restaurant to have a meal at random, and at Fang Ze's request, they went home.

There is no further investigation and no additional leisure activities.

Eight o'clock in the evening: 8:0.

Fang Ze stood at the door of his house and opened the door with a key.

He paused for a while and didn't go in.

It seems that there is something on my mind.

After a long silence, Fang Ze whispered to himself: "Tonight, you should meet Fan Dahai."

"As long as Fan Dahai and his home are closely monitored, we should be able to find your trace."

After a while, he opened the door.

"Forget it, I'll give you another twenty-four hours."

The door is closed.

Everything fell into calm.

The only one who is still investigating the case is Wu Fei.

Of course, there are shadows

Ten o'clock in the evening 10.

Everything is quiet, and Yangcheng becomes: silent.

On a certain street, except for night stalls and barbecues, everything has been closed.

Under the light of the street lamp, a drunkard came staggeringly, holding a liquor bottle in his hand.

He walked very slowly, pouring white wine into his stomach from time to time.

Feeling the pungent feeling brought by the stomach, tears have filled the cheeks.

Because of the effect of alcohol, he seemed to feel unwell, leaning on the wall, gasping for breath.

Knock! An unsteady man fell to the ground.

He struggled to get up, but didn't stand up.

Suddenly, an arm reached out and lifted him up.

The man subconsciously turned his head to look.

In sight, it was a young man wearing a black windbreaker and a black mask.

The night was already very dark, and with the cover of the hat, he couldn't see the young man's eyes.

"Thank you."

The man straightened up, leaned crookedly against the wall and sat down: he took a sip of white wine.

"Ah"

"hehe"

The man suddenly laughed, but with strong bitterness and sadness.

The young man stood in front of him, just watching him quietly.

"Do you drink?"

The man handed the wine bottle to the young man.

The young man's deep voice sounded: "Alcohol will make my thinking dull."

"This, to me, is a great danger."

"Is it dangerous?"

The man raised his head and took a sip, mockingly said: "This world is indeed quite dangerous."

After finishing speaking, the man looked up at him and said, "Young man, why don't you go home and sleep so late, and you have to go to work tomorrow."

The young man said lightly: "Financial freedom, no need to go to work."

"I have more important things to do

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"Oh"

The man nodded silently and said, "That's pretty good."

"You are Fan Dahai, right?"

The young man spoke.

Hearing this, the man slowly raised his head and said, "How do you know?"

"do we know each other"

The young man said: "I know you, but you don't know me."

Fan Dahai didn't understand this sentence, he lowered his head again, feeling the numbness brought by the alcohol.

"What are you thinking"

Seeing Fan Dahai's decadence, the young man said.

Fan Dahai didn't answer, just squatted in the corner quietly.

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, the young man said: "Isn't it not easy to raise two daughters alone?"

"Ok"

Fan Dahai suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the young man.

"Who are you"

"who are you!"