Bai Ye put on his seat belt and looked at Zhao Jue sitting in the passenger seat, pulling a napkin and starting to fold things, "Aren't you done your business yet? Go and find them now?"

"Yes." Zhao Jue hummed and continued to fold the napkin in his hand.

Bai Ye sighed, started the car, turned his face, and saw Zhao Jue folding the napkin in his hand into a windmill.

Bai Ye frowned slightly and looked at Zhao Jue in surprise.

Zhao Jue spread a paper windmill made of napkins on his knees, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He raised his face again, and a slightly evil smile appeared on his face, gently raised his eyebrows, Zhao Jue looked at Bai Ye, "Did you carry the knife?"

After hearing this, Bai Ye was silent for a moment and asked, "Aren't you my knife?"

Zhao Jue looked at him and then asked in a teasing tone, "Your mouth has become sweet, has your gene mutation been changed? Didn't you say you are stable?"

Bai Ye shook his head helplessly, turned on the wipers, and drove to the Haibin community.

"Tie the seat belt." Bai Ye reminded Zhao Jue.

Zhao Jue gently shook his hand out the window and pulled his seat belt, "You seem to be changing between fearing me and hoping for me to die. Are you tired of being a sperm?"

Bai Ye sighed, "Your murderous aura is a bit heavy today."

"How are you in a good mood?" Zhao Jue closed the car window.

The car ran away, and the soft napkin drifted out with the wind, landed in the dirty pool, and was soon crushed into mud by the wheels passing by.

...

At Liu Jin's home, the doorbell rang.

Liu Jin wanted to open the door, but Zhan Zhao waved his hand and signaled that he could do it for him.

Liu Jin sat down and didn't move.

Zhan Zhao pressed down the electronic lock on the door downstairs.

When the footsteps sounded at the door got closer, the person who came seemed to finally stop at the gate. The moment the doorbell rang, Zhan Zhao opened the door.

The person at the door was obviously startled because the door was suddenly opened. He stood there in a daze, his hand was still pressing on the doorbell, staring at Zhan Zhao who was appearing at the door.

Zhan Zhao was also looking at the person at this time - the person who came was in his fifties, with half-gray hair, dressed well and looked good, with a good face and a straight facial features.

Judging from the distribution of wrinkles on the face - they don’t like to laugh and frown, and they are crazy about academic research.

Judging from the skin condition and complexion, I don’t like to bask in the sun but don’t pay attention to maintenance. I am an irreconcilable home.

Judging from the thickness and style of myopia glasses - they are a person who has always read and pays great attention to details.

Judging from the casual hairstyle and slightly wrinkled shirt, I was not married or divorced, had no pets, and was alone.

Judging from the darker circles and slightly reddish whites - I went to bed late last night, or got used to staying up late.

Judging from the style of the jacket and the looseness of the pants, the length should be a little smaller than the actual age.

Judging from the details of fingers and nails - a pampered life is a prosperous life, a control freak, and very paranoid about some aspects.

Judging from the expression on his face, he knew himself and was shocked by his appearance.

Judging from the shape of the phone in the pocket and the status of the wallet in the jacket pocket - the income is considerable, it is not old-fashioned and does not reject new technologies, and often has the opportunity to contact young people.

Judging from the overall figure and shoes, the tutoring is strict, and good habits have been developed since childhood and loves exercise.

So in the end, Zhan Zhao came to a conclusion that a psychology teacher at a certain university has no bad habits and... brainless fans!

"You... are you Dr. Zhan?" The person at the door woke up and became excited. "My name is Song Tianjie, and he is a psychology teacher at E University. I have been to listen to your psychology lectures. I admire you so much! I didn't expect to see you here!"

Zhan Zhao raised his eyebrows - inference was consistent. The only possible intersection between him and himself was through a speech. In addition to teaching X University before, he had few opportunities for public speeches or lectures, and there were not many academic exchanges. He would have a brief selection.

Zhan Zhao raised his eyebrows, "The International Psychology Annual Meeting two years ago?"

Song Tianjie opened his mouth wide, "Uh...yes, you actually remember."

Bai Yutang and others drank tea silently - Zhan Zhao probably remembered what the nurse who delivered his mother...

Song Tianjie was obviously still in a state of excitement of being very nervous and confused about the situation and meeting his idol for the first time. After entering the door, he looked blankly at Liu Jin sitting in front of the coffee table. When he saw Bai Yutang and the others, he realized, "Oh... If you have something to do, I'll come again another day."

"No, sit down and chat together." Bai Yutang motioned him to sit down.

Song Tianjie walked to Liu Jin and sat down, looked at Bai Yutang and then at Zhan Zhao, and asked, "Has SCI intervened in Lao Liu's case?"

Zhan Zhao walked to the sofa and sat down, "Do you know we are from SCI?"

Song Tianjie nodded, as if he was quite embarrassed, "I have bought every book you have, and I will read some of the cases circulating on your online."

Bai Yutang was quite relaxed at this time. He was not here to interrogate the prisoners. He just came to see the situation. Zhao Hu and Ma Han were even more confused, and Zhan Zhao was quite interested.

"Did you come up with that windmill array?" Zhan Zhao asked with interest.

Song Tianjie turned around and looked at the windmill on the balcony and said, "Actually, it's not what I thought, someone taught me."

Zhan Zhao's eyes lit up, "Who taught you?"

"Uh, someone I met in the Zen room." Song Tianjie replied.

Zhan Zhao was slightly stunned, "Zen Room?"

"Oh, I often go to a meditation room to meditate, talk about my worries with people I don't know, and relieve bad emotions." Song Tianjie replied, "Old Liu has been friends with me for many years. Many doctors are helpless with his one-half deletion disease. The side effects of drug treatment also make him reject treatment. When I was in the meditation room that day, I talked about this with a young man, and he drew a picture for me." As he said that, he reached out and pointed to the direction of the balcony, "I made this set of windmills according to the drawings he designed, but Lao Liu's condition really improved. It was amazing."

Zhan Zhao was slightly stunned and asked, "You mean, the person who taught you this method is very young?"

"Well! Maybe she is only in her thirties, a tall and thin young man, wearing black and black hair." Song Tianjie sighed, "It's so terrifying to be young."

"Where is the Zen room where you met him?" Zhan Zhao asked with interest.

Song Tianjie wrote the address to Zhan Zhao.

"But he doesn't seem to go there often, and I've never seen him again." Song Tianjie said, "To be honest, I've really inquired about his name, but unfortunately the Zen room is all in a member confidentiality system. No one knows each other's names, and the boss refuses to disclose it."

Zhan Zhao nodded and asked, "Does he have any other characteristics besides the characteristics you described?"

"Uh..." Song Tianjie thought for a while and suddenly said, "By the way, his eyes are different from those of Asians, but his facial features are indeed Asians."

"What color of eyes?" Zhan Zhao asked.

"It's like the gray-blue and colorful ones that are very common in Europeans." Song Tianjie gestured, "At first, I thought it was the kind of contact lenses that young people often wear nowadays, but if you look closely, it's natural."

"Oh..." Zhan Zhao nodded.

Afterwards, Zhan Zhao and Liu Jin chatted again. Liu Jin told them in detail about the three murders, which was similar to the cases that Bai Yutang and others usually heard.

Zhan Zhao didn't say anything during the whole process, leaned against the sofa and listened quietly.

After Liu Jin finished speaking everything.

Zhan Zhao looked at Song Tianjie beside him again and asked, "Have you heard of these before?"

Song Tianjie nodded.

Liu Jin said, "I am old friend Tianjie and I often chat with each other, and he will analyze it for me."

"Yes." Zhan Zhao nodded, stood up, looked at his phone... and found that an hour had passed.

So Zhan Zhao raised his eyebrows at Bai Yutang, and that's what he meant - go back.

Bai Yutang nodded, stood up, and when he walked out, he asked Zhan Zhao, "Are you not waiting for Zhao Jue?"

"Didn't he say he's here soon?" Zhan Zhao was also a little puzzled, "I haven't come yet?"

Everyone left Liu Jin's home and went downstairs to see a white sports car parked there in front of the building.

I saw the car window lowered and the people in the car looked at everyone.

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang looked at each other - it was Bai Ye.

Walking to the car window, Zhan Zhao turned his face to look. Sure enough, Zhao Jue was sitting in the passenger seat, his black hair seemed to have grown a little longer, his face was clean, and he was yawning, "So slow."

Zhan Zhao looked back at the windmill upstairs, "You won't go up?"

"The copycat goods will make me excited." Zhao Jue curled his lips.

Seeing that he was not in high spirits, Zhan Zhao suddenly asked, "Do you know an Asian with gray-blue pupils?"

Zhao Jue was slightly stunned and looked up at Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao took out the address written by Song Tianjie to him and looked at it. The Zen room should be near the seashore. So he shook the paper and said, "Go and have a Zen place before going back."

After saying that, he took out his cell phone and asked Jiang Ping to help find the address of the Zen room and then navigate.

Zhao Jue hurriedly ran out of the car and walked with Zhan Zhao.

Zhao Hu and Ma Han looked at each other and followed.

Bai Yutang turned around and saw Bai Ye sighing and signaling him to get in the car.

Bai Yutang got into the car and took Bai Ye to park the car next to his car. Then the two got out and walked towards the seaside.

The two walked side by side. At this time, the rain had already stopped, the wind was weaker, and there were a little more people on the road than before.

Many passers-by will look at Bai Ye and Bai Yutang when they pass by. The passers-by's eyes seem to be sighing - genetics is really great! Look how similar these two brothers look!

Zhao Hu first looked at Zhan Zhao and Zhao Jue walking side by side in front. The two of them didn't know what to talk about, but later they started to grab their phones and communicated a little naively.

Looking back at Bai Ye and Bai Yutang... Two handsome guys dressed in white kept a distance of about one foot, wearing long legs with one hand in their pockets. The proud height and body ratio made the passersby look like winter melons, but their expressions were a little cool and they didn't communicate.

Zhao Hu twitched his lips, turned his head and looked at Ma Han, who was silently inserted into his hands beside him, and sighed.
To be continued...