Chapter 3 Promising oneself, the plan failed

It’s the same logo as the one on his backpack yesterday.

Shen Zhouyi stopped at the gate, his phone vibrating continuously.

——Song Rongyan: The air ticket has been booked for you. The flight is at 5:30 this afternoon. Come back immediately.

——Song Rongyan: It seems that I have to buy you a huge insurance policy. With your attitude of not being afraid of death and seeking death, there is no guarantee that I will become the beneficiary one day.

——Song Rongyan: A useless artist is more valuable than living. "Smile"

Shen Zhouyi rubbed his stiff hands, slid the message on the screen, and smiled slowly.

Song Rongyan is a popular female star with a venomous tongue and beautiful appearance.

From their teens to their twenties, she was a life-threatening and sworn friend.

The fact that she was killed and lost contact yesterday probably made Song Rongyan want to kill her with a knife.

Shen Zhouyi lowered his head and replied.

[I’m still waiting to eat your meal in a few decades, so don’t curse me.]

Finished replying.

Someone came over next to me. It was a man, a member of the emergency rescue team.

Seeing Shen Zhouyi looking at the door, he stepped forward and asked, "Hello, what's the matter?"

Shen Zhouyi raised his head in the foggy sky and glanced at the number on the other person's chest, No. 37.

She put away her cell phone and glanced at the building inside: "I would like to ask, is he there on the 22nd?"

The other party was slightly surprised and looked her up and down.

Mingming: "Are you the one who was trapped in the rainforest yesterday? Shen Zhouyi?"

Shen Zhouyi lamented that everyone knew about her downfall. She pursed her lips: "...Yes, I want to see No. 22."

The man shrugged, feeling a little pity: "I'm afraid there's no chance, he left early in the morning."

After finishing his words, he added: "Resign."

The implication.

There is no possibility of meeting again.

Shen Zhouyi couldn't help but feel dazed for a moment.

The coat in my hand also became heavy.

There is an indescribable disappointment.

But this kind of thought did not last long. She nodded politely: "Okay, then I won't bother you."

She has always been free and easy.

The fate between people is determined by fate.

Since I can't see him now, he will only be a stranger in the future.

It doesn't matter who your last name is.

As for that inexplicable promise...

Really bad.

The first time I confessed my love, it ended like this in despair.

My only thought is——

Fortunately, I was not explicitly rejected.

A little embarrassed, but also a little happy.

After all, those were her insane remarks and had nothing to do with Shen Zhouyi's sober personality.

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The plane landed and after a few minutes of taxiing in the cold night, it arrived at its destination, Yongcheng.

Winter is approaching, and it's freezing cold.

Just exited the airport VIP channel.

Shen Zhouyi received a call from his assistant Ming Yao.

This is the seventh phone call she has made.

Shen Zhouyi wrapped his collar tightly against the cold wind and answered: "What's wrong with so many calls?"

Ming Yao couldn't suppress the panic in his voice, "Sister Yi, are you still at the airport now?"

Shen Zhouyi looked down at his feet in large slippers, and awkwardly adjusted his posture: "I just came out. I will go to the gallery later. Is there something urgent?"

Ming Yao said in confusion: "Sister Yi, actually, a few policemen came to the gallery today, saying that you were involved in something -"

"Shen Zhouyi."

Amidst the noise of people coming and going, several people suddenly walked up to her with great purpose, interrupting Ming Yao's voice on the phone. Some of them were in casual clothes, some were wearing uniforms, and their outfits were eye-catching enough, and there were many glances from around them.

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The leader showed his ID to Shen Zhouyi.

"We are the DC District Criminal Police Detachment. My name is Huang Heyang. A murder occurred near Jinjiang Building around seven o'clock tonight. You are involved in a certain case. Please cooperate with our investigation."

Shen Zhouyi glanced at the ID, and Ming Yao's even more frightened voice came from the receiver. She was calm and knew that asking more questions would be useless, so she nodded: "Okay."

The police car was parked outside the passage.

Regardless of whether Shen Zhouyi knew the reason clearly, he still had to cooperate.

As for the murder——

She has been in Medog these days, so there is nothing to panic about.

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I took the free police car and saved the taxi fare and returned to the main city.

DC District Criminal Police Detachment.

Next door is the district government department.

Not far apart.

Shen Zhouyi was taken to the interrogation room for questioning.

Huang Heyang is the captain of the criminal police detachment. He is around forty. His attitude is relatively calm: "Don't be nervous, I just want to ask a few questions."

He looked at Shen Zhouyi who had injured her foot. She had not fully recovered, her face was pale, she was sickly and delicate.

A pair of beautiful eyes as soft as water.

People couldn't help but control her tone of voice when talking to her.

"Where have you been these two days?"

"Metuo." Shen Zhouyi replied cooperatively, neither humble nor overbearing: "A county in the snow area."

"How long have you been there?"

"About a week."

"Do you know a man named Chen Xu?"

"It sounds a bit familiar."

"Think again, there are clues about this person."

Shen Zhouyi's eyebrows were raised, his brain was running at high speed, and almost a minute passed.

She suddenly realized: "There is such a person. When I was in country Y, he bought my paintings and had a casual relationship. That must have been five months ago. What happened to him?"

Huang Heyang stared at her and speculated: "He was the one who was killed near Jinjiang Building tonight. He was dismembered and a left arm was taken away. The arm fragments have not been found yet -"

Shen Zhouyi subconsciously made up a pattern in his mind.

The lips pursed slightly, as if, if possible, they would like to show her a picture of the corpse at the scene.

Huang Heyang also knew that this kind of scene was too cruel for a young girl, so he said: "That's why I called you here."

"It's because the only suspicious object left at the scene was a photo. We checked Ms. Shen's public portfolio, and the printed photo contained a painting that you exhibited last year, Ms. Shen." The person next to Huang Heyang

Hand over a photo sealed in a transparent evidence bag.

The pictures in the photo are indeed her paintings.

It was the painting that Chen Xu bought five months ago.

Behind the photo, there is a line of words.
To be continued...