Song Wen and Lu Siyu got the materials that Captain Wang copied for them from the traffic side, and took them back to the city bureau. It was past six o'clock on the way back.

While Lu Siyu was cooking dinner, Song Wen received a call from Fu Linjiang.

"Team Song, according to the previous investigation, we found the small hotel where Chen Yanqiu stayed last. I just went over to confirm it. The hotel owner saw Chen Yanqiu's photo and confirmed that he had seen him."

On this day, other colleagues in the city bureau were not idle. They were looking for traces of Chen Yanqiu before his death. Fu Linjiang's discovery is undoubtedly a great progress for the investigation of the case. After finding this hotel, it is possible to know what happened to Chen Yanqiu after that, and he can also infer the specific time of his death and narrow the scope of investigation.

Lu Siyu just came out with the food and put a plate of eggplant on the table. Hearing Song Wen's words, he turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Is there any progress?"

Song Wenchong made a silent gesture to him, indicating that Fu Linjiang should not hear his voice, and then turned on the speakerphone: "Where is the specific location of the hotel?"

"On Maochang Street, there is a small hotel called Ruyi Hotel. Since the check-in information here is not connected to the Internet, and the handwritten registration is still maintained, it took us some time to find it." Fu Linjiang paused and said, "Chen Yanqiu To register here, Zhang Rui's identity information is used, and the ID card photos of the two people are a bit similar, so the boss has no doubts."

After listening to this sentence, Song Wencai really felt that the last period of Chen Yanqiu's life was real. He was not a ghost, but a living person. He knew Maochang Street, which was a shanty town in the west of the city. The demolition work was only halfway through, and some self-built houses had many empty rooms. The homeowners remodeled the house and opened it into a small hotel, which is somewhat similar to a family hotel. The hotel has only a few rooms, and the price is very low. Sometimes it can cost a few hundred to stay for a month. The rich despise this place, but this is another home for migrant workers or the poor.

"Did the owner of the hotel provide any clues?"

"The location of this small hotel is a bit out of the way, the business is average, and there are not many regular guests like him, so the boss still has an impression. The boss said that Chen Yanqiu stayed at the hotel in January this year, paid cash, and stayed there for a total of For more than a month, he also said that he often went out. By the way, he found that Chen Yanqiu was ill. When cleaning the room, there were many medicine bottles written in foreign languages. In the middle, Chen Yanqiu had a fever and couldn't get up, so he even cooked porridge for Chen Yanqiu. , asked him if he needed to contact relatives and friends, but Chen Yanqiu refused. On the morning of February 3, before the Chinese New Year, Chen Yanqiu suddenly said that he was going to go out, and said that he would come back after the festival and left a box of things with the boss. Deposit and never come back."

"The boss said he goes out a lot, do you know where he goes?"

"That's not clear."

"Have you checked your luggage?"

"I did a rough inspection with gloves on. There are no contraband or dangerous goods. They are all daily necessities. I will stay at the city bureau and let the physical evidence check again."

Song Wen continued to ask, "Did Chen Yanqiu say what he was going to do in the end?"

"I just told the boss that he was going to do something, but the boss thought he was going to visit relatives." Fu Linjiang thought of something and added, "By the way, the boss said that Chen Yanqiu seemed to be in a good mood that day, and he gave it to him. His son has a packet of peanuts. Chen Yanqiu also said, 'When things are done, I will relax.'"

Song Wen frowned slightly when he heard this. After the matter was done, it was easy. Then what would he do?

"The boss said that he remembered it very clearly, because it was around the time of the Chinese New Year, and the guests all went home for the New Year, and they were almost gone. He originally wanted to ask Chen Yanqiu how long he would stay, thinking about how many days the door would be closed during the Chinese New Year. He also rested for a few days, and it happened that Chen Yanqiu checked out of the room. On the day he left, it happened to catch up with the temperature, and it snowed a little in the morning... Alas, by the way, when I was looking through Chen Yanqiu's luggage, I found that his clothes were stacked. Very neat."

It is very neatly folded, so it is possible that Chen Yanqiu himself understands that he may not come back.

On the morning before the New Year, Chen Yanqiu disappeared in the snow at the end of the street, and no one knew where he went.

On the eve of the Spring Festival, does this time have any special significance? It was supposed to be a family reunion day, but at that time, Chen Yanqiu was a seriously ill patient, and his sister got on the car going north to find the light. But he died and was dumped in the chemical factory. Was this result what he expected, or was it unexpected?

"Good job, hard work, I also have some progress here. I'll go back to the bureau tomorrow and talk about it in detail." Song Wen hung up the phone and saw Lu Siyu facing a table of dishes and thinking with his head down. The two came back late, and the dinner was relatively simple, only two dishes and one soup, and the soup was still tomato and egg soup.

Song Wen picked up his chopsticks and tasted it. Although the dish was simple and homely, the taste was not compromised in the slightest. He said to Lu Si: "Oh, don't just think about the case. It's been a toss for a day, let's eat quickly."

Lu Siyu only had time to cook a few dishes in a hurry today, and was a little disgusted at this time. Song Wen devoured the food next to him, but he had no appetite. It seemed that all his hard work was spent on the case.

But Lu Siyu knew that he needed to eat more. He had just been seriously ill before, and he was on drug withdrawal recently. If his diet was no longer regular, he himself would not know how this body would survive. After all, he There is still so much to do.

He was in a daze, but Song Wen's hand suddenly stuck to his forehead, Lu Siyu forgot to hide for a moment, blinked, raised his head and asked Song Wen: "What?"

Song Wen released his hand: "I don't have a fever, why are you in a daze?" In fact, Lu Siyu's forehead was not hot, and even a little cold.

Lu Siyu shook his head, wishing to bury his head in the bowl, his pale face was expressionless, but the tips of his ears were a little red. Just now, he was so distracted that he didn't notice that Song Wen suddenly posted it. Now, all his forehead is the temperature of Song Wen's hand.

After eating this meal for half an hour, Lu Siyu forced himself to eat half a bowl of rice, which made him feel a little nauseous. dinner?"

Lu Siyu said, "Maybe I'm too hungry, and I just ate something in the kitchen. It's normal if I'm not hungry."

Song Wen seemed to have seen through his lies, leaned forward and asked, "Are you really all right? There is something wrong with you during the day." Under the white light, Lu Siyu's face turned paler, spotless to the point of heartache.

Lu Siyu raised his head to look at him, with an indifferent expression on his delicate face: "Maybe there is a reaction to doping. In the afternoon, I have a headache, but it's not too serious."

Song Wen looked at him and said, "If you don't feel right, but say it." He looked directly into Lu Siyu's eyes, and at that moment, Lu Siyu felt a little guilty, and somehow remembered the prisoner being interrogated, he lowered his head to hide Looking over Song Wen's eyes, he asked, "What? If I lie and hide the report, will Officer Song arrest me?"

Song Wen pulled his hand forward and made a gesture of handcuffing people: "Take you to see a doctor."

"Don't worry, there's nothing serious at the moment, and I haven't had a stomachache in the past two days." Lu Siyu licked his lips habitually as he spoke, and paused for a second, "I don't really like hospitals."

At night, as usual, summarized the progress of the case, and then went to bed.

At two o'clock in the morning, Song Wen was awakened by the sound of rain. It seemed that it was because of the memory of his childhood. As long as it was a rainy night, he would not sleep well. The wind outside the window was accompanied by the sound of rain. He hit the glass with a swipe, and it gradually became clear in his consciousness. In the darkness, the moist air was surging, and the temperature dropped, and it even made people feel a little cold.

Then Song Wen went to the bathroom, habitually glanced at Lu Siyu's room, and found that Lu Siyu was not on the bed.

Song Wen put on slippers and went out, and then saw the light in the study on the third floor. He pushed open the hidden door, and saw Lu Siyu sitting in front of the writing desk, holding the sleepy little wolf in his arms, stroking his hair. Lu Siyu looked up and saw him, not surprised or explained anything.

Song Wen pointed to the phone: "Do you know what time it is?"

Lu Siyu lowered his head, like a child who did something wrong: "I'm sorry, I can't sleep." When it started to rain, Lu Siyu woke up. Afraid of having a stomach ailment, I got up and warmed a glass of milk, and I couldn't sleep.

Song Wen was stunned by Lu Siyu's words: "Oh, I'm not sorry, I mean it's only two o'clock, let's go to bed again, you can't sit like this until dawn." Song Wen rubbed his eyes, "And don't come out so quietly next time. If you can't sleep, you can wake me up and chat. It's so boring to sit here alone in the middle of the night."

Lu Siyu said with a guilty conscience: "I don't want to disturb you and make you feel that I am burdensome."

Song Wendao: "Didn't I move here for this?"

Lu Siyu hummed, then got up and carefully put the little wolf dozing off in his arms into its nest. The two went to Lu Siyu's room this time. Song Wen sat beside the bed and said, "I'll stay with you for a while. You were sitting in the study by yourself just now, thinking about a case?"

Lu Siyu hummed: "There are so many points, I haven't figured it out."

Song Wen looked at Lu Siyu's profile, and suddenly became serious: "You investigate the case and investigate the case, those people - those who have died, or are about to die, like a whirlpool, or, like a black hole, will It sucks people in. I know you like to get yourself into reasoning, but you mustn't get yourself into it this time."

Death is like disease, and that emotion is like a virus that spreads and is contagious.

Lu Siyu recently stopped taking medicine, and his health is not good. It is in an unstable period that he is easily affected by these people and things.

"Well." Lu Siyu's eyes suddenly became wet, which must be the side effect of the recent lack of drugs. At least in this world, someone still cares about him. He rolled over and turned his back, his fingers still trembling slightly.

Song Wen glanced at Lu Siyu, who was lying on his side, and his eyes suddenly sank. In the study just now, he reached out and touched Lu Siyu's laptop power supply. Although it seemed that the computer was turned off, the power supply was warm. For the case of the Wushan Nursing Home, for Gu Zhibai, and for many things, Lu Siyu has his obsessions.

Song Wen was suddenly hesitant, whether to continue moving forward, he was getting closer and closer to Lu Siyu's secret.