It was not until ten o'clock in the evening that the scene was completely controlled. All the children were registered and sent to the hotel to be settled and rested. Special personnel were responsible for arranging and taking care of them.

The crowd at the entrance of the city bureau finally dissipated in an orderly manner. All parents registered and went home to wait for the results.

After all this, everyone felt extremely tired.

At half past ten, Lu Siyu and Song Wencai returned home.

The little wolf was already suffocated at home, and when he saw them coming back, he rushed over, and then seemed to smell the bloody smell of Lu Siyu, tucked his tail and paused, looking at him with some doubts.

Lu Siyu said to Song Wen, "I'll take a shower first." Although he washed his hands and face in the city bureau, there was still a lot of blood on his clothes.

"Well, go ahead, be careful of the wound on your nod, I'll let the dog slip first." Song Wen skillfully picked up the dog's rope and rubbed the little wolf's ears, "Dear me, it's suffocating."

The little wolf had known him for a long time, and after wailing twice, he followed Song Wen and looked back at Lu Siyu reluctantly before leaving.

Lu Siyu took the change of clothes and walked into the bathroom. He took off his clothes and turned on the shower head. The warm liquid dripped down and washed away the blood stained on his face, hands and hair.

The thick and dry bloodstains melted with water, turned pale red, smeared under his feet, and then gradually disappeared.

That was Yu Huizhi's blood, and that woman died in front of him today.

The same warm liquid, the feeling of water flow is completely different from the feeling of blood.

The water was pure, warm, and comfortable, and it enveloped him, as if it were the gentle soothing of a lover, as if it could take away all the filth.

The water flowed across his body, along his neck and collarbone, through his slender waist, and across the scar left by the newly promoted, feeling a little numb, and then continued to flow down along his slender legs.

Lu Siyu washed very carefully, including the crevices of his fingers. He repeatedly used the bath liquid twice until he could no longer smell any blood, so he wiped his body and replaced it with a white one. The shirt came out, and the hair was blown dry again.

Song Wen had already returned with Xiao Lang at this time. He saw Lu Siyu walking over with his head lowered, went to the cabinet to get a medicine box, stretched out his hand and pulled him over, and rubbed a layer of alcohol on the wound on his head, Finally kissed him on the forehead.

Lu Siyu, who had just taken a bath, had a fresh aroma on his body.

Song Wen said, "Don't be too sad, we will find new clues."

Lu Siyu looked up at Song Wen, pursed his lips and said, "I'm not depressed. I hope that the children can return to the family smoothly."

He and Song Wen are very clear that those children will be completely different from ordinary children after these years of experience, and they will be more sensitive and vulnerable.

Those children have tasted evil and do not know what seeds will be sown in their young hearts. This turmoil may subside for a while, but the follow-up may take several years or even a dozen years.

Then Lu Siyu lowered his head again: "I'm still thinking about what we should do next."

The moment he first saw Yu Huizhi's death, he was a little flustered, but as time passed, he was gradually relieved.

Every time he was knocked down, it meant that he was a little stronger.

From the chess game, the two sides are now more evenly matched. The more eager the other party is to get rid of Yu Huizhi, it shows that their thinking is right.

They have now taken the initiative and are no longer taken away by each other, which is a good thing.

They are getting closer and closer to the core of the other party, and the tighter they push the other party, the more flaws and tricks the other party will reveal.

The end of this battle is near.

Song Wendao: "I'm also thinking about who might be the gatekeeper of hell."

"There are no clues yet. Maybe we haven't contacted this person yet. Maybe he is the white whale we call him." Lu Siyu made a decision, "I want to sort out all the information and context of the case again."

Although the whole case has been questioned over and over again by many people, many of them have not passed through his hands, and Lu Siyu wants to sort it out again in person.

In those cases, there must be some clues that the predecessors ignored.

Lu Siyu, who had just taken a shower, looked more and more white, his eyes seemed to be stained with water vapor, and his thin lips were also attractively colored.

Song Wen couldn't help but think of the first time he saw Lu Siyu, when he felt that he was silent and deserted.

But as he got in touch more and more, he felt that the person in front of him was alive, smart, and brave. He looked thin, but nothing could defeat him.

Thinking of this, Song Wen felt very distressed for him, and said, "I'll accompany you at night." Then he asked Lu Siyu, "Are you hungry? Would you like me to make you some supper first?"

Lu Siyu lowered his head and thought for a moment. He felt that he couldn't push himself too hard. Only when he was full would he have the strength to work. The food in his mind spun around, and he suddenly said, "I want to eat dumplings. , However, it's a bit late now, isn't it too much trouble?"

It's already past eleven o'clock, even if the action is fast, it will take more than half an hour.

After Song Wen and Lu Siyu lived together, they hadn't seen him make dumplings. He heard him speak and said to him, "As long as you want to eat, you can eat as long as you want. Your husband and I have the skills to cook dumplings. First-class, dumplings can also be made, but dumpling skins and stuffing..."

In the past, Li Luanfang took care of all these things. She would buy machine-made dumpling skins and minced meat fillings from the vegetable market, drag Song Wen to wrap them, and let him cook them. Song Wen had not done much handicraft since he was a child. Making dumplings is forced to practice ingenuity.

Li Luanfang will deliberately make more every time, put the rest in the refrigerator, freeze it in a fresh-keeping bag, and take it out whenever she doesn't want to cook, which is especially trouble-free. At that time, Song Cheng had ready-made ones every time he came home. After eating, he patted his butt and went to work immediately, which made Song Wen especially envious.

Lu Siyu raised his head and said, "As long as you know how to cook, I'll do the rest."

I have good black pork at home, put it in warm water to thaw first.

Then Lu Siyu spent ten minutes, and soon made a reconciliation. Song Wen was stunned. He never thought that reconciling was such a simple thing. And not only that, after the reconciliation, the basin was clean, the dough was smooth and soft, and Lu Siyu's hands were clean and not stained with flour at all.

At this time, the meat is also partially melted, and then defrosted in the microwave oven, and it is quickly mashed with a blender.

Lu Siyu asked Song Wen, "What kind of dumplings do you like to eat?"

Song Wen said doglegly, "I'm not picky eaters, as long as it's made by you, I like it."

There were no leeks at home, so Lu Siyu chose cabbage as a side dish.

While making it, Lu Siyu passed on Song Wen's exclusive secret recipe: "I don't really like chopped onion and ginger and wrap it in dumplings, I will feel that the dumplings taste bad and taste like impurities. If you put it at the wrong time, there will still be a dead onion smell, but those spices must be put in."

He went to get two green onions, a large piece of ginger, and a handful of peppercorns, all of which were cut into small pieces.

Song Wen felt that watching a beautiful woman cook was like a beautiful painting.

When Lu Siyu was cooking, his techniques were neat and tidy, and his movements were smooth and smooth, so Song Wen couldn't get tired of it no matter how he looked at it.

Then he watched Lu Siyu raise the oil pan, fry a pot of spices and seasonings, and the whole kitchen had the aroma of seasonings.

Lu Siyu filtered the oil that had been fried with onion and ginger. After it was cooled, he mixed it into the meat filling, and added a little water and an egg to make the meat softer and more tender.

Cut the cabbage in a food processor, sprinkle with a pinch of salt and squeeze out the excess water.

Lu Siyu added cooking wine, light soy sauce and pepper powder to the prepared meat filling, and then added the old soy sauce to color, and added several spoons of oil consumption to increase the fresh flavor.

After the meat is mixed well, put the cabbage in, follow one direction, and stir well. Finally, according to the amount of filling, add salt.

After completing the filling, Lu Siyu took out a rolling pin from the cabinet that came with buying other tableware, and took out a large panel, which he had never used in the past, but came in handy today.

Lu Siyu kneaded the dough a few more times. He lowered his head, his long eyelashes moved slightly, and his expression was very calm.

The noodles are very soft, they are quickly kneaded into long strips, cut into small pieces, dipped in dry noodles, rolled a few times, and a dumpling skin that is thin around the middle and thick in the middle is ready.

Now, Song Wen finally had the opportunity to get started. He took a dumpling wrapper in his hand, put the filling in the center of the dumpling wrapper, and squeezed with his index finger and thumb. .

Lu Siyu glanced at it and said, "Not bad."

Song Wen was rarely praised: "I didn't expect that I still have a stunt hidden deep."

The two of them worked together, and the speed was very fast. After a while, dozens of dumplings were released, and it took less than an hour.

Lu Siyu simply cleaned up the kitchen, and Song Wen went to cook the dumplings.

The dumplings with round white belly came out of the pot soon, Song Wensheng came out, and took vinegar and sesame oil.

It is midnight now, and many people may have already entered their dreams. The two people who have been busy all night are sitting opposite each other at the restaurant table, eating dumplings while they are hot.

It seems that this attempt is quite successful, and the cooperation between the two is also full of tacit understanding.

Lu Siyu picked up the vinegar bottle, poured himself half a bowl of vinegar, and then put a layer of sesame oil.

Song Wen's eyes straightened: "Little Ancestor, I know you like to eat sour food, but you should drink less. When you look back, don't make your stomach hurt."

Lu Siyu said, "I don't want to drink so much. Dumplings dipped in vinegar will have souls."

So Song Wen watched him pick up the dumplings, dipped them in half a bowl of vinegar as if they were swimming, and finally put them in his mouth, chewed them a few times, and said with satisfaction, "Not bad."

These dumplings not only look good, but also have a thin skin and a large filling, full of color and flavor.

Song Wen unconsciously poured more vinegar, dipped the dumplings, put them in his mouth, and a fresh fragrance burst in his mouth.

This was the first time Song Wen had eaten such delicious dumplings. The dumpling skins he made were much thinner than the ones he bought, but they were very strong.

The water of the cabbage was not squeezed too dry, and a delicious soup flowed out as soon as you bite it. The dumpling filling is almost a meat ball. When you eat it in your mouth, the meat is tender and soft, and the cabbage is crunchy. The sweet fragrance of vegetables, the best thing is that all the flavors of the seasonings have been integrated into the oil, including the fragrance of green onions and peppercorns, but the dumplings only contain meat and cabbage, and there are no other impurities at all. Eating such dumplings is a kind of enjoyment in life.

Lu Siyu also lowered his head and ate. Song Wen's method of making dumplings was different from his. Compared with his, his dumplings were much more delicate. Dumplings have a stronger flavor. After eating a few dumplings, his whole body was warmed up, and the troubles at night were also swept away.

Song Wen ate more than 20 in one go, and then asked Lu Siyu: "You make dumplings so delicious, why haven't I seen you make dumplings before."

As soon as Lu Siyu's chopsticks stopped, he said, "My family used to like making dumplings, and my parents had to help me and my brother to make dumplings as a rare family activity. Later, when I became a person, I just I don't like dumplings anymore..."

Making dumplings is fun for a family, chatting and wrapping, but when it is only himself, it becomes a kind of loneliness.

One person mixes the noodles, one person mixes the stuffing, one person wraps, one person eats... The dumplings that bite into the mouth feel bitter.

Chinese people have the habit of eating dumplings. They eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year, eat dumplings during the winter solstice, eat dumplings when they are happy, and eat dumplings when they have nothing to do.

Every time this happens, Lu Siyu will do something simple to eat to make himself forget about dumplings.

Song Wen found that he had mentioned something that shouldn't have been mentioned, and paused, "I'm sorry."

However, Lu Siyu raised his head and looked at Song Wen and said, "It doesn't matter, now, we are two of us."

He used to be alone, but now, Song Wen is like a bridge between him and ordinary people and this society. He is eating dumplings at this time, and his heart is no longer the pain of losing his family, but gives him a kind of happiness.

Song Wen picked up another dumpling, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's the first time I've eaten such delicious dumplings when I'm so old."

Lu Siyu said: "After that, I will often make it for you to eat."

After eating the dumplings, Lu Siyu felt that the food comforted his body, gave him a full sense of satisfaction, and the exhaustion all over his body was swept away. He sat on the sofa, Song Wen walked over and sat beside him.

Lu Siyu naturally leaned on Song Wen's body, Song Wen took him loosely in his arms, with one hand around his waist, the other hand gently stroked his hair, as if to comfort himself Home full of cats.

Lu Siyu wrote and drew in the notebook for a while, then raised his head and said, "I'm almost done."

They went to the study room on the third floor together. Lu Siyu looked serious and put on his glasses. He chose a blank wall and started writing on the wall with a whiteboard pen.

Lu Siyu had read all the relevant dossiers and files before, and he kept them firmly in his mind at this time. He started to draw from a branch, one by one small cases, related people, and related situations, and wrote it bit by bit. He would sometimes stop and sort out his thoughts before continuing.

Song Wen sat in the chair and discussed with him from time to time, adding some details of the case.

Lu Siyu arranged the cases one by one according to time, and recorded the people and events of each case. From Long Jinrong to Xia Weizhi, Wu Hongyou, Bai Luorui, Chen Yanqiu, Dai Xiaoman, Yu Huizhi.

At two o'clock in the morning, Song Wen saw that he couldn't help, so he yawned and went downstairs.

Now is the quietest time in the city. Outside the window is endless darkness, as if the whole world is asleep.

Song Wen dried the previously washed clothes in the washing machine, then took out the milk from the refrigerator and put it in the microwave. After a minute and a half, the microwave made a beeping sound.

After he went upstairs with hot milk, Song Wen was stunned.

A complex and complete relationship diagram has been drawn on that white wall, and all the cases and details cover the entire wall.

In the few minutes he went down, Lu Siyu connected all the cases with lines. Some nails were pressed on the wall, wrapped with red threads, and the veins were clear. Facing this picture, Song Wen could only use two words to describe it as spectacular.

Each person seems to be a node one by one, forming several modules, and the whole big case has become a picture and a network.

With the accumulation of raw financial resources, the support of drugs and technology, and the supplement of manpower, Moby Dick is running a huge and evil empire.

Those long-dormant evils were finally drawn into full shape, and they gradually moved towards the truth of everything. All the red lines are in one place, which is still blank.

Song Wen looked at the person he loved. Lu Siyu was standing in front of the wall at this time, tall and tall. He was wearing a white shirt and stared at the wall. It was clearly a white wall. But it seems to contain endless darkness, and the black overflow seems to engulf the whole world.

From many years ago, until now, he climbed out of the underworld, walked through the extreme cold step by step, faced the blade, and walked to the edge of evil, bathed in blood, and the sea of ​​blood and tears was at his feet.

Lu Siyu stretched out his right hand, under his sleeve, his ankles were thin, he pursed his thin lips slightly, looked firm and fearless, and wrote those two words in the last blank space-"Beluga whale ".

That was the enemy of his life.

The giant beast that was submerged in the bottom of the sea is about to be discovered and brought to the surface.

Lu Siyu checked it for the last time, and closed the cap. His eyes followed the veins and landed on a name.

Then he took the hot milk handed to him by Song Wen, took a sip, and said with bright eyes, "I now have a direction for the next investigation in my heart."

Up to now, they still need to further search for the source of darkness.