The caller was Ye Zhao's childhood buddy Xia Zhiming, who worked for the Public Security Department of J Province. He had a bright future and was looking forward to seeing a bright future, but when he encountered this serial case that dragged on for two years and still had no clue, the pressure doubled. The last time Ye Zhao saw his company grow several white hairs.

"Hey, Ye Zhao?" The voice over there was a bit noisy, like a group of people were discussing something, Xia Zhiming's voice was as hurried as always, "That bastard has recently gone to your place, you should be careful not to go out. I read the report that the construction site seems to be right next to your house, and you usually walk around a bit."

"Well, I know." Ye Zhao sat down on the sofa, picked up the remote control and turned down the sound of the TV, "It may be foggy tonight, your police protective clothing is still in the experimental stage, and the actual effect is still uncertain. Pay attention to yourself."

"Fog? I see. By the way, the boss asked me to go to your place to assist in handling the case, and I'll leave at noon the day after tomorrow." Xia Zhiming changed to a quiet place over there.

"Have you bought a ticket? What time do you get here?"

"It's half past four in the afternoon. The other people's congress will arrive the day after tomorrow. I'll go over to see you in advance, just in time to go around the scene."

"Okay, I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow."

"Ah! By the way, I met Nie the other day—" Someone over there called Xia Zhiming, interrupting him. He took off the receiver and said, "I know, come here!" Next to the receiver, he said to Ye Zhao, "Hey, forget it, they called me again. I'll hang up first, and we'll talk the day after tomorrow."

"Um."

Ye Zhao pressed the hang up button and stared out the window for a while.

If I heard correctly just now, Xia Zhiming said "Nie"...

Nie's...

Who else could Xia Zhiming specifically mention in front of him?

Ye Zhao threw the phone on the sofa, leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes for a long time, then sneered.

☆、Chapter3

Leisure days without work are really rare for Ye Zhao. He picked a book from the bookcase that he bought but was too busy to read. He returned to the living room sofa and planned to pass the afternoon like this.

The car was driven away by Luo Xiaochen, and Ye Zhao put on a protective mask before he left, and told him to bring some ingredients back in the afternoon.

Luo Xiaochen belongs to the Three No Personnel in daily life, with no brain, no technology, and no common sense. To let him stay at home for a few days without going out, either instant noodles or starvation.

The foggy weather in the past two years has been a bit strange. Sometimes official experts can accurately predict that the public will be notified in advance on major TV broadcasts to minimize the harm. At other times, the fog came very strangely without warning, but the casualties caused by this fog were the most serious.

But no matter what, Ye Zhao's feeling is extremely keen.

Every foggy day, Luo Xiaochen, a member of the Three No Personnel, could only roll around to hug Ye Zhao's thigh in order to have a bite to eat.

In fact, Ye Zhao's cooking skills are not very good, but they are meticulous and treat every dish with the attitude of treating scientific experiments. Although the speed is a bit slow, at least it looks very beautiful when cooked, which is similar to the demonstration picture on the recipe. Basically no difference, as for the taste, it is enough to feed a creature like Luo Xiaochen anyway.

When it was getting dark, Ye Zhao received a call from Luo Xiaochen. He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose while pressing the call button.

As soon as the connection was connected, Luo Xiaochen's breathless voice came over: "The elevator... is broken, you... you go downstairs... call... come and help... call... take... something... call."

Ye Zhao wondered: "Why are you panting like this? Wait a minute, I'll go down now."

When he was in college, Luo Xiaochen's favorite thing to do was to show his six-pack abs by hanging on his back after taking a shower. After work, although he doesn't often exercise his abs and his abs have formed a piece, but no matter what, a man in his late thirties wouldn't pant like this after carrying a few bags of vegetables, right? !

All the way down from the 10th floor, Ye Zhao finally saw Luo Xiaochen, who was as tired as a dead dog, at the corner of the stairs on the third floor, two large convenience bags of ingredients on the ground, and a comatose buried on his back... one man.

Ye Zhao looked at the two humanoid objects expressionlessly, and said, "Yes, I didn't even know you were a part-time trafficker."

"No, I... I went to park the car just now, then... Then I saw... at the gate... of the community... He, he fell there..." Luo Xiaochen probably carried him all the way, and was still out of breath.

The man's face was buried on his shoulders, and he couldn't see his appearance. He might be only taller or shorter than Luo Xiaochen. don't know where the black coat is on body, but can see that the material is good.

Luo Xiaochen took a long breath and finally slowed down a little: "Nima grows so big! I'm exhausted! ... Hey, Ye Zhao, what's your expression like? No, you didn't recognize who he was.What?!"