A very regular reply, quite sensible.

Zheng Yiren's lips curled slightly, and she clicked a picture of "Good Night Sleep" and sent it over. She turned off the phone, got up and walked into the bedroom.

The old-fashioned flip machine was always in her hands.

There is only one direct call every day, and the number is different every time. Zheng Yiren believes that if she calls back the same way now, she will definitely hear a reply "The number you dial is an empty number, please dial again later."

She plugged the flip machine into the power supply and placed it on the bedside table without expression.

In a high-rise community far away at the other end of the city, a tall man opened the back cover of the same flip machine, took out the phone card inside, threw it into the toilet, and pressed the flush button.

"Wow", the sound of flushing water broke the silence in the room.

The man stood in front of the toilet and watched the phone card flush away with the water vortex. Then he walked slowly and returned to the east side, pulled open the drawer of the large desk, and threw the phone in.

The room was not turned on, but it didn't look dark either.

The gorgeous neon lights on the market downstairs are projecting from outside the window. The night wind blows the thin gray window screens, and on the ceiling and walls, the colorful light and shadow flow like water, like an old and quiet literary film.

The man took his pocket and walked slowly to the window, allowing the gauze curtain to brush his cheeks, lowering his eyes to the long street downstairs.

This is one of the most famous night markets in Liaocheng. It is covered with shops of all sizes and large and small on the long street of nearly a thousand meters. From dusk to late at night, it is always brightly lit and crowded.

The man looked at the crowded crowds under his feet without moving, as if he was fascinated by the sight. After a while, he muttered:

"I've decided to be someone again? Is it necessary to be Chen Zhiyu? Can't I change one?"

If Zheng Yiren was here, he would definitely be able to hear that the voice of this slender man was no different from the mysterious person on the phone.

It seemed that he was even more dissatisfied with Chen Zhiyu's choice than Zheng Yiren. His tone was full of complaints at this time, but he didn't know who he was complaining about.

After mumbling that sentence, he calmed down, as if he was listening to someone's voice, and then he became angry again:

"I know! I know!"

His voice was low, but his tone was extremely strong, as if he was trying his best to suppress the irritability in his heart:

"You have your own reason, and you always have it. But don't you think Chen Zhiyu is too conspicuous? Just forget about Xu Yating last time, Chen Zhiyu is a public figure, you..."

He suddenly stopped, as if someone interrupted the conversation.

The cool summer breeze swept through the window screen, his face hidden in the dark, and the neon lights and shadows downstairs could only illuminate his palms that were getting tighter and tighter.

However, after counting breaths, his fingers suddenly loosened.

For a moment, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in bleakness and loneliness, and he murmured: "Yes, it's too long, her fate..."

The sound is getting lower and almost inaudible.

About three minutes later, the man's figure finally moved.

This time, the light and shadow happened to float and connect to his arm.

He wore a black short-sleeved T-shirt, with an old, wrinkled forearms, which contrasted sharply with the graceful and slender hands at the front and the well-muscular arms in the back half.

He seemed to have noticed the light and shadow, cursed in a low voice, reached out and picked up a hooded vinyl raincoat from the clothes hanger next to him, but he never wore it. He only folded the raincoat and put it on the bend of his arms, blocking the strange half of his arm.

The visual brief hiding seemed to make him feel better. He whistled gently, left the window, and walked slowly in the room. Not long after, he came to the hundred-page window facing west.

Outside the west window is also a street.

This road is at an angle to the night market, but it is far less lively than the latter. It is obviously very quiet, and the shops on both sides of the road are also sparse.

The slightly warm street lights sifted under the shadow of the tree, and the man's gaze gradually raised, looking at the two-story all-metal electronic door diagonally opposite.

The national emblem is hung above the gate, and the four big words "Liaocheng Police Station" are brightly red under the national emblem. It looks particularly deterrent in the night.

The man widened the hinge of the hundred-page window and his eyes came over.

His eyes were white, but his pupils were as black as varnish, like obsidian sealed in ice, and were very strange.

"Modern monk..."

The white beads and black pupils' eyes were "rolling" and rotating.

From the perspective of these eyes, there are three bright and dazzling spots in the Liaocheng Police Station office building, namely blue, green and gray.

He stared at the gray light curiously, and his breath gradually became deeper and deeper: "Look at that, look at him and you..."

He didn't say anything more.

Because the sound that ordinary people could not hear seemed to be talking to him, his curiosity quickly cooled down, and the eyes that were mixed with white and black gradually turned into the dark brown color of ordinary people.

"You don't have to provoke me like this. I'm not so crazy."

His voice was extremely cold.

After speaking, his fingers loosened, and the hundred-page window closed with a "swish" and his voice seemed to have closed a certain emotion without a trace of ups and downs:

"I just want to say that this is an unexpected surprise. If there are police monks here, I will not attract attention even if it is more disturbing here. Don't think too much."

He said coldly, turned around and left the west window.
Chapter completed!