"We have never made an appointment to come to Vietnam before."

Zhou Luoyang suddenly felt something and said to Du Jing.

Du Jing bought juice in front of Tianhou Temple and bought a pack of local cigarettes for Zhou Luoyang. Zhou Luoyang hadn't smoked cigarettes for a long time, so he opened it and tried it, but it was not easy to smoke.

"That sugar looks good," said Zhou Luoyang, "the taste of the cigarette is not good."

Du Jing threw away the cigarette and bought him a bag of coffee candy.

“There is nothing to do in Ho Chi Minh City,” Du Jing replied casually, “most tourists go to Nha Trang.”

After arriving in Vietnam, Zhou Luoyang changed his clothes and put on tourist-style floral shirts, white shorts and sneakers. Without waiting for the result, he wandered around aimlessly. Most of the projects arranged by the tour group in Ho Chi Minh City were one-day tours, and they would go to popular areas such as Nha Trang the next day.

Today they are going to visit the Cultural Relics Protection Association in Ho Chi Minh City. Zhou Luoyang likes it very much, even if he walks in the streets and alleys to see the sycamore trees and buildings planted during the French colonial period.

"But I like it very much," said Zhou Luoyang, "because it has another name, called Saigon."

Du Jing said in a daze: "I know you and I will always remember you. At that time, you were still very young."

"You actually remember it!" Zhou Luoyang said.

"Of course," said Du Jing, "the first book I borrowed from you was "Lovers."

The two walked side by side, and Du Jing suddenly jumped up, picked a flower from the treetops above his head, and handed it to Zhou Luoyang. Zhou Luoyang took it and inserted it on the fence on the side of the road.

The Cultural Relics Protection Association is an official organization, supported by the Vietnamese government fund. Its office location is very small and it is a two-story building. After the last theft, I could see that there were temporary additional guard posts outside the door, but it was just a show.

Zhou Luoyang went in and greeted the association chairman and exchanged a few greetings. The other party had already received news from Chen Biaojin in advance. He had a heavy English accent, and what he said over and over again was nothing more than cultural relics protection. Chen Biaojin was still in Hong Kong and had not come back.

When Zhou Luoyang said goodbye and left, he stood in the lobby on the first floor of the association and glanced at the exhibitions and decorations in the association.

"Are these antiques valuable?" Du Jing asked.

"Priceful," Zhou Luoyang replied, "but it's just so casual, locked in the lobby of the association, full of dust. No wonder he was transferred to the bag. Huang Ting should come and investigate."

Du Jing took out his cell phone and took a few photos. No staff stopped them for a while. However, just as he left the association and walked through a sunny alley, Zhou Luoyang suddenly moved Du Jing and signaled him to see.

Du Jing turned his head and glanced at Zhou Luoyang immediately, pressed him to one side of the wall, supported one hand on the wall in a wall-to-back posture, and put the other hand in his shorts pocket.

Behind it was a shabby van. The driver was standing outside the car smoking cigarettes. He looked into the alley inadvertently, but what he saw was Du Jing blocking Zhou Luoyang's back.

The scene looked like an ordinary couple who could be seen everywhere in Saigon.

The driver didn't look much, as if he felt the danger from his intuition, spit out half of the cigarette butt, got in the car and left.

Du Jing took out his cell phone from his pocket, and didn't even look at it. He poked out of the alley and took a photo. When he took it back, he looked at the license plate on the photo.

"Why do I feel like I've seen that car somewhere?" Zhou Luoyang said.

Maybe outside the Tianhou Temple, or in the Mali Aman Temple, the local black cars that recruit tourists all look similar, with shabby and dirty bodies, and mottled advertisements on the outside.

"You have a good look," Du Jing looked at Zhou Luoyang coldly and said, "It's indeed one of them."

"Do you remember it all?" Zhou Luoyang said.

"Basically." Du Jing called Zhuang Li's phone number and sent the photo over, saying, "Look at where this car is going."

Zhou Luoyang took a purely accidental glance but found a crucial clue. The van did not go to attract tourists and parked outside the Cultural Relics Protection Association, which seemed a bit suspicious. There were no attractions nearby, so what did it do here?

Zhuang Li found the corresponding tracker and said: "S3a201 license plate, there is no passenger carrying today. Leave your location and head towards the Taodie District."

"Continue tracking." Du Jing ordered, hung up the phone, found a cafe on the way, sat down with Zhou Luoyang, started lunch, ordered a cup of white coffee.

"The scenery here is so beautiful," said Zhou Luoyang, "It didn't rain today."

"Is the scenery so beautiful?" Du Jing said.

Zhou Luoyang was eating spring rolls, shifting his eyes to Du Jing's face, staring at him for dinner.

"What are you always watching me do?" Du Jing said again.

"Then where do you ask me to see?" Zhou Luoyang said, "Do you look at the ceiling? Are you still staring at me?"

Since getting off the plane, Zhou Luoyang has been thinking about Huang Ting's words, his relationship with Du Jing, and how far they will go.

When they were together, both sides rarely used their mobile phones unless they were necessary, either talking or looking at the scenery. Zhou Luoyang was also a little strange. Every time he was with Du Jing, his mobile phone disease would naturally be cured and the environment would be quiet.

"I want to requisition your cell phone." Du Jing said.

"Please, boss," said Zhou Luoyang.

Du Jing took Zhou Luoyang's cell phone, pondered for a moment, entered a few numbers casually, and successfully unlocked it.

"It's still the same password." Du Jing said.

"I'm used to using passwords," Zhou Luoyang replied, "I'm too lazy to change them. What are you going to do?"

"Look at Mr. Lu's circle of friends." Du Jing said.

"What Lu?" Zhou Luoyang said.

"Lu Zhongyu," Du Jing said, "your admirer."

Zhou Luoyang said laughing and crying: "Don't joke around."

If Du Jing hadn't mentioned it, Zhou Luoyang would have almost forgotten this person. At this moment, he said, "Didn't you add him too?"

"He blocked me." Du Jing said casually, clicked on Lu Zhongyu's chat interface, and saw the chat records between Zhou Luoyang and Lu Zhongyu the last time.

【Do you like Groot?】

【Yes, I like him.】

[But I feel that you don’t like him very much. You are quite cold in the secret room and ignore him, not like you pretend to be.]

[We are not together, which does not mean that I don’t like him. Let me tell you the truth, I like him, he doesn’t like me.]

【Why do I feel like it's reversed?】

【Whatever you think.】

Du Jing raised his head from the screen of his mobile phone and looked at Zhou Luoyang, with a deep and complex look.

Zhou Luoyang was bathed in the sunlight cast from the floor-to-ceiling window, under the dense leaves of the sycamore trees, the sun shadow was like lingering stars under the wind, his hair, his eyelashes, his clear eyes, handsome and with a little melancholy expression, covered with a layer of fluffy light.

Zhou Luoyang: "?"

Du Jing suddenly said, "Are you a little depressed by me?"

Zhou Luoyang looked at him strangely and said, "No, why do you say that?"

He took a sip of white coffee, and his melancholy expression turned into confusion and confusion, and then he laughed.

"You rarely had this expression before." Du Jing held his cell phone, his lips moved slightly, as if trying to hide something. His speech speed became much faster, and he said, "Did I always make you feel overwhelmed?"

Zhou Luoyang replied: "No, really not, I just... just..."

"Just what?" Du Jing frowned slightly, and his big hand holding the phone was shaking a little.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Luoyang noticed Du Jing's abnormality and said, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"No." Du Jing came to his senses and replied unnaturally, "Just what? Tell me!"

"Hey," Zhou Luoyang said, "Boss? Are you okay?"

Zhou Luoyang kicked him gently under the table, and Du Jing's expression returned to normal. He shook his head, as if he wanted to abandon a certain idea from his mind.

He stroked and pressed his thumb and deleted all the conversations between Zhou Luoyang and Lu Zhongyu.

Zhou Luoyang: "???"

Then Du Jingdian opened Lu Zhongyu's circle of friends, and Zhou Luoyang felt that Du Jing might be about to change his stage again.

But he didn't say anything, so as not to cause psychological hints to Du Jing. He stretched his neck and saw Lu Zhongyu's condition.

"He is here too!" Zhou Luoyang said in surprise.

In Lu Zhongyu's circle of friends, there is a view of Ho Chi Minh City, and there is also a positioning below.

Du Jing suppressed his annoyance and said, "It's very efficient."

Zhou Luoyang couldn't believe it: "He brought the little priest here? I didn't add the victim's WeChat, I would have known..."

"What?" Du Jing said in confusion, "Victim?"

Zhou Luoyang looked at Du Jing, and Du Jing explained: "He is the victim."

Zhou Luoyang: "!!!"

Only then did Zhou Luoyang realize that he had been making mistakes!

"Then...who will the person who abducted him?" Zhou Luoyang said, "Isn't that kid playing e-sports? Why..."

"He is from Vietnam, his mother is from Vietnam, and his father is from Chinese." Du Jing said, "Didn't you read the investigation information that Zhuang Li took out? It's on the table."

"I..." Zhou Luoyang really didn't see it. After all, he didn't want to know too much about Du Jing, especially in front of Zhuang Li, so as not to make them embarrassed.

Next week, Luoyang understood everything - the real target victim should be Lu Zhongyu, and the child pretending to be a priest was sent by the trafficker sent from Vietnam to lure him into the bait!

"He will rest in the hotel for an afternoon," Du Jing said. "It's still time to visit the city and be taken away again tomorrow."

Just at this moment, Zhuang Li called and said, "Brother Jing, the car drove to an address in Taodie District. This address does not have a clear Google location. It is a rubber processing factory site."

Du Jing wore headphones, and before he could order, Zhuang Li said, "I also found another clue, Brother Jing. There are three cars in total, and these three cars are in Tianhou Temple, Triangle Prefecture, and Mali Aman Temple. They have been to this place. It is twenty-two kilometers away from the driver's house. This place is not a car repair shop. I suspect this is their transit station."
To be continued...