The three of them had the same car accident, and Yang Guangzhu and Boss Song both had mild concussions. If the scar on Yang Guangzhu's eyebrows were left in the car accident, what about Boss Song? Will he also leave scars in the same position?

Wu Cuo couldn't wait to drive to the community where Song Xiaoer worked again.

Song Xiaoer was huddling in the chair in the duty room at the entrance of the community. He was on another night shift. There was a layer of oil on his face and the smell of smoke all over his body. Wu Cuo believed that if he spoke at this moment, the smell of smoke would have been even heavier.

But he didn't look too tired and even hummed a thrilling song.

He obviously didn't expect Wu Cuo to come back so soon, and he couldn't hide the look of surprise on his face for a while, and his eyes secretly looked in a certain direction outside the window.

"Wu...Police Wu? Are you looking for me?"

"Yes, I'm here to find you. I want to see your brother's photos."

"What?"

"You must have saved your brother's photos, right?"

When talking, Wu Cuo was always observing Song Xiaoer.

Therefore, although Song Xiaoer tried his best to hide his terrified expression, he still could not escape Wu Cuo's eyes.

He glanced at the direction he had just looked at again, "What do you... want my brother's photo?"

"It's nothing," Wu Cuo said: "I saw your brother's case and found some suspicious points. It may be helpful for solving the case, but I need a photo to confirm my thoughts."

"This... you are a policeman in Beijing, and my brother's case is not here..."

"Don't you want us to invest more police force in your brother's case? How many families of victims can't afford it?"

"No, no, no, I don't mean that, I want to..."

"Then let me see your brother's photo." Wu Cuo interrupted Song Xiaoer.

"No, when I came to Beijing, I didn't bring his photos and didn't save them on my phone."

"Then I can only contact the local public security bureau where the incident happened. Can I find your brother's photo at your house?"

"My family... don't have it either!" Song Xiaoer licked his lips, "I have all dealt with my brother's relics."

"deal with?"

Since Wu Cuo appeared, Song Xiaoer has never seen him. The dodging look shows that he has hidden a secret.

At this moment, Song Xiaoer was staring at his hands that were holding each other.

"I... burned, my brother's stuff was burned," he rubbed his hands twice and continued, "I think he should be able to use it there, so he burned it all."

"Even the photos are burned? Don't leave any thoughts?" Wu Cuo pressed step by step.

"I... I killed my brother. If I listened to him and didn't become the gangster leader, I wouldn't offend Du Youzhi, and my brother wouldn't be killed by him!

Do you understand the feeling of guilt? When you wake up, you are full of regret. After finally falling asleep, you will be in the dream like the dead.

I want to forget! Only if I forget can I start over, so… I burned all the old things, including my brother’s photos.”

"I understand, understand." Wu Cuo nodded.

He said this, but he had a different idea in his mind.

Understand the yarn!

"Then... are there any photos of your brother in Yang Guangzhu? You can't even leave your brother's relics, right?"

"Relics... My brother's trophy and certificate of the competition were left behind, but the photos... Brother Yang probably didn't have them either. My brother rarely took photos with his mobile phone, and he left few photos."

Wu Cuo nodded and pondered for a moment: "Okay, if the case progresses, I might come to you."

"Anytime, anytime! Please trouble you!"

Seeing that Wu Cuo wanted to leave, Song Xiaoer breathed a sigh of relief and his slightly frowned eyebrows also stretched.

"By the way." Wu Cuo, who had just taken a step, turned around, and Song Xiaoer's expression that had just relaxed was frozen again.

"What else do you have?" Song Xiaoer tried hard to look patient.

"Does your brother have a scar here?" Wu Cuo pointed at the tip of his eyebrows.

"This...is a wound...what happened? Police officer, have you found something?"

"nothing."

Wu Cuo did not return to the city hall, but drove around and parked the car at a hidden corner in the next community.

You can see Song Xiaoer's every move here.

After parking the car, Wu mis-dial call from Jin Ziduo.

"Team leader, where are you? What tasks are you doing today?"

Jin Ziduo has already regarded himself as a member of the serious crime group and is very energetic to help Wu Cuo find clues.

"Super the phones of Song Xiaoer and Yang Guangzhu. From now on, I want to know every call, every text message, and every social software message of these two people!"

"Don't worry! I'm monitoring." As soon as Jin Ziduo finished speaking, Wu Cuo saw Song Xiaoer in the duty room not far away sticking his phone in his ear.

At the same time, Jinzida also said: "There is a situation!"

After hearing Jinziduo operated it, Wu Cuo heard the content of Song Xiaoer's call through the receiver of his mobile phone.

The phone call was called to Yang Guangzhu, and Song Xiaoer's tone sounded very nervous.

Song Xiaoer: Brother Yang, they seem to have discovered it!

Yang Guangzhu: Don’t be anxious, just talk slowly.

Song Xiaoer: The policeman came to ask for photos of my brother! Did they find something?

Yang Guangzhu was silent for a while: It shouldn't be...

Silence again.

Song Xiaoer said: When he asked about the scar on my brother's eyebrows, I always feel something is wrong.

Yang Guangzhu: That matter... there should be no loopholes. We have been thinking about it for so long... Are you sure everything related to your brother has been destroyed? Are there any omissions?

Song Xiaoer: Absolutely not!...Brother Yang, why don’t I go? If I leave, you can live a normal life...

Yang Guangzhu: It’s not the time to mention this. I have put in such a lot of effort. I must save you... Don’t say it on the phone, I’ll go find you now.

Song Xiaoer: OK, come quickly.

It seems that the two are quite cautious.

"Team leader, do I need to go over and support you?" Jinziduo asked.

"No, you stay at the city hall and keep a close eye on the phones of the two of you, so that Xiaobai and Minghui can support me!"

Xiaobai and Minghui arrived before Yang Guangzhu, and they got into the car and met with Wu Cuo.

"Team leader, what did you find?" Xiaobai asked.

"Look." Wu Cuo pointed to the direction where Song Xiaoer was.

Yang Guangzhu arrived on a dilapidated bicycle. As soon as he arrived, Song Xiaoer came out of the duty room in three steps and two steps.

The two of them talked a few words with a serious expression.

Song Xiaoer seemed to want to convince Yang Guangzhu, and Yang Guangzhu kept shaking his head and wavering his hand.

"Can you monitor?" Minghui asked.

Wu Cuo shook his head, "The distance is too far, and the monitoring device cannot be received,"

A few minutes later, the two parted ways, and it was unknown whether Song Xiaoer finally convinced Yang Guangzhu.

"You two continue to stare at Song Xiaoer. I'll go and Yang Guangzhu. Pay attention to everyone that Song Xiaoer has come into contact with, especially those with similar appearance and body shape to him!"
Chapter completed!