El rocío en la ventana se condensaba en nieve cristalina a medida que caía la noche.En su subconsciente, Fei Du no sabía si estaba soñando o despierto.
Aún medio adormilado, sintió un golpe y abrió los ojos para encontrarse con la mirada fija de Luo Wenzhou.—¿Cómo duermes?—le preguntó Luo Wenzhou sin darle tiempo a responder—.
Volveré a trabajar mañana, así que descansa bien.Fei Du apenas había empezado a protestar cuando una nueva oleada de sueño lo venció y cayó en la inconsciencia.Parecía escuchar música clásica.
Una mujer delgada, con aspecto agotado, se sentaba al otro lado de un ventanal brillante, su figura reflejada por la luz de los rayos solares.
Suavemente tocando el piano, intentando tocar una melodía que parecía lejana.El día siguiente...
La gran patrulla de Luo Wenzhou no decepcionó y terminó tarde, como siempre.
"¡Me he quedado dormido!—dijo Fei Du mientras recogía al alcoholizado Rojo del Llanto—.
¡Hasta olvidé apagar el despertador!"Luo Wenzhou ya había limpiado y llevado a Rojo del Llanto de vuelta, pasando una toalla húmeda por su piso y sus patas sucias.
Estaba listo para ir al trabajo, pero no antes de cuestionar el plan de la noche anterior.—¿No te habías prometido que descansarías?—le dijo Fei Du con ironía mientras revisaba su teléfono.Luo Wenzhou soltó un dedo entre sus dientes.Fei Du se rió a expensas del otro y luego, sin más, se sentó en el asiento del copiloto para que Luo Wenzhou lo llevara al trabajo.
"Recordé algo...
la última vez que activamos el 'Plan Fotográfico' fue hace trece años, justo después de que Gu Zhao tuviera problemas.
¿Estará relacionado con eso?"—Sí, probablemente —dijo Fei Du mientras recogía un último rollito de huevo y lo metía en la boca—.
Si Xiang Haiyang dice la verdad, y si Gu Zhao realmente estaba investigando a Lu Guosheng, podría ser que él hubiera descubierto algo más allá del problema de Lu Guosheng.
Ese 'Museo de La Floresta' puede haber sido un lugar secreto.—Eso es cierto...
—dijo Luo Wenzhou pensativo por unos momentos antes de continuar—.
Solo me pregunto si realmente hubo una conexión.“Hmm?”— “Except for some very special cases, we usually need at least another colleague to accompany us when investigating and gathering evidence.
It's neither related to internal personnel nor confidential, so there's nothing that can't be investigated openly.
If Gu Zhao was framed, why would he be the one singled out to suffer this injustice?”— “Did you tell anyone before going to Lou Fujing?Or did he actually inform someone, but they betrayed him?”Luo Wenzhou’s eyes flickered with a momentary gloom as he changed his tone.
He then asked: "I haven't asked yet, how did you manage to intercept Xiao Haiyang yesterday?"“Didn’t I block him?His waist had a keychain, and the sound of his footsteps was different from others.
When I was about to leave, I heard him walking by just as your short meeting began.
He came in waving off water droplets from his hands, which shouldn't happen if he were so young that he needed to urinate frequently.
At that moment, no one else was around, and something seemed amiss, so I decided to hide for a bit near the place where cleaning supplies are kept.”“Near the place where cleaning supplies are kept?” Luo Wenzhou was surprised—no wonder Xiao Haiyang hadn't noticed anything.
“Then how did you know his screen lock number?”“I guessed it.
Someone once used his office computer, and he set the password as such,” Fei Du said carelessly.
“Xiao Haiyang is a man with strong sense of mission and conviction, usually using a special number as his password—usually just one combination.
Tao Ran’s was relatively simple;I guess his password would be a mix of his birthday, name or phone number.
Lang Qiao separates work from personal life, so the passwords for her office computer and work account are probably related to the office room number or police badge number, possibly both.”Luo Wenzhou asked curiously: “So you guessed what my salary card password is…
Why are you laughing?”Fei Du glanced at him.
"Why would I guess a bookmark’s password?"Luo Wenzhou: "..."He felt inexplicably like he was waking up to find his treatment had regressed to how it used to be!That thug who always insulted him with phrases like “sunset,” “better selling oil cakes,” and “grandpa” had been absent for a long time, only to resurface silently!Indeed, sweet talk and considerate behavior were all pretense—just to get at his body.The entire city was in the mood for the new year, with merchants competing to promote their goods.