Before long, Tan Jiao and other brothers all rushed over. We guarded this alley for nearly twenty minutes, but still didn't find anything.

  "What's wrong, Brother?" a friend asked.

  "I said: 'You all go back first, help me send Tan Jiao home, thank you very much today.'"

  Several friends looked at each other in dismay, they only knew that the little brat had bullied Wu Miao, and for a moment, they didn't seem to know what to say.

  Tan Jiao also ran so fast that she was about to collapse, leaning against the wall and panting for a long time, grabbing my hand and saying: "You can't stay here alone."

  "I said: 'Listen, I have boundaries.'"

  I already knew that wanting to catch him on the spot today was hopeless. But I really couldn't bear to give up like this. As long as he's still in this alley, he'll have to come out eventually, he'll have to leave.

  "Then I'll go with you, wherever you go," said Tan Jiao.

  I didn't say anything.

  Just then, a man emerged from the bar in front of us.

  He was about 1.73 or 1.74 meters tall, of medium build, dressed differently from the other person, in a white dress shirt and western-style pants, looking very neat and eye-catching. His collar was slightly open, with a clear and elegant appearance. His face was slightly red, with a faintly drunken look.

  I walked towards him.

  He seemed unaware of me and walked straight towards another intersection. I walked up to him, with the other brothers and Tan Jiaoquan following behind me.

  "Brother is here." A friend called me softly.

  I remain silent.

  The man had a calm face and his footsteps were still a bit staggering from drunkenness as he walked past us on the stone path.

  I subconsciously shifted my body and completely blocked Tang Jiao behind me.

  He let out a belch, glanced at us with an air of complete indifference, and continued walking forward.

  I now have eyes like an eagle.

  In that fleeting moment when our bodies passed each other, I saw the sweat on his hair tips that hadn't dried yet, and a faint smile slowly emerging from his lowered chin.

  What's different about the man who just passed by with a fishing hat covering his face?

  I suddenly felt like something inside me was going to explode. I grabbed his collar, slammed him against the wall and stared at him fiercely. Our friends all rushed over.

  He looked at me.

  The smile in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by indifference.

  "Is it you?" I said. Fists were already clenched and ready to strike.

  "What did you say?" he said slowly, "I didn't understand. Let go."

  My eyes were burning like fire. He looked just an ordinary man, with an ordinary face and tone. Including at this moment, facing my difficulty, he even showed no resistance.

  Is it him? Is he the one who killed my sister in the future?

  "You can't run away now." I said coldly.

  His expression slowly turned icy: "What are you talking about, sir? Let me go."

  I sneered coldly. But a friend behind me suddenly shouted, "What are you waiting for? Beat him up!" They rushed forward, regardless of anything, and beat the man to the ground. He only weakly resisted a few times, looking completely incapable of fighting back.

  I took a few steps back, Tan Jiao looked at me with great concern, I said: "Jiao Jiao, call the police."

  ——

  However, what happened in the police station over the next few days was completely beyond my expectation.

  The police officer in charge of the case, surnamed Ding, is a man in his 40s, of medium build, always wearing a leather jacket, with a square face and deep forehead, looking old. Actually, Old Ding was an acquaintance of mine from the past. I had seen him many times before, tormented by this case, looking depressed. But now, to him, I am still a stranger.