Knowing that Lin Chen was at the rest stop and couldn't run, Xing Conglian was not in a hurry.
He knew very well that, with the intelligence of his friend, he must have known that he had been exposed.
So it's really interesting to watch someone who's usually known for being calm and composed.
On Heping North Road, the traffic policeman in charge of the delusional small school bus turned into Changping Avenue from south to north.
When Xing Conglian arrived, the school bus driver was still entangled with the traffic police who stopped him.
"Master, you really did not violate the rules, but the police comrades want to ask you some questions." The traffic policeman stood by the school bus and patiently persuaded.
"The students are rushing to class!" The school bus driver patted the steering wheel,
Xing Conglian circled around the bright yellow school bus.
The students on the bus had already gotten off the bus for inspection. The boys and girls were wearing private school uniforms, standing on the side of the road in twos and threes.
The girls' sailor skirts were above the knees, and when the wind blew, their youthful legs were revealed; the boys were not at all arrogant, and although they were delayed, they waited quietly for inquiries.
"Fengjing School?" Xing Conglian's gaze fell on the school emblem pattern consisting of golden maple leaves and silver osmanthus branches on the left side of the school bus.
"The famous private school in the city offers courses from kindergarten to high school. The tuition is very expensive!" Wang Chao pointed to the little girl with a mushroom head on the roadside. The little girl was also wearing a navy blue school uniform and skirt, and was hugged by a tall boy. on.
"For such a young child, parents can rest assured to let her go to school by herself?" Xing Cong couldn't stop smacking his lips.
"In Fengjing, kindergarten children are picked up one-on-one by senior seniors and seniors. How can it be unsafe?" Hearing his question, the manager of the passenger transport company standing by the side couldn't help answering.
"Do you have children in Fengjing?"
"My youngest brother is in high school there."
"Rich people."
Hearing what he said, Yang Dianfeng looked at him meaningfully and smiled, but he just said: "After all, the quality of education is good, no matter how much money you spend, you should be able to spend more money. If Captain Xing also wants to send the children in, I can introduce you to the principal. ."
"Our criminal police are very poor and can't afford to pay school fees."
Xing Conglian was chatting with Yang Dianfeng like this, and suddenly, the police officer who was assisting the scene seemed to have dug out something from a girl's schoolbag.
"I don't know where it came from!" The female student clenched her bag tightly, but her words were calm.
The policeman sealed the items in the evidence bag and handed it to Xing Conglian.
Xing Conglian glanced at the contents in the bag, and walked up to the female student again: "Little sister..." As soon as he opened his mouth, Wang Chao kicked him from the side.
"This classmate, do you say this thing is not yours?" He quickly changed his tone and held up the evidence bag in front of the female student. Inside was the tablet computer that was taken away by the carjacker not long ago.
The girl nodded: "When I packed my schoolbag in the morning, I didn't have this thing."
"Then you never touched it?"
The girl's eyes were clear: "I think you can go and test your fingerprints."
"Makes sense." He touched the stubble on his chin.
"My school bag is always on my back today, unless someone put it in my bag when I walked from home to the bus stop, but that's not very likely." The girl glanced at her school bag , the above iron buckle is fastened firmly.
"Makes sense." He continued to touch his stubble, "What time did you leave the house?"
"7:35."
"Where do you live?"
"Ruoshui Street."
"Oh?" Xing Conglian looked at the girl, but didn't ask any other questions.
"Then uncle, can I go?" After that, the girl walked towards the school bus.
"Interesting." Xing Conglian looked at the ponytail girl's back and muttered to himself.
Chao Dynasty couldn't take it anymore: "Head, give me the tablet, hurry up and go to the rest station to find Achen, please!"
The captain of the criminal police, who was preparing to catch the turtle in the urn, would not care about his subordinates' pleas.
Looking at Xing Conglian's happy face, Wang Chao held his anger in his chest, but he could only resign himself to work.
He quickly connected the tablet to the computer and typed a dizzying pile of codes.
A complex red path was outlined on the map, showing the exact location the tablet passed by after it left the hijacked vehicle.
The cobweb-like road map was completely confusing, but Chao Dynasty seemed to suddenly realize something. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and entered two locations.
"Damn it..." Chao looked at his phone, and then looked at the route map on his computer, before subconsciously shouting at Xing Conglian, "Head, there's something wrong with the GPS of this computer, it's impossible!"
Hearing this, the general manager of Touran changed his face: "Mr. police officer, this on-board system is the latest equipment of our company, and there is no possibility of any problems!"
"Look, I just did a simple calculation with my mobile phone navigation. From the Shifang section of Hongjing Expressway to our current location, the total is 165 kilometers, and it takes more than two hours to drive." He said, pointing the mobile phone to Yang Dianfeng, Then he poked the time in the upper right corner of the phone, "But look at 8:00 now, it's only an hour and a half before the bus was hijacked, and his driving path is so complicated, how could it be possible in such a short time, from there come here."
"Maybe it's a shortcut. You analyze these paths, there should be clues?"
Wang Dynasty wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, Xing Conglian might have a point. So he called up a map around Hongjing City and began to study it seriously.
Xing Conglian looked at the entire map, the roads were densely packed, like blood vessels attached to the human body.
"The little sister said just now that she went out at 7:35. She is very sure that this tablet must not have been in her schoolbag before that, so you should focus on researching the magical period of 7:25-8:00. In the time, where did our lovely tablet pass, and how did it get to the little sister's schoolbag."
Dynasty's eyes lit up, he followed Xing Conglian's words and began to retrieve data, but soon, he became depressed.
"Manager Yang, to tell you the truth, there is still a problem with your system." The tech house looked frustrated, "Why doesn't your GPS positioning system have a "location-time" record."
"What do you mean?" Xing Conglian asked.
"It's your system that only records where the machine is and where it travels, but not when it passes through these places."
Yang Dianfeng spread his hands helplessly: "For us, GPS is just for us to control and monitor the driving path of the vehicle. I'm really sorry."
"That can only be combined with monitoring and investigation. I'll ask the school bus driver to get his daily driving map. You can compare it." Xing Conglian was also a little disappointed. He patted the dynasty on the shoulder, as if relieved.
"But it doesn't make any sense, boss!" Wang Chao rubbed his hands together, "Even if the comparison is made, what can you prove if you know how it got into the little sister's schoolbag?"
"Prove what?" Xing Conglian's tone was a little cold, "to prove that a criminal is capable of doing something that we usually can't do, to prove that we have been tricked by him, to prove that we still don't know his purpose, you still need What proof?"
After Xing Conglian finished speaking, he didn't even give him a look, and walked straight to the driver.
Looking at the back of his boss, Dynasty always felt that after the autumn full of rainstorms and blood, his captain seemed to be quietly undergoing some changes, but he couldn't tell, what was the difference.
"Captain Xing, please wait a moment."
Xing Conglian took two steps before he was stopped by Yang Dianfeng.
"I have the latest macro map here, in paper form." Yang Dianfeng ran into his car, took out a map from the storage box, trotted, and handed it to him, "You let him put it directly on the map. Draw it so you can see it more clearly.”
The school bus driver also seemed to notice that the captain of the criminal police had a bad face, so he cooperated unexpectedly. He marked the daily driving route on the Hongjing map, and also clearly marked each stop and drop point. Xing Conglian glanced at it. map, and then take the map back to the dynasty.
Dynasty compared the route on the map and compiled the driving route into the computer. A simple and clear yellow route map began to overlap with the red route recorded by the tablet's system.
"Damn it." Xing Conglian finally couldn't help it, and repeated what the dynasty said just now.
Because the earliest overlapping point of the two routes was at the entrance of Fengjing School, and after that, the red and yellow lines separated and overlapped many times, which was completely confusing.
"If there is a timeline, it will be very simple." Dynasty said depressedly.
"I'll go around this road." Xing Cong pointed to the school bus route.
"I'll go with you." Yang Dianfeng said with a smile.
Outside the car window, the road signs kept changing. Yang Dianfeng was sitting in the passenger seat. Seeing that Xing Conglian only glanced at the map, he didn't take a wrong turn.
"Captain Xing has a good memory." The handsome manager of the bus company leaned against the window, propped up his chin with one hand, and let the spring breeze blow his hair.
Xing Conglian took a cigarette and was too lazy to talk.
At the intersection very close to Fengjing School, Xing Conglian stopped the car. It was school time. The boys and girls got off at a place outside the intersection and walked into the school gate.
Yang Dianfeng walked down with him, and walked with him on the tree-lined road full of camphor.
Xing Conglian walked slowly, his hands in his pockets.
The slightly cold spring breeze and noisy words brushed past him, but he walked forward.
"What are you thinking about?" Yang Dianfeng finally couldn't help but ask.
"Once, a friend of mine told me that if you don't understand something, just feel it." Xing Conglian closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Then what did you feel?"
The police captain opened his eyes, but did not speak.