Ren Xian didn't know why anyone in the world could switch their minds so quickly.
In short, one second after Chen's surname left, the police officer who had been in control of the situation turned his attention to him.
Ren Xian was very reluctant to admit it, but at the moment when the pair of green eyes swept towards him, he felt trembling all over.
"This, according to regulations, cannot be disclosed." He replied under great pressure.
Xing Conglian was not prepared to accept such procedural prevarication. Unlike Fang Cai's modest and polite victim, at this moment, he suddenly became strong and cold.
"I think the team leader should know that if it weren't for my friend who happened to have such a little hobby, I'm afraid I'll be in the interrogation room of the Yongchuan branch, accepting your 48-hour interrogation, and then I will hide Drug offenses, lost my badge, and breadwinner."
After Xing Conglian finished speaking, he spoke very slowly, with a strong sense of threat. After he finished speaking, he paused for a while, as if giving Ren Xian enough time to think.
Ren Xian felt that he was the one who was sitting in the cold and narrow concrete room and was forced to tell some secrets. Even though there were two groups of special police officers under him sitting behind him, he had no sense of security.
Although he was serving as the background board from beginning to end, in fact, when he sat in front of this long desk, he had already begun to constantly think and judge the situation. For example, what happened to the drug possession case today? What's going on, ICPO is completely used as a tool for frame-up, or is there something else inside
However, as the incident progressed, he gradually realized that the muddy water he waded into today was far deeper than what he had seen in the past. If time could be reversed, Ning Yuan himself did not see the picture of the scene that was transmitted. trouble.
But where does time go backwards
Ren Xian raised his head and suddenly noticed the simple surveillance camera stuck to the wall with plastic tape, like the eyes of a beast, recording everything that happened in the room.
Cameras, signal blocking equipment... He seemed to understand something.
"Actually, it was because of a clue."
"What clue?" Xing Conglian leaned forward slightly, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
"About a transnational drug case."
Ren Xian brushed the black hair on his forehead. His hair was not long, but the roots were wet, and some sweat was drawn out. He looked like he was finally unable to resist the pressure and was ready to explain the facts.
He turned his head, looked at the team members who had been sitting quietly in the corner behind him, and said, "You guys go and wait for me in the car."
This is a letter that obviously wants to talk about important matters. The SWAT team members on the ground looked at each other in dismay. It seemed that they didn't know why their BOSS chose to violate the regulations and cooperate with these people.
However, an order is an order, and they stand up one by one, ready to go out, go to the car and wait for a while.
Just as the person walking in the front pushed open the door of the conference room, Xing Conglian suddenly opened his mouth.
"We will be over soon, the conference room downstairs seems to be empty, you can go there to rest."
He raised his head, and a smile appeared on his originally stern face, which seemed polite and sincere.
The yawning police officers of the Second Bureau at the door of the conference room heard this, and their eyes suddenly lit up. They stretched out their hands and bowed slightly, as if to lead the way.
Looking at those backs, Lin Chen counted silently in his heart. These special police officers who left temporarily were already the fifth group of people who walked out of this conference room today.
Seeing the door closed, Xing Conglian was like a ball that was suddenly deflated, or a young man who finally ended the banquet, suddenly relaxed, he no longer sat upright and rigorous, but lazily took out a cigarette , lit it without hesitation, and after the flames flickered, he took a deep breath and tilted his head.
As if he got a signal, he stood up like a boneless man. He stretched his arms, climbed into the chair, and took off the surveillance camera on the wall.
Xing Conglian took another cigarette from the cigarette case and threw it in front of Ren Xian along with the lighter.
Ren Xian knew that he could not refuse.
When the smoke rose, he suddenly realized that the really secret but most important topic today was finally about to begin.
"Does this case of possession of drugs have anything to do with Fang Zhiming?"
It was as if someone had fired a shot in his ear, Ren Xian felt a buzzing sound in his ears for a moment, and his mind became a mess. When he lost some ability to think, his emotions would prevail, and he quickly became angry. But when he got nervous, his conditioned reflex was fast. He quickly drew his gun and aimed at the man across the long table: "Why do you know?"
Xing Conglian was still smoking and had no intention of surrendering: "Tell me your reaction, it's really related."
Ren Xian's brain was thinking fast. The dossier should be top secret. Even with the authority above the director level, it could not be accessed. Every unfinished extra-large case had its own internal encryption method, and it was impossible for outsiders to crack it. What's the matter? Many possibilities went round in his mind, and he suddenly saw the young man drinking water in the corner, as if he was calm after understanding everything.
Wang Chao was furious at the sight, and couldn't help shouting: "Look at me, am I the kind of person who breaks the law when I'm not in a bad mood, and invades the backstage of other people's systems when I'm in a bad mood?"
"Answer my question." Ren Xian still held his gun, insisting.
"Hey, why are you so nervous... It's no wonder that when you see a little clue, you get mad, and you can tell the truth when you get it off." Comrade Wang Chao didn't mean to pull the boss at all, and he continued to stimulate the serious crime team. long.
"Small clue?" Ren Xian's voice was cold, like a piece of ice that had been smashed into pieces. He glanced at Chao Dynasty and couldn't help shrinking his neck.
"I've been waiting for this clue for three hundred and twenty-six days."
"It's only eleven months." Dynasty casually dismissed it.
At this moment, he felt Lin Chen pat the back of his hand and said, "Three hundred and twenty-six days ago was May 11 last year."
On May 11 last year, a fully loaded bus crashed into the Yongchuan River, including a narcotics police officer named Fang Zhiming.
Dynasty soon realized that it was about death and revenge again, and he shrank his neck and said sincerely, "I'm sorry."
Ren Xian maintained the action of preparing to shoot, but everyone on the scene knew that he could not pull the trigger at all. He felt that everything that happened today was very ridiculous. He went out in the morning, bought a cup of coffee downstairs in the office as usual, and then went up Lou, continued the analysis of the dossier in the dark, like many stories of long and hopeless but suddenly encountering the blessing of the god of fate. When it was noon, he saw the alarm sounded.
It was not an alarm that terrorists had invaded the Yongchuan branch of Interpol, but a red dot in the lower right corner of his computer began to flash, which meant that the interception network they had set up had intercepted some important information.
And the so-called important information is actually just a mobile phone photo with not too high pixels. The photo is of the suite of the most luxurious hotel in Yongchuan. Under the large snow-white bedding, there are scattered dark green cannabis leaves, just as he thought This was just another silhouette of the promiscuous life of those rich young masters, when he suddenly saw a colorful packaging bag. The packaging bag was disguised as a brand of milk tea that could go around the world, except that the lettering was blurred and had the clumsy plastic texture of an underground factory.
When he saw only the packaging bag, Ren Xian shuddered with excitement. The subsequent plot was like a police and bandit movie that can be seen everywhere. He mobilized his subordinates and was determined not to let such clues slip away again. The work of arrest and search, however, the cop film turned into a vulgar comedy. After that, he saw the indiscriminate frame-up, stupid and irresistible chess pieces, and the uninteresting battle of the giants, all of which made him dizzy Sleep, until the moment just now, the plot suddenly jumped back to the main line again, and moved forward extremely quickly in an unpredictable way.
In fact, if time permits, Ren Xian will find out that the few people sitting in front of him saved the life of one of his colleagues' precious daughters not long ago. Although, for the original intention of some protection, the truth of what happened in the reeds was sealed up in a decent manner, but there is really no airtight wall in the world, and he has actually filled out those who read documents. The report is submitted to the local police in Hongjing, and he can get all the details about the whole hijacking case only after the approval.
It's just that everything is just right, and it's not too late.
Such a wonderful arrangement, of course, does not necessarily come from the hand of fate.
Xing Conglian is very clear about this: "The case we are investigating happens to be related to Fang Zhiming's case, and it has a little implication." He finally finished smoking the whole cigarette, and it seemed that he had finished thinking for a long time, and finally decided to give it to him. The serious crime team leader who was trapped in the realm of beasts, a ray of vitality, "In the case we are investigating, there is a deceased person who was once the witness and only survivor of a jewelry robbery. Her name is Cheng Weiwei."
"Then what?" Interpol's major crime team leader, who had not seen the file, was a little dazed. The deceased was an eyewitness, a jewelry robbery case, and a drug case. These elements seemed a little too messy.
"You see, the story is connected by people. In the robbery case Cheng Weiwei experienced, the criminals used some methods, which are exactly the same as the methods used to murder Fang Zhiming."
Ren Xian's brows finally furrowed, his body holding the gun relaxed, he put the gun back in the holster, the cigarette was pitifully thrown on the ground by him, he bent down, picked up the cigarette butt, like Like a desolate homeless man, lit the cigarette again.
"Fang Zhiming is an undercover police officer under my command. A year ago, his participation in the investigation finally made progress. Then, because of his identity exposure, he was forced to terminate his mission and return to China."
"Fang Zhiming's undercover location is not in the territory?"
"Yes."
Ren Xian was holding a cigarette. He and Xing Conglian knew very well that what they exchanged was not intelligence, but trust.
Xing Conglian nodded and said, "I don't care about the details of the case, I just suspect a little bit, from Zheng Dongdong's framing to your reaction to arrest, the reaction time here is less than an hour and a half, and it is impossible for Zheng Dongdong to report it directly to the international community. Interpol, he doesn't have this way either, your reaction speed is too fast, so what is it that makes you so nervous?"
Xing Conglian's words completely turned Ren Xian's face down. Yes, a dark case is always dark. If a light suddenly appears, the first thing you should do is to hide and study carefully what the light is.
Ren Xian took a deep breath and replied, "During the mission, he sent back some photos of the inside of the drug factory, and there are some product packaging bags, which are exactly the same as the marijuana packaging bags found in your bedroom."