One night when the fog was thick, the old policeman Song Sa was suddenly attacked on his way home.
Song Sa was powerless to resist and quickly disarmed. In fact, when he was young, he was also able to fight, but in the past two years, it became more and more obvious, and his skills were far less sharp than before. The person who came didn't seem to be malicious, he let go of the other's hand, took off the fake beard stuck on his face, and gave the old policeman a slight hook: "You are old."
"Xie Lanshan?" Recognizing the fancy and sentimental face in front of him, Songsa was greatly surprised. In the news just broadcast, he named him as the suspect who killed Jinya. He didn't expect Xie Lanshan to dare to come at this time. find him.
Remembering the old friendship, Song Sa told the other party that their director Kang Tai believed that he killed Jin Ya and had informed his leadership in China of the news.
He was wronged everywhere he went. Xie Lanshan wanted to laugh. He said without hesitation, "I didn't kill anyone. If your director insists that I killed someone, either he is too incompetent, or he has a ghost in his heart."
Xie Lanshan ventured to find Songsa. Originally, he wanted the other party to go back and report to the leader, and Lanhu and the Thai police would attack Zhong Zhuohai's mansion to save people. But just now he complained casually, and when he thought about it, he felt suspicious.
There might be a ghost in the police station.
Song Sa froze and did not comment on Xie Lanshan's speculation. Xie Lanshan saw that the other party did not trust him, and decided to break the deadlock bluntly. He asked, "Do you really think I am the murderer?"
"If the object of suspicion is changed to the former you, I definitely don't believe it," Song Sa looked straight at Xie Lanshan, discerning the slight changes between the similar eyebrows, and he sighed, "But now you ... I can't tell."
This old policeman has rich experience in solving cases and his eyes are shining. Of course, he couldn't imagine the intricacies behind it. He just instinctively felt that Xie Lanshan in front of him and the undercover policeman he knew back then were not the same person at all.
"Because of an old grudge that I can't forgive, I beat him, or more precisely, I tortured him." Xie Lanshan's eyes seemed to be damp, and there was a risk of mildew at any time. Han Yin stared at each other and repeated word by word, "But I didn't kill anyone."
The two stared at each other silently for a long time, and Songsa finally released her doubts and said, "Okay, I believe in you, why are you coming to see me tonight?"
It is expected that a wealthy businessman like Zhong Zhuohai will not have only one property, Xie Lanshan asked: "Do you know where Zhong Zhuohai lives recently?"
Even if one of the investors of SIN HOUSE was found to be Zhong Zhuohai, the police did not find out that there was nothing wrong with a businessman, who also donated money to school, and helped the needy. Song Sa didn't understand Xie Lanshan's question, and after thinking for a while, he replied, "Zhong Zhuohai attended an Asian Fortune Forum and came back on his private jet tonight."
Xie Lanshan sank his face and said solemnly: "I have two requests, first, please help me find out where Zhong Zhuohai lives after he comes back, and tell me and the Blue Fox team the address, but don't tell you guys in the bureau. , no matter who it is, including your partner, Officer Kang Xin."
Xie Lanshan couldn't confirm how much Chi Jin and Lingyun trusted Songsa, so he left them a handwritten note. He asked Songsa to borrow a pen and paper and briefly wrote down the cause and effect.
He also thought that these two might not recognize his handwriting, so he also drew a blue fox team logo at the sign. Painting is an art, and Xie Lanshan undoubtedly lacks the artistic cells in this area. The fox on the paper can be recognized. This made him think of Shen Liufei again, followed by a dull pain in his heart.
Not knowing where the other party is now, he thought optimistically, if Shen Liufei was as persistent in tracking down Tang Xiaomo's whereabouts as he was, maybe they would meet soon.
However, he quickly and pessimistically remembered that nightmare. The image of Shen Liufei being pierced by a bullet pierced his heart lingering in front of his eyes. His heart skipped a beat, and he was unwilling to take the slightest risk of losing him.
So he made his second request to the old policeman: "Second, get me a gun."
Within two days, A Liang was given a task and asked them to send someone to escort the slave worker numbered 49 to a place.
Shen Liufei secretly instructed Wen Jue to exchange identities with slave worker No. 49, and offered to let him complete the task.
Coincidentally, No. 49 was the boy who had received half a cookie from him.
The problem of human trafficking is rampant in Southeast Asia. In addition to slave labor, some of the trafficked people will become donors for organ sales on the black market. So being sent away is not something to be happy about. Every slave worker here knows that there is no return on this trip. What awaits them must be a more tragic end. The boy was favored, so he quietly tugged at Wen Jue's sleeve and shook his head at him.
According to Wenjue's original temperament, he must be crying and refusing to go to danger, but perhaps Shen Liufei and his former best friend are too similar to him, and he has no reason to trust him. Followed all orders.
Or maybe it was the suffering in this world that touched him greatly. Wen Jue didn't expect that such a child would repay his gratitude. He held the hand that tugged at his sleeve and smiled at him again.
Ah Liang and the others had just taken the medicine and were playing gambling again. They were so excited that they would stop abruptly and go to the drudgery of arresting people on the road. Shen Liufei volunteered, and they could not ask for anything. A Liang sat still, then confessed a few words, and asked Shen Liufei to bring some good wine back on the way back.
Shen Liufei had a bottom line in his chest, he had expected these people to be lazy, and with a faint answer, he pushed Wen Jue on the road.
The original plan was for him to send people away, and when they got out of this dangerous area, they could leave with Wen Jue on the way. Unfortunately, things backfired. As soon as they left the abandoned factory, a car drove by from a distance. It seemed that the other party was worried and sent someone to pick them up.
These days, he is generally familiar with the situation around him. This place is an uninhabited mountainous area, barren and empty, and where to hide after escaping is still a problem, and the consequences of being searched are even more unimaginable. So he made a decisive decision to exchange identities with Wen Jue.
Before the convoy arrived, Shen Liufei quickly took off his clean shirt to change into Wen Jue's tattered and smelly clothes.
Unable to choose and to consider the danger of the other party's departure, Wen Jue followed and tore off his clothes. Suddenly looking up, he saw Shen Liufei's upper body naked, his muscles as toned and smooth as sculptures, and the colorful tattoos on his back like phoenix totems that were about to fly, he screamed in panic.
This tattoo is too familiar to him. Bai Shuo's.
Shen Liufei explained while changing his clothes, speaking very fast, "Guan Nuoqin is such a fearless drug lord, there must be someone from him in the police station, maybe he is a high-level person. If you have a chance to escape, don't call the police, go directly Find the Chinese embassy in Thailand or the Blue Fox team..."
The clothes have been changed, but there is no response to the words. Shen Liufei turned around and saw Wen Jue staring at him dumbfounded. He probably guessed what the other party was thinking, but he was still calm and said lightly, "If you don't want to die, write down every word I say."
Wen Jue nodded hastily from his half-awake and half-dazed state, not daring to think about the other party's true identity.
Shen Liufei hid the dagger and wiped the black mud on his face with his hand. In a blink of an eye, the car came in front of him, a black Wrangler with a square head and a big brain.
In addition to the driver who drove the car, there were two other people sitting in the car. With guns in their hands, Shen Liufei judged the situation and did not intend to act rashly.
The address they had just explained had changed again, so they decided to send someone to pick them up temporarily. Obviously, the people over there were very cautious.
Shen Liufei was pushed into the back seat of the car, two men sandwiched him from left to right, and Wen Jue sat in the passenger seat tremblingly.
"So dirty?" A man sitting in the back row gave Shen Liufei a look of disgust, and suddenly he couldn't help looking at him up and down. The longer he looked, the brighter his eyes became, and finally he couldn't help but sigh and regret, " This kid is so handsome, it would be great to sell it to serve a rich woman, it would be a pity to have his heart cut out like this."
"They are the richest man, and they can spend enough money to prostitute the most expensive cowherd in the red light district for a lifetime, but unfortunately there is no way, who made the match successful." Another man smiled sullenly, "Don't care about the richest man. , A great philanthropist, when death is imminent, he is not eagerly begging to live!"
Shen Liufei naturally understood Burmese dialect, but he soon had a question. He is also a drug lord in the Golden Triangle. Guan Nuoqin's sphere of influence has always been Thailand. Are his subordinates from Burma? He heard Xie Lanshan mentioned about Mu Kun. Mu Kun is nowhere to be seen, and there may be remnants of forces, which may be annexed by Guan Nuoqin.
As the car drove farther and farther, leaving the uninhabited mountainous area, the fog in the forest that had always gathered outside the car window drifted away, and the road began to be flat and open.
The man in the driver's seat turned his head and glanced at Wen Jue, and also participated in this meaningless and nutritious conversation: "This kid seems to be good looking!"
He said something very obscene in Thai, and the three men in the car who could understand laughed at the same time.
The laughter was so malicious, it was like a mouthful of phlegm spat on Wen Jue's face. Wen Jue couldn't understand Thai at all, and his English was poor enough. He was just so scared that his lips moved unnaturally, and strange sounds came out of his throat uncontrollably.
But he didn't have to look back to know that Shen Liufei, who was sitting obliquely behind him, must be calm as usual.
Therefore, he is determined to exhaust all his acting skills since he started his career in order to show his composure, not to talk nonsense, not to act rashly, not to tremble, and most importantly, not to be exposed.