Ji Feng: [The cigarette butt on the road is gone. This is what he just put there. I’m not sure what it means. Do you think it could be a password?]
Jian Jing: [In the safe?]
Monsoon: [Hmm]
Jian Jing was not surprised that he would make such speculation.
Li Li, Qian Tong, and Zhou Bing worked together to rob the vault. It is known that Zhou Bing did not know where the gold was hidden, only that it was in the park. As the mastermind of this crime, Li Li did not hesitate to mutilate himself to escape from prison. If he did not know the specific location, it would obviously be impossible.
So, if Li Li could get the gold, he might need Zhou Bing's help to share the stolen goods with him, but Qian Tong would definitely not get any benefit. He didn't need to risk his life to pass the message to them.
Besides, according to convention, the stolen goods cannot be fully controlled by one person, which may easily lead to conflicts. It is more reassuring if it is divided among many people - so the treasure map in the treasure hunting story is divided into several parts, and each person holds a part.
The situation was urgent at the time, and it was unrealistic to make a treasure map. A more reasonable way of matching was this: Li Li knew the specific burial location, Qian Tong had the key or password to the gold, and only Zhou Bing could get it out.
To sum up, it is quite normal for Ji Feng to suspect that the cigarette butt is the password.
Jian Jing: [152 is too few. It’s Zhou Bing. You can tell by trying.]
Monsoon: [What if there are more than one? What if there are only half?]
She was silent.
Ji Feng: [Zhou Bing used to be a fisherman, and he was very good at underwater skills. Later, he was arrested for illegally fishing for protected animals. I guess the gold must be in the lake.]
Before, he still suspected that stealing fish food was a diversion, but after Zhou Bing was found, the possibility suddenly increased.
Jian Jing was puzzled: [What good would it be if Qian Tong told them the password?]
Ji Feng: [He has an elderly mother]
Robbery is a serious crime, and by the time Qian Tong is released from prison, his mother will most likely have passed away. If Li Li exchanges the password with the other party in exchange for helping him take care of his mother, it is not impossible.
"Who are you chatting with so intently?"
Jian Jing was thinking when a voice suddenly came from the side, startling her so much that her phone shook and almost fell off the rockery. She turned her head and saw Zuo Xin sitting on the stone bench with her: "I was shocked."
"Guilty as a thief?" Zuo Xin glanced at her phone screen. "A saber as a profile picture, for a man?"
Jian Jing: “…Yes.”
"You don't look like someone who likes to raise fish." Zuo Xin looked at her, hesitant, "Am I seeing things?"
"Work," she said.
Zuo Xin suddenly relaxed her brows: "That's good, but you should explain it to Cheng Jiayou. He looked at you several times, so he should be a little concerned."
"What's there to explain?" Jian Jing was puzzled. "I have nothing to do with him. Do I have to explain to him that there is a reason why I chat with others?"
Zuo Xin thought about it and said, "What you said makes sense, but it doesn't take much effort to explain it."
She didn't comment. Maybe she wouldn't mind mentioning it later, but at this moment, most of her attention was on the gold and the fugitive, so she didn't have time to care about him.
"Zuo Xin, if you conspired with someone to commit robbery, and that person ran away with the stolen money and promised to take care of your mother, would you be willing to sit in jail for more than ten years?" she asked.
"Of course not!" Zuo Xin is also a mystery enthusiast. When talking about hobbies, she immediately put the question of feelings behind her. "If we die, we die together. Sometimes people just want to save face."
Jian Jing: "I think so too."
Zuo Xin asked: "Why are you asking this?"
"Come up with a plot." Novelist is truly an all-purpose profession; anything can be used as an excuse. Jian Jing made up stories without batting an eyelid.
Zuo Xin believed it: "Based on a real case? That's good, but where is the gold hidden?"
"If it were you, where would you hide?" she asked curiously.
Zuo Xin said without hesitation: "In the lake. Tourists may go to other places, but who would jump into the river for no reason? It's safest to hide at the bottom of the lake."
Jian Jing had originally been inclined to Chen Hu, but after Zuo Xin's words, she became suspicious.
Even a passerby would think that the lake was the most likely place. Zhou Bing was an expert in water and had been lurking in the park for three years, so it was not a problem for him to go down and look for it every night. The lake was neither small nor big, and with all the equipment, wouldn't it be hard to fish for some gold
Could it be that they were thinking wrongly
Zhou Bing didn’t take the gold, not because he couldn’t find it, but because... he couldn’t take it
"Jian Jing, Zuo Xin, are you leaving?" Cheng Jiayou leaned out of the pavilion and asked the two girls who were looking at the scenery, "It's getting late, we still have two more check-in points."
"Wait a minute." Jian Jing quickly asked where Ji Feng Qian Tong was.
He replied: [Office, 3 people staring at him]
Jian Jing quickly checked the map. The park's office was on the east side, very close to the archery center and the horse farm, some distance away from the mountains and forests, and far away from the southeast where there were more tourists. The terrain was monotonous, making it difficult to escape.
"Right on." Their next stop was the archery center.
On the way, Jian Jing racked her brains, trying to crack the code on the cigarette.
Cigarettes and tissues can actually be considered two parts. The tooth marks and nail marks of cigarettes are 1 and 5 respectively. The tissues seem to have only one 2, but if you look at the tearing and rubbing separately, it should actually be 2, 2.
1, 5
2.2
If the possibility of a password is ruled out, the number itself can not convey much information, and it should be converted. But just like she cracked the password of Yiran Pavilion before, without the key, the decoding will not be too complicated.
Especially since the three prisoners had low educational levels, and if the puzzle was too complicated, they wouldn’t be able to solve it themselves.
It is definitely the easiest.
Alphabet aebb, love you daddy? Ugh, what the hell.
No, try another one, um... mobile keyboard? The 9 keys don't fit, if it's a full keyboard, ts? They probably won't use English abbreviations, let's try pinyin.
ts, special, at the same time, born, on stage, in heaven
No clue.
Try it the other way around, bs? Avoid water? Avoid water, is it to tip them off, to tell them that the police have noticed this place
Jian Jing quickly informed Ji Feng.
He said: [The cigarette butt was cleaned up by another cleaner, so the news should not have spread.]
Jian Jing asked: [Maybe the gold is not in the lake. It's too simple. It's so simple, can't Zhou Bing guess it?]
This time, Ji Feng took a long time to reply: [Based on the current clues, we can only focus on the lake]
To be honest, he wasn't so sure that the gold was in the lake. But police work and detective reasoning were two completely different things. Detectives could deny a guess based on their intuition, but they couldn't.
When fish food is stolen, even if everyone suspects it is a diversion, someone must be sent to keep an eye on it. Otherwise, if the fugitive is let escape, no one can afford the consequences.
Ji Feng: [Let's cooperate. Keep an eye on this side. Think about other possibilities. Keep in touch.]
Jian Jing didn't expect Ji Feng to trust her so much. While she felt heavy on her shoulders, she vaguely understood something: In detective novels, there are often plots where the police are inefficient and cannot catch the murderer. However, are there really no smart people among the police
not necessarily.
Ji Feng was obviously not stupid or pedantic, but the nature of the police's job meant that he couldn't do anything he wanted. And it was precisely because of their presence that she could make other assumptions with confidence.
Otherwise, even if she were given a choice, it would be difficult for her to really give up the option of going to the bottom of the lake.
Is it really not a lake? Looking at it from another angle, Zuo Xin was thinking about the lake, doesn't that also prove that other people have the same probability of making such an arrangement
Jian Jing: [Okay, I will try my best]
Monsoon: [smile.jpg]
Jian Jing closed the dialog box and tried various abbreviations of bs and ts in the memo using the input method. Before long, a familiar word jumped into her eyes.
bs, do things.
Qian Tong is in the office.
Will he tell his friends where he is
Although the probability was small, Jian Jing decided to go out of responsibility. She said to the others, "I just saw a friend and went to say hello to him. You guys go first and see you later."
After saying that, without waiting for others to react, he trotted towards the office.
Since she had said and done so, Cheng Jiayou had no need to chase after her and said with a tense face, "Then let's go first."
The park's office is a very beautiful small building with three floors, which houses the director's office, administrative department, financial department and several other miscellaneous offices.
The cleaning staff and security guards' lounge is also here.
After Zhou Bing finished cleaning the area he was responsible for, he took a shortcut back to the lounge, just like he had done countless times before.
At this time, the security captain was the only one in the lounge. He sat in front of the computer, skillfully operating the mouse to play the cards. The sound of playing the cards was deafening, as if someone had thrown the cards onto the table with force.
He filled his thermos with water, left the room on his own accord, and went to the back door to smoke.
The cigarette is not lit yet, but I can already smell the smoke.
Zhou Bing raised his eyelids and looked around the third floor. The window of the director's office was open, and the smell of cigarettes drifted out.
He has been working in the park for three years and comes here to smoke every day. No one is more familiar with this place than him.
The headmaster didn't smoke this kind of cigarette, which was light and not pungent. But the smoke now was thick and strong, and when he inhaled it, it went straight into his lungs and refreshed him.
This is the cigarette of the policemen who guard Qian Tong. They can't afford expensive cigarettes, and they often have to stay up late, so they often smoke this kind of cigarettes to stay awake.
It seems that Qian Tong was indeed locked in the director's office.
He lowered his head to hide his flickering eyes, stamped out his cigarette, and walked away slowly with his thermos cup in hand, like an ordinary old man.
On the third floor, a young policeman turned his head and shook his head slightly at the others.
The other two policemen watched Qian Tong on the sofa inconspicuously. He smoked quietly, occasionally glancing out the window, but never going to the window. He also asked others for cigarettes casually, so there was no conclusive evidence to prove that he was a tip-off.
"Cough." Qian Tong cleared his throat and coughed out thick phlegm. He took out a tissue to wrap it, then wrapped the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can. It was so natural, as if it was just his personal habit: "Officer, when can we eat?"
The middle-aged police officer was quite friendly: "Are you hungry?"
"I'm old now, I can't eat much, and I get hungry quickly." Qian Tong smiled apologetically.
The young police officer handed over a pack of biscuits: "It's good to eat."
"Thank you, little brother." Qian Tong took it and ate it in big mouthfuls. "Don't you want to eat it?"
The middle-aged police officer smiled and said, "You can't eat in peace until you finish work."
"I understand." Qian Tong munched on a biscuit and sighed, "This Dali kid is really troublesome. He won't even let me have some peace even though I'm in jail."
The middle-aged police officer chatted: "You still have a dozen years left, right?"
"The sentence has been reduced to eight years, eight years," Qian Tong said, "eight years and five months."
"Have you thought about what to do after you get out?"
"I haven't thought that far ahead yet. I'll try to reduce the number of days." Qian Tong said, "Officer, if I cooperate with you this time, how much can I reduce? How about one year?"
The middle-aged police officer said, "It all depends on your performance. Do you remember anything? The more valuable the information you provide, the more we can help you get."
Qian Tong frowned, and after a long pause, he said hesitantly, "I have something to tell you, but I'm not sure if it will be of any use to you."