"You mean..." Shen Yexi just said three words, but Jiang Huyi covered his mouth with his hand.
Jiang Hu frowned, swept around, and lowered his voice: "Hold down, we can't let that person take the lead. Do you still remember that Song Xiaofeng, who found out the delusional patient when he found out about the teahouse? Have you ever been to that teahouse?"
Shen Yexi nodded, but he was a little distracted. Jiang Hu's hand was a little cold, except for the place where the palm was warm, which seemed to be pressing on his lips, and he couldn't help sticking out his tongue, lightly He licked it lightly on the palm of his hand. Jiang Hu suddenly withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and stared at Shen Yexi with an expression that was too tangled up.
Shen Yexi's tongue lingered around his mouth, as if he had eaten something delicious, and smiled shamelessly at him.
Unfortunately, Jiang Hu was so angry that he forgot his words.
Shen Yexi kindly reminded: "You still want to say, the origin of Song Xiaofeng's gun is a mystery until now, right?"
Jiang Hu really wanted to pounce on him and scratch him.
Shen Yexi bared his white teeth, smiled at him, stretched out his hand and flicked his forehead: "Hey, let's get down to business, don't be distracted—this is in broad daylight, what are you thinking?"
If the situation didn't allow it, Jiang Hu actually wanted to ask, Shen Yexi, do you know how to write the word "shameless". He rolled his eyes, feeling that the frequency of this movement has really increased recently, he took two steps back to keep a safe distance from Shen Yexi, and then said: "If we have heard about Ke Ruhui and this serial murder incident before, If the inference is correct, I think their plan should have been started a long time ago, before the official launch, those people are like experimental books."
"But Song Xiaofeng and Zheng Yujie are not policemen." Shen Yexi stopped teasing him and became serious.
Jiang Hu pushed his eyes, but the corners of his eyes swept aside, and quickly retracted.
Shen Yexi froze for a moment, frowned slightly, and asked Jiang Hu with his eyes.
Jiang Hu took a deep breath, leaned against the wall of the corridor, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and said in a flat tone: "There is no problem with the criminal characteristics in Zheng Yujie's case. Although Song Xiaofeng was only attempted, it is true that he was involved with Ke Ruhui. Yes, to be on the safe side, we'd better look up this man—where is he now?"
"The fifth hospital—it's the mental hospital in the suburbs." Shen Yexi seemed to be hesitating, and his voice was a little low, "The things he did did not cause real casualties, and he was not mentally normal. , and the parties agreed not to hold him accountable, nothing serious will happen afterwards, but with Song Xiaofeng's mental state, it would be wrong to let him come out to cause harm, so he is currently undergoing treatment. Why, do you want to see him?"
Jiang Hu nodded.
Shen Yexi raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, and pondered for a while: "Well, it's a bit late today, I'll accompany you tomorrow?"
"Will tomorrow..."
"It's fine one day later, if you're worried..." Shen Yexi walked over to wrap his arms around his shoulders, and dragged him away, "You can don't tell others just yet."
When the two of them walked all the way to the hall downstairs, Shen Yexi restrained his playful smile, and asked gently in Jiang Hu's ear: "Is that the person who was eavesdropping just now?"
"I think it's quite possible."
Shen Yexi nodded: "Who is that son of a bitch who crawls around."
Jiang Hu didn't answer his question. After thinking for a while, he suddenly said, "Yexi, I actually remembered another case just now, which may be related to this case."
Shen Yexi was taken aback, and turned his head to look at Jiang Hu's expression, seeing that he didn't look like he was joking: "Really?"
"This man's modus operandi is also very brutal, with signs of overkill..."
Shen Yexi interrupted him: "I'll talk about it later, let's talk about the key points first. Is there any blood? Is the victim also a policeman?"
Jiang Hu stopped, looked at him silently, Shen Yexi didn't understand, so: "Well, what's wrong?"
Jiang Hu said softly: "When I mentioned that a case may be related to the case at hand, your reaction was very funny, ignoring all the details, and focusing all the attention on the blood and the identity of the victim These two features that are relevant to this case."
"What's so interesting about this, normal people have this reaction..." Shen Yexi paused and narrowed his eyes when he said this, "You suspect..."
Jiang Hu raised a finger to his mouth, silently making a "wait" mouth shape.
The chaotic experience of this day made everyone extremely frustrated. First, they managed to sort out some clues and found a possible suspect, but only captured a corpse.
Yang Man said that Qian Sha had nothing to do with those previous cases, she was not present at the time of the crime, and she couldn't see any connection between her and the victims except Zhang Xiaogan.
Qian Sha's office was turned upside down, but she couldn't find anything other than the suicide note that Sheng Yao saw first, that is to say, how did she plan to kill people, how did she tie up Zhang Xiaoqian, did she The meanings of the words accomplice and "judgment" were not mentioned in her vague suicide note.
Until very late, Shu Jiu worried that he had already called several times to ask questions. Sheng Yao failed to repair the computer in Qian Sha's office, which made the person's body feel dark and low. Naturally, it was impossible to check. to more useful clues.
Probably the only little gain is that following the Qiansha incident, Shun Teng found Wei Yingxian, a fat cucumber, unearthed many unknown properties of Wei Pangpang, and caught a big moth hidden in the public security organs. , made a little contribution to the work of anti-corruption and honesty.
But before leaving, Mo hurriedly patted Shen Yexi on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Wei Yingxian was hit crookedly, I am very pleased, this means that in the future, there will be one less moth who corrupts the law for personal gain, but until now, we They didn’t even touch the murderer, well, I won’t say much nonsense, only one sentence, comrades count the time, our time is running out.”
Everyone felt more pressure.
As soon as he left, Shen Yexi waved his hand: "Everyone should leave, everyone should go home, eat and sleep, and continue working tomorrow, our time is running out, comrades!"
"You are running out of time!" This was the unanimous voice of everyone.
Shen Yexi rolled his eyes, hooked Jiang Hu and dragged him out, angrily said: "If you have the ability, you can say the same to Mo Ju."
The man secretly watched a group of people scattered listlessly, and tried his best to hold back the pride that was about to hang on his face—this is the group of elites and geniuses who have solved countless important cases in the legend, so they are not so good .
The mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, he took it out, and the screen indicated that he had received a MMS message. He opened it, and inside it was the traffic route map to the Fifth Hospital, with text instructions underneath, and even the room where Song Xiaofeng lived was marked. He laughed and replied happily: "Together?"
After a while, a word came back from the other side - good.
It is said that the fastest speed in the world is light, but shadows can always walk ahead of light. He felt that he was the shadow that would never be caught, secretly observing everyone's every move.
After returning to his residence patiently, he waited until late at night, pausing at everyone's door, listening carefully to the movement inside, making sure that everyone else had fallen asleep, and then went out quietly.
The Fifth Courtyard is not difficult to find, and there is no traffic jam in the middle of the night, which is the city's most annoying problem during the day. He lowered the brim of his hat, put on a pair of plain eyes, pulled up his collar, took a taxi, and said in a low voice : "Pingjiang Road."
The driver took a look at him on purpose. Although the weather was getting colder every day, the man was wrapped too much, he looked like a big rice dumpling. In the middle of the night, he didn't want to carry anyone, so he still carried a well-dressed man. Such a remote person, going to such a remote place.
Just as he was trying to find an excuse to refuse the ride, the man sitting in the co-pilot suddenly took a picture of his work card in front of him. The big police badge on it almost dazzled the driver's eyes. The driver was taken aback, only to hear the man lower his voice and say: Secret mission, don't delay my time, it will cost you a lot of fare."
The driver didn't dare to ask any more questions. He started the car and drove towards Pingjiang Road, but he couldn't help but keep looking at the "plainclothes" man quietly all the way. But it happened to block a face firmly. The driver master was speechless, thinking that this police officer is really stylish, cautious and cool, like 007, and he has something more to brag about when he goes back.
The man got off the car on Pingjiang Road, paid the fare, pulled the brim of his hat lower, put his hands in his pockets, and walked along the quiet street alone. The driver wanted to see him with curiosity Wherever he went, the man disappeared from his sight without paying attention. Of course, the driver didn't dare to meddle in his own business and leaned over to look for it. He shook his head in disappointment, reversed the car, and drove away.
After a while, the man flashed out at the intersection, glanced in the direction where the taxi was leaving, and sneered at the corner of his mouth.
It was already very late at night, and he quietly avoided the nurses on duty. Since Song Xiaofeng was recovering well and had already been transferred from the intensive care unit, the guards were not like those in the intensive care unit where a single inattentiveness could cause some bloodshed. The border is tight.
The man was as nimble as a shadow floating on the wall. When he touched Song Xiaofeng's ward, he proudly raised his wrist and glanced at his watch—from coming in to finding the target, it took a total of six minutes.
He smiled, but in fact, calling the other one was just out of politeness, and he didn't intend to ask him to help, but it was a bit of showing off.
He pushed lightly on the door to the ward - fine, it wasn't locked.
The curtains in the ward were not drawn, the moonlight shone in through the window, and a person was lying on the bed with his back to him.
The man dived over like a cat, looking down at the raised quilt, his hand flashed coldly, but he didn't rush to insert it, and the other hand gently stretched towards the lying person's head in slow motion.
Just cover his mouth and swipe across his neck—
His outstretched fingers had already touched the breath of the person lying there, and he pressed down. Suddenly, there was a chuckle in the darkness. The man's hairs stood on end, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and it was too late.
The "unlucky guy waiting to be slaughtered by him" on the bed suddenly clasped his wrist with astonishing strength, flipped up from the bed in an instant, kicked the dagger in his hand away accurately, pinched his neck and held him down. On the bed, the situation was reversed in an instant, the "waiting to be slaughtered" became the one who was about to be slaughtered, the dagger fell to the ground with a clang, and the lights in the ward turned on.
Behind the opened door, in the shadow next to the bedside table, behind the curtains, under the bed—several people with multiple guns pointed at the man pinned to the bed with his neck strangled, as if they appeared out of nowhere.
Shen Yexi pinched him with both hands like iron tongs, and sneered: "Li Jingrong, Captain Li, you are really late, wait until you are halfway through the night, if you don't come again, the brothers have to go back to wash and sleep— "