Hei Ying heard a little softening in Wei Fuyuan's tone, tentatively raised his upper body slightly, and stretched his hand forward again.
Wei Fuyuan immediately glared at it fiercely.
The shadow immediately shrank, and then squatted back obediently, as tame as if it were a domestic cat.
Wei Fuyuan frowned deeply.
In this second, he couldn't help thinking of many classic reversals of ghost movies.
For example, when the heroine hugged the evil ghost and forced the chicken soup for her soul, the devil disappeared without a trace with a smile on her face. When the heroine thought she had escaped and was relieved, she was suddenly thrown off the balcony by the devil and fell to pieces.
Another example is that the male protagonist knocked the murderer down with a shovel, and the murderer stopped moving. The male protagonist only wanted to see the life and death of his girlfriend, and he never thought that he would need to make up the knife. Violent, achieved a double-kill achievement in one hit...
In the final analysis, these plots can be summed up in one sentence - take your life when you are careless.
The more Wei Fuyuan thought about it, the more his heart trembled.
Thinking about how the moon is dark and the wind is high at the moment, it's a deep mountain and an old forest, and he's still on someone else's land, and he's alone, and the other party is still full of yin, so dark that it's almost like a cloud of ink...
- How big of a heart is he, he feels that this shadow showing weakness is easy to deal with!
Wei Fuyuan thought so in his mind, and his eyes when he looked at the shadow also became sharp.
The shadow was shivering at the stare, but still stretched out his hand stubbornly.
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
This reaction really doesn't look like "showing the enemy's weakness and waiting to rise up".
Wei Fuyuan gritted his teeth, and tentatively stretched out his hand.
The shadow immediately shrugged back and almost jumped back.
Wei Fuyuan was stunned for a moment, and he looked down at his hand in a conditioned reflex. After seeing a layer of golden light overflowing from his palm, he immediately understood.
As soon as he gritted his teeth, he withdrew the power of merit and virtue, and then opened his palm towards the shadow.
The figure of the shadow was obviously stunned.
Then it also slowly, slowly stretched out its hand.
Wei Fuyuan fixedly watched the black air approaching his palm, swallowed nervously, feeling like he was filming "Contact of the Third Kind".
Finally, Sombra's "hand" landed in his palm.
Wei Fuyuan's figure flickered, and many broken and messy images that did not belong to him instantly appeared in his mind.
- This is a common sense!
- It's sharing its memory with me!
While flashing this thought, Wei Fuyuan had already seen the past of the black shadow in front of him...
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Sunday, August 8, 12:05am.
Beiquan, Qingzhu and Aliu boarded the car of the two police officers and went straight to the national road south of the county seat.
"Our people have already rushed over."
Relying on the dead of night at this time, there were no three or five cars in sight along the way. The police officer in charge of driving kicked the accelerator to the end, and the national highway opened with a high-speed momentum: "I should be able to control the suspect before he escapes."
"No, don't act rashly!"
Qingzhu interrupted him immediately:
"The opponent is not easy, I'm afraid your people will suffer! After you arrive at the scene, you just need to surround the house and don't let people run away. Don't go in!"
The police officer in the passenger seat turned his head and said hesitantly, "But..."
Qingzhu was inseparable and ordered:
"Listen to me, never take risks!"
This brother from "Special Seven" is tall and mighty, with a strong body and a beard on his face.
It's just that once Qingzhu's tone becomes severe, the aura of his whole body will suddenly open up, which is extraordinarily oppressive, and at the same time has an indescribable persuasive power.
The two police officers were intimidated by his aura, but they didn't make a sound for a while.
There was a strange and slightly awkward silence in the car.
After about thirty seconds, the policeman in the passenger seat sighed softly: "I see."
He took out his cell phone and called his colleagues:
"I let them stay outside."
This time, the task force was very efficient, and quickly found the identity of the suspect who killed Wang Baotai through the clues provided by the three Beiquan.
They started from two aspects: how the suspect obtained Wang Baotai's date of birth and why the murderer could buy a long-distance bus ticket directly behind Wang Baotai, and quickly locked a ticket clerk of the county's long-distance bus company.
The ticket clerk, He Qiang, is a local.
The boy's grades are not bad, he was admitted to a college in a neighboring city, and he studied accounting. After graduating from college last year, I returned to my hometown and entered the long-distance bus company in the county through the introduction of relatives, and became a ticket clerk.
Of course He Qiang was not the murderer.
He is only twenty-three years old this year. He is black and strong, with a simple and honest face. His age and appearance are completely incompatible with the middle-aged man in black on the surveillance camera.
But He Qiang was able to get the basic information of all the ticket buyers in the company through the backstage, of course, including Wang Baotai, who had traveled by long-distance bus many times because of his hometown.
"We asked the car company to call up He Qiang's background operation records, and determined that he had searched on specific dates for many times, and retrieved the information of ticket buyers born on these dates."
The police officer who drove the car said:
"That's how Wang Baotai was screened out by him."
Beiquan, Qingzhu and Aliu all understood.
Presumably, the dates searched by this ticket clerk named He Qiang are all rare lunar years, lunar days, lunar days. After screening out the people whose birthdays are on this day, the murderer can greatly narrow down the scope and hold the information of these people to determine their births. Whether the time meets your requirements.
"Also, He Qiang helped him to transfer the seat behind Wang Baotai for the seat that the murderer bought using someone else's information."
The police officer in the passenger seat added:
"So we judge that He Qiang is likely to be an accomplice of the murderer."
Qingzhu nodded and asked in a deep voice:
"So, where is that He Qiang now?"
The three people in the back seat thought they would hear an answer like "we have already controlled it", but the police officer said:
"He Qiang is missing."
Qing Zhu suddenly frowned:
"How is this going?"
The police officer sighed and said unwillingly:
"The auto company said that He Qiang sent a WeChat message in the company group about half a month ago saying that he would resign, and he didn't come to work the next day."
He paused:
"Our people went to the rental house where he lived just now. There were not many things in the house, but no one was there. I asked the neighbors and said that they hadn't seen anyone for many days."
Speaking of this, the police officer's tone became heavier:
"Moreover, his ID, bus card, payment software and bank card have no usage records for the past two weeks..."
Qingzhu knew what he wanted to express:
"So you speculate that this He Qiang is probably the same as Wang Baotai, who has already encountered an accident?"
The two officers in front nodded together.
"Ah."
Qingzhu smiled coldly:
"The murderer is ruthless enough, kill and kill."
Then the police officer who drove the car said again:
"Although He Qiang is probably dead, we can already be sure that the murderer must have had contact with this person, so we investigated He Qiang's friendship."
The police said, and quickly glanced at the three people reflected in the rearview mirror:
"And you also told us the model and color of the car the killer drove, and where the license plate belonged..."
The young police officer actually wanted to know the origin of the three "superior men" behind him, and how he knew that the murderer drove a white Mazda and belonged to a neighboring city in the province. However, out of professional ethics, he restrained himself. of curiosity.
"So we called He Qiang's unit and surveillance near his residence, found the same white Mazda, and identified the real owner through the license plate number - that is, the suspect!"
Beiquan nodded and said in his heart that the efficiency of these officers is indeed quite high.
The real name of the owner of the white Mazda is Zhu Hongcai, and the name is pronounced "Honghong". Although it sounds quite feminine, the characters are somewhat uncommon and the imagery is also very artistic.
Zhu Hongcai is 44 years old this year, and his family is a well-known local scholar family.
Zhu family ancestors cultivated and read the family heirlooms, and had a high reputation. At the peak of their prosperity, he had a second-rank officer. It is a pity that the times have changed. After many years of war and chaos, and then the impact of ten years of catastrophe, the ancestral house has become a local cultural relic, converted into a museum, and the clansmen are scattered all over the place.
Zhu Hongcai is a direct descendant of the Zhu family who stayed in the local area, but if you just look at his life history, you really can't see anything special.
He was very good at studying since he was a child. He was admitted to a famous school with his true talents and practical knowledge. He got a doctorate all the way. After graduation, he returned to his hometown and devoted himself to studying local folk customs. He made a living by writing and compiling books and publications related to folk customs. In a small villa in the country, life is very simple and bitter.
If layers of evidence did not point out that Zhu Hongcai was the man in black with a wide-brimmed hat and a wide-brimmed hat photographed on a long-distance bus, no one would have thought that a folklorist who lived in the countryside was at the same time a murderer and skinner. Cruel murderer.
"I wish Hongcai and He Qiang have a close relationship with He Qiang. It can be regarded as... um, He Qiang's cousin."
The police officer in the passenger seat took out a copy of Zhu Hongcai's real ID card from the folder and let the three people in the back seat pass it on.
Compared with the ID he used fraudulently last time, the photo this time is indeed more like the man in black captured by the surveillance camera.
"He Qiang's colleague also said that he had seen this person. He said that one day after get off work, he saw He Qiang get into Zhu Hong's car."
He paused, then added:
"Also, we found a large amount of cash in the rental house He Qiang rented, nearly 300,000. We suspect that this money was a bribe he received from Zhu Hongcai."
"Understood."
After seeing the photo, Qingzhu passed the copy to Beiquan next to him, and said at the same time:
"So this guy named Zhu Hongcai bought He Qiang and asked him to retrieve the required targets from the car company's database for himself, right?"
Beiquan looked down at the photo of Zhu Hongcai, and many guesses flashed through his mind quickly.
"Qingzhu, Miss Aliu."
He whispered the names of the two beside him:
"You say, how can this Zhu Hongcai understand 'those' things?"
Beiquan deliberately added an accent to the word "those".