After Shi Feng left the interrogation room, he immediately arranged for people from the technical department to go to Xu Zhihai's broken house to collect clues.
People from the field team have gone to visit and investigate near the place where Wang Qiang died, so they can only let people from the technical department go first.
After arranging the task, Shi Feng turned around and came to another room called the interrogation (break) information (information) room.
Ai Liang sat on the sofa quietly as before.
He is also a frequent visitor here.
Ai Liang was on the phone with Yue Qihua when Shi Feng came in.
"Well, I have something to do in the afternoon and I can't go there temporarily."
"Huh? You let go three times last week, and if you come back this week, you won't be caught by the criminal police team again, right?"
"I'm just here to provide some clues..."
"Does such a large detachment rely on you to solve the case alone... It really feels like filming a TV series..."
The sound insulation of the interrogation room is very good, and no noise from outside can be transmitted in once the door is closed.
So this complaint happened to be heard by Shi Feng who came in.
"Ahem..."
Shi Feng pretended to cough twice. Ai Liang glanced at him and said, "Someone is coming. I'll hang up first."
Beep, Ai Liang pressed the hang up button to end the call.
"girlfriend?"
Shi Feng didn't feel embarrassed at all and sat down next to Ai Liang calmly.
"We're just classmates. If you don't go collect evidence, why don't you still have time to come over and chat with me?"
Ai Liang put away her phone and asked.
"If such a large detachment had me do everything myself, the security of Nevada City would have been ruined long ago."
Shi Feng patted Ai Liang on the shoulder and said, "How did you know that Xu Zhihai was the mastermind?"
Haven't you given up on trying to get me into the police academy?
Ai Liang glanced at Shi Feng's palm and thought.
"I accidentally picked up Xu Zhihai's notes before and found the poems on them, so I naturally thought of them."
Ai Liang said truthfully.
This time he did not rely on superpowers but came to the conclusion through reasoning.
Shi Feng did not praise Ai Liang's IQ but asked this question: "What if I say that Xu Zhihai will be released in a few days?"
"There is no evidence to convict him. Isn't it normal for him to be released?"
Ai Liang lowered his head and browsed the chat software.
In a group of five people, Yue Qihua was clamoring to bring Yang Xingyue to the criminal police team to fish for people.
"Since you know, why are you still looking for Xu Zhihai alone?"
Seeing Ai Liang's indifference, Shi Feng couldn't help but squeeze the big hand on his shoulder tighter. It was rare for him to put on a serious expression in front of Ai Liang: "Aren't you worried about his revenge on you and the people around you after he comes out?"
After hearing this, Ai Liang was finally willing to look up at Shi Feng.
Is he caring about me? Or did you say that deliberately after investigating my family situation?
Not sure what purpose Shi Feng had, Ai Liang could only change the topic.
"Xu Zhihai is not the kind of person who will end up personally. He prefers to hide behind the scenes and manipulate others to achieve his goals, and his pride will not..."
Ai Liang was rudely interrupted by Shi Feng before he could finish his words: "Are you talking about pride to a criminal? I know you are very smart and capable, but being too blindly confident will only destroy you! The criminal's bottom line moment Everything is changing, but you only live once, you can’t joke with your own life!”
Shi Feng gradually took on a scolding tone, obviously dissatisfied with Ai Liang's direct confrontation with Xu Zhihai.
Danger? What danger can there be in a guy who can be easily crushed to death?
Ai Liang was helpless.
But others don't know that he is not an ordinary person, and it is normal to have worries, so he can only deal with it.
"knew."
"Not only do you know, but you also have to promise that next time something like this happens, you must call the police as soon as possible. Do you understand?"
Shi Feng shook Ai Liang's shoulders and said.
And next time?
Aren't you just thinking of treating me like a free detective?
Ai Liang cursed in his heart and then said deliberately: "No, I will definitely go around when I encounter cases in the future so as not to cause trouble to the police."
Didn't you tell me to pay attention to my safety? Then I should stay far away from the head office.
'Don't ask me to call the school if I think about safety. '
This is Ai Liang's subtext.
Shi Feng's originally serious expression suddenly froze.
He suddenly remembered that he wanted to drag Ai Liang into the criminal police team.
People who can become captains of the criminal police team are very smart and have thick skin.
"Ah... well, that's good."
Shi Feng acted as if he didn't hear the hint in Ai Liang's words and said, "However, it will be no problem for you to apply for the police academy. How about I directly recruit you to work in the field after graduating from the police academy?"
Ai Liang was too lazy to pay attention to him and ignored him.
However, at this moment, the wave of negative emotions surged into my brain again.
Ai Liang put his head in his hands and endured it.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Ai Liang's abnormal reaction immediately attracted Shi Feng's greetings.
"It's okay, it's just that my head hurts from staring at the computer for a long time."
This time the impact came suddenly and went away quickly, and was forcibly suppressed after more than ten seconds.
The cause was probably that too much emotion was revealed in his heart when talking to Shi Feng, just like pouring a pot of water into an old-fashioned water press before using it. The expression of emotion induced the eruption of negative emotions.
Suppressing the negative emotions in the body - this is the reason why Ai Liang has always maintained a cold attitude.
Now it seems that Ai Liang's endurance has reached the limit, and if no guidance is provided, it will cause irreparable consequences. A bottle of Coke is shaken and shaken. What happens when the bottle cap is opened?
"If nothing happens, I'll go back and rest first."
Shi Feng thought for a while and said: "Well... I have been exposed to so many things these days, it is best to ask for leave from school and rest for a while."
"I will."
After Ai Liang finished speaking, he picked up his computer bag and walked out of the room.
...
After returning home, Ai Liang took out an old-fashioned black mobile phone that had been dusty for a long time.
In a modern society where smart phones are ubiquitous, these decades-old antique buttons are almost on the verge of extinction, and even most communication base stations cannot receive mobile phone signals.
Only some black workshops are still producing this kind of mobile phones and special mobile phone cards, and they have also specially built independent communication base stations for this purpose. Of course, doing so many tricks is not for the sake of retro and sentiment. There are always some shady things that cannot be said on a normal phone call. That would be tantamount to handing the handle into the hands of others.
The base station was not established by one person, but was led by many forces. Someone will destroy the day's communication records every day. There is no need to worry about the risk of leaks, but it is a bit labor-intensive to maintain.
Ai Liang found a data cable and after ten minutes of charging, he dialed a number.
"Hello? Who is this?"
A hoarse synthesized voice came from the other end of the phone, and it didn't take much to think that it was definitely not the original voice.
"It's me, the Hermit."
Ai Liang's voice is completely different from usual. It sounds like an old man and a child at the same time. The timbre is also very neutral and you can't distinguish between male and female.
The other end of the phone hesitated for a while before asking: "Hermit? I'll charge the money for yesterday's drink directly..."
"No need to test, I will go to the bar tonight, remember to have the money I saved ready."
After Ai Liang said that, he hung up the phone without hesitation and came to the bathroom mirror.
The young man's body and face in the mirror twisted for a while, and within a minute, a strange face appeared in the mirror. The person in the mirror was slightly taller than Ai Liang, and his face was as sharp as a knife and an axe, with a hint of wildness.
This is Ai Liang's other identity, the extrajudicial punisher.
Naturally, Ai Liang did not get the nickname "Second Class II" by himself, but the police internally gave him a code name. After experiencing a loss of ability, Ai Liang began to go beyond the law to punish the perpetrators of torture and murder, so he got this title.
The nickname Black Zone was not tried, so the police file changed it to this one.
To put it simply, Ai Liang has a lot of lives on his hands.
When Ai Liang was five years old, he gained superpowers. Naturally, he would not live an ordinary life doing nothing. After some preparation, he transformed into a dark night hero to fight crime. As for why he changed from assisting the police in fighting crime to being intolerable in his eyes. The hunter of sand is a long story, so I won’t go into details about the process.
Now there is only one conclusion that needs to be known: Ai Liang no longer wants to get involved in the bad things in the black area.
After the transformation, Ai Liang returned to the room and pulled out a locked suitcase from under the bed. He opened the box and found a set of hooded windbreaker wrapped in a sealed bag, as well as a wooden short knife made of iron birch and a few... Throwing knife with carbon steel handle.
After changing clothes, it was already completely dark. Ai Liang turned off the lights in the house, leaving only one in the bedroom.
Ai Liang came to the balcony, and the ripples of mental power spread out around the balcony. After making sure that no one was watching the apartment building, Ai Liang jumped from the balcony and landed on the ground.
This is to create the illusion that he has never left after returning home. Even if no one has ever doubted him, Ai Liang will never lose the disguise he should make, because if his other identity is exposed, there will no longer be anyone in Nevada City. His place of refuge.
After walking for a while avoiding the crowd, Ai Liang raised his hand and stopped a taxi.
"Hello, may I ask...where to go..."
The taxi driver looked hesitantly at the suspicious man wearing a black windbreaker with a hood and a half-face mask in front of him in the summer, but after Ai Liang took out a wad of bills, he opened the door decisively.
"Nevah Road Third Avenue Industrial Area."
A dull voice came from behind the mask.
The taxi driver's heart tightened when he heard this. He had heard other colleagues mention this address. It seemed to be the territory of a group of criminals. The guy in the back seat, wrapped in a windbreaker, could barely write "I am not a good person" in big characters. It's on your face. It's definitely not good to go there.
When he was hesitating whether to accept the business or not, Ai Liang handed over two more bills.
The driver thought about the tuition fees for his son's extracurricular tutoring class and his wife's complaints when calculating living expenses, and he gritted his teeth.
Damn it, the worst case is letting him get off the bus early.
The determined driver planned the route and started the car. The car was going so fast that the speed of fifty yards felt like it was driving a hundred yards.
...
Ai Liang took the initiative to get off the bus when he was still about 500 meters away from his destination.
The environment around us has changed a lot in a few years. How big has it been?
The public toilet he used to change into is now a hotel. This subtle sense of dissonance is like being in a math class. The teacher was talking about linear equations in two variables for a second, and when he took a nap and looked up again, the things on the blackboard turned into Fourier transform formulas.
Fortunately, the cafeteria used as a disguise at the intelligence point remained unchanged, and Ai Liang finally found a familiar smell.
This place is very remote. Along the way, Ai Liang saw several groups of young men who looked like gangsters leaning on motorcycles and talking loudly. This was a scene unique to industrial areas. In other places, they would be arrested by patrolling policemen in minutes. Just ask, the current security situation in Nevada City is so harsh.
Perhaps it is this high-pressure system that makes the suppressed human nature in some dark corners even crazier.
Ai Liang's weird outfit attracted a lot of malicious looks, but no one chose to provoke them when they passed by. The gangsters staying in this area were naturally involved in the black area, and they rashly provoked those strange people who didn't know the details. It is normal for people to die.
They are so worry-free and Ai Liang is happy to see the results.
Ai Liang came to the alley next to the restaurant and entered the restaurant's warehouse through the back door.
There were two guys dressed as waiters sitting on chairs and taking a rest in the warehouse, but the pistols on their waists meant that they were not serious waiters.
Ai Liang walked directly to them, and the two of them were not surprised by his strange dress. Almost everyone who came here would hide their identity.
"Pass."
One of the waiters leaned back in his chair and shouted lazily.
Ai Liang glanced at him, took out his black mobile phone and put it on the duty list. The shelves on the side automatically separated to both sides.
Seeing this, the waiter who spoke lazily quietly moved his hand away from his waist, and then started chatting with another person casually.
Ai Liang walked up the stairs to the basement, reached out and pushed open the brown iron door with crossed guns printed on it, and was greeted by the strong smell of alcohol.
For the drinkers staying here, almost every time they open the door, their nervousness is aroused, and this time is no exception. Almost 70% of the people, overtly or covertly, cast their eyes on the door. After confirming that it was not a note, they turned their attention to the door. Get back to your own business.
However, Ai Liang's dress still brought back unfriendly memories for some people, including a strong white man holding a wine glass.
As soon as Ai Liang found an empty seat and sat down, he jumped to the opposite side. The wine glass in his hand banged on the table, splashing a lot of yellow-brown liquid.
The surrounding drinkers all looked at him as if they were watching a show.
The bar only sells information and drinks without any entertainment activities. Watching other people fight is one of the few entertainment options. It would be best if one of them dies, at least it can add a little fun to this dull night.
In the eyes of everyone watching the show, the strong man spoke: "New here? Do you know that wearing hooded windbreakers is prohibited here?"
The strong white man snapped his fingers and said, "Take off your clothes for me!"
As he spoke, he reached for Ai Liang's face and tried to pull off the mask, but the next moment his right hand was firmly clamped, and Ai Liang noticed the tattoo on his wrist.
"The Maoyan Gang slipped through the net?"
Voices that could not be differentiated between men, women, old and young came from behind the masks, and their tone was filled with boredom and disgust.
The strong white man's expression changed instantly.
There's a reason why he hates hooded trench coats so much.
Ten years ago, Nevada City was not as peaceful as it is now. At that time, the public security was extremely chaotic, and various gangs emerged in endlessly. Almost every once in a while, a new gang would be established or an old gang would be merged. Wrong flight to the free America where gun battles occur every day.
This situation continued until the executioner in the hooded trench coat appeared.
The murderous maniac who calls himself the messenger of justice will involuntarily swing a short knife to slit their throats when he sees the people in the black area, and kills all the living people in sight like ghosts as if they are nothing.
The strong white man is a gang survivor who has experienced a bloodbath.
Every time he saw a hooded trench coat, it would bring back horrific memories in his heart, so he was extremely repelled by people wearing hooded trench coats. He wanted to beat people wearing such clothes to numb himself and defeat the nightmare in his heart.
'Anyway, that 'hermit' hasn't appeared for almost five years, and he might have died in some smelly garbage dump. '
He thought so until Ai Liang spoke.
However, just one sentence reawakened the fear deep in his heart and reminded him of the humbleness of being at the bottom of the food chain.
Feeling the huge force on his wrist, looking at the other party's cold and unruffled eyes, the strong man spoke.
"Let...let...me..."
There was a flash of silver light, and the strong man covered his neck with his left hand. With the sound of hissing and leaking air, he soon fell on the table with a thud and became silent.
