While Xiao Xiong was concentrating on recalling the appearance of the fugitive who slipped through the net, the head of the security section also got the news and said that all the thieves had been recruited. Among the crime tools confiscated and archived by the police station, something was indeed missing. , and the smaller one is the same style as the tool Liang Yuanque picked out before, but it is smaller and is used to pry open small locks.
Just in case, the section chief also ordered someone to perform a "Great Memory Recovery Technique" on a few thieves. The thieves swore that they had never lied, and if the police station needed it, they could even Restore that tool.
While the section chief was talking about this, Liang Yuanque's eyes swept over everyone in the office without leaving a trace, and finally stopped on the face of Xiong Zhenghe, who was drawing a picture in the corner.
At this time, he was writing with his head down, looking unfocused, as if he didn't care at all what the security section chief came in to report.
Liang Yuanque waved his hand, indicating that the section chief and the person in charge could go back to work first. After they left, he slowly walked to Xiong Zhenghe's side.
Unexpectedly, this kid's painting skills are pretty good. A lifelike portrait has been formed on the paper in front of him, but it is a middle-aged man with a short beard. His appearance is so common that it can be said to be a template.
This is going to be fatal. A brick falling from the sky in Liucheng can kill eleven and a half middle-aged men like this. Finding this guy is not much easier than finding a needle in a haystack.
While Xiong Zhenghe was drawing, he also pulled out some annotations, but they seemed to be of little use.
Before he finished writing, Liang Yuanque pulled up the drawing paper from behind him and said, "Okay, that's it."
"Uh, Mr. Liang..." Little Bear was a little at a loss.
But Liang Yuanque didn't pay attention to his expression at all. While looking at the drawing paper, he waved to him, "You can go back first. I will call you if I need anything later."
The light and shadow in Xiong Zhenghe's eyes fell silent for a moment, he nodded gently, without saying anything else, turned and walked towards the door.
"Oh, by the way," when he walked to the door, Liang Yuanque suddenly stopped him again, "You're quite good as a police officer. It's a pity that the previous detective didn't reuse you."
There were some unknown emotions surging in Xiong Zhenghe's eyes. Unfortunately, Liang Yuanque didn't even raise his eyes to look at him. Instead, Inspector Chang immediately answered, "Then I will reuse him in the future."
"If you have a chance." After Xiong Zhenghe left, Liang Yuanque said something incomprehensible. While looking down at the drawing paper, he walked back to the desk and took away the penis from under Detective Chang's buttocks before he sat down. chair, and sat down on his own.
"Hey, you..." Detective Chang wanted to have a seizure again.
Zhuang Youjie saw him admiring the portrait so seriously, and curiously came over to take a look, thinking that if he had seen such a person, he could help?
As a result, I was stunned when I saw this portrait. I am afraid there are men with this kind of appearance all over the street. Seriously speaking, my father looks a bit like this portrait. Is this clue provided by Xiong Zhenghe really useful?
but……
Zhuang Youjie looked at Liang Yuanque's focused side face again and thought, since he looked at it so seriously, he must be able to see things that ordinary people like us can't notice, right?
While Liang Yuanque was watching, he suddenly called out to Inspector Chang,
"Detective, can you give me a pen?"
Detective Chang looked surprised, "Isn't it right in front of you?"
Zhuang Youjie was also very surprised when he heard this, because he had clearly seen Liang Yuanque carrying a pen in his bag. Before, he had always taken out the pen in his bag for use.
In the flash of lightning, Master Zhuang suddenly had an idea in his mind. Maybe what Liang Yuanque wanted to say was not "asking for a pen". Just before he spoke to Inspector Chang, he opened his mouth and changed words unnaturally. He took a breath, as if he had to forcefully change the words that came to his lips.
So is there anything he can't say now? Or maybe it can’t be said here? There are currently only three of them in this room, and Liang Yuanque is talking to Inspector Chang. Does this mean he is on guard against me?
While Zhuang Youjie was thinking, he suddenly found that his thinking had reached a new level. This should be the result of staying with the detective for a long time.
So he was immersed in the joy of becoming smarter, not caring at all what Liang Yuanque wanted to say just now, and why he was guarding against himself.
"Oh, look at my eyes," Liang Yuanque joked a few random words, "I wonder if there is an optical shop in Liucheng. I'll go pick out a pair later."
As he spoke, he took out the pen from the pen holder, quickly wrote a paragraph on the back of the drawing paper, handed it to Inspector Chang quietly, and then said loudly on purpose,
"Detective, do you want to solve the case faster or slower?"
Inspector Chang didn't know why and made the same choice as Zhuang Youjie, "Of course, the sooner the better."
So Liang Yuanque nodded and raised his voice a little higher.
"Oh, I really don't have a clue just by looking at the portrait. I have to go to the crime scene to take a look."
Then he changed the topic again and took a step forward to pretend to whisper, but in fact the volume did not decrease, "Detective, you must be careful about that Wang Shun. If you ask me to tell you that we really can't catch the serial criminal, then... Just kill him and take the blame."
Detective Chang looked at him speechlessly, what do you call this, plotting loudly? And I thought you were so powerful, but in the end you did this to me?
Liang Yuanque smiled "hehe" and turned to call Zhuang Youjie, "Master, let's go to the crime scene and take a look."
He glanced at them with disgust, lowered his head to see what he had written, but as he looked at it, Inspector Chang's expression changed.
Zhuang Youjie walked one step faster than Liang Yuanque. After pushing open the office door, he and Xiong Zhenghe outside the door were startled.
"Zhuang Zhuang Zhuang Zhuang, Master Zhuang..."
"Bear, bear, bear, officer Xiong, what are you doing?" Zhuang Youjie soothed his little heart and looked at him.
Xiong Zhenghe looked back with an embarrassed look, "Ah, I don't particularly admire Mr. Liang. I want to take another look at him."
Zhuang Youjie said to himself, it's not like he died after leaving home today. If you want to see it, you can wait until the case is over to see it.
When Liang Yuanque walked past him, he reached out and patted his shoulder, "Don't be like this, brother, I'm not a movie star. I'll be embarrassed if you keep doing this."
Obviously, he still looks frank.
Liang Yuanque took Zhuang Youjie to inspect the scene of the murder. After they left, Inspector Chang went to interrogate Wang Shun in person. The first trial lasted all afternoon.
On the other side, Liang Yuanque did not go in the direction of the murder scene, but went straight to the banker's restaurant, asking Master Zhuang to treat him to a meal.
"What do you mean? Aren't you going to the murder scene?" Zhuang Youjie was confused.
"Oh, there are ten scenes, how long will it take to check them all," Liang Yuanque said while tasting the restaurant's signature dish, "I will not do such a stupid thing. I said I would check the scenes, but I was just pretending."
Zhuang Youjie looked at his confident and calm look, and became more and more surprised, "No, you don't really want to drag Wang Shun to take the blame, do you? I won't pay you if you do this!"
