Ling Feng couldn't help but be surprised when he found out that this was Feng Cheng's car.
"Who is driving this car now?" Ling Feng asked. Naturally, the car owner could not be Feng Cheng.
"I don't know." What Wen Qiao said could not be considered a complete lie. He did not know the true identity of the woman. "It may be the Song Yuanxi we found out at the beginning. In fact, we know nothing about this person. She should also be deliberately concealing her identity, otherwise it would be impossible for her to continue using this car whose identity has been exposed. Willing to leave new clues to follow.”
"Now that she has been exposed, with Song Yuanxi's cautious character, she will definitely not blatantly drive this car to do important things that need to be hidden, so let us seize the opportunity." Ling Ling Some disagree.
Wen Qiao's eyes were piercing and he interrupted her unceremoniously: "Take action first! If you find a deviation halfway through, then make adjustments in time instead of complaining or regretting that you shouldn't have set off in the first place. Do you think all the clues are there? Is it all on the surface so that you can see it at a glance and find it without any effort? If you still want to work well in this industry, change your habit of shrinking before you even start!"
Ling Ling blushed instantly and stood there blankly, staring down at the tip of his horn.
Although Ling Feng felt sorry for his sister, he was not unhappy in his heart. Instead, he was happy to have such an outsider to help educate her. After all, he himself was always soft-hearted and unable to say harsh words when facing Ling Ling, and it was difficult for his sister to truly listen to his teachings.
Ling Feng patted her shoulder and encouraged: "People make mistakes and horses make mistakes. She can't be perfect in everything. We will always find her flaws."
Ling Ling still lowered her head to prevent others from seeing her eyes. At this time, any words of comfort were useless. She turned around hurriedly and was about to leave.
"Pay attention to that driver." Wen Qiao's voice was still cold.
"What?" Ling Ling stopped suddenly, but still didn't dare to look up at him.
"Song Yuanxi didn't drive by herself. She had a driver accompanying her. Find out his identity and tell me."
Seeing that Wen Qiao wasn't looking at him, Ling Ling dared to glance at him secretly, said "hmm" softly, and ran away.
…
This ordinary house with two bedrooms and one living room was hung with thick curtains, and it was difficult to see any light. Not to mention it was midnight, even at noon when the sun was blazing, it was difficult for light to penetrate.
It seems that the owner of this house has not returned yet, and the lights are like silent stagnant water, disappearing into the thick darkness together with other things in this house.
After an unknown amount of time, there was a rustling sound from the entrance, and the unique "hissing" sound when the electronic door lock was unlocked sounded from behind the door, and the next second there was a "click" of turning the handle.
The light from the voice-activated light in the corridor outside shone through the open doorway, reflecting a figure. He stretched out his hand and touched the switch on the wall. Looking at this skillful and natural movement, you could tell that he was the owner of this house.
The small living room lit up instantly, and everything was as it was when he left, unchanged.
He threw his bag aside casually and fell down on the soft sofa. He spread his hands and feet and leaned on the pillow extremely comfortably. He closed his eyes and relaxed his whole body.
A faint sweet smell floated into his nostrils, like some kind of sweet fruit. Strange, when did he buy fruit?
He wanted to open his eyes and take a look, but there seemed to be another hand in his brain pulling on his nerves, telling him to continue to stay in this relaxed state, don't open his eyes or move, and let whatever happened around him happen. Nothing to do. It's like curling up in a warm bed on a cold winter morning, but still fighting against the lingering Sandman. As long as you relax your mind for a second, you may be overcome by it.
The back of my hand suddenly felt itchy, as if a mosquito had bitten it. This is also very strange, there should be no mosquitoes at this season.
"Can you hear my voice?" A voice came from nowhere.
"Who...is talking?" He didn't feel his lips moving, but the voice came out like this.
"tell me your name."
"Who...who are you?"
It seemed that even being injected with sodium thiopental while inhaling sevoflurane could not completely relieve his guard. Facing this man who was sitting in a trance on the sofa, the man in black standing in front of him was a little surprised - it seemed that although he was only a marginal figure, he should have received some training.
This is a good thing. A slight smile appeared on the corner of the man in black: This just shows that he is not ignorant.
Speaking of which, he hasn't used the same technique for more than a year, and he still feels nostalgic when he thinks about it.
He looked at his watch and set a 30-minute countdown. The effectiveness of the truth serum could only last half an hour. It's not that he can't extend the time, but if he wants to complete the interrogation without anyone noticing, he can't apply too large a dose to the person.
The person on the sofa still had his eyes closed, but his eyes were constantly moving, as if he had fallen into a dream.
"You have forgotten what I said, how dare you ask me questions!"
"Yes... I'm sorry, Miss Alice." The voice suddenly became humble.
"Where did you go just now?"
"I...didn't I just come back from your place?"
"Lie! Haven't you been to Yuquan Mountain?"
"Didn't I go to Yuquan Mountain yesterday? Besides, I just walked past the foot of that mountain."
"So, what are you doing there?"
"Didn't you tell me to go?"
"You're asking me questions again!"
"Sorry, sorry... I left Yunling City on Provincial Highway 211 yesterday morning and passed by the foot of Yuquan Mountain. I arrived at the Hilton Hotel where you stayed at about 11 a.m. and picked you up to go to Xingyue Night. In the afternoon, I went to DMT Life Science, I went to Yelan for dinner in the evening. At about 11 o'clock in the morning, according to your instructions, I took the same road as when I came in the morning, passing by the foot of Yuquan Mountain, along Provincial Highway 211, and went to Yunling City again That hospital.”
"Which hospital? What did you go to that hospital for?"
"Giving it away."
"who?"
"Miss Alice, I swear to you, I really didn't peek."
The person lying on the sofa was breathing rapidly, as if he was about to wake up from a dream. The man in black slowly pushed in the remaining medicine in the injection needle, and the man regained his composure.
"Tell me, where is the hospital you mentioned?"
"1/7 convenience store."
convenience store? Don't you mean hospital? Why did another convenience store pop up?
"I just told you what to do tomorrow, do you still remember it?"
"certainly."
"speak out."
"Before 9 o'clock tomorrow morning, I will pick you up at the hotel and then go to Mr. Fang's home in the East Lake Villa."
"My memory is not bad." He pretended to praise: "Then what?"
"Then...you didn't tell me."
"Idiot, you heard wrong. I was talking about before. When was the last time I met Mr. Fang?"
"On the 16th of last month, you had a meal with Mr. Fang at Yelan. When I sent you back, I met a friend of yours. How many times did you go to Xingyueye on the 6th and 12th of this month? , but I don’t know if you went to see Mr. Fang. I worked as Mr. Fang’s driver for two days on the 8th and 9th, and I don’t know if he saw you during this time.”
His sleep-like voice was spoken very slowly and softly, and one had to hold one's breath and concentrate to hear clearly.
Almost all the questions that can be asked have been asked, and sufficient information has been obtained. With his status, it is naturally impossible for him to know too many core secrets, and he has gained a lot today.
At this time, his eyes caught a glimpse of a one-meter-long metal cage placed in the corner.
"Where's that dog you have?"
"died."
"How did you die?"
"..."
"How did you die?"
"Killed by me."
"Why?"
"Because the dog is disobedient and always howls in the middle of the night."
"Then what?"
"Then I killed it."
"What happens after killing?"
"……threw……"
The man's breathing began to quicken again, and this time, even his hands and feet were twitching slightly. The man observing him frowned and looked at his watch. There were 8 minutes and 02 seconds left. After only 20 minutes, he showed signs of waking up. It seemed that this question made him want to avoid it more than all the previous ones.
Fortunately, this is not the focus of his investigation this time. Almost all the questions that should be asked have been asked, and it is time to retreat.
He opened the balcony window and had already observed and planned his arrival and retreat routes in advance.
This is the 5th floor. It’s not high or short. He put a very thin but extremely tough zipline on the railing of the balcony, took out a pair of black gloves from his coat pocket and put them on. Under the cover of the night, he climbed out of the balcony and jumped down deftly. , and immediately reached the 4th floor. With the help of a small platform protruding from the wall, he stabilized his body and continued downward. In about half a minute, he successfully reached the ground.
After untying the rope on the railing, the thin wire was automatically recovered into a small black cylinder hanging around his waist like a tape measure that could shrink automatically.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a pair of green eyes hidden in the darkness suddenly flashed, and a black cat gracefully walked out of the green belt, slowly squatting down, with a fluffy tail that was delicate and enchanting. The ground swayed, enclosing half of his body, and just looked at the man in black in front of him quietly, who looked as mysterious as him.
"You saw it." He was so pleased that he squatted down and stretched out his hand to the black cat. .
The black cat raised its head and sniffed his fingers tentatively, then moved its head up and rubbed it in his palm.
"Don't tell anyone."
