"Well, there's a guy who can fly."
After Meng Fei said this, Ai Ting's face immediately turned gloomy, and her tone was sharp.
"You want to ride Teacher Zhu down the mountain?"
"No no no no."
Meng Fei shook his head like a rattle and responded calmly:
"Teacher Zhu just needs to fly down the mountain alone and ask the local Criminal Investigation Bureau to summon the supermarket salesperson back then to cooperate with the investigation.
"Boss Fan and I will take the sleep bus down the mountain tomorrow morning. We can find out the truth after a round of questioning."
According to Qingmang's laws, when the Criminal Investigation Bureau really has an investigation need, it can summon any citizen involved to cooperate with the investigation, and the other party cannot refuse.
If the other party refuses to cooperate, the Criminal Investigation Bureau has the right to detain him for 24 hours. It's just that when the time comes, you have to let him go.
"Okay, then I'll have to work hard on Teacher Zhu."
Ai Ting actually felt that there was no need to be so anxious.
Due to years of experience in handling cases, even if the dry ice incident mentioned by Meng Fei was true, she was inclined to believe that it was an accident caused by the supermarket salesperson's careless operation.
After so many years of interrogation, she has encountered countless trivial cases.
In real life, there are far more deaths caused by impulsive on-the-spot killings or accidental deaths caused by unintentional mistakes than carefully planned murders.
She has only seen the "perfect crime" that was truly planned by people.
This case has been going on for so long, and even if the suspect wanted to escape, he wouldn't rush to do it tonight. And the people participating in the game tonight are their own people, so there is no possibility of alerting the enemy.
But Meng Fei's serious attitude impressed her very much. There is no small matter in human life cases, and racing against time is the basic requirement for an excellent criminal investigation officer.
With his wife's permission, Meng Fei wrapped his down jacket outside his pajamas and pushed the door open. A gust of cold night wind blew in.
He went outside and closed the door. There are no street lights outside the house, only the dim light of the starry sky on a clear night. The huge mountains behind the house are like a wall painted in thick ink, occupying most of the sky.
Walking along the eaves to the main entrance and entering the living room, he found that An Sheng, Fan Bu and Chen Han were all half-lying on the boat, fighting for pesticides.
No, Dead Man is obviously an online game, and you can't play it without online authentication. This damn place doesn't even have a mobile phone signal, so how did they play?
This depends on Fatty Chen's expertise. He had studied the game safety of Pesticide of the Dead a long time ago, which included the topic of "using offline servers to achieve disconnected games".
In order to demonstrate the lack of security of the dead, he actually cracked the protocol and wrote a prototype of an offline server, which he stored on his mobile phone.
"Would you like to form a team?"
Meng Fei ignored the invitations from the singles and went up to the second floor, knocking on Suzaku's door.
It was not Suzaku who opened the door, but Xiao Han.
Except for Tang Wenwen who was alone in her room writing, Xiao Han and Mo Sheng were both pulled over by Suzaku, and the three of them sat on the bed playing "Fight the Landlord".
After Zhuque was ravaged by Meng Fei and Ai Ting in a landlord fight in Suanni's hotel, he was still dissatisfied. She is searching for the secret of Landlords through constant practice.
Xiao Han opened the door and saw Meng Fei, with a rather surprised expression on his face.
"Brother Meng, are you looking for Teacher Zhu?"
"Oh, yes."
Meng Fei nodded.
Leaving a hotel room for another woman in the middle of the night? Does your wife know?
The strange expression on Xiao Han's face flashed away, and he turned back to pull Mo Sheng.
"I know. We are all sleepy. I won't disturb you anymore. Go back to sleep."
Mo Sheng covered his mouth and yawned, and said, "Can we finally go back to sleep?"
Then he followed Xiao Han like a sleepwalker, and the two went out together.
There was only one Suzaku in the room, wearing a red silk suspender pajamas. She lay lazily on the pillow, looked at Meng Fei and smiled seductively:
"Why did you come to me?"
Meng Fei involuntarily took a step back, then explained his arrest and interrogation plan, and looked at Suzaku with guilty eyes.
Suzaku is known as his divine messenger, who can do anything for him and will not refuse to go out because of such a trivial matter as laziness.
But this thing is inherently annoying. You were exhausted and just went to bed, and your boss called you to work overtime? If there was no other way, Meng Fei would never do this.
"So this is ah."
Suzaku pinched the ends of his hair with some disappointment.
"But I can't go."
"Huh? Why?"
Meng Fei was surprised. He had no idea that Suzaku would reject his proposal.
"It's very simple."
Suzaku held the other pillow on the double bed in his arms like a pet, and his dark red hair was scattered on the snow-white pillow.
"I need to watch two women. One is your woman, the other is Luo An's woman."
She tied up her messy long hair.
"If I leave tonight and go down the mountain, then who cares about these two women."
"Are you saying that Luo An might appear? Or that other gods might take action against Ai Ting?"
"right."
Meng Fei suddenly realized that he had indeed relaxed his vigilance. Because this was within Qingmang territory, and they were traveling together as a group of supernatural beings, he felt very safe.
But Suzaku was right to be vigilant. Ai Ting is the one the gods need to kill in advance, while Qi Mei is the one Luo An needs to capture.
Although it is not easy for other gods to enter Qingmang's realm, using various means to infiltrate or using superpowers may pose a threat.
Suzaku had also left these two women before when he accompanied him to the Polar Star. But there is a prerequisite, that is, both Ai Ting and Mo Sheng stay in Muentang.
The power left behind by the goddess will protect them and ensure their safety.
But now on Tiantong Mountain, the situation is different. If Suzaku leaves, the two of them will not have the protection of the gods - even though Ai Ting herself is a goddess.
"Indeed. What if you take them both down the mountain together?"
Meng Fei didn't really want to do this, he just couldn't help but logically think about a possibility.
"Mortals are very heavy, okay. Just for this case, you want me to fly around with two people on my back?"
There was a dissatisfied look on Suzaku's face, and his mouth pouted, as if to say: "Do you really treat me as a special car?"
She is the goddess of destruction who kills people like crazy, even if she wants to destroy hundreds of millions of creatures in an instant without blinking an eye, this murder case cannot catch her eye at all, let alone be used as a taxi.
"Don't worry, don't worry, just leave this matter alone. Boss Fan and I will go down the mountain tomorrow."
Meng Fei shook his head quickly and stopped looking for a solution like an obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"Are you going down the mountain tomorrow? All travel plans will be ruined."
A pair of bare feet and long legs were showing off on the bed. Suzaku said with some disappointment.
"I will not participate in tomorrow's activities. You can continue to play according to Mo Sheng's plan."
At this time, Suzaku's eyes became serious.
"But there are so many people I have to look after."
Meng Fei smiled awkwardly:
"Am I also someone you want to protect?"
