Liu Jianming, who rode away on his motorcycle, returned home. He covered his face and cried bitterly.
Suddenly he raised his head. With many years of undercover experience, he felt that the layout of the home was different.
photo…
The photos at home had been moved, and the moment he took them down, a note floated down.
The note, cut from a newspaper, read: I've been watching you.
Liu Jianming slumped on the sofa, grabbing his hair and wailing loudly.
Hell strikes again…
…
Lin Zishe really saw the scene of Ni Yongxiao's death. He was leaning on the car door on the other side of the street and looking towards the police station door.
Lu Qichang saw Lin Zishe, who smiled and waved to him.
Lu Qichang narrowed his eyes, which made him suspect that Lin Zishe was responsible.
But Lin Zishe is not a fool. He did this and showed up at the scene to deliberately attract attention.
Lin Zishe lowered his head towards Lu Qichang, saying: Do you want to talk to me?
Lu Qichang looked at the chaotic environment at the scene, and then looked at Lin Zishe.
Lin Zishe leaned against the car door and looked at him with a smile.
Lu Qichang pursed his lips and walked towards Linzishe.
Lin Zishe opened the door and took out a bag, then turned and walked towards the park behind him.
Lin Zishe sat on a chair next to the old man's leisure in the park, and Lu Qichang sat next to him.
"Sir Lu."
Lu Qichang couldn't understand Lin Zishe, so he asked bluntly,
"Lin Sheng, what's the matter?"
"You are here to admire your masterpiece, are you going to show it off to me?"
Lin Zishe took out two cups of milk tea from the bag, shook it and handed it to Lu Qichang.
"Sir Lu, you can try the products in my new store. In the future, you can order milk tea from my store. There happens to be one open not far from here."
Lu Qichang took the milk tea from Lin Zishe's hand. He picked it up and looked at it. He saw some round black balls inside.
"Lin Sheng, you didn't come to me just for sales, did you?"
"Sir Lu, you didn't come here just to see my handsome boy, right?"
Lin Zishe handed Lu Qichang a straw, and he inserted the straw into the milk tea in Lu Qichang's hand with a snap.
"Snapped!"
Lu Qichang was frightened by the sudden sound, and Lin Zishe looked at Lu Qichang with a mischievous smile.
Lin Zishe took the cup from Lu Qichang's hand, and he drank it directly.
"Sir Lu, if you want, just insert the straw yourself."
"I don't drink drinks from unknown sources. When I was a kid, police officers on TV taught me not to drink drinks from strangers."
Lin Zishe pouted and spread his hands.
"Do you want to know the inside story? If you want to know the inside story, drink milk tea."
“…”
Lu Qichang couldn't understand Lin Zishe more and more, but he could feel Lin Zishe's friendliness.
He put in another cup of milk tea and took a sip. He tasted pearls in his mouth. The pearls had a chewy texture and the milk tea was sweeter, suitable for young people.
Lin Zishe glanced at Lu Qichang,
"Luo Ji is an undercover agent, right?"
“…”
Lu Qichang turned his head and looked at Lin Zishe with squinted eyes.
Lin Zishe gave him a smile,
"Relax, I recognized him at first sight, and I think Ah Xiao should have recognized him too. If the gunman hadn't appeared, Luo Ji might have died."
Lu Qichang did not dare to continue following Lin Zishe's topic.
"Did you find that gunman?"
Lin Zishe frowned, with a puzzled look on his face that seemed to say: What question are you asking?
"You think so?"
"Does the shooter's movements and shooting position feel a bit familiar to you?"
Lu Qichang rolled his eyes and tilted his head slightly, lost in thought.
Because he was worried that Chen Yongren and Luo Ji unconsciously followed them to the door of the police station, he also saw the whole process.
The gunman's shooting movements and shooting positions were obviously trained by the police.
Lin Zishe looked at Lu Qichang's thoughtful look and raised an index finger.
"Sir Lu, you are thinking about a problem."
"Could the gunman be the gunman who killed Ni Kun four years ago?"
Lu Qichang narrowed his eyes. If he wanted to find someone from within the Ni family to kill Ni Yongxiao, Han Chen wouldn't do it, and the four leaders wouldn't dare.
Only Han Chen's wife, Mary, would do it. Four years ago, Mary killed Ni Yongxiao's father, Ni Kun.
The gunman's style is indeed very similar to that of the gunman four years ago, and his physical appearance is also very similar to that described in the case.
Lu Qichang has been staring at the Ni family for many years, and has reviewed a mountain of files and information.
Luo Ji has been undercover for 7 years, while Chen Yongren has only been undercover for 4 years. This can prove that he targeted the Ni family earlier than Huang Zhicheng.
Lu Qichang naturally knew that Ni Kun's death was still at the scene. Ni Kun was shot to death multiple times, but this time Ni Yongxiao was shot to death.
4 years ago, it was without professional training, and 4 years later, it was with professional training...
Lu Qichang's pupils dilated, and he came to a terrible conclusion.
"The police station has an undercover agent!"
"Bingo~"
Lin Zishe snapped his fingers and said to Lu Qichang with a smile,
"Hey, did you say that you gained something big from chatting with me this time?"
"Achieve a lot."
Lu Qichang narrowed his eyes. He really couldn't understand what was going on in Lin Zishe's mind.
"But I want to ask why?"
"Police-citizen cooperation."
Lin Zishe answered perfunctorily, and he nuzzled towards Lu Qichang's milk tea.
Lu Qichang looked at the milk tea sideways in confusion. Only then did he realize what Lin Zishe meant. Lu Qichang bit the straw and took a big sip.
Lin Zishe nodded with satisfaction and asked Lu Qichang,
"Sir Lu, I am the speaker, you should have read the information, you should know what I hate?
"D grade."
Lin Zishe snapped his fingers and said to Lu Qichang meaningfully,
"Bingo~"
"Even if you knew it, you wouldn't have imagined it."
"Sometimes the truth is more magical than you think."
When Lu Qichang heard Lin Zishe's words, he was stunned. The truth is really magical, just because...
Lin Zishe smiled and said to Lu Qichang,
"What you are facing is that cold information. Is it really possible for you to understand me based on the information?"
"You don't even know Huang Zhicheng, the subordinate you live with day and night, let alone me in the information."
"I've seen the police beat up an autistic hawker who lived under the community to get food. The hawker and her girlfriend were almost killed by the police."
"What is black? And what is white?"
"The world is not black and white, Sir Lu."
Lu Qichang put his hand on his forehead and looked down at the park floor. He raised his head and the doubts in his heart lingered like fog.
"Why?"
Lin Zishe nuzzled at the milk tea in Lu Qichang's hand.
Lu Qichang picked up the milk tea and drank it in a big gulp. The milk tea had bottomed out, leaving only the pearls.
Lin Zishe showed a mischievous smile to Lu Qichang. He stood up and patted Lu Qichang on the shoulder.
"Sir Lu, leave me a phone number."
Lu Qichang saw Lin Zishe's mischievous smile and knew that Lin Zishe was just tricking him into drinking milk tea.
"What? You want me to be a criminal policeman?"
"Good citizens provide clues."
Lu Qichang laughed. He tore a page from the notebook on his chest and wrote down the number to Lin Zishe.
Lin Zishe left a figure behind for Lu Qichang,
"The hawker's girlfriend doesn't have an ID card. Get her an ID card. Think of it as compensation for the misfortune."
Lu Qichang looked at Lin Zishe's back. He thought Lin Zishe was very interesting.
He shouted towards Lin Zishe’s back,
"What role did you play in Ni Yongxiao's case? If you tell me, I will help you get it!"
"Sir Lu, I am adding fuel to the flames~"
During this conversation between Lu Qichang and Lin Zishe, he felt much more relaxed. It wasn't that the case had a direction, but...
…
Huang Zhicheng picked up the phone and called Mary, but no one answered. He called Han Chen, but no one answered.
With trembling lips and curved corners of his mouth, he lay on the table and cried silently.
I was wrong…
