Standing in the corridor at the entrance of the company, Zhan Jingyi looked at Wu Yali and asked, "What exactly is going on?"
"I just heard from Mo Wenti that one of the businesses he is responsible for involves the recycling of old items, which means recycling useful items from some abandoned cities, analyzing the valuable items, and then selling them to the corresponding buyers."
"In a previous business, there seemed to be an accident and all the items were lost. And when he was negotiating with the company where the items were stored, he discovered that there was no record of the items being stored. Therefore, he suspected that someone They made false accounts or other means in the middle to blackmail their company's items."
"For this reason, Mo Wenti found the person in charge of the company where the items were stored and asked for an explanation. For some reason, it turned out that he had embezzled and misappropriated public funds. In the end, he was arrested by people from the Security Bureau. All of this He told me this before he went to find someone to comment. Before he went there, he had a premonition that the whole incident was very abnormal."
After listening to Wu Yali's words, Zhan Jingyi touched his chin and thought silently. It seemed that this matter was very simple. There should be something valuable in this batch of items that attracted the attention of some powerful people.
But it seems unnecessary. You have to go through such twists and turns and trouble to get these items. Since they are items for sale, why not buy them directly if you have the money?
Then why does it have to be so troublesome to destroy these items, and then frame Mo Wenti and imprison him?
What on earth is this for?
Is there any hidden information in it?
If so, what would be the next step if I were the bad guy?
Do we need to kill those who know the truth?
Because only the dead are the ones who can really keep secrets. If you follow this logic...
Mo Wenti... seems to be in danger!
Thinking of this, Zhan Jingyi's eyes flashed coldly, he dared to touch his friend, it seemed that he came at the right time.
Mo Wenti was just arrested this morning. If he was going to take action, it would be tonight.
Who did Wu Yali say he was captured just now? Oh, by the way, there is a guard station below the guard hall.
Then I...need...
"Let me ask you a question, how do you get yourself into jail?"
Zhan Jingyi looked at Wu Yali seriously and asked a question he wanted to know the answer to.
…
Seeing Wu Yali's confused expression, Zhan Jingyi smiled. It seemed that he had to find a solution on his own.
How on earth can you land yourself in jail? And can we see our good brother Mo Wenti as soon as possible?
Suddenly, Zhan Jingyi looked inside the company at the end of the corridor, and he had some ideas.
Maybe, you can do this...
Half an hour later.
Two policemen in charge of the security post escorted Zhan Jingyi, who had his hands cuffed behind his back, out of the company door.
Not far behind, Manager Liu covered his head with one hand, and blood was bleeding from the covered area. He said in an aggrieved voice: "You psycho, okay, why did you come in and hit my head with a cup?"
Wu Yali stood in the corridor, holding a backpack that Zhan Jingyi was carrying before, and looked at Zhan Jingyi silently.
Zhan Jingyi grinned silently at her. Before he hit Manager Liu, he had already put all his belongings in his bag and gave them to Wu Yali for safekeeping.
For the sake of insurance, he even asked Wu Yali to use the satellite phone in his bag to call Aili's phone number stored on it in times of crisis to seek her help.
As for Wu Yali's concern about his safety after entering the guard station, Zhan Jingyi said calmly: "Maybe it's not me who should be worried."
…
Beep~woo, beep~woo, a siren sounded on the street below the office building.
A police car sped off into the distance with its siren flashing.
In the police car, a police officer was driving in the front, and in the back row of the police car, two police officers followed the usual practice, sandwiching Zhan Jingyi on the left and the right. After all, he had just beaten a citizen, which showed that he had a certain tendency to violence. .
At this time, Zhan Jingyi's hands were handcuffed behind his back. The two police officers around him were bigger than him, so he was squeezed into a small position in the middle of the back row. He looked a little pitiful and weak. .
Moreover, Zhan Jingyi's hands were handcuffed behind his back, which made him sit uncomfortable and he often twisted his body.
Although he has been working in the 502 Station for some time and occasionally rides in a police car, riding in a police car as a criminal for the first time is also a different life experience.
During the ride, he looked out the window from time to time, as if he felt something new.
Compared with his relaxed and natural appearance, the two police officers beside him did always maintain a serious and vigilant look, sitting silently, with their backs straight and their muscles tense.
"Comrade police...can you ask me something?"
Zhan Jingyi looked away from the window, looked up at the policeman beside him and asked.
The two police officers looked at him, and one of the older police officers asked: "What's going on?".
Zhan Jingyi smiled at the two police officers and said, "Excuse me, are the people who committed crimes and were arrested from here all locked up in the same place?"
When the two police officers heard this, they looked at each other, with a look of vigilance in their eyes. The older police officer said, "What? Do you have any accomplices?"
"Don't get me wrong, a friend of mine was arrested this morning, and I wanted to confirm whether we will be locked up together."
The other young police officer twitched the corner of his mouth and shouted: "You have broken the law, you know? There is still time to inquire about the accomplices."
Zhan Jingyi turned to look at the young police officer and said with a smile: "I know it's illegal to break someone's head, but that's because he framed my friend first. Besides, I didn't resist when you arrested me."
"What? You still want to resist?" The young police officer looked at Zhan Jingyi with his eyes wide open.
"That's not what I meant. I was just stating the facts. I hope you don't misunderstand me?"
Seeing the angry look on the young police officer's face, Zhan Jingyi found it very interesting. While explaining, he asked: "Mr. Police Officer, my arms are handcuffed behind my back like this when riding in a car. It's very uncomfortable. Can you handcuff me in front of me?" "
Before the older policeman could speak, the young policeman snorted and said, "Just stay here quietly. What comfort do you want after breaking the law?"
Zhan Jingyi explained patiently: "Even if I hit someone and broke the law, it's not a serious crime. It's really uncomfortable to handcuff me and ride in a car like this. If you don't help, then I have to do it myself."
"Haha, you are quite capable, then you can do it yourself." The young police officer laughed after hearing what he said.
The next moment, the two police officers beside Zhan Jingyi turned green, as if they didn't believe their eyes.
…
In the eyes of the two police officers, Zhan Jingyi seemed to have turned into a cartwheel, and his hands that were handcuffed behind his back turned forward from his head in a way that violated human cognition.
This action is no less surprising than when you are in a movie theater and see the person in front of you do a 180-degree loop on his neck.
The two police officers' faces turned green, and the hair on their bodies stood up. They held down the guns at their waists fiercely, but they did not dare to move.
Such inhuman actions, at first glance, are not something that ordinary people can do. The young man in front of him is either a mutant or some kind of monster.
No matter what kind of person he is, he is definitely not something that the two police officers can deal with...
Zhan Jingyi moved his cuffed wrists, leaned his back against the seat, and said with a smile, "I feel comfortable now."
"..."
At this moment, the young policeman on the left looked a little frightened and quietly moved to the left.
Zhan Jingyi looked at the young policeman curiously and saw that he actually made a small space for him in such a crowded environment. He was really a good person.
Ever since, Zhan Jingyi smiled and said to the young police officer, "Thank you."
As a result, he found that the police officer's face turned greener, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes when he looked at Zhan Jingyi.
The two police officers looked at each other, and the older police officer on the right also tried hard to move to the right.
This time, the back seat, which was originally not very spacious, had to squeeze out a large space for Zhan Jingyi in the middle.
The two police officers now only hope that the police car will arrive at the guard station as soon as possible. If it is dragged on, they are not sure whether they will take out their guns and shoot Zhan Jingyi.
At this time, they were looking at Zhan Jingyi's calm expression and kind eyes, and they always felt that under such calmness, this young man was really scary.
But now, they actually want to sit in a car with such a person and personally escort him back to the police station...
At this moment, the young police officer prayed to all the gods he knew in his heart.
He seemed to feel the tension of the two police officers, and he also realized that his actions just now seemed a bit too weird.
After all, a mutant's mastery of the body's muscles and bones makes such a small movement nothing.
But this seemingly "ordinary" action is a bit outrageous to normal people...
"Don't be nervous." Thinking of this, Zhan Jingyi quickly comforted them and said, "I'm not a bad person, don't worry..."
