Li Wen saw through Li Yongzhe's identity and knew that the Canadian police had been targeting him. He also turned against the group members because of his attitude towards Ruan Wen, which caused a fight, and then fled Thailand with Wu Xiuqing. Logically speaking, the two people were in danger, and the most important thing to do at that time was to live incognito for a few years, and wait until the situation calmed down before recruiting troops and setting sail again. But how did Li ask? Less than a month after escaping from HK, he went to MO and killed Uncle Xin's family of five. What does this mean? "
Lin Yue clicked hard on Li Wen's photo: "'The Painter' was not knocked down by the death of the group members at all. Even when he was likely to be exposed, he still had the courage to uphold the rules of the gang. It was also his gang rules."
"Listen to his confession again. What kind of person is Li Wen in it? He likes Ruan Wen so much that he would not hesitate to turn the woman he admires into her likeness. How would such a murderous and extremely intelligent person like him do this? Can a woman who can’t get it do this?”
Lin Yue still remembered what Li asked the fictional Fa Ge printmaker to say when watching the film - I am one of the very few men who do not live for women.
"So, does the image of a man who leads to the destruction of a group in order to protect a woman fit the identity of a 'painter', or does the image of a tyrant who does not live for women fit the identity of a 'painter'?"
After Lin Yue said these words, he looked at the four people opposite.
"To figure out which part of Li Wen's confession is true and which part is false, we must first figure out what kind of person he is, and then use his thinking to solve the doubtful points of the case. But it is a pity that you, me, and Madam, whether it is the Canadian police or the HK police, no one really knows him."
"Actually, there are several things worthy of consideration. For example, why did Madam's lighter appear in Wu Xiuqing's hand? When it was discovered, there was a small note with the ship's number inside. Another example is that Wu Xin served as a 'painter' The group has been in business for more than 20 years, so why can’t we just buy an antique clock with counterfeit money?”
Pa~
Pa~
Pa~
He Weilan clapped his hands.
"No wonder the Canadian police sent you here. If my senior brother was present when Li Wen was interrogating, maybe we wouldn't be led away by Wu Xiuqing and Li Wen."
He Weilan's name for him changed, from Mr. Lin and Officer Lin to senior brother.
The male police officer over there who was very dissatisfied with his arrival also nodded. He Weilan's reasoning in the case report based on the confession, evidence, and facts was discussed in detail by everyone. He thought it was perfect, but there was no I thought that Officer Lin from Canada just looked through the documents on the table and found so many doubtful things.
Although he didn't want to admit it, he did have the ability to laugh at and question them.
…
It was already evening when Lin Yue came out of the case analysis room.
The setting sun dyed half of the sky red, and the glass curtain walls of high-rise buildings seemed to be on fire.
The two of them did not get in the car immediately. They stood by the trash can at the entrance of the parking lot. Lin Yue took out two cigarettes, gave one to He Weilan, and put the other in his mouth.
"Thank you, senior brother."
She touched her trouser pocket and took out a lighter. Just as she was about to light Lin Yue's cigarette, she suddenly realized that the person opposite had taken out the lighter before her.
This is not the point. The point is that the two lighters are exactly the same.
Wipe~wipe~
Lin Yue turned the gear, lit the lighter, and handed it to her.
"What's wrong?" Seeing that she didn't move, he asked in a daze.
"Oh, nothing."
He Weilan quickly grabbed the lighter, put it back in her trouser pocket, moved her face forward, and let Lin Yue help her light the cigarette, and then the one she had in her mouth.
Phew~
A cloud of smoke billowed into the sky, blurring the time and space in front of him.
He Weilan holds a cigarette between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, and drags his right elbow with the back of his left hand, enjoying the relaxing moment of the day.
Calling it a day, sunset, and a cigarette, they are indispensable spices in her life.
"Senior brother."
"Um?"
"You look like one."
"Is it?"
He Weilan quickly denied it: "No, you are not like him, at least..."
She didn't finish the rest of the words because she didn't want to say that Lin Yue gave her too much pressure when he was concentrating on his work. She didn't feel so unbearable even when facing the director.
Lin Yue smiled and said nothing.
"Senior brother, what you said above...are you reserved?"
Lin Yue glanced at her: "Why do you say that?"
"Because if HK sends me to perform a mission in another country, I should be wary to a certain extent when facing the local police and will not trust the other party without reservation."
"That's right." Lin Yue lit off the ashes on the front of his cigarette and looked at the assault vehicles going in and out of the gate. "There are too many doubts in this case. A person who can deceive you with his story and acting skills will not be able to solve it." His own team? The 'painter''s father died eight years ago due to internal strife in the team. He didn't learn his lesson and was almost killed by his own people in a Tsim Sha Tsui hotel. He finally escaped and was betrayed by his own woman. In his confession He said that his father said that all men who achieve great things are because of women, so the 'painter' must have heard the saying that beauty brings disaster."
"The strong desire to survive made him lower his head and beg Wu Xiuqing for forgiveness. What happened next? Why didn't he put on a good show? Last year, she was able to report him to the Thai police for using counterfeit money because he insisted on going to Ruan Wen. After this incident, he Why didn't you learn from it and reflect deeply? Why did Wu Xiuqing take away your lighter? And then, sooner or later, he blew up the yacht in front of the police? There were too many coincidences in the whole process."
"One coincidence is a coincidence, two coincidences are a coincidence, but three coincidences are not necessarily a coincidence."
He Weilan turned sideways.
"Senior brother, you are saying... this may be a trap carefully planned by them? But why is this?"
Lin Yue shook his head: "I don't know why, so I have to investigate."
He Weilan said: "I asked people to collect biological samples from the corpses for DNA testing. The deceased are indeed Li Wen and Wu Xiuqing."
Lin Yue took a puff of cigarette: "But you have no direct evidence to prove that Li Wen is the 'painter'."
He Weilan felt like he had led him into a ditch, and the originally clear chain had become a mess.
When the cigarette burned until only the filter was left, Lin Yue threw it into the trash can and walked towards He Weilan's car. At this time, an assault vehicle drove in from the entrance. The moment people and cars passed by, he saw the owner. The face of the police officer in the driver's seat.
No. 28818, Wu Zhihui, the New Territories branch car commander, the unlucky kid who was framed as a "painter" by Li Wenzi.
"What are you looking at?" He Weilan, who had already entered the cockpit, looked down at him.
"Nothing." Lin Yue opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.
"Brother, don't you need to be jet-lagged?" He Weilan chatted with him while driving.
Lin Yue said: "I can't sleep if I have something on my mind."
nonsense.
Officer Lin never drafts his lies.
For people who only need three or four hours of sleep a day, do they need jet lag?
"Senior brother, it's getting late. Do you want to go get something to eat first?"
"OK."
"It's your first time in HK. How about I take you to eat beef brisket noodles?"
"Nine records in Central?"
"right."
"Go to the pai dong on Jishili Street next door."
"Senior brother, is this really your first time in Hong Kong?"
"Oh, I talked to a friend before I came here. He said that Jiuji has too many diners and the attitude of the waiters is very bad. The Shuiji beef brisket at the stall on Jishili Street next to it feels much better."
He Weilan glanced at him a few more times, but said nothing and followed Lin Yue's advice and drove to Jishili Street.
More than half an hour later, after dinner, He Weilan sent him downstairs to the hotel.
Lin Yue didn't get out of the car immediately, but asked her for her home phone number. After that, he took out a photo from his suit pocket and handed it to her.
"I think you need it more than I do."
He Weilan took it and took a look, his expression changed.
The photo was taken in front of the RCMP headquarters in Ottawa. The man inside looked sideways at the camera, as if he was trying to stop someone while walking. The camera captured the moment he turned back.
It was Li Yongzhe, the man who broke into her heart last year.
"How did you..."
"How do I know?" Lin Yue opened the car door: "As a foreign policeman performing an undercover mission, under what circumstances can a local female police officer ignore discipline and willingly help him?"
"By the way, I forgot to tell you, I bought my lighter with Yongzhe in Ottawa's Chinatown. When he officially joined the Royal Mounted Police, we ate Cantonese food in the evening."
He Weilan stared out the window blankly, while Lin Yue walked further and further away, and was eventually obscured by the flow of people passing by the hotel door.
Why can't you hide anything from him?
She had obviously written the case report with great restraint and without any personal feelings, but in the end, he still discovered the emotions between the lines.
He Weilan sat in the car for a long time, finally shook his head, put the photo in the storage box, and drove out of the hotel.
Four hours later, she had just taken a shower and was getting ready to go to bed when she suddenly received a phone call.
A man's voice came from the other side of the phone. It was very familiar: "Inspector He Weilan?"
"I am."
"Lin Yue."
"Brother, why are you calling so late?"
"Can I trust you?"
He Weilan pondered for a moment: "Of course."
"Do me two favors."
"What's the business? Tell me."
"Help me determine Ruan Wen's whereabouts and find out where she is now. I think...she should have left you a contact number."
"good."
"What about the second one?"
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