That night.
The plane arrived in Hong Kong Island.
Three police cars were already parked at the airport gate.
Li Shaoze and Superintendent Zhang were at the front, while police officers from the Interpol Department escorted the criminals behind them.
When a group of people arrived at the waiting police car, a police officer immediately opened the door and held out his hand for the officer to get in first.
After Li Shaoze lowered his head and glanced at his watch, he shook his head and said, "It's too late. You guys go back to the headquarters first. I'll go home directly."
"OK."
"Thank you for your help along the way, sir."
"Without your help, my matter would not have been solved so easily this time." Superintendent Zhang stood at attention and saluted, thanking Sir Li very formally.
Li Shaoze, on the other hand, did not show any sign of being serious. He waved his hand very casually and said in a polite manner, "You're welcome."
"It's your case, my case, after all, it's our case."
"What? Our case!" Superintendent Zhang froze on the spot, not understanding the meaning.
Li Shaoze frowned slightly, looking a little unhappy.
Superintendent Zhang understood immediately and stretched out his hand to shake the officer's hand: "Yes, yes, our case."
"Our Interpol Department will jointly handle this case with the Criminal Department. Fortunately, Chief Li."
"Um."
Li Shaoze nodded with satisfaction, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Take Li Wen back to the headquarters and interrogate him overnight. I will go to the Interpol Department to read the report tomorrow morning."
"Yes, sir."
"Fortunately."
Li Shaoze gave his final instructions, walked to the passage ahead to stop the car, and took a taxi home directly.
After Superintendent Zhang watched the chief leave, he got into the police car and escorted Li Wen back to the headquarters.
The Interpol Department has been following this case for many years. Now all the key members of the "Painter" group are dead, leaving only the leader "Painter" at large, and the only surviving member, Li Wen, is in the hands of the police. Judging from past experience, we are only a short distance away from solving the case.
I believe that the criminal's psychological defense will soon be broken through, and the identity of the real "painter" will be obtained. Then the "painter" can be arrested and the case announced.
At this time, Li Shaoze said that he wanted to handle the case together, and it was clear that he wanted to pick peaches and share the credit with the Interpol Department. It's just that the picking was more measured and the whole case was not snatched away directly.
But even so, if it were another person, it would be impossible for the Interpol Department to jointly handle the case with him. In other words, Sir Li has a lot of face, so everyone is willing to give him face. Moreover, Sir Li had also contributed to the matter of bringing Li Wen back, so the credit was not in vain.
Next, Sir Li will continue to follow up on the case. If any trouble occurs, Sir Li will be able to help resolve it.
Superintendent Zhang knew that no matter what, the account would not be a loss. Unfortunately, he was not as lucky as Sir Li and was able to take a taxi home to sleep.
After escorting the criminal to the police station, Superintendent Zhang quickly made a cup of coffee, stayed up late working with the police officers, and brought Li Wen into the interrogation room for interrogation.
Eh.
Sir Li's hair-plucking case is well-deserved.
…
the next day.
Morning.
Li Shaoze returned to the Criminal Department first and, as usual, finished Ah Xian's love breakfast.
Next, he walked out to the elevator and headed to Interpol's office area on the ninth floor.
"Sir Li, good morning."
Li Shaoze had just arrived at the office area when he bumped into Superintendent Zhang who had just come out of the tea room.
"morning."
After the two said hello, they walked toward the interrogation room inside. As Li Shaoze walked away, he asked, "Sir Zhang, how was the interrogation last night? Did Li Wen speak?"
Superintendent Zhang shook his head very distressedly and said: "No."
"As soon as you left, Li Wen started banging his head against the wall like he was crazy. No matter how we asked him, he didn't say anything."
"Oh?" Li Shaoze's tone was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, Interpol still couldn't arrest a criminal.
The two walked to the observation room together and looked at Li Wen in the interrogation room through the glass. Li Wen was still wearing a white shirt, lying face down on the table with a dull look on his face, while two police officers sat opposite him and stared at him.
Superintendent Zhang picked up an intercom and said to the police officers inside: "Xiao Shu, interrogate him!"
When a police officer opposite Li Wen received the news, he stood up and tapped his fingers on the table, shouting sternly: "Li Wen! Have you had enough sleep?"
"As long as you tell me where the 'painter' is, we'll let you get enough sleep!"
Li Wen slowly raised his head, leaned back on the chair weakly and wailed: "You can't say it, you can't say it. If you say it, people will die...it will kill people...we will all die by then!"
From Li Wen's frightened eyes and trembling body, it can be seen that his fear of the "painter" has reached its peak.
But what does it mean to die? Is the painter so talented?
Haha, it seems that the painter has a deep prestige in the entire group, and he once gave Li Wen a terrible impression. He was more afraid of being retaliated by the painter than going to jail.
"This guy has a mental problem." Superintendent Zhang pointed at his head and asked, "Sir Li, do you want to call a psychologist to take a look?"
"No, I majored in psychology."
"Let me go in and take a look."
Li Shaoze shook his head, turned around and walked out of the observation room, pushing open the iron door of the interrogation room.
"Sir Li."
The two police officers looked back and quickly stood up and saluted.
Li Shaoze nodded to them and without saying any more nonsense, he directly pulled up his chair and sat across from Li Wen and asked, "Tell me! Tell me everything you know about the painter, how you joined their team, or where the painter is."
"As long as you tell me, I will guarantee that you will be fine. If you don't say anything, I guarantee that you will be worse off than if you fell into the hands of a painter!"
Sir Li's voice was not loud, but his demeanor was very scary.
He had just used his mind-reading ability in the interrogation room and read two words from Li Wen's heart: "Fear!"
In order for Li Wen to reveal the information about the "painter", someone more frightening to him must appear.
Li is not talented, but he is very good at intimidation.
Almost no words are needed, just showing off his momentum and matching it with his reputation is enough to scare people to the point of peeing.
Sure enough, Li Wen began to fall silent at this time and stopped going crazy. After a brief thought, he raised his head and said: "I don't know where the painter is. After the exchange of fire in the hotel that day, the painter escaped."
"I can tell you the painter's information and help you make pictures, but I have a condition."
"I'm going to bail and get out of here."
Oops.
Isn't this crazy?
Are you looking down on me by rushing into the street?
Superintendent Zhang cursed secretly as he stood in the interrogation room, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and was about to call the police psychology consultant to come and do a psychological profile on the "painter".
This psychological profiling is an advanced method learned by Interpol from Europe and the United States.
I have tried it several times before and the results are pretty good.
And it's all done by the police's psychological consultants. It's really miserable when you think about psychological consultants. Not only do they have to provide counseling, but they are also sometimes arrested to assist in handling cases.
If you want to serve as a psychological consultant in the police force, you really can't do it without a few skills.
trial room.
Li Shaoze leaned on the chair, crossed his legs, looked at the opposite side with amusement and said with a smile: "If you want to be released on bail, you need a guarantor with identity. You don't want me to be the guarantor, do you?"
"To be honest, as long as you catch the painter, I can actually promise to be your guarantee."
"The premise is that the painter can be caught!"
Unexpectedly, Li Wen shook his head and said, "I want to see Ruan Wen. Ruan Wen can guarantee me."
"Ruan Wen?"
"Is that the hostage you kidnapped?"
Li Shaoze was stunned for a moment, and then the iron door behind him was pushed open.
Li Xin'er wore a long black dress and walked into the interrogation room holding a drawing board. She slowly came to sit next to Sir Li.
"Ruan Wen is the most well-known abstract female painter in the world. She has a good reputation internationally. She held an art exhibition on Hong Kong Island last year."
She was seen arranging the tools in her hands, and while explaining, she looked at Li Wen opposite.
Apparently, she is the police force's current psychological consultant and a profiler.
Li Shaoze was not surprised by Li Xin'er's arrival, because he knew that Li Xin'er had always been working in the police force.
And in the past ten years, there have been many opportunities for the two to meet. Li Xin'er also fell in love with Liu Jianming once, but it also failed. In the end, it became a memory of youth, and they had a good time.
Now Li Xin'er is taking good care of herself, and her appearance is still gentle and pleasant, but she has more of a mature woman's air. She has married a wealthy businessman from Hong Kong Island and has become a truly beautiful young woman.
Of course, she also went from a master's degree to a PhD in psychology from the University of Hong Kong. He also got the title of associate professor and gave several classes to Sir Li...
Li Shaoze nodded towards her, his eyes were quite kind, he just didn't say "Okay, teacher."
Now that even the psychological profiler has arrived, Sir Li stopped talking nonsense and nodded directly in agreement: "No problem, as long as we catch the painter, we will let Ruan Wen guarantee your parole."
"And I promise you, as long as the painter is convicted, we can not prosecute you."
"After all, according to the information, you are also forced to become a thief..."
Li Wen sat opposite, took a long breath, relieved his burden and said: "I want to see Ruan Wen first!"
boom!
Li Shaoze slapped a photo on the iron table, gave him a sharp look, and immediately walked to the camera and turned off the camera in the interrogation room with his hand.
You must not be too gentle when dealing with people like Li Wen.
After turning off the camera, he walked up to Li Xin'er and said, "Professor Li, let's go out for a cup of coffee and chat until Miss Ruan Wen comes."
"Okay." Li Xin'er nodded happily, put down the pencil in his hand, and followed Chief Li out of the interrogation room.
Before closing the door, Li Shaoze turned to the two waiters inside and ordered: "Please treat Mr. Li well, I will call Miss Ruan for him."
"Yes, sir."
The two men stood up and responded, knowing mentally what to do.
Li Shaoze locked the iron door with a snap and bumped into Superintendent Zhang who was walking towards him: "Check the relationship between Ruan Wen and Li Wen. After making sure there is no problem, call Ruan Wen and invite her to the police station." Come."
"clear."
Superintendent Zhang nodded in agreement readily, turned around and left.
Eh?
Didn't he just arrive? Why did he leave in despair again?
Superintendent Zhang turned around, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Li Shaoze took Li Xin'er into the tea room, poured her a cup of coffee and said, "Professor Li, thank you for your help this time."
"Sir Li, you're welcome." Li Xin'er smiled politely, but she didn't really want to deal with Li Shaoze. Because she watched Li Shaoze come up little by little, and even the teacher died in his hands, she knew how dangerous this person was. It was purely a ceremonial social interaction between the two, with no real friendship at all.
(End of chapter)
