Gao Jin has been working in London for almost half a year, and he has suffered a lot of injustices and dangers during this period...
How could he let go of the other party so easily?
To put it bluntly, Mr. Gao is also a fisherman, but he does it in a more graceful manner, and he is polite when he hits people.
"Long Wu!"
"If Mr. Chen doesn't tell the truth again..."
"Please remove his legs."
Mr. Xiao Gao put away the "Big Brother" antenna on his hand, turned back to the window, lowered his head and took out a box of hairspray, and slowly wiped it across the back of his head.
A very important thing for Mr. Xiao Gao to maintain his grace is to carry hair gel with him and always take time to refill it.
As the saying goes: the head can be cut off, the blood can flow, and the hairstyle cannot be messed up.
The "God of Gamblers" idol carries a heavy burden.
I saw more than a dozen men in suits holding iron rods standing next to the houses and tightly surrounding the houses and bungalows.
Long Wu nodded, picked up a shovel next to him, strode towards the "tongue" on the ground, supported the shovel with both hands, and stood condescendingly in front of the "tongue".
"Qiang!"
"Mr. Chen, I'll give you ten seconds at the end."
"Otherwise, Mr. Xiao Gao is patient, and even the boss behind me is patient!"
Long Wu's expression remained unchanged, and a murderous aura rushed out.
He was born in the special forces and experienced the Vietnam War. He has always used ruthless and courageous methods under his calm tone.
"Talk about it!"
"Miss Ruan is here..."
Mr. Chen moved his buttocks and backed away repeatedly. His tone was tense and frightened.
He was in the shadow of Long Wu and had long lost his sense of resistance.
At this time, Gao Jin finished applying hair gel and suddenly turned back with a smile on his lips.
"It seems there are clues to the matter." Zhuang Shikai put down the phone in Hong Kong Island and thought thoughtfully.
"That's right. Xiao Gao has been following up on this matter in London. I am deducing the plot based solely on the information from my past life. I have to put a question mark on whether I can deduce a true promise."
"But he personally participated in the incident, and the clues and information he captured are undoubtedly the closest to the truth."
"Since it only takes four hours, I will wait for him for four hours!" Zhuang Shikai laughed heartily, sat down and opened the documents, picked up the pen, and began to interrogate and approve some official documents.
It should be some time before "Nguyen Wen" from Hong Kong Island comes to the police station. Sir Zhuang has a lot of official duties on hand, and it is impossible for him to wait in the interrogation room like ordinary police officers...
Naturally, he used all available time to give instructions on other official matters at hand.
With Sir Zhuang's current status, he rarely participates in front-line operations, collecting clues and playing decryption games.
Unless this action involves political factors!
Although the case of the "Painter" Group has certain political uses, it is only a certain part of the task and is not worthy of Sir Zhuang's personal work...
Therefore, the most important source of judgment for Sir Zhuang is the plot clues he knew in his previous life...
There’s nothing wrong with that!
But movies are actually divided into many types, including action, crime, daily life, suspense, etc... Most of the genre clues are clear enough to directly determine the murderer, including action, crime, daily life, etc...
When he was young, Sir Zhuang relied on his clear "prophet" advantage to crack down on crime and solved many cases. There was only one case in which he could not use his "prophet" advantage.
That's a "suspense" type of case.
If you rely too much on your prophetic advantage in this type of case, you can easily fall into a thinking trap and be deceived by designed routines.
Because the information given in this type of case is inherently confusing, and even the ending is open-ended, or the story is not really made clear.
Haha, although "Wushuang" belongs to the crime genre, it undoubtedly also has a suspense background. Everything is confusing and shrouded in a fog.
Sir Zhuang knows the secrets inside and reminds himself all the time before sending his men to do things.
And now he has strong soldiers and horses, each with his own characteristics. They are all guys who can stand alone and have outstanding abilities.
Not only within the police force, but also outside the police force.
What kind of chemical reaction will there be when Gao Jin bumps into the painter?
Zhuang Shikai believed in Gao Jin's ability and handled the case with ease, using his time on official duties to wait for the answer to the chemical reaction.
"Da da da."
Half an hour later, Meiko raised her arm and tapped on the door with her knuckles.
"Please come in."
Zhuang Shikai lowered his head and replied.
Meazi pushed open the glass door, stood at the door of the office, and said loudly: "Sir Zhuang, Miss Ruan has arrived at the headquarters."
"Change to a larger office and arrange a meeting between him and Li Wen. This time I will personally participate in the interrogation." Zhuang Shikai closed the document, put down the pen, raised his head and confessed again: "Notify the region of martial law, be careful."
When Zhuang Shikai was signing the folder just now, he was browsing the information and thinking secretly.
He smelled something dangerous.
You must be on guard first!
"Yes! Sir!" Meako looked surprised, but replied immediately.
She was a little confused as to why the entire region was under martial law when interrogating a criminal. The person invited was not the artist "Ruan Wen" but a time bomb?
The commander has given orders.
Just do it!
"Yes." Zhuang Shikai stood up with support on his desk, clicked, and walked out of the office gently.
He followed the corridor and entered the stairs, passed two flights of stairs, and arrived at the interrogation room on the third floor.
Since the floors are relatively close, there is no need to take the elevator.
Meazi went directly to the criminal headquarters to issue the martial law order ordered by the superior. After Zhou Huabiao received the order, he immediately organized the troops of the region to initiate martial law.
Zhuang Shikai opened the door and walked into the interrogation room. The police officers in the interrogation room immediately stood up and shouted: "Sir Zhuang, Sir Zhuang."
Chen Jiaju, Yu Haonan and others stood up one after another with respectful expressions...
Li Wen looked embarrassed, wearing handcuffs and shackles, sitting on a chair next to the conference table. Ruan Wen wore a long black dress with a silk scarf wrapped around his neck. His facial features were very delicate but his makeup was heavy.
I saw her wearing sunglasses, holding a cigarette between her fingertips, sitting quietly on a chair next to the long table, with a cold and arrogant attitude.
At this time, everyone had changed from the small single interrogation room to a large and spacious interrogation room.
Zhuang Shikai turned his attention to Ruan Wen, then glanced at Li Wen, and finally settled on Ruan Wen's face. He walked directly to Ruan Wen, took off the cigarette in her hand and threw it directly into the water glass: "Smoking is not allowed in the police station. .”
Ruan Wen paused with his raised right arm, exhaled, and slowly exhaled a mouthful of white smoke.
She looked at the cigarette ashes floating in the water glass in front of her, raised her hand to take off her sunglasses, and chuckled with her red lips: "Sorry, sir."
Her voice is very clear and sweet, and her attitude also reveals the aloofness of an artist.
That chuckle even contained disdain!
It's not that smoking is forbidden in the police station, but Sir Zhuang doesn't want her to smoke.
Yu Haonan and Chen Jiaju were not surprised by the behavior of "Ruan Wen", because artists are always aloof, do not hold real power, and are looked down upon by high-status Hong Kong talkers... That reluctance is understandable.
Zhuang Shikai turned back to Li and asked, "Can you tell me where the painter is?"
Li Wen took a deep breath: "I want Ruan Wen to bail me out!"
Ruan Wen took out a stack of banknotes and placed it on the table: "I know."
"I haven't seen you for many years, and if you ask me to meet you now, you must be asking for my help."
Ruan Wen raised his gaze and looked at Sir Zhuang: "Although he and I have broken up many years ago, because of our past friendship, I want to be her guarantor..."
"Do it!" At this time, Chen Jiaju stepped forward and cursed: "Where do you think the region is? You can just bail if you say bail?"
However, Yu Haonan suppressed him and said: "Ruan Wen is a member of the World Painters Association, the honorary president of the Hong Kong Island Art Association, and the honorary tutor of the Department of Fine Arts of the University of Hong Kong. He is a social celebrity..."
"Okay! I promise to bail you!" Zhuang Shikai answered first.
Li Wensong sighed, picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, exhaled for a long time, and finally looked at Ruan Wen and said: "The painter is on Hong Kong Island!"
"Where on Hong Kong Island?"
“Dafu Group!!!”
Zhuang Shikai suddenly became shocked!
Yu Haonan and Chen Jiaju had never heard of the name "Dafu Group" and did not know the meaning behind the name.
If Li Wen is telling the truth, then he is not a painter. The real painter is always in Hong Kong, doing the lowest and most humble job.
Hide yourself in a cesspool! This way no one will find out!
Where is the best place to hide gems?
What a cesspit!
Everyone avoids it and stays far away, so how can anyone find it?
This is called "self-defilement"!
Desecrate yourself in order to protect yourself.
"Dry!"
"You're going to be tricked by Brother Ma!"
Zhuang Shikai thought for a moment that he had been led into a ditch and into a thinking trap three steps ago...
"wrong!"
But after his initial shock, he immediately realized: "There are too many things that don't make sense!"
"careful!"
"Don't let the person in front of you lie to you!"
Who is true and who is false is still unknown.
It’s stupid to listen to anyone else!
Whether it’s the person in front of me or the person before.
The best way is to seek verification from multiple sources and wait for Mr. Xiao Gao’s summons...
If Xiao Gao is also...
no!
no!
Zhuang Shikai is going crazy!
For the first time, he felt confused, as if he was standing in front of a fork in the road and didn't know which way to go.
He needs a guiding light now!
"Hehehe..."
In the conference room, Li Wen sneered in his heart.
"Surprised! Shocked!"
"This man is shocked!"
Sure enough, the most useful thing in the world is not bullets, but brains! As long as you use your brain well, bullets can't hit you, and you can kill people without firing a gun!
"Bang bang bang!!!" At this time, there was a burst of gunfire downstairs in the headquarters, and a communication came from the walkie-talkie on Chen Jiaju's waist: "There is a suspicious person on the second floor! Criminal Group A has exchanged fire with him!"
"Da da da!!!" A burst of more intense gunshots came.
Chen Jiaju and Yu Haonan's expressions changed.
"Wow!" Zhuang Shikai immediately pulled out his pistol, pointed it at Li in front of him and asked, "Do you think I have to guess?"
"I can stop guessing now!!!"
Li Wen's heartbeat quickened instantly: "Dong dong dong."
He was also shocked!
He couldn't figure out how the hidden hand could be discovered in advance? Did the police foresee this before? The consequence of the secret hand being discovered is that Zhuang Shikai can blame him at any time and kill him directly in the name of "resisting the police attack."
