When Bai Mo and the other three came to the corner of the second floor, the bald man chased them.
"Brother!" The bald man stopped Lu Yang with a smile. Seeing Lu Yang's dissatisfied look, he quickly handed over a stack of cards, "I forgot to give you the chips."
Lu Yang casually looked at the so-called chips, which were just some cards with the mahjong parlor logo on them.
The bald man further explained: "You just have to agree on the value of the chips. My business needs to be stable. If you throw a bunch of cash on the table or make some transfers, I won't be able to explain to you if the police investigate!"
"The boss is really cautious in his work." Lu Yang said this and walked upstairs.
When they arrived on the third floor, Lu Yang and Meng Xiu looked at each other and then at Bai Mo.
The door of 301 was open at the moment, and there was a strong smell of smoke coming from inside, but no one was seen.
After just a pause, Lu Yang continued to move forward, walked into 307 and sat at the mahjong table.
Bai Mo sat down and was about to speak when Meng Xiu suddenly covered his mouth and made a silent gesture.
Lu Yang held a stack of chips and kept tapping them on the mahjong table, with a solemn expression on his brows.
After a while, Lu Yang threw the chips on the table and whispered: "The environment is too bad, let's find another place."
The three of them returned to the first floor again, but the bald man did not appear. Lu Yang looked around and found that no one was paying attention to them and left the mahjong parlor.
Back in the car, Lu Yang took out a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking by himself.
"Ma Zhenwei obviously just left, why didn't he chase after him?" Bai Mo asked in confusion.
Meng Xiu rolled his eyes, "There is only one staircase to go upstairs. We didn't bump into him, which means there is a secret door in the mahjong parlor. How long do you think it will take us to find the secret door?"
Apart from solving crimes, Bai Mo was not good at tracking or arresting people. He really didn't think too much about it.
"Now we need to determine a question." Lu Yang said, "Is the bald man and Ma Zhenwei a group? He may have recognized Bai Mo's identity and suddenly stopped us to give us chips. It seems reasonable, but it is also a coincidence. , very much like buying time for Ma Zhenwei to leave.
Of course, there is another situation. Someone on the first floor of the mahjong parlor gave Ma Zhenwei a break. He recognized Bai Mo as a policeman and notified Ma Zhenwei. "
Lu Yang and Meng Xiu came to Meihai City for the first time, and they often sneaked into casinos and other places, so they had long learned how to hide the prosecutor's temperament.
Bai Mo was different. He didn't look like a social person, and he was also a local policeman. The only explanation Lu Yang could find was that someone recognized Bai Mo.
"What you said is too strange." Bai Mo retorted, "If Ma Zhenwei was so afraid of seeing the police, why would he come out to play mahjong openly?"
Lu Yang and Meng Xiu looked at Bai Mo at the same time. They both felt that Bai Mo's reminder was spot on and they had indeed ignored the problem.
Ma Zhenwei dared to come to the casino to play mahjong, which showed that he was not worried about being targeted by others, but why did he leave suddenly? Is there really an emergency?
When several people were guessing back and forth in Lu Yang's car, they were in an office of a mahjong parlor.
The bald man brewed tea slowly, took a sip of the brewed tea.
The door was pushed open and a thin man walked in.
"Brother Xing, you still have a vicious eye. That pretty boy is indeed a policeman. His name is Bai Mo, and he is the son of the Public Security Bureau Chief Bai Yonghui." The thin man said.
The bald man named Fan Xing held the delicate tea set and nodded slowly.
"Fortunately, I am cautious enough. If I feel that the boy is not right, I will ask you to inform Ma Lie to leave." Fan Xing thought, "If the police need to assist in the investigation, they will definitely summon him. Coming here for an unannounced visit is obviously to investigate a major case."
The thin man's face darkened, "Has Brother Ma's matter been found out?"
"Not necessarily." Fan Xing slowly shook his head, "Things like that are open to attack. If the police knew that he was related to that kind of thing, they would definitely set up defenses around the area and not let him escape."
"That seems to be a false alarm." The thin man breathed a sigh of relief.
Fan Xing raised his head and glared at the thin man, who was so frightened that his back tightened. Fan Xing said, "No matter what the reason is, he has been targeted by the police. To be on the safe side, we have to make him disappear."
The thin man nodded, "Brother Ma is on his way to the fishing village. I'll arrange for the brothers over there to send him on his way."
As soon as he finished speaking, the thin man saw Fan Xing glare at him again, and the thin man swallowed his saliva in shock.
"It would be a waste to just kill him!" Fan Xing said angrily, "Wouldn't it be better to send him to the ship?"
The thin man forced a flattering smile, "Brother Xing is still thoughtful."
Seeing Fan Xing wave his hand, the thin man left the room feeling relieved.
After the door closed, Fan Xing poured himself a cup of tea, holding the tea and murmured: "Why are the police targeting you?"
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Fan Xing, male, 47 years old, from Bac Ninh City, Dongthai Province, came to Mei Hai City five years ago and lived in a mahjong parlor disguised as a casino.
Fan Xing designed the chips so that he cleverly avoided the standards of gambling. This person likes to make friends and has a pretty good reputation in the circle.
After reading Fan Xing's information, Lu Yang became less suspicious of him. The person investigating Fan Xing was Xing San'er. Bai Mo said that Xing San'er was an old Jianghu from Meihai City. The information provided by such old Jianghu was average. All are very reliable.
After asking Bai Mo to arrange for Cao Fei to continue searching for Ma Zhenwei, Lu Yang drove to the home of the deceased Yang Bing.
Yang Bing's home is not far from Xiaoxi Street, in a relatively new residential building.
The person who opened the door for the three of them was Yang Bing's father, Yang Donglai. Bai Mo took out the certificate according to Lu Yang's instructions and said that Yang Bing's case had some supplementary information that Yang Donglai needed to provide.
Upon hearing that it was Yang Bing's case, Yang Donglai's face darkened and he sat on the sofa in the living room with a straight face.
"Isn't the evidence already conclusive? What else do you want to ask?" Yang Donglai's attitude was very bad, and he obviously did not welcome Bai Mo and others.
Bai Mo put on a smile and said, "I'm just asking about some basic information. After all, human life is at stake. Please cooperate with me."
Having only been in contact with Lu Yang for a day, Bai Mo felt that the words "human life is at stake" kept ringing in his ears, and he even said it out unknowingly.
Yang Donglai said impatiently: "You guys are really interesting. First the police came to ask, then the procuratorate came to ask, and then another wave of police came. It's been half a year, and you're still here today?"
Lu Yang's eyes turned cold, and he heard something wrong in Yang Donglai's words.
It stands to reason that after the police close the case, it will be handed over to the procuratorate. If the procuratorate thinks there are problems with the case, it will also implement the investigation process. However, after this stage is the court hearing, the police should not intervene again.
Judging from the case files, no one in the criminal police team questioned the case, so no one would investigate secretly.
Then why would the police investigate after the prosecutor's office?
