While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 417
Following Cheng's mother's narration full of sorrow and concern, Cai Mingwu's heart was constantly stirred up!
To dream?

Cai Mingwu, who has been a police officer for many years, has handled various cases, and he has heard of such things as the victim's dream, but he has never heard of any deceased who can accurately tell the state of the born and the reality in the dream. The details of the case!

But if it wasn't for Tuomeng, how did his father-in-law and mother-in-law know about his revenge by stealing a gun?

I obviously only said it with my wife's portrait in the middle of the night!

Thinking of this, Cai Mingwu, who was restless, looked at the portrait of Cheng Hui behind the urn, and the stolen firearm was hidden in the urn.

For a moment, Cai Mingwu's sour tears poured out of his eyes, and endless thoughts and sorrow filled his heart: Huihui, is it really you...

At the same time Cheng's parents and Cheng's mother persuaded Cai Mingwu to surrender, Song Hezheng, who was far away in Lingzhou, was sitting in the passenger seat of the police car, and heaved a long sigh of relief: "It should be almost done. Liuyun just sent a message, Cheng Hui My parents spoke to Cai Mingwu on the phone this morning."

Song He stretched his waist as he spoke, and said with great energy: "The call time is after 06:30 in the morning, and the duration is 17 seconds. It is impossible to talk about too many details in such a short period of time."

"And Cai Mingwu called his captain Tang Hu after the call. It lasted 13 seconds. There is a high probability that he asked for leave and went later."

Wu Xuerui breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words, and suddenly felt a big stone drop in her heart, and asked: "I have always had some problems, and I guess I have the same problem, can you explain it to us?"

"Ask, tell me everything you know, and talk endlessly." Song He smiled and spread his hands.

Wu Xuerui organized the language and asked: "Yesterday afternoon, after you made the hint, you said that you would explain the situation to Cheng Hui's parents in the name of Cai Mingwu's anonymous colleague and ask for their understanding."

"Then why didn't you use this name to ask the two old men to lend a helping hand?"

"Awesome, the observation skills are so meticulous!" Song He looked at his girlfriend and then at Ma Xuexian. Seeing that they were all curious, he explained: "The principle is actually very simple, that is, the person who untied the bell must tie it."

"Cai Mingwu is an excellent police officer. If I use the name of an anonymous colleague to ask Cheng Hui's parents for help, no matter how the two old people cover up, there is a great possibility that they will be exposed, let alone persuade him to surrender."

"Using Cheng Hui's entrusted dream as an excuse, while comforting the two elderly people, Cai Mingwu can resonate with them emotionally to the greatest extent. In this way, from Cai Mingwu's point of view, surrender is Cheng Hui's. If you ask, he will naturally be able to do it with peace of mind."

"You must know that the same request is put forward by different people, and the gap is very different."

Wu Xuerui nodded thoughtfully, and asked again: "What did you do in the text message? Why did you let the two old people dream that day?"

"To be honest, this is the hint I was least sure of." Song He shook his head with a wry smile, and said slowly: "Actually, when a person is looking at a bunch of phrases that will disappear soon, the first, last, and middle words will be the easiest to remember."

"At the same time, certain words that they are more sensitive to will be noticed by the subconscious no matter where they are. And dreaming has an inseparable relationship with the subconscious."

"So while sorting the three positions, I also stuffed some words that they are more sensitive to. The meaning of their combination is also very simple."

"One is to clarify the matter of Cai Mingwu's gun theft, and the other is to express from Cheng Hui's point of view the hope that the two elders will dissuade Cai Mingwu from revenge. Of course, I also added some warmer words, which should be able to barely comfort Cheng Hui's parents. "

Ma Xue nodded frequently, and then asked: "Then why do you always interrupt them and delete the text messages, preventing them from reading all the key words?"

"It's not a hint after reading it completely." Song He explained in detail: "When a person is concentrating on doing something, the moment when he is suddenly interrupted or forced to divert his attention is the best time to give hints and guidance. one of time."

"But this method of suggestion is also very deliberate. People who are familiar with hypnosis or suggestion will see through it at a glance."

Wu Xuerui wondered, "That means you can control people's dreams?"

Song He laughed and said: "It's not that easy! Cheng Hui's parents lost their daughter, and they miss Cheng Hui very much. In addition, I asked Liu Yun to use text messages and unknown calls to create suspicion, just to make them think it was Cheng Hui is trying to contact them."

"All these are just to increase the possibility of them dreaming of Cheng Hui. As for the key words imprinted in their subconscious, if they are not expressed from Cheng Hui's perspective, I am afraid they will only dream of chatting with their daughter , but what you talk about will not leave any memory at all.”

"So to put it bluntly, I'm just doing my best and obeying the destiny. It's luck that can solve Cai Mingwu's matter this time."

"Or to put it more mysteriously, maybe Cheng Hui really took the opportunity to entrust her parents with a dream in the dark."

Wu Xuerui was stunned when he heard this, and then shook his head.And Ma Xuexian also looked at Song He in disbelief, saw him shrugged calmly, and then continued to drive seriously.

It was late at night when we returned to Yucheng.This time, with the help of Tian Yong, Song He let his group intervene in Jiang Qinghua's case. They traveled for several days and traveled across three provinces, which really exhausted everyone.

More importantly, Song He suddenly received a call from Zhao Congjun, asking him to return to Yucheng as soon as possible, claiming that he had important matters to discuss.

So Song He and Zhou Kai agreed to simply take the opportunity to go back to Yucheng to rest for two days, so that the tense spirits of the team members could relax.

The next morning, which was Saturday, Song He, who received a urging call from Zhao Congjun, bid farewell to his parents who got up early to exercise, and went straight to the Nancheng District Police Station.

And just when he was about to enter the police compound, he suddenly found that Wu Xuerui had just arrived, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Old Zhao called you here?"

Wu Xuerui stood still and waited for Song He to quicken his pace and walk to her side: "Yes, there is something very important."

Song He thought for a while, glanced at the vehicles in the compound, and said solemnly: "Almost the entire police station has arrived, it seems that it is not a trivial matter, let's go in quickly."

Wu Xuerui nodded and followed Song He towards the police station.

Soon, the two walked into the police station, only to find that the office area was empty, only Wang Zhiyuan in casual clothes stood in the corner, looked at them with a strange expression and said:

"Consultant Song, Officer Wu, I'll be waiting for you, hurry to the meeting room!"

Song He replied in bewilderment, and rushed away with Wu Xuerui.

Soon, the two came to the door of the meeting room, Song He felt the silence inside the door, and his heart sank: something big happened, otherwise it would be impossible to be so quiet!

He and Wu Xuerui looked at each other, saw the seriousness in each other's eyes, nodded slightly and gave his girlfriend a reassuring look, took a deep breath and opened the door!

boom!
Bang bang bang!
A series of loud noises made Song He immediately put up his fists to protect Wu Xuerui behind him, but saw countless colorful colored paper ribbons floating down like snowflakes, and then everyone in the conference room shouted in unison:

"Consultant Song, happy birthday!"

(End of this chapter)