While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 718
In the night, a sneaky figure appeared in a dark alley on the street. The black peaked cap cast a shadow on most of his face, making it hard to see clearly.

And his baggy black clothes concealed his not-so-tall figure, which could only be vaguely identified as a man.

Wandering in the alley for a while, this figure came to the back wall of a community.He raised his head and observed carefully for a while. He quickly selected a location, stepped on the wall in two quick steps, jumped up, stretched out his hand and climbed up to the not-so-high edge of the wall, and struggled to climb in.

After landing, the man squatted in the green belt, making sure that there was no one around, and then ducked to a unit building.

Not long after entering the unit building, he came to an apartment, fiddled with the door lock twice, opened the door, and slipped in.

And at the moment when the man and the door came, Song He came to this floor silently through the stairwell, looked at the video recorded on the mobile phone, nodded with satisfaction, and said in a low voice: "The expressions and movements are very good, especially this one. Skill, killing a goose should be no problem."

After laughing at the thief who broke into the house, Song He sent a text message to Zhao Congjun, and then leaned leisurely against the wall of the stairwell, waiting for the thief to come out.

After a while, Song He heard a series of footsteps coming from the stairwell, and at the same time heard the sound of a thief approaching the door inside the apartment door, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Is it such a coincidence?"

After all, Song He held up his mobile phone with the camera function turned on, and stood in the shadows outside the apartment door.

click.

The door lock was unlocked, and the thief sneaked out from the slightly opened door. As soon as the door was closed, a man came out of the shadows with a smile on his face, and at the same time pointed the phone in his hand at him!
"Why are you in a daze? Say hello." Song He smiled kindly and relaxed, as if facing a friend who didn't know what to do in front of the camera when taking pictures.

The thief stared blankly at Song He, only to feel that in the dim light of the corridor, the white teeth exposed by Song He's smile were a bit scary, so he couldn't help but take a step back.

"Aren't you filming? Then I'm leaving." Song He saved the video, shrugged and walked towards the stairs.

Only then did the thief realize that he seemed to have been tricked, and quickly chased after him.

However, as soon as he walked into the stairs, he saw three police officers rushing towards him!

"Officer Song, it's rare to be on duty at such a late hour." Wang Zhiyuan escorted the thief into the police car, and said with a smile, "You can't favor one person over another like this. If there is any trouble in the neighborhood where Officer Wu lives, you will go out in person."

"There were thieves in other communities, and your report text message didn't include a single word except for the address and name."

"Don't think it's taken seriously?" Song He shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Next time I'm going to write a [-]-character report text message, do you dare to ask for it? If you don't learn well at such a young age, learn from Lao Zhao to amuse me!"

Wang Zhiyuan and the three police officers laughed, looked at Song He who turned and left, and shouted in unison: "Officer Song is working hard!"

Song He didn't look back, he waved his hands chicly, glanced in the direction of Wu Xuerui's apartment, and walked slowly towards his home.

After returning home, seeing that the light in the study room was still on, Song He's heart moved, he stepped a little harder, and walked in slowly.

"You child, why don't you go out for a walk at night." Song's mother, who rarely entered the study, caught a glimpse of her son's head poking into the door, and couldn't help laughing: "You can walk for an hour, and you are not afraid of being eaten by mosquitoes."

"Can't sleep." Song He laughed, looked at his father who was serious about writing, and exaggeratedly praised: "Silver hook and iron painting, the brush is like a dragon and snake, flowing clouds and flowing water, not sticking to one pattern, just looking at it like a detachment The reined horse soars into the air and..."

"Shut up!" Song's father yelled softly, and wrote the last word seriously, then carefully handed the written invitation to Song's mother, and gave Song He a sideways look: "You should also be serious about flattering, copy What other people's words are worth!"

"Scholar's business, can it be called plagiarism?" Song He chuckled, then saw the date on the invitation, and couldn't help feeling a little annoyed: "Father, this Mr. Yin Yang set the date half a year later, isn't he not knowledgeable enough? "

"Stinky boy!" Song's father looked at Song He angrily: "According to what you said, setting a date for you tomorrow is enough for you?"

"Yes!" Song Hetian nodded shamelessly.

"For your size! They only calculated it after looking at your birth date and almanac!" Father Song waved his hand and said, "If you're really in a hurry, why didn't you take advantage of the two-month vacation to hold the wedding?"

"Oh, it's too late now? Want to change the date? No way! Either write an invitation or go back to bed!"

Song He laughed heartlessly, but directly took the pen in his father's hand, and then put all the blank invitations in front of him: "You say, I will write."

Father Song rubbed his somewhat stiff wrist, and said with a smile, "Forget you are sensible, write it, it's time to write it to my colleague..."

The next day, Song He came to the case center and just arranged the work of everyone when the cell phone rang.

"Hello, Master." Song He asked skillfully, "When are you leaving? Where are you going?"

"Tomorrow, Weiguo." Shen Jianghe was not polite to Song He: "This case is more serious, you should be prepared."

"Wei country?" Song He wondered, "With their pissing nature, what case can we use?"

"There are quite a few people involved in this case." Shen Jianghe said in a tone of displeasure: "One of our international students disappeared during a class reunion, and two other international students from Sang Country disappeared with her, both girls."

Song He thought for a while and asked, "Which of the three people has a problem with their identity?"

"There's something wrong with it!" Shen Jianghe suddenly cursed angrily, apparently in a bad mood: "The two girls in Sang Country are twins, and their father is a cadre of a new gang in Sang Country."

"Ours is the daughter of a 'Red Notice' officer who fled Canada. This incident made him take the initiative to contact us, saying that as long as the whereabouts of his daughter are found, he will not only return to the country voluntarily, but also send all the information he knows to us. Tell them all."

"It's messy enough." Song He was speechless. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "The emerging gang in Sang Country... Ishikawa Hayato?"

"That's right, he will go too." Shen Jianghe sneered: "So for this mission, you are still Sun Xiaohai!"

When Song He rushed to Qindu as quickly as possible to understand the situation of the case, he finally realized that there were so many things involved in the case of the disappearance of the three girls.

"Master, let's not say that there is no obvious clue to their disappearance." Song He grinned and said: "Just say that their parents have such a complicated background, and the possibility of blackmail and revenge is not small at all."

"I still need you to remind me?" Shen Jianghe handed Song He the full set of special documents again and said: "Do it cleanly and quickly, don't be ashamed. And be careful, you have to come back in full."

"Don't worry." Song He nodded seriously, took the documents and left the police station.

Twenty hours later, Song He, who had been anticipating what might happen in New York City all the way, just walked out of the airport gate, and saw a familiar face, and Qin Xia's accent, which had no trace of Sang country charm.

"Mr. Sun, we meet again."

(End of this chapter)