While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 8 Best Informant

Seeing He Jiaming fell to the ground, Song He breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a sharp pain in his left hand. Looking down, there were several wounds on his arm, and blood was dripping down his arm on the ground.

Seeing the blood, Song He couldn't help but beat faster, a trace of déjà vu fear welled up in his heart, he quickly put down his weapon, took out the hemostatic spray and sprayed it on the wound in a hurry.

Fortunately, the hemostatic spray was as effective as the system described. Five seconds later, the wound stopped bleeding, and a cooling sensation spread from the wound, offsetting the original severe pain.

Song He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this. Although the wound looked a little scary, the faint itching made him understand that it had begun to heal!

"It's so effective! I think it's appropriate for me to open a pharmacy!" Song He exclaimed, took out his mobile phone and called Police Officer Zhao.

"Hello, Officer Zhao."

"Yeah, how do you know?"

"What do you mean I call you can only call the police."

"Call the police."

"Is such that."

"Yes, that person is me."

"He has been knocked out by me, the address is here."

"Okay, I'll wait here."

Song He hung up the phone and sat slumped on the ground, looking at He Jiaming who had fainted quietly on the ground, but couldn't calm down in his heart.

Just when He Jiaming held the knife in front of the young mother, things were out of Song He's control, and the mother's kick when she kicked the child away seemed to instantly ignite something in Song He's heart, making him The next behavior slipped to the edge of losing control and put himself in a very dangerous situation.

But this was what he tried his best to avoid!
Until now, Song He can still recall the look in the mother's eyes when she kicked the child away. It was the second time he saw such eyes. The last time, it was in the eyes of sister Zhao who let him experience the fear of death.

He pondered for a moment, feeling the slight change in his mentality, but he didn't know whether this change was good or bad for him, but he knew that this change was definitely not a good sign for the many mission targets on the list!
"After all, there's a bonus to get, right?"

After finding an excuse and consoling himself, Song He couldn't help laughing and said, "After running for a while, I'll be out of Nancheng District. I'm afraid Sir Zhao won't be the one to take over."

Ten minutes later, a police car arrived, and two policemen came to Song He. Seeing that Song He had blood on his body, they wanted to call an ambulance, but Song He gave up after repeated persuasion.

After asking a few words, Song He and He Jiaming were brought into the police car, and the siren blew back to the police station.

"Why are you in such a mess!" Officer Zhao was taken aback when he saw the dried blood on Song He's arm: "Nonsense! Why don't you go to the hospital first?"

Song He saw that Police Officer Zhao was going to get mad at the police who picked him up, and immediately stopped him: "I told them to come back directly, don't blame them."

Police officer Zhao still glared at the two policemen when he heard the words, his eyebrows flew up like a knife, and he said, "Who is that, come over and treat his wound!"

As soon as the words fell, a female policeman came to Song He with a medical kit, and handled it meticulously and neatly, which was obviously not the first time.

Song He's wound has stopped bleeding, but it will take time to heal. Stimulated by the disinfected alcohol, he almost cried out in pain, and quickly turned the pain into a light cough: "cough cough, that thief, hiss, Fainted out, huh, after a while, uh, I woke up, huh, the dose I gave is not very powerful."

"Really?" Officer Zhao looked at Song He who was sweating profusely, and felt a little funny for some reason: "Just like that Huo Gang?"

"Almost, huh." Song He let out a long breath after finally finishing the alcohol disinfection, wiped the sweat from the pain on his forehead, and let the policewoman bandage him.

After finishing her work, the policewoman looked at him with interest before leaving.

Officer Zhao asked He Jiaming to guard him, and brought Song He into his office again.

"It's not easy. In less than 24 hours, this is the third time you have entered my office." After pouring Song He a glass of water, Officer Zhao asked, "Tell me, how did you get yourself into such a mess. "

Song He smiled wryly, and told everything he had experienced, vaguely mentioning that he knew He Jiaming's name and information, and only said that he thought he was a policeman.

"Okay, it's bloody." Police officer Zhao only felt that Song He was pleasing to the eye again, so he boasted, picked up a walking stick and said, "You are very handy with this stick."

"Self-defense, ha ha." Song He pretended to be relaxed. According to the system description, this cane will shake the human body when it hits someone. Let the brain concussion, dizziness.

"That's right." Officer Zhao waved him twice, handed him back to Song He, and said seriously: "Xiao Song, to be honest, I don't know why you want to be a police informant, but your behavior today is very dangerous. It's good to have blood, but we don't advocate ordinary people fighting with gangsters with murder weapons. Can you understand what I mean?"

"Understood, isn't it just a coincidence?" Song He spread his hands helplessly.

"In less than 24 hours, you have already sent 100 people to me! There are more than a dozen of them with cases!" Police Officer Zhao didn't believe in coincidences at all, but felt that the young man in front of him didn't care about his personal safety at all. How could he know that Song He was really afraid of death.

"This is really a coincidence." Song He frowned as soon as he said that, why did his IQ go offline after he was injured?

Sure enough, Police Officer Zhao snorted coldly: "The one before that is not."

"The previous one was also a coincidence!" Song He quickly stopped Officer Zhao from speaking.

"Anyway, I hope you pay attention to safety. We should be the first ones to fight crimes." Officer Zhao told Song He again, and shouted out of the office: "Who, take Xiao Song to the office?" Take notes!"

A fat male policeman came to the office, smiled at Song He, and took him to take the record.

The moment he left the office, Song He looked at the fat policeman curiously, wondering: How do you know who Zhao sir called?
Shortly after Song He recorded his statement and walked out of the police station, He Jiaming woke up leisurely, but his mind was still not very clear, and he felt that someone was driving him in a daze. When he fully woke up, he found that he was sitting in the place he was most afraid of One, the interrogation room!

In the interrogation room, two policemen sat behind the interrogation table. Seeing that He Jiaming, who was imprisoned in the interrogation chair, had come to his senses, one of them prepared to record with a pen and paper, while the other looked directly at He Jiaming, and said in a stern tone, "Name?"

He Jiaming was dejected, and said in a low voice, "He Jiaming."

"age?"

"28."

"Nation?"

Two minutes later, after recording the information, the interrogating policeman sneered angrily, "Do you know who you stabbed?"

He Jiaming was taken aback when he heard the words, recalling the policeman who fought with him, his face turned pale in the blink of an eye, fine beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, and he stammered: "Officer, I, I"

"What me!" The policeman slapped the table and said loudly, "Do you know how badly he was injured?"

He Jiaming was so frightened that he trembled, and immediately remembered something, and begged in a crying voice, "Officer, I, I will report, I have, I have important clues!"

The policeman taking the note was stunned, raised his head in surprise, and glanced at He Jiaming unexpectedly.

The policeman's eyes lit up when he was interrogating. He was originally ordered to frighten He Jiaming, but who knows that this guy has something to say.While praising the leader's insight in his heart, he said in a calm and cold voice, "What clue? Tell me."

"That's right. When I first came out a few days ago, Brother Gui, it was Liu Sangui. He found me and said"

Song He, who had already returned home, naturally didn't know what happened in the police station, nor did he know how many targets were added to his system task list, and he didn't know that the names of these targets were removed from the task list because they were quickly arrested. disappeared.

At this time, his mind was very chaotic. Although today's incident was a bit twisted, it was not as good as that death journey.However, in terms of influence on him, the two are absolutely indistinguishable.

Especially what police officer Zhao said made him feel difficult to calm down and wanted to do something.

After thinking for a long time, Song He breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself: "Forget it, since you are carrying a system that cannot be shaken off, there is nothing to hesitate."

After finishing talking about setting the alarm clock, I fell asleep and planned to recover my energy first, and then went to reconnaissance visits in the afternoon.

At 03:30, Song He woke up before the alarm clock, not because of anything else, but because he was so hungry.

Putting the spray into his pocket, tidying up with a cane in his hand, when he walked out of the house, Song He had the illusion that he was no one to me.

Shaking his head to get rid of this feeling, he bought a piece of bread from a roadside convenience store, and started his mouse hunting trip while riding a bicycle while eating.

The burglars in Nancheng District didn't know that a cat equipped with a criminal detection radar was setting its sights on Nancheng District. Their remaining free time was running out.

In the next three hours, Song He maintained a frequency of reporting calls every 15 minutes, and began to sweep the thief mission targets in the southern city!
At 06:30, Song He called Officer Zhao again.

"Hello, Officer Zhao."

"What do you mean and who do you want to report? Can't it be something else if I call you?"

"It's nothing, I just want to report someone to you."

"You see, what are you doing so excited? It's just a joke. There is business, and business matters. If you don't come and steal, you will run away."

"address is."

"Okay, okay, listen to you, I'll call it a day."

"You see that you are so polite, take your bonus, and eat your meal."

"Go, definitely go."

"Okay, see you later!"

Song He put down his phone and said with a smile, "Why didn't I realize that I was so angry before?"

After returning home to rest for a while, Song He took an express car and went straight to the place that Police Officer Zhao said. When he took a look, he found that it was a popular front shop. He immediately felt that Officer Zhao's preferences were quite similar to his own.

Walking into the store, a greeting came from a table in the corner: "Who is that, here!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Song He smiled immediately, walked over to sit down, and a policeman asked the boss to start serving the dishes. It turned out that he was the last one.

(End of this chapter)