While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 935
On the fourth day, Xicheng Police Station, the chief's office.

Wang Jinhu, who is tall and strong, is listening to a work report from a confidant police officer. Although he is in his 50s, he still looks like he is in his 40s, both physically and mentally.

After a while, the confidant police officer finished reporting his work, Wang Jinhu casually pointed out a few places that needed attention, and then waved his hand to signal that the other party was fine.

However, this confidant police officer did not leave immediately, but put on a smiling face during private communication, and confirmed to Wang Jinhu: "Ju Wang, I remember that you have a nephew named Chen Ming who studied abroad a few years ago. ?"

"Huh?" Wang Jinhu raised his head in surprise when he heard the words, looked at his confidant police officer before slightly nodding his head and said: "Yes, why did you ask him?"

The confidant police officer has followed Wang Jinhu for many years, and suddenly found that Wang Jinhu in front of him was frowning slightly, and was shocked, because this meant that Wang Jinhu was on guard!
"Nothing." The confidant police officer couldn't help but cursed secretly and asked him to ask Chen Ming's colleagues. On the surface, he smiled calmly: "The girl who is the boss of Guiyu Group has just graduated from graduate school, and the family is trying to find a blind date for her."

"Some time ago, someone asked me if I knew any young talents. Didn't I just think that you, Mr. Wang, have a nephew who is a top student? I wanted to see if you had any plans to help Chen Ming start a family."

"Oh, that's what happened." The words of the confidant police officer made Wang Jinhu's eyebrows stretch, he waved his hands and said with a smile: "Chen Ming is still studying abroad. How can he come back for a blind date?"

"Besides, even though he is young, he has great ideas of his own, so he doesn't need me to worry about him at all."

The confidant police officer smiled when he heard the words: "It's still Wang Ju's younger generation that makes people worry. I don't even have a bunch of bastards on my side. I can't find a suitable one to support the scene. Alas... ..."

Wang Jinhu laughed and revealed the matter with a few jokes.

When the confidant police officer left and returned to his office, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and he took out his mobile phone to dial a number with a displeased expression.

"Old Liu, what kind of bad idea did you say you came up with?" The confidant police officer did not hide his displeasure: "The nephew of Wang Ju is still abroad, when is it our turn to protect the media for him!"

A hearty male voice came out of the phone: "Haha! Look at the trouble, the key point is that I think it's quite right! Come on, since it doesn't work, forget it, and treat you to dinner another day!"

The confidant police officer shook his head and smiled when he heard the words, chatted with the cheerful man for a few words and then hung up the phone.

At the same time, in another office in the police station, a short-haired male police officer in his forties casually threw his cell phone on his desk, glanced at the front of the desk, and snorted coldly.

And where Officer Cuntou looked, there stood a police officer wearing a police uniform. He was the leading police officer who was on duty last night and rushed to the place where Song He called the police.

"You heard me!" The short-haired police officer raised his chin and looked at the leading police officer. He knocked on the table and shouted loudly: "You were intimidated by a pretentious guy. You are really promising!"

"Leader, I..." The police officer who led the team heard his blood welling up, and refused to accept it: "I apply to continue to be on duty tonight!"

"It's up to you!" The inch-headed police officer glanced at the leading police officer, waved his hands repeatedly, and said, "Go, go! Do what you should do! It's a waste of my meal money!"

At night, Song He's figure reappeared on the familiar roof, and after glancing at the alley that was still lit in the distance, he decisively called the police.

After a conversation that seemed to be a fixed procedure, the wiring police once again stopped Song He from hanging up the phone.

"Mr. Chen, we hope you understand that it is illegal to report false alarms." The wiring police officer said solemnly.

"I didn't report to the false police." Song He, who expected similar remarks from the other party, retorted with a normal face: "If you can't catch anyone, you will say that I reported to the false police. No wonder my uncle said that you are all dead bodies."

"You..." The policeman on the line was choked enough, and was about to say something more, but Song He hung up the phone mercilessly.

Standing leisurely on the roof of the building, Song Heyao looked at the location of the Xicheng Police Station, and said with a sneer: "Come on, let me see if you catch the scum who colluded with criminals first, or if this illegal service den can't hold on first." .”

Not long after, in the once colorful and colorful alleys, although the people engaged in illegal services had dispersed, a group of police officers who had been here several times arrived in a police car as scheduled.

However, this time the leading police officer did not search for the suspect, but directly dialed the phone number Song He used to call the police.

"Mr. Chen Ming, please tell me your specific location." The leading police officer said without any doubt.

"I'm at my uncle's house." Song He glanced at the building under his feet, and said as a matter of course: "You guys came too slowly, and you came only when everyone ran away, so I went back to my uncle's house."

"Okay." The police officer leading the team responded calmly: "Please tell me the detailed address of your uncle's house."

"Ninth Floor, Unit [-], Building [-], Jiahe Community." Song He said the address that he had mentioned yesterday, and then smiled, "Didn't I mention it yesterday? It turns out that your memory is so bad, Officer Zhang Yunqiang."

"How do you know..." The police officer leading the team suddenly exclaimed, and then asked solemnly, "Who are you?"

"I've said it many times, I'm Chen Ming, why don't you believe it?" Song He's lips curled up slightly, and he said with a little pride: "As for how I know your name, it's because my uncle helped me check it out. There’s a police record.”

"Wang Ju..." Zhang Yunqiang's tone was full of disbelief: "Impossible, Wang Ju said you are still abroad!"

"I'm my uncle's nephew, so he naturally wanted to protect me, so he covered it up for me." Song He said as a matter of course: "My uncle has already told me about the things you tried to test, and he told me not to worry. Just let go and do it."

"By the way, my uncle also said that if you can think of this method to test it out, it's considered an improvement, and you're no longer the one-headed one who knew how to keep your head down and move forward."

"Just like now, Officer Zhang, you are pretending to chat with me while using a locator you borrowed to obtain my location. This is a very clever approach."

As soon as Song He finished speaking, the receiver of the mobile phone fell into an eerie silence. It was not until a few seconds later that Zhang Yunqiang's voice sounded again: "Why did you know about this?"

"I already told you that my uncle is the director." Song He, who was laughing secretly in his heart, said helplessly: "And after he knew that you borrowed the locator, he asked me to cooperate with you and wait for you to complete the positioning."

Zhang Yunqiang, whose thinking had been successfully brought into the ditch by Song He, asked subconsciously, "Why?"

"Because he wants you to trust me." Song He said in a persuasive way: "Only if you trust me, can he dare to entrust you with the really important work that is not convenient for him to come forward."

(End of this chapter)