While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 968
At noon, Song Hewei asked for tickets to the Potala Palace, and the one-day tour called tourism that was actually shopping was coming to an end.

And after a very simple and rough group meal, the tour guide gathered [-] tourists together again and took out a stack of tickets.

"After our whole morning's hard work, only eight tickets were lined up."

The tour guide said with a serious expression: "I know everyone thinks it's a bit small, but this is already the result of our hard work."

"After all, other groups got five, six, or even four, and we were the one with the most."

"As for tourists who haven't got tickets, you can try again tomorrow, and we will try our best to help you arrange it."

The thirty tourists looked at each other, suddenly felt that the companions who had been chatting happily just now suddenly became their competitors, and there was a little gap between them virtually.

The tour guide saw a lot of similar scenes, so he didn't care, and started to read the names of the tourists who got the tickets.

Song He and Wu Xuerui listened carefully, and after the tour guide read a few names, they suddenly heard the words "Wu Xuerui".

But until the eight names were read out, Song He's name did not appear.

"Look at what I said." Song He didn't really care about this. After receiving the tickets from the tour guide, he looked at Wu Xuerui gently and smiled, "I just said you're lucky!"

"But..." Wu Xuerui frowned slightly and hesitated: "Can't you think of a way?"

"This thing is registered under real names. There is no way." Song He shrugged: "If you go, it means I went. Take a good look and come out and tell me."

"Okay." Wu Xuerui also knew that tickets were hard to come by, so she could only nod regretfully.

On the other hand, the tour guide has begun to explain the precautions after entering the Potala Palace to the tourists who have received the tickets.

"Get your documents ready..."

"Can't take pictures..."

"Don't turn back..."

"Each person only has two hours to visit..."

"..."

After a while, after quickly explaining the matters needing attention, the tour guide took his leave and left in a swift and neat manner.

Seeing this, Song He knew that the other party wanted to settle the income of this wave of taking guests, so he smiled and ignored it, and went to the ticket gate at the entrance of the Potala Palace with Wu Xuerui.

After sending Wu Xuerui to the entrance, Song He, who was wearing sunglasses, set up a pergola, looked up at the scorching sun, sighed secretly, and came to the exit of the Potala Palace, looking for a cool place to relax wait.

Being bored, Song He simply turned on the murderer system and browsed at will.

"It seems that the law and order in Lacheng is still okay."

Seeing that there are no A-level targets within Lacheng, Song He murmured secretly: "Strict control measures, the proportion of police personnel far exceeds that of other provinces and cities, and the coordinated management of the relevant military."

"Combined with the almost strict identity monitoring measures, basically no serious criminals will be allowed to come in. However, places outside La City are more exciting..."

Today, the detection range of the murder hunting system is so wide that it can completely cover any province in the country.

Therefore, Song He, who was in Lacheng, could not only see the fugitive suspects within the range of Lacheng, but also accurately grasp the specific location of each suspect hidden in Zang Province.

And after looking at it carefully, comparing the number of suspects in various places, Lacheng suddenly appeared to be outstanding.

"In these days, I still have to go with my peers." Song He shook his head and muttered, "Only a few points can be sold, and other places are simply horrible."

After all, Song He sighed helplessly, turned off the murderer system, and decided not to embarrass himself with these things that he could not intervene.

After suffering for more than an hour, Song He, who was bored and swiped his phone, finally saw Wu Xuerui's figure appear at the exit.

When Wu Xuerui saw Song He waiting for her, she immediately smiled and trotted to Song He's side.

"How is it?" Song He opened his arms and hugged Wu Xuerui lightly, then asked curiously in her coquettish voice: "Compared to the attractions we have been to before, is there any difference?"

After Song He thoughtfully put on the sun hat and glasses again, Wu Xuerui smiled and said, "To be honest...it actually looks quite mysterious from the outside."

"After entering, except for those golden Buddhas that are shocking at first glance, the rest are things with a strong ethnic charm. Anyway, I don't catch a cold."

"If you say that, you've wasted your ticket money!" Song Yi joked exaggeratedly with an exaggerated expression.

"Do you want me to praise it to the sky?" Wu Xuerui wrinkled her delicate nose, glanced sideways at Song Hedao: "This is a place where the significance of history and humanity is greater than the significance of architectural craftsmanship, and the intuitive feeling for people is indeed limited. Well."

"My wife is very intelligent! The summary is accurate!" Song He praised with a smile, and was about to leave with Wu Xuerui when he saw two young men walking out from the exit of the Potala Palace.

As soon as one of the two men came out, he looked around and searched everywhere, until he saw Song He and Wu Xuerui, then he stopped looking around, but fixedly watched them walking away hand in hand.

"Red shirt, jeans, about 25 years old, male." Song He looked at the man who was staring at himself and Wu Xuerui, and whispered into his beloved wife's ear, "Did he affect your sightseeing?"

"There is indeed such a fool." Wu Xuerui didn't know what to think of, turned her head to look at the exit, and saw the person Song He said, she couldn't help shaking her head and said with a smile:

"He was secretly taking pictures inside, and almost took me in several times, and then I quietly warned him."

"But he didn't listen and kept filming. I was afraid of being implicated by him, so I walked a little faster and left a few steps before him."

"Looking at his appearance, he should be afraid that I will tell the staff of the scenic spot."

"Tsk tsk, you're really kind." Listening to Wu Xuerui's description, Song He instantly judged the other party's equipment and method of taking pictures from the outline of the pockets and standing posture and many other details. He narrowed his eyes and said softly:
"Let's go."

Wu Xuerui nodded, and followed Song He away slowly.

However, after taking only two steps, Song He suddenly said loudly: "When I was worshiping Buddha in the Potala Palace, there was a young man in a red shirt and jeans who kept secretly taking pictures of the Golden Buddha."

"You don't know, the miniature camera equipment he uses is hidden in his trousers pocket, it's not like I can't even spot it with my sharp eyes."

"And I saw him go out of the exit just now, so I guess he's about to run away now."

Who didn't expect Song He to say that suddenly, Wu Xuerui was taken aback, but saw that Song He dragged her to quicken her pace and left, and not far away were two dark-skinned patrolmen with shocked faces Start looking around.

"You..." Wu Xuerui, who instantly understood Song He's intentions, couldn't laugh or cry: "Childish."

"I don't care." Song He snorted frivolously: "No one who interferes with my wife's travel experience can be let go."

Just when Song He made a declaration of pampering his wife, the man in red who saw Wu Xuerui leave but didn't hear what Song He said heaved a sigh of relief. photo.

However, at this moment, he suddenly found two patrolmen walking directly towards him with unfriendly expressions, and he couldn't help but panic!
She snitched?

A thought flashed in his mind, and the man in red immediately turned around and wanted to run away.

But when the two patrol officers saw him acting like this, they became more and more certain that something was wrong with him. They quickly caught up and stopped in front of the man in red: "Hello, please show me your ID!"

"Huh?" The man in red screamed in his heart, but he pretended to be calm and said: "Certificate? What do you need the certificate for?"

"Routine spot check." A patrolman took a step closer, his eyes looked extremely firm and pious against the background of his dark skin: "Please cooperate."

"Okay." The man in red responded, and slowly took out his ID card and handed it to the two patrolmen, while praying in his heart that the other party would not notice his trouser pocket.

But under Song He's deliberate actions, things are developing in the direction he fears most!

The patrolman holding the red-clothed man's ID gave his partner a wink. Seeing that his partner blocked the red-clothed man's escape without a trace, he asked with a slightly condensed expression:
"What do you have in your pocket?"

One sentence struck like a thunderbolt from the blue, and the man in red was struck to pieces without knowing what he was doing!
However, at this time, he could no longer tolerate him escaping, and he could only look to his companion for help in desperation.

What chilled him was that his companion turned his eyes away under his gaze, and didn't dare to look at him at all!

The helpless man in red could only bite the bullet and reply: "It's nothing."

Seeing his performance, the two patrolmen were 100% sure that there was something wrong with the man in red, so they ordered directly. "Take it out and have a look."

The man in red suddenly became desperate. He knew clearly that the photos in the miniature camera equipment could never be seen, let alone discovered by two policemen who looked absolutely 100% Aboriginal!

But under the increasingly fierce eyes of the two patrolmen, the man in red who had no chance to resist gave in, and reluctantly took out the miniature camera equipment.

Seeing this, the two patrolmen hurried forward to confirm, and sure enough, they found photos of the interior of the Potala Palace, including close-up photos of the tall golden Buddha!
In an instant, the patrolman's expression changed drastically, and he pointed to the miniature camera equipment in his hand and said loudly, "Delete all of them! Do you hear me!"

The man in red smiled wryly and nodded when he heard the words: "I... I'll delete it right now."

In the distance, Song He, who had already gone far away, saw the man in red being blocked by the patrolmen, laughed, and walked briskly with Wu Xuerui to stop a taxi, boarded the car and left.

At the same time, the mixed-race man who was far away from Song He and was still in New City, Weiguo, although he was in the dark, had a somewhat similar mood to Song He who was relaxed and relaxed.

"In my opinion, although the overall effect of the stage play you recommended is good, it still has some flaws, and it does not fully deserve your evaluation of it..."

Walking calmly under the moonlight, the mixed-race man recalled the stage play he had just seen, while talking to Sarah Boris beside him.

And Sarah Boris walked briskly and slowly, while responding to the mixed-race man with a smile on her face, the soles of her feet bounced from time to time, like a deer in a happy mood.

"So, according to my analysis, this stage play still has a lot of room for improvement."

Just like that, when he was walking near the residence of Sarah Boris, the mixed-race man finally finished his analysis of the stage play, thinking about changing the subject.

"I'm curious." Sara Boris glanced at the familiar outline of the house not far away, slowed down and asked, "Are you so understanding and serious about everything?"

"From your perspective, yes." The mixed-race man glanced at Sarah Boris, smiled and teased habitually: "After all, there is nothing too profound in your small head. .”

"So, looking at me from your point of view will indeed make you feel that I am very knowledgeable, but at the same time realize your own insignificance."

"Do you know that you deserve a beating?" Sara Boris curled her lips and protested dissatisfiedly: "As the youngest detective chief of the New York City Police Department, I am not useless!"

"Really?" The mixed-race man shrugged and smiled: "I'm sorry, your advantages are not big enough for me to see."

"Therefore, I trouble you to work harder and strive to let me see your inconspicuous advantages at a glance."

"Hehe." Sarah Boris laughed unhappily, then gritted her teeth and rolled her eyes, pointing to her house, and asked anxiously and expectantly:
"Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?"

When the mixed-race man heard the words, he looked at Sarah Boris, who was twinkling in surprise, and said with a meaningful smile, "Very tempting proposal."

"But before that, I want you to fly to Europe with me."

"Hmm... huh?" Sarah Boris, whose heartbeat accelerated after listening to half a sentence, let out a little gasp and asked in confusion, "What are you going to do in Europe?"

"Don't do anything." The mixed-race man who flashed a few memory fragments in his mind took a deep breath, and said without doubt: "I will pick you up tomorrow morning."

"Huh?" Sarah Borris couldn't keep up with the mixed-race man's thinking, and said in surprise: "I have to work tomorrow..."

"Ask for leave, or resign." The mixed-race man waved his hand indifferently: "It's not something worth nostalgic for."

"God, I really don't understand what you're thinking!" Sara Boris lamented, but took out her mobile phone without the slightest hesitation, and the leader directly under the ITU asked for leave.

Ten minutes later, Sarah Boris, who had overdrawn her vacation ahead of time, put down the phone, glared at the mixed-race man and said, "If you dare to play tricks on me, I will never let you go!"

Seeing this, the mixed-race man smiled: "I can't say for sure."

"Then you can go on a trip with me!" Sara Boris responded viciously with a blushing face.

Just chatting and walking, even though the two deliberately slowed down, they still came to Sarah Boris's house very quickly.

After the mixed-race man watched Sarah Boris enter the house, Uncle Zhong, who had been following the two of them silently, came to the side of the mixed-race man and whispered softly:

"Master Wei, Qin Xia's observers reported that after we terminated some agreements, someone seemed to have informed the Qin Xia police of our news."

"An expected development." The mixed-race man smiled nonchalantly: "If this happens, someone will definitely investigate. Uncle Zhong, do you know who is in charge?"

"I'm not sure yet." Uncle Zhong shook his head: "But we are investigating, and I believe we will find out soon."

"Finally something interesting again." The mixed-race man stretched his waist, looked at Qin Xia's direction and said expectantly:

"Could it be that stingy guy?"

(End of this chapter)