While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 986 The Dust Settles
After talking with Han Yun, Song He learned that Han Yun was actually the person in charge who arranged for the mixed-race man to supervise those offline in Qin Xia.

And because the mixed-race man fulfilled the agreement between the two, Han Yun was "unemployed" willingly and happily.

"Are you going back to seek revenge on Daniel?" Song He rolled his eyes and asked eagerly: "Do you need me to teach you two tricks? After all, as far as I know, Daniel's gambling skills have improved again."

"Are you willing to teach me?" Han Yun nodded overjoyed and said, "Thank you so much!"

"It's fun to help others, haha." Song He imagined Daniel's frustrated look and said carefully with a smile: "Actually, to put it bluntly, in addition to the thousand skills that test the most skill in gambling, psychological warfare and deception account for a large part. A large proportion.”

"You know Daniel's thousands of skills, and I can't teach you much in a short time, so let's focus on analyzing some of Daniel's fixed habits when playing psychological warfare and deception..."

Just like that, one was languidly teaching, and the other was excitedly learning. Time passed quickly during the conversation between the two of them, and an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

And when Song He bid farewell to Han Yun who had been convinced of him, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

Back at the hotel, Song He took off his disguise and came to the window without setting up a telescope, just relying on his extraordinary eyesight to see from a distance, he just saw Han Yun coming outside Yang Wenyuan's villa, putting on his gloves and feet nimbly Put on the jacket and hat, take out the key and open the door.

A few hours later, when the sky was slightly bright, Han Yun walked out of the villa Shi Shiran, and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped as if remembering something.

He looked up and looked around for a moment to identify the direction, then bowed respectfully towards the hotel where Song He was, and then turned and left.

"You're really polite." Song He, who was still standing behind the window, smiled. After Han Yun completely disappeared from his sight, he stretched out and lay on the bed and fell asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Song He, who had been investigating all day as usual, had breakfast, picked up his mobile phone and dialed Shen Jianghe's number: "Master, there is something wrong with Yang Wenyuan's movements."

Shen Jianghe, who was at the Qindu Police Station, immediately cheered up: "What's wrong?"

"After he left the villa the night before yesterday, he has not shown up again until now." Song He slightly adjusted what he observed and reported:
"I asked Liu Yun to check the airport records, and found that a private plane had left Bocheng Airport not long after Yang Wenyuan left the villa."

"The relevant surveillance video at the airport proves that Yang Wenyuan is on that private plane."

Shen Jianghe immediately asked after hearing the words: "Where is the destination of the plane?"

"Canton, Australia." Song He recounted the information obtained by Liuyun, and continued: "According to the flight time of that plane, it should have landed at Kansai Airport a long time ago."

"But Liu Yun, who monitors the landing records of Kancheng Airport, never found any trace of the plane, so I suspect that Yang Wenyuan went somewhere else."

"Therefore, I asked Liu Yun to check the relevant records of airports in various countries, but judging from the several airports that have been checked, there is still no trace of the private plane."

"Secretly? Did he notice something?" Shen Jianghe muttered suspiciously, and then asked, "Send me the private jet information, and I'll have someone check it out."

Song He responded and immediately sent the information about the private plane to Shen Jianghe, and then obediently waited for the moment when Shen Jianghe notified him of the news that Yang Wenyuan's plane crashed into the sea.

However, to Song He's surprise, the waiting time was longer than he expected, so when he received Shen Jianghe's call, it was already a day later.

"Song He, if the information you gave me on the private jet is correct..." Shen Jianghe paused, and then said in a complicated tone: "Yang Wenyuan should be dead already."

"What?" Song He expressed surprise just right: "Wait! The plane crashed?"

"That's right." Shen Jianghe, who had long been accustomed to Song He's extraordinary reflexes, said in a deep voice, "He fell into the sea before arriving in Australia, and now the Australian personnel are organizing people to search and salvage."

"However, with the efficiency of the Australian side, I am afraid there will be no results in the short term. So we may have to wait for a while before we can get the black box on the plane."

"Master, you are so optimistic. I think the possibility of not getting it is not small." Song He, who had expected this, pondered for a moment, and suggested: "Master, since Yang Wenyuan has died, I think we can immediately buy his villa now." Search."

"You're right." Shen Jianghe approved Song He's idea: "However, this kind of investigation is not convenient to make public. I will contact someone to issue a certificate for you, so that you can search it conveniently."

Song He knew what Shen Jianghe was worried about, and nodded in response: "Don't worry, there will be no mistakes."

Not long after the call ended, Song He received a call from an unfamiliar number.

The caller was a man, and after a few pleasantries, he said that he had prepared the proof and could go to Yang Wenyuan's home at any time.

Song He, who was amazed by Shen Jianghe's connections and efficiency, immediately went out, and arrived outside Yang Wenyuan's villa after a while.

A middle-aged man in plain clothes was already waiting outside the door. When he saw Song He approaching, he smiled warmly and took the initiative to say hello: "Officer Song is so fast."

"It's nothing, it's just that we live nearby." Song He reached out to shake hands with the other party, pointed to himself and then pointed to Yang Wenyuan's villa and asked, "Are you okay?"

The middle-aged man nodded with a smile on his face and said, "No problem, Officer Song please go ahead."

After getting the guarantee from the other party, Song He came to the front of the villa with a smile and began to tinker with the door lock.

However, because Yang Wenyuan paid great attention to security, the security level of the lock cylinder was too high, so Song He struggled for nearly half an hour before he could pry open the door.

"Officer Song is good at it." The middle-aged man looked at Song He, who was a little out of breath, coughed twice, suppressed a smile and praised him.

After following Song He into the villa, the middle-aged man took a brief look before sitting in the living room and scrolling through his cell phone, indicating by his actions that he would not participate in any specific search operations.

Seeing this, Song He immediately understood that the behavior of the middle-aged man was due to Shen Jianghe's instructions. After nodding at the other party, he went directly to Yang Wenyuan's study to search.

With Han Yun's reminder in advance, he also quickly opened the safe in Yang Wenyuan's study, and got three notebooks and a laptop that Han Yun left in it.

Picking up a notebook and opening it, Song He found that the contact information and identity information of dozens of people were neatly written in it.

Comparing the bank records of Yang Wenyuan he studied, Song He immediately understood that the notebook contained the person who was looking for Yang Wenyuan to launder money.

As for the other two notebooks, one recorded the information of many mixed-race men who went offline in Qin Xia, and the other contained information about Yang Wenyuan's hidden assets.

After flipping through the three notebooks quickly, Song He sighed in a low voice: "The handwriting is fine, it seems that Han Yun is still good at imitating handwriting."

After that, Song He put his notebook and computer into the prepared backpack, and then left the study as if nothing had happened.

(End of this chapter)