Crossing Hong Kong to be a police officer, but the system is wrong

When Zhang Yijun heard the name "Ou Yongxi", she was distracted for a moment.

Some fragments of memories hidden in my mind suddenly resurfaced.

But soon, having received rigorous anti-interrogation training, she regained her icy beauty appearance and stared at the Hong Kong policeman in front of her without saying a word.

I saw the man throw away the mineral water bottle in his hand and take out a tissue to wipe his hands.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Song Shijie, and I am a police inspector in the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region."

Song Shijie's words did not cause any ripples in Zhang Yijun's heart. After all, she had been active in other Asian countries for many years and knew very little about the situation in Hong Kong.

Apart from thinking that this man was a little too young to be a police superintendent, Zhang Yijun had no other thoughts for the time being.

She remained silent.

Even though she was being interrogated now, it was no big deal.

Because interrogation is very similar to negotiation to some extent, usually the more information the other party reveals, the more cards you will have in your hand to play, and the situation will gradually develop in a direction that is favorable to you.

"It seems that you have never heard of my name. No wonder. My joining the crisis management team was a temporary decision made by the higher-ups. Normally, such matters are not the responsibility of our O-Ji."

Song Shijie walked towards the desk in the room while talking to himself.

"Not to mention the Walther PPK that you usually put on your back, which is indeed quite suitable for women to use; there is a thin dagger tied to your thigh, yes, it is the one you used to kill that pervert; there is a micro pistol hidden in your boots; and your hair is even more fierce, with a blade stuck in it. If I hadn't carefully checked your teeth to see if there were any poison capsules hidden in them, I would have almost thought that you were a female agent from some country, Miss Zhang."

Seeing this guy named Song Shijie picking up the weapons piled on the table one by one and playing with them, Zhang Yijun gritted her teeth and snorted coldly.

She had expected to be captured alive and have weapons searched from her, but she was surprised that the other party knew everything that happened at the transaction site.

Indeed, she and her partner Jin Taonian deliberately left the DC-8 at the scene on the orders of Chidao. The arrival of the police was also part of their plan, but they didn't expect that they even knew about the body search. Was there a traitor on the bald guy's side?

That's not right. Zhang Yijun saw with her own eyes that the gang was basically shot dead by the Hong Kong police.

"I know you will definitely remain silent. It doesn't matter. I have things to do anyway. Look, I still have to continue to crack this phone."

Song Shijie sat down at the desk, operating the laptop with his right hand, and raised a mobile phone connected to the computer with his left hand, shaking it towards Zhang Yijun.

Zhang Yijun recognized that this was her own phone and she curled her lips nonchalantly.

Anyway, she would clear the relevant records immediately after each call and every message she sent or received. This phone was as clean as a new one. She didn't believe that this so-called O-jit police officer could find out anything, as he was not a technical person. It would be hard to say if it was the genius hacker she was just about to visit.

"By the way, China is not like some other countries. We have always had a tradition of treating prisoners of war well. To prevent you from being too bored, let me show you the private photo album on my phone."

Zhang Yijun couldn't understand what Song Shijie was trying to do, and could only watch him suspiciously as he took out his mobile phone, operated something on another computer, and then turned the screen towards her.

Soon, her eyes were attracted by the dozens of photos playing in a loop on the computer!

The protagonist of the photo is a very beautiful girl. Her delicate features and charming smile seem to be able to penetrate the screen and reach people's hearts.

These photos include both beautiful moments of her alone and sweet photos of her with Song Shijie. It can be seen that this girl should be Song Shijie's girlfriend or wife.

These are all trivial matters. For Zhang Yijun, the biggest problem is that the girl in the photo, except that she is much more sunny and cheerful, looks exactly like her!

"Who is she?"

At this moment, Zhang Yijun finally couldn't help but ask.

Hearing Zhang Yijun's fluent Cantonese, whose voice was 8% similar to Ou Yongen's, Song Shijie couldn't help but marvel at the magic of the Creator.

"Don't worry, I've almost cracked your phone, give me another 10 seconds."

"10"

"Okay, done."

Under Zhang Yijun's incredulous gaze, Song Shijie calmly reported a set of data:

"Well, the phone was probably activated after arriving in Hong Kong. There was no record of its use before February 2010, 2."

"Oh, looking at the communication records, the main contacts are no more than five. Oh, don't you know how to use space cards?"

"This text message is really interesting. It even uses code words. I don't understand your decoding, but judging from the time, it should be the other party notifying you of the time and place of the transaction with the buyers?"

"The photos are quite clean. There are only photos of our crisis management team's director Li Yanming, Inspector Fan Jiaming, and three South Korean National Intelligence Service agents. It seems that you know the deployment of our Hong Kong police very well. It's not surprising that I'm not here, after all, I joined temporarily, but it's a bit surprising that Professor Zhao Zhiren, a consultant who has cooperated with the police for many years, is not here."

"Let's compare the communication times. Isn't it a coincidence that since Professor Zhao Zhiren was invited to the CTRU headquarters and his phone was confiscated, your phone has no longer had any contact with the number that you contacted several times before and even sent encrypted text messages to."

"Let me make a bold assumption. Do you think Professor Zhao Zhiren has a close relationship with these two messengers?"

Song Shijie had long begun to sense that there was something fishy about Professor Zhao Zhiren. Now that he had cracked and restored Zhang Yijun's mobile phone data, although he had no solid evidence, he was almost certain of his guess.

The shocks Song Shijie brought to Zhang Yijun were one after another, and she could no longer remain calm. She could only turn her head away and close her eyes to prevent him from noticing any fluctuations in her eyes.

"Ms. Zhang, it doesn't matter if you don't admit it. Anyway, I have my eyes on this professor, so he won't be able to get away. Let's go back to the question you just asked. Who is that girl? I can tell you that she is my girlfriend, Ou Yongen, and also your biological sister."

After finishing the work with his phone, Song Shijie calmly lit a cigarette and said something in a calm tone that shocked Zhang Yijun again.

"What did you say?"

Although Zhang Yijun already had a vague answer in her mind when she saw those photos just now, when she heard Song Shijie say it, she couldn't help but open her eyes and stare at her blankly.

"It's genuine. This is her birth certificate. You know the two names in the parents column, right? If you need it, I can also provide Ou Yongxi's copy."

Song Shijie picked up a copy, walked up to Zhang Yijun and showed it to her.

She originally thought that the memory of her biological parents had completely disappeared from her mind and had nothing to do with her in this life anymore. But when she saw the names of her father and mother on the birth certificate, the cold-blooded Zhang Yijun couldn't help but shed tears.

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