There is always a cheater behind every detective

When Zhao Zhuojie walked into the bureau chewing glutinous rice and drinking soy milk, he realized that the atmosphere today was unusual and a little too enthusiastic. After reading a few mouth shapes, he probably understood that he was discussing the headlines in this morning's newspaper about the Bai family.

Zhao Zhuojie doesn't care about these gossips, so what if the 'God of Wealth' is dead?So what if you change your name on the list of the world's richest people?He might as well pay attention to the dead pervert who imitated Jack the Ripper and was brought back last night. The report compiled on this case is thicker than an encyclopedia. He should have shot that stinky pervert long ago.

Zhao Zhuojie didn't have much expression on his face, he occasionally nodded to his colleagues to say hello, and soon walked to his own department - the special homicide team.

Wu Guangming was sitting on the table chatting on the phone, and seeing the shadow of his captain, he quickly hung up the phone, and greeted him with a flattering smile: "Captain! You're early, huh? Have you just had breakfast? Why didn't you tell me sooner? I can buy it for you, there are many breakfast shops in the area where we live, and the variety is rich, what do you want to eat tomorrow?"

"Fifty cents is enough for you."

Before Zhao Zhuojie could speak, the tall and fit Zhen Shanmei carried a folder and turned it out, just in time to stop Wu Guangming's daily flattery.

"Miss." Wu Guangming rubbed his nose and blinked. This tigress who doesn't like oil and salt is much more difficult to get along with than the cold-faced captain.

Zhen Shanmei raised her eyebrows and looked at Wu Guangming. The mouse saw the back of the cat running away in a hurry, and quickly moved away. She handed the folder in her hand to Zhao Zhuojie: "Brother, look at this, and, Mom called you Go home for dinner tonight."

"Well, go back at night." Zhao Zhuojie casually put the breakfast on the table, took the documents and turned over while walking.

Zhen Shanmei rolled her eyes, picked up the discarded breakfast, and saw the oil stains on the table, she couldn't help but rolled her eyes again before following: "I said, can you pay more attention to hygiene, how long have you not washed your clothes? The tea spot on the top was there a few days ago, right?"

Zhao Zhuojie's eyebrows twitched. His younger sister is usually a tomboy and a tomboy, with a fiery personality and quick-witted actions, but when it comes to his hygiene problems, she is nagging like an old woman.

"No time to wash."

"I think you're about to grow maggots, let me wash your clothes for you." Although she knew it was unlikely, she still didn't give up and wanted to mention it again.

Sure enough, Zhao Zhuojie simply rejected her: "No need."

Zhen Shanmei was disappointed, and sighed secretly, but her face was generous: "If I didn't see that you are only 29 years old and look like a sloppy uncle, I wouldn't bother to talk about you, okay, let's talk about this. Let's go."

Zhao Zhuojie has already opened the file and read it a little. Inside the folder is a transcript made by Zhen Shanmei and some evidence. The contents of the transcript have almost no reference value, because the other party obviously doesn't talk much, and the evidence is a few colored pencil drawings. If you don't care about the content, Zhao Zhuojie really wants to praise the good painting skills, but now these bright colors are intertwined with disgusting killing scenes, and what makes people frown even more is that these paintings are all drawn from the first perspective , making people feel immersive.

"This guy is either a perverted killer or a guy with overexpression and paranoia."

Zhao Zhuojie looked away from the boy who was entwined with rusty wire in the painting, and closed the folder to meet this pervert for a while.

However, Zhen Shanmei's complexion changed strangely, and she, who was always decisive, faltered at this moment: "You think so? Uh... If you saw him... you wouldn't think so."

Zhao Zhuojie glanced at her in surprise, didn't say anything, walked around the door of the department and walked directly towards the observation room, only to open the door, but saw that all the people under his hand were sitting here looking at the locked inside through the special glass. It seemed that there was a famous film and television star locked there, but he had read the file just now, that person was named Bai Yan, at least he knew that there was no big star named Bai Yan.

Zhao Zhuojie narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't say anything. The case in hand was completed yesterday. As long as it doesn't affect the normal work, he never interferes with the actions of his subordinates.His eyes swept over the weird expressions of his subordinates, and his eyes fell on the person in the room through the special glass. Zhao Zhuojie couldn't help being stunned for a moment when his eyes touched that person just now.

The name of this person is Bai Yan, male, 20 years old, he has known this from the files, but seeing it with his own eyes is different from seeing the data.

That's right, it's shocking. Zhao Zhuojie has seen all kinds of people in the past years of handling cases, from beggars to rich and high-ranking officials. Anyway, he has never seen an interrogation room that only has two chairs and a table with four walls. People who feel like a high-end club.Not to mention the exquisitely crafted retro riding outfit, but also the face, which is handsome, and it is obvious that the skin has such a good skin quality after years of careful maintenance. As for the figure... the riding pants and riding boots are wrapped in a slender body. Legs, long but not thin, golden ratio, this temperament looks like a prince wherever you put it, or like a noble elf living in nature?

Zhao Zhuojie, who was used to the wind and waves, couldn't help frowning: "Who?"

What he asked was the background of this person, and he was not disappointed. The subordinates were already talking about it.

Bai Yan, Bai Xiangyun's adopted son, had just passed away, and his adoptive father inherited a large amount of property, who pushed his adoptive father's name off the list of the world's richest people.

To be able to see the characters who are making trouble in the city today?The corners of Zhao Zhuojie's lips curled slightly, a little ironic and a little confused.

Indeed, this Bai Yan is so clean that there is no trace of hostility, and he will never be a murderer. If he really wants to satisfy his desire for performance, with his current popularity, he just needs to stop casually on the street, not to mention how many people he can murder. Memory, does he still need to worry about dissatisfaction?

It's not a perverted killer or an overexpression and paranoid disorder, but he came to report the crime and produced these paintings, Zhao Zhuojie felt a throbbing in his silent heart, it came from the person on the other side of the glass, he wanted to find out the truth.

After weighing the folder in his hand, Zhao Zhuojie walked out of the observation room and opened the door of the interrogation room. The people inside raised their faces and looked over when they heard the movement. Their movements were graceful and calm, as if he was the master here. , and he was the abrupt trespasser.

Zhao Zhuojie suppressed the strange throbbing in his heart and sat down opposite Bai Yan, showing his calm and calm side without any sign of weakness, opened the file folder unhurriedly, and spread the information inside all over the table, hiding a fierce His eyes finally looked directly at Bai Yan, and it was no surprise that he met a pair of moist jade-like eyeballs.

The members of the special homicide team hiding behind the glass were not to mention how conflicted they were. In the end, Dafeng, who had the deepest prejudice against the captain and was never stingy with verbally attacking him, fired first: "Look, our captain is more like a prisoner."

Wumao is a professional Wumao party, so he didn't forget to flatter him at this time: "Feng, what kind of eyes do you have? Our captain's is called chic, and the adopted son of the Bai family is a handsome and rich second generation. Can you compare with our captain?"

Fifty cents of flattery was exchanged for Da Feng's disdainful hum, which made this flatterer feel his self-esteem was seriously injured, and he stared at the smiling face with wide eyes.

Zhen Shanmei crossed her arms and expressed her opinion: "Our boss deserves to be regarded as a villain with his scruffy appearance."

Li Mao, who had a very low sense of presence, nodded his head in agreement. Anyway, even if he opened his mouth, he would be ignored, so he simply didn't say anything.

On the other end, Zhao Zhuojie didn't know why his subordinates were entangled. Under the gaze of those eyes, he felt more interested, and couldn't help showing a smile on his face, that kind of smile like a big cat teasing a mouse: "This is the picture you drew. ?”

Bai Yan glanced down at the paintings on the table, nodded: "Yes."

"Why draw them?"

"Because I want to save them." Bai Yan frowned slightly. He knew that these people did not believe him. He had never encountered such a situation in his only 15 years. In the past, every time his adoptive father saw his paintings, It's satisfying and believing, isn't it?Why are outsiders unwilling to believe it?

As if sensing his doubts, Zhao Zhuojie smiled: "Why should I trust you?"

Bai Yan stared at the slovenly man in front of her with an unforgivable gaze: "Because it's true."

Zhao Zhuojie was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect the other party to answer like this, so he couldn't help laughing: "Really? Then you are the murderer?"

"No."

"Oh?" Zhao Zhuojie instinctively felt that this person was indeed telling the truth, but this matter was even more unbelievable: "Otherwise, how did these first-person perspective paintings come from? Could it be that you stood behind the murderer to observe the process?"

"No." Bai Yan's brows finally relaxed: "If you don't believe me, you don't have to do anything." After finishing speaking, he had already left the chair, grabbed the horsewhip on the table, turned around and was about to leave.

In this interrogation room, no one can come and go whenever they want, but Zhao Zhuojie found it interesting, so he strode up, raised his hand to stop those who wanted to stop him, and looked at the graceful steps of the person without slowing down. He left at a high speed, but his face was not happy, he seemed to be irritated but he didn't seem to be, Zhao Zhuojie couldn't tell, so it was difficult to say much.

"Why, you don't want to save people?"

Bai Yan did not ignore Zhao Zhuojie who followed suit, and even responded with a calm attitude: "I will look for someone who believes in me."

"What if no one believes you?" Zhao Zhuojie smiled lowly: "Who would believe you? Are you not afraid of being locked up as a murderer?"

Bai Yan's pace was not affected, but her brows were slightly frowned: "You are right, maybe I should save it myself."

Zhao Zhuojie's eyebrows were almost raised into the hairline, and his tone was not as foolish as before: "If you really have such thoughts, if what you said is true, you should erase it early, and don't take your life as a joke .”

At this time they had already walked outside the door, Bai Yan nodded upon hearing the words: "You are right, I can't die yet, I will think about it carefully, I have a lot of money, I should be able to find a lot of people to work for me."

After finishing speaking, he nodded politely towards Zhao Zhuojie, and walked across the front yard towards the street.

Zhao Zhuojie was choked by Bai Yan's last words, and only now came to his senses, and couldn't help laughing—what a young master.Seeing that he didn't go to any car, and didn't call anyone to meet him, he asked casually: "How do you go back? Do you want me to take you?" After finishing speaking, he remembered that he hadn't driven anyone for a long time. It's been a long time since I had such a happy chat with anyone, maybe he can send this young master off and chat for a while... If the other party doesn't think his car is too old and broken.

Bai Yan politely declined the offer of help from others: "No, I have a BMW."

BMW?In Zhao Zhuojie's mind, the brand's latest series of super-glamorous sports cars appeared, and it would be nice to match this prince-like character...the evil rich second generation.

I was still thinking about it, but when I saw the man pressed his slender fingers on his lips, a sharp whistle sounded on the busy street, followed by the sound of hoofbeats, and a black horse with no variegated color came on the wind. , stopped beside Bai Yan, rubbed his nose affectionately on his palm.

Bai Yan nodded to Zhao Zhuojie, then quickly got on the horse, lightly clamped the horse's belly, and the black horse galloped away like lightning.

Zhao Zhuojie was stunned on the spot like many people who probed their heads and brains. After a long time, he finally uttered a word.

"Depend on!"

The author has something to say: this article is an overhead modern background, we are too lazy to find realistic geographical data and too lazy to sort out so many details that do not match reality...don't get too entangled.