Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Qin Shiguan came out of the interrogation room with the phone that was hung up, and saw Li Qin rushing in like a gust of wind.

"The identity result is out! Female, 26 years old, Zhao Juan, from Haining City."

"Zhao Juan..." Qin Shiguan murmured.

Closed with Zhang San's information.

"Li Qin has worked hard. From now on, everyone will start looking into Zhao Juan's friends, family, and boyfriend. Focus on checking whether she has offended anyone recently, and who she has had conflicts with. All of them must be reported."

Zhou Jianming stood up, patted for everyone to look over, and talked about the next action.

"Let's start looking for the textile factory first."

Qin Shiguan raised the phone in Yang's hand and said: "Just now Zhang San called and said that Zhao Juan was killed by her, and she still has No.2 hostage in her hand. We didn't find any hostage before twelve noon today If you fall, she will kill the other party."

"Why is it Zhang San again!!"

When Ye Cheng heard this name, he couldn't help but hugged his head and howled. The last time the tomb robbery case and the Li Fengyi case couldn't catch Zhang San, so every time the case was submitted, because Zhang San couldn't explain clearly, he was made things difficult by his superiors. .

Now this Zhang San is here again.

"Not only did Zhang San come, he also brought us a new clue."

Qin Shiguan turned on the recorded content of the mobile phone and played it for his teammates to listen to.

On the phone, Zhou Jianming couldn't help but frown from the obvious woman's voice, "It's a woman's voice."

Qin Shiguan: "Before, we always suspected that Zhang San was just hiding behind his back, like a dog-headed military adviser, but this woman's voice made people wonder whether Zhang San represented an organization."

Zhou Jianming directly made a decision: "Xiao Qin, together with Ye Cheng, check the list of all the textile factories in the city. If there is not enough manpower, just contact me and I will transfer people. Whether Zhang San is a dog-headed military division or an organization, we are the most important thing now. The most important thing is to ensure the safety of the hostages in the other party’s hands.”

"Big Joe, help them." The new police officer named Da Qiao in the office nodded yes.

In the conference room separated by a wall, Song Zongming sat on a chair and looked at Song Jianyu who was sleeping soundly, and occasionally raised his hand to help the other party pull up the blanket that was about to fall.

The father and son were completely forgotten in the meeting room.

There are currently [-] large textile factories in Jinjiang City that can be found. After all the information was found, Qin Shiguan and Ye Cheng called each other one after another.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, a woman in a floral dress came out of the Internet cafe, and ate char siu rice noodles on the side of the road in a grand manner. After eating, he took a bus to the Xigong District.

After all, after yesterday's accident, he was invited to the Public Security Bureau without even seeing the scene. Now it is better to use the identity of the murderer to satisfy his curiosity.

After the bus arrived at the stop, Song Jianyu saw the murder scene without much searching. At the entrance of the alley across the road, he was pulled directly by the barrier that prohibited passing through, and there was also a sign that required a detour.

At the entrance of the alley, a group of people took pictures with their mobile phones, and the shops selling accessories and steamed buns were full of people, many of whom were discussing what happened last night.

When Song Jianyu crossed the road and came there, he also bought two sauerkraut buns from Baozi shop with a decent appearance, and stood by the side listening to people telling stories about the alley.

"The body was hacked countless times with knives, and the flesh fell all over the floor. Some of it was washed down the sewer under such heavy rain."

What Passer-by A said about VideoStudio was just like what he saw with his own eyes at the scene. "There are still police digging out the sewers inside."

"I heard it was love killing. The woman is still messing around outside when she has a date. The man is still kind to her, but she still takes the money from the family to go out to raise a bad boy, which makes the honest man anxious!" a passer-by B thinks that the victim was killed because he must have cuckolded the man.

The real murderer who gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun stood in the crowd, listening to the chattering discussions around him, and found that no one was close to the truth.

These people are just using various speculations to enrich today's gossip topics.

"Do you think what they said is false?"

Just as Song Jianyu was about to leave, a man next to him was wearing a baseball cap, biting a bun in his hand and turned to look at him.

Song Jianyu glanced at his surroundings, and finally pointed to the bridge of his nose: "Are you talking to me?"

"Yeah! What these people said is so fake, I can hardly listen to it!" The other party continued: "Last night, it was said that this case is similar to an old case 23 years ago, but I think it is completely different."

From the corner where Song Jianyu was standing, all he could see was the palm holding the two buns.

The back of the hand is very white, with a thin and strong skeleton, and a few blue veins protrude on the back of the hand. It is the kind of palm that looks especially good when wearing a ring. The other party's head is still small, and it is the kind of photogenic face that the fat people in their dormitory most envy.

Because from the angle of Song Jianyu's front, he could only see the long brim of the hat and the hand of the other party, and his entire face was firmly blocked by these two things.

Only a little sharp mandible could be vaguely seen, other than that, Song Jianyu didn't even see what this person looked like.

"What about you? What do you think of the case?"

The passer-by seemed to have social affliction, his voice was muffled as he gnawed on the buns, and asked Song Jianyu, who was looking at him.

"No opinion, I'm just passing by."

Song Jianyu quickly finished eating the bun in his hand, and didn't plan to chat any more and wanted to leave.

But when he wanted to leave, the other party stopped him. He bit the bun with his mouth and took out the phone in his pocket. Stuttering nervously, he opened the QR code: "Beauty... can I make a friend?"

The beauty herself shook the dress she was wearing, and looked at the idiot who dared to fall in love with the murderer speechlessly: "Brother, do you see that there is a place all over my body where I can hide my phone?"

The idiot who fell in love at first sight glanced at the somewhat tight long skirt on her body, and affirmed: "No."

Song Jianyu raised his foot and walked past him, but was stopped after just two steps.

He looked along that arm, and saw that it was the same person, crossing his arms and glaring at him impatiently: "Is there anything else?"

"Can I write you a number?"

Without waiting for him to refuse, the other party took out a pen and paper from his backpack, quickly wrote a series of phone numbers on it, and handed the note to him with both hands.

Song Jianyu put the note away without a word, and when he turned a corner at the intersection, he threw the note into the roadside trash can.

After he left, a figure reappeared in front of the trash can, picked up the discarded note, smoothed it, and put it back into his backpack.

Song Jianyu, who didn't know anything about it, was fighting with his eyelids walking on the street. In order not to let himself fall asleep, he had to go to the Internet cafe and turn on another machine.

I bought another three bottles of canned coffee and drank them down. After I regained consciousness, I put on my headphones and sat in a corner. I turned on the music and turned it on loudest, letting my ears be bombarded.

Half an hour later, the man in need of urination took off his earphones and went straight to the toilet of the internet cafe.

The person who rushed into the men's room hurried out and ran to the women's room next door after a while.

When Song Jianyu came out of the toilet again, he was numb.

The person standing by the sink washing his hands looked at his current appearance in the mirror and couldn't help yawning.

In the past few days, one case followed another, and he himself didn't get much sleep.

Now the sleepiness is all supported by willpower.

Returning to his seat, Song Jianyu picked up the last can of unfinished coffee and poured it into his mouth, swallowing the bitter coffee.

The person carrying the bottle put his eyes close to the mouth of the bottle and muttered softly, "Why does it taste more bitter than before?"

The man wearing a baseball cap sitting on the other side across the aisle stared at his computer screen, and only watched what happened next door from the corner of his eye.

The desktop time shifted to 41:[-] in the morning, and the woman who had been playing games knocked her head on the desktop and fell asleep.

Five minutes later, the man who had been waiting for a long time came over and helped him up, calling softly, "Baby, wake up, baby, we should go."

The drugged woman lay there quietly, motionless, letting the other party shake her hand.

In the conference room of the Criminal Investigation Brigade, Song Jianyu opened his eyes and saw Song Zongming next to him, supporting his head with his elbows, guarding him.

"Just wake up. I bought you breakfast and it's still hot. You can eat something."

Song Zongming, who stayed up all night and didn't sleep, saw him wake up, so he got up quickly to get the breakfast on the table and handed it to him.

"Dad, I'm not hungry. You lie down and rest for a while. I'll go out and ask when we'll be let go."

Song Jianyu sat up and saw the obvious dark circles under Song Zongming's eyes. He stood up and moved his limbs before going out to find someone.

"No one in the office is there, only two clerks are left. They said that we need to get the captain's consent to let us go."

Before he woke up, Song Zongming went to ask people outside at eight o'clock in the morning.

Hearing that there was no one outside, Song Jianyu ran to open the door of the conference room, and sure enough, he saw that the entire office was almost empty.

He closed the door again, returned to his seat, and put the blanket over Song Zongming's shoulders: "What time did they leave, did you say why?"

"I left around eight o'clock and didn't say anything. When I went out to buy breakfast, I just heard that they were divided into three groups, and someone took the lead to search three addresses."

Song Zongming only heard these two sentences, and when he wanted to hear more, someone came over and asked him what he was doing standing here.

Then he was invited back into the conference room politely and without rejection.

"If we leave at eight o'clock, I think we can make it." One and a half hours was enough for the police to find the hostages in the textile factory.

The person who was drinking the hot porridge couldn't help rubbing his head when he thought about what happened when he accidentally fell asleep in the Internet cafe just now.

I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t slept much for a long time or what’s the matter, just now he was very sleepy in the Internet cafe, the volume in the earphones has been turned up to the maximum, and the eyelids are as heavy as a stone, no matter how hard he tries to open his eyes wide Still fell asleep.