Song Guyan shook his head, the police officer in charge of interrogation was still too tender.

Originally, he was in charge of the interrogation, but halfway through, the topic was guided by Fan Dalei.

In interrogation, what is asked and what is answered, it becomes what Fan Dalei says, and the police record what he says. Many opportunities to go deep have been missed.

However, Song Guyan didn't go in to interrupt the interrogation, otherwise he would have looked down on his colleagues. After working for more than a year, Song Guyan's emotional intelligence has also improved a lot, and he knows what to say and what not to talk about.

The police were not stupid and reacted quickly.

"Bang!"

"Do you ask me, or do I ask you!"

"Tell me all the hiding places you know, if we know it, we'll check it ourselves!"

Fan Dalei finished the last cigarette with a smile and threw it on the ground, trying to extinguish the cigarette butt with his foot. It wasn't until the handcuffs sounded that Fan Dalei realized that his freedom was restricted.

The last cigarette butt burned out so slowly, and there was a faint pungent smell in the interrogation room, which was a burnt filter.

"Warehouse at Pier 13. ”

"The basement of a department store. ”

“……”

The vast majority of the police have destroyed the location that Fan Dalei confessed, but there is one place that the police have not mastered.

"Xi Yao, don't sleep!

Xi Yao sat up and shouted in a circle, "Where are you going?"

"White Hart Lane!"

"White ...... White Hart Lane?"

White Hart Lane is located in the old town and is surrounded by high-rise buildings. This was formed in the seventies and eighties of the last century, and some of them were dilapidated houses in the thirties and forties. As a very simple piece of land in the metropolis, the municipal government has wanted to carry out demolition and development several times, but it has never been able to negotiate, and the conditions offered cannot meet the requirements of the residents of White Hart Lane.

In recent years, seeing that the housing prices in Shanghai have been rising, Bailu Lane wants to be demolished. As soon as the old house is demolished, it will be a compensation of several million, and if you buy a new house about the same, there will be more than 100,000 left, which is beautiful.

But the price of demolition is too high, and Bailu Lane is an old city, so it is not worth much. Residents are willing to demolish, and the municipal government is eager to quickly fix this old house that affects the image of the city, but no real estate company is willing to take over.

Since the economic crisis, the real estate market has not been well regulated. Decades of old companies do not dare to guarantee that they can be clear about the direction of the policy, such a large piece of land, land costs plus demolition costs, even if the bank can provide a part of the loan, no real estate company has the strength to eat.

It dragged on like that.

The young people all went to work, and there were only some old men and old ladies left to sit under the south wall. Two policewomen walked into White Hart Lane with a police dog, which immediately attracted the attention of many residents.

"Who are the two police comrades looking for? Tell the old woman, I am familiar with this area. ”

“……”

“……”

Song Guyan and Xi Yao are really used to such an enthusiastic grandmother.

"This place, Yang Po lives here!"

Anyone else staying?

Song Guyan's heart sank, this is the hiding place explained by Fan Dalei, how could anyone live there?

It stands to reason that an outlaw like Wang Hao will definitely not trust anyone. The hidden location that the police have not found must be one of Wang Hao's last strongholds. is such a top-secret location, living in this old woman, Song Guyan really doesn't know what Wang Hao thinks.

"Mouse, this kid was here yesterday. Yang Po said with some resentment, "You said that you finally came back once, and you didn't even eat a meal." ”

Xi Yao laughed, Wang Hao was busy running for his life, where did he have time to stay and eat.

"Grandma, did Wang Hao say anything when he left?"

"Alas~ The mouse said that his company went abroad, and he was going to go out for a long time, so he couldn't come to see me often in the future. ”

"How often does he come?"

"There are always one or two times a month, and this time is a lot less. ”

"Oh, by the way, when he left, he took the package that put me here, and left me a lot of money for me to eat something good. ”

"You say that this kid has been so kind-hearted since he was a child, and he has never forgotten me. ”

Song Guyan was a little sluggish, with so many crimes on Wang Hao's body, can it be said that he has a good heart?

However, she did not interrupt Yang Po to speak, and listened quietly to the old lady's chatter. When people get old, it's much easier to talk.

Walking out of the old yard, the sun pulls people's shadows very long.

"Sister Song, I've listened to the Classic of Mountains and Seas for so long, but I haven't gotten anything. Xi Yao pursed her lips unhappily, "If we had come yesterday, we might have been able to catch Wang Hao!"

"Did you say that Wang Hao told Yang Po the truth? What if he really ran away and went abroad, it would be even more difficult to catch!"

Song Guyan thought for a while and did not speak.

Labrador glanced at Xi Yao with contempt. I have been in the Criminal Investigation Corps for so long, and I really haven't made any progress at all. Even if the Labrador often goes out on weekdays, he knows that he can see a lot of deep things.

Wang Hao regards Yang Po as the deepest den, not because it is relatively hidden, but because Yang Po can bring him a sense of psychological security.

Crazy and brutal, murdering, smuggling, drug trafficking, and doing all kinds of evil, but he is a guy who lacks a sense of security. The direct result is nostalgia, even a trace of childhood care can make him remember it for a lifetime.

"Go back to the police station!" Song Guyan sat in the co-pilot a little tiredly, and said to Xi Yao.

After a few days of continuous rotation, Song Guyan's body had reached the point of being at the end of the crossbow.

On the way to the police station, Song Guyan couldn't help but take a nap.

It's rare to stay in the car so quietly, especially when Xi Yao is driving. This woman's favorite thing to drive is to press the brakes to the end, and to sit in her car is to touch the car, and from time to time she will experience what is called inertia.

"How long has it been, why didn't you wake me up?" Song Guyan looked at his watch, and it had been almost forty minutes since he set off just now. And from the old town to the city office, it only takes 20 minutes at most.

"It's not that you're so tired, so I'll let you sleep a little longer. Xi Yao said with a big grin.

Song Guyan knew that Xi Yao's appearance was extremely confusing, and she was still very careful when she was really stupid.

Xi Yao saw that Song Guyan was about to get out of the car, and hurriedly said, "Sister, if you are really tired, go back and rest for a while." ”

"No, you help me run to the archives and bring up all the information of Wang Hao, and I will wait for you in the sixth group. Song Guyan said with high spirits.

The second monk of Xi Yao was confused, but he still obediently ran errands.