Knowing that Lin Chen was at the rest stop and couldn't run, the torture congregation was not in a hurry.

He knew very well that, with the ingenuity of his friend, he must have known that he had been exposed.

So it's really funny to watch a person who is known for his calm and composure anxious.

On Heping North Road, the traffic police who assisted in the management of the small school bus that wanted to turn from south to north to Changping Avenue was delusional.

When the criminal arrived, the school bus driver was still entangled with the traffic police who stopped him.

"Master, you really didn't violate the rules, it's just that the police comrades want to ask you some questions." The traffic police stood by the school bus and patiently persuaded them.

"The students are in a hurry to get to class!" The school bus driver patted the steering wheel,

The convict circled around the bright yellow school bus.

The students on the bus had already gotten out of the bus for inspection, and the boys and girls were standing on the side of the road in private school uniforms.

The girl's sailor skirt is above the knee, and when the wind blows, it reveals the youthful and energetic leg line; The boys were not arrogant at all, and although they were delayed, they waited quietly for inquiries.

"Maple View School?" Xing Conglian set his eyes on the school emblem pattern composed of golden maple leaves and silver cinnamon branches on the left side of the school bus.

"There is a well-known private school in the city, which offers courses from kindergarten to high school, and the tuition is expensive!" Wang Chao pointed to the little girl with the mushroom head on the side of the road, who was also wearing a navy blue school uniform skirt and was held by a tall boy.

"With such a young child, parents can rest assured that they will let her go to school by herself?" The torture never stopped smacking his lips.

"In Fengjing, the children in the kindergarten are picked up and dropped off by the special senior seniors on a one-to-one basis, how can it be unsafe?" Hearing Xing Conglian's question, Yang Dianfeng, who was standing aside, couldn't help but answer.

"Do you have a child in Fengjing?"

"My youngest brother is in high school in it."

"Rich man."

Hearing this, Yang Dianfeng looked at the criminal conglian meaningfully, smiled, but just said: "After all, the quality of education is good, no matter how much money you spend, if the criminal captain also wants to send the child in, I can introduce you to the principal." ”

"We criminal police are very poor and can't afford to pay for tuition."

Xing Conglian seemed to be in a good mood, chatting with Yang Dianfeng with or without a match.

Suddenly, the police officer who assisted in the scene seemed to have rummaged through a girl's school bag.

"I don't know where it came from!" The schoolgirl clenched her strap, but her words were calm.

The police officer sealed the items into an evidence bag and handed them to the criminal servant.

Xing Conglian looked at the contents of his eyes and walked in front of the female student again: "Little sister......" As soon as he opened his mouth, Wang Chao kicked him from the side.

"This classmate, you said this thing is not yours?" The criminal conglian quickly changed his tone and held up the evidence bag to the female student, which was the car tablet that had just been taken away by the carjacking teenager not long ago.

The girl nodded: "When I packed my schoolbag in the morning, I didn't have this thing." ”

"So you've never touched it either?"

The girl's eyes were bright: "I think you can go and get your fingerprints checked." ”

"Makes sense." The torturer touched the stubble on his chin with his hand.

"I've been carrying my bag all the time today, unless someone put it in my bag when I walked from home to the bus stop, but that's not very likely." The girl glanced at her school bag, and the iron buckle on it was firmly fastened.

"Makes sense." Xing Conglian continued to touch the stubble, "What time did you leave the house?" ”

“7：35。”

"Where do you live?"

"Wakasui Street."

"Oh?" The torturer looked at the girl, but he didn't have a scruple

"Uncle, can I go?" After saying that, the girl walked in the direction of the school bus.

"Interesting." The convict Lian looked at the back of the ponytail girl and muttered to himself.

Wang Chao was about to lose it: "Head, give me the tablet quickly, hurry up and go to the rest stop to find Ah Chen, please!" ”

The captain of the criminal police who is ready to catch the turtle in the urn will not care about the pleading of his subordinates. He Shi Shiran handed out the tablet, leisurely folded his arms and waited aside.

Looking at the happy face of the torturer, Wang Dynasty held a vicious breath in his chest, but he could only resign himself to work.

He quickly plugged his tablet into his computer and typed into a dazzling pile of code.

A complex red path is outlined on the map, showing where the tablet had taken after leaving the hijacked vehicle.

The cobweb-like path map was completely confusing, but as if he suddenly realized something, he took out his phone from his pocket and typed in two locations.

"What the hell......" Wang Dynasty looked at his phone, then looked at the road map on the computer, and subconsciously shouted at Conglian: "Head, there is a problem with the GPS of this computer, this is impossible!" ”

Hearing this, the general manager of Touran changed his face: "Mr. Officer, this on-board system is the latest equipment of our company, and there is no possibility of a problem!" ”

"Look, I just used my mobile phone navigation to make a simple calculation, from the ten-square section of Hongjing Expressway to our current location, a total of 165 kilometers, it takes more than two hours to drive." As he spoke, he pointed his phone at Yang Dianfeng, and then poked the time in the upper right corner of the phone, "But look at it now, it's just 8:00, it's only been an hour and a half before the bus was robbed, and his driving path is so complicated, how can it be possible to get from there to here in such a short time." ”

"Maybe it's a shortcut, you analyze these paths, there should be clues?"

Wang Dynasty wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, what the punishment Conglian said might also make sense. So he pulled up a map of the surrounding areas of Hongjing City and began to study it carefully.

The torturer looked at the entire map, and the road was densely packed, like blood vessels attached to the human body.

"The little sister said just now that she went out at 7:35, and she was very sure that before that, this tablet must not be in her schoolbag, so you focus on researching, in the magical time of 7:25-8:00, where did our lovely tablet pass, and how did it get to the little sister's schoolbag."

The dynasty's eyes lit up, and he began to take a number of words according to what Lian said, but soon, he became depressed.

"Manager Yang, to be honest, there are still problems with your system." The tech nerd looked frustrated, "Why doesn't your GPS positioning system have a "location-time" record? ”

"What do you mean?" The criminal servant asked.

"It's your system that only records the location and driving path of the machine, but it doesn't record when it passed through these places."

Yang Dianfeng spread his hands helplessly: "For us, GPS is just convenient for us to control and monitor the driving path of the vehicle, I'm really sorry." ”

"That can only be combined with monitoring and investigation, I'll ask the school bus driver to take his daily driving map, you compare and see" Xing Conglian was also a little disappointed, he patted Wang Chao's shoulder, as if relieved.

"But it doesn't make sense, boss!" Wang Chao rubbed his hands, "Even if you compare it and know how it got into the little sister's schoolbag, what can it prove?" ”

"Proof what?" Xing Conglian's tone was a little cold, "To prove that a criminal is capable of doing something that we can't usually do, to prove that we are being played around by him, to prove that we don't know his purpose yet, what more proof do you need?" ”

After the torturer finished speaking, he didn't even give Wang Dynasty a look, and walked straight towards the driver.

Wang Dynasty looked at his back, and always felt that after the autumn full of torrential rain and blood, his captain seemed to be silently undergoing some changes, but it was not easy to say, what was the difference.

"Captain, please wait."

The torturer didn't take two steps before he was stopped by Yang Dianfeng.

"I've got the latest grand map here, on paper." Yang Dianfeng ran to his car, took out a map from the storage box, trotted, and handed it to the prisoner, "You ask him to draw directly on the map, so that he can see it more clearly." ”

The school bus driver also seemed to notice that the captain of the criminal police had a bad face, so he surprisingly cooperated, he marked the daily driving route map on the grand map, and clearly marked every stopping point, the criminal conglian glanced at the map, and then took the map back to Wang Dynasty.

Dynasty compared the route on the map, compiled the driving path into the computer, and a concise and clear yellow path map began to overlap with the red route recorded by the tablet's system.

"What the hell." Xing Conglian finally couldn't help it, and repeated what Wang Chao had said just now.

Because the earliest intersection of the two routes was at the entrance of Fengjing School, and since then, the red and yellow lines have separated and overlapped many times, which is completely confusing.

"If there's a timeline, it's easy." Wang Chao said depressedly.

"I'm going to go around this way." The convict pointed to the school bus route.

"I'll go with you." Yang Dianfeng said to Xing Conglian with a smile.

Yang Dianfeng sat in the passenger seat, outside the window, the road sign kept changing, and the criminal conglian only glanced at the map, but did not turn half a wrong corner.

"The Captain has a good memory." The handsome manager of the bus company leaned against the window, propped up his chin with one hand, and let the spring breeze blow his hair into a mess.

The torturer took a cigarette in his mouth, too lazy to talk.

At the intersection close to Fengjing School, he stopped the car, and it was school time, and the boys and girls got out of the car from a place outside the intersection and walked into the school gate.

Yang Dianfeng walked down with him and walked with him on the tree-lined avenue full of camphor trees.

The convict walked very slowly, with his hands in his pockets.

The cold spring breeze and noisy words blew past him, but he walked forward.

"What are you thinking?" Yang Dianfeng finally couldn't help but ask.

"Once, I had a friend tell me that if you can't figure something out, feel it." Torturer Lian closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Do you feel anything?"

The captain of the criminal police opened his eyes and did not speak.