Chapter 65: Three Graves 28
Ren Xian didn't know why someone in the world could switch their thinking so quickly.
In short, a second after the Chen surname left, the police officer, who had been in control of the situation, aimed his head at him.
Ren Xian was very reluctant to admit it, but the moment those green eyes swept towards him, he felt trembling all over.
"This, according to the regulations, cannot be disclosed." He replied under tremendous pressure.
Xing Conglian was not ready to accept such procedural prevarication, unlike the humble and polite victim appearance, at this moment, he suddenly became strong and cold.
"I think the team leader should know that if it weren't for my friend who happened to have a little hobby, now, I'm afraid that I would be in the interrogation room of the Yongchuan branch, accepting your 48-hour uninterrupted interrogation, and then I would be punished for drug possession, lose my police badge and work to support my family."
After Xing Conglian finished saying this, his speech was very slow, and the threat was very strong, and after he finished speaking, he paused for a while, as if to give Ren Xian enough time to think.
Ren Xian felt that he was the one who sat in the cold and narrow concrete room, forced to tell some secrets, even if there were two groups of special police under him sitting behind him, he didn't have any sense of security.
Although he has been serving as a background board from beginning to end, in fact, when he sat down at this long desk, he had already begun to constantly think and judge the situation, for example, what is going on in today's drug possession case, is the ICPO completely used as a tool to frame him, or is there something else inside?
But as the incident progressed, he gradually realized that the muddy water he waded into today was far deeper than it seemed before, if time could be turned back, he Ning Yuan himself did not see the scene photo that was transmitted, it was really a big trouble.
But where does time turn back?
Ren Xian raised his head, and suddenly noticed the improvised surveillance camera that was glued to the wall with plastic tape, like the eyes of a beast, as if it were a record of what happened in the room.
Cameras, signal shielding devices...... He seemed to understand something.
"Actually, it's because of a clue."
"What clues?" The torturer leaned forward slightly, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
"About a transnational drug case."
Ren Xian stroked the black hair on his forehead, his hair was not long, but the roots of the hair were a little wet, and some sweat was pulled out, he looked like he was finally unable to resist the pressure and was ready to explain the facts.
He turned his head and looked at the group members who had been sitting quietly in the corner behind him, and said, "You go and wait for me in the car." โ
This is obviously a letter to talk about important matters, and the SWAT team members on the ground look at each other, as if they don't know why their boss chose to violate the rules and cooperate with these people.
However, an order is an order, and they stood up in turn, ready to go out, and went to wait in the car for a while.
Just as the person walking at the front pushed open the door of the conference room, the torture Conglian suddenly spoke.
"We'll be over soon, the conference room downstairs seems to be empty, you can go there and rest."
He raised his head, and a smile appeared on his originally straight face, looking polite and sincere.
When the yawning officers of the Second Bureau at the door of the conference room heard this, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they stretched out their hands and bowed slightly, as if to lead the way.
Looking at those backs, Lin Chen silently counted in his heart, these special police officers who left temporarily were already the fifth group of people who walked out of this conference room today.
Seeing that the door was closed, the torturer was like a ball that had suddenly been deflated, or a young man who had finally finished the banquet, he suddenly relaxed, he no longer sat upright and rigorous, but lazily took out a cigarette, lit it without hesitation, and after the fire flickered, he took a deep breath of the cigarette, and then tilted his head.
As if he had received a signal, Wang stood up as if he had no bones, stretched out his arms, climbed into his chair, and removed the surveillance camera from the wall.
The torturer took another cigarette from the cigarette case and threw it in front of Ren Xian along with the lighter.
Ren Xian knew that he had no way to refuse.
When the smoke rose, he suddenly realized that the truly secret but most important topic of the day was finally about to begin.
"Does this drug possession case have anything to do with Fang Zhiming?"
It was as if someone had fired a shot in his ear, Ren Xian felt a buzzing in his ears for a moment, and his brain turned into a mess, when he lost some of his thinking ability, his emotions would take over, he quickly became angry and nervous, and his conditioned reflex was fast, he quickly drew his gun and aimed it at the person on the other side of the long table: "Why do you know?" โ
The criminal conglian was still smoking, and he didn't have the slightest intention of surrendering: "Your reaction to sue me is really related." โ
Ren Xian's brain was thinking quickly, the file should be top secret, even if there is authority above the director level, it cannot be accessed, each unfinished mega case has its own internal encryption method, and it is impossible for outsiders to crack it, what is going on? Many possibilities circled in his mind, and he suddenly saw the young man drinking water in the corner, as if he understood the calmness of a qiฤ.
Wang Dynasty was furious, and couldn't help shouting: "Look at what I'm doing, am I the kind of person who violates the law and discipline when I'm fine, and invades the background of other people's systems when I'm in a bad mood?" โ
"Answer my question." Ren Xian was still holding a gun, insisting.
"Hey, why are you so nervous...... It's no wonder that when you see a little clue, you will blow up, and you will tell the truth casually. "Comrade Wang Chao has no intention of pulling the boss at all, and continues to stimulate the leader of the serious case team.
"Little clue?" Ren Xian's voice was very cold, like a chiseled ice ballast, and Wang Chao couldn't help but shrink his neck when he glanced at it.
"I've been waiting for this clue for three hundred and twenty-six days."
"It's only eleven months." The dynasty casually figured it out.
At this moment, he felt Lin Chen pat the back of his hand and said, "Three hundred and twenty-six days ago was May 11 last year. โ
On May 11 last year, a fully loaded passenger car, including an anti-narcotics police officer named Fang Zhiming, crashed into the Yongchuan River.
The dynasty soon realized that it was again about death and revenge, and he shrunk his neck and said sincerely, "I'm sorry. โ
Ren Xian maintained the action of preparing to shoot, but everyone present knew that it was impossible for him to pull the trigger, he felt that what happened today was very ridiculous, he went out in the morning, bought a cup of coffee downstairs in the office as usual, and then went upstairs, and continued to analyze the files in the dark, like a lot of long and hopeless stories that suddenly encountered the favor of the god of fate, and when it was noon, he saw the alarm sound.
It was not an alarm for some terrorists to invade the Interpol Yongchuan Branch, but a red dot in the lower right corner of his computer began to flash, which meant that the interception network they had set up had intercepted some important information.
And the so-called important information, in fact, is just a mobile phone photo that is not too high in pixels, the photo is the suite of the most local hotel in Yongchuan, under the large snow-white bedding, scattered with dark green โกโก leaves, just when he thought that this was just the silhouette of those rich young masters' promiscuous lives, he suddenly saw a colorful packaging bag. The bag was disguised to resemble some brand of bubble tea that could circle the globe, except that the font was blurry and had the botched plastic feel characteristic of underground factories.
When he saw the bag, Ren Xian trembled with excitement, and the subsequent plot, like a police and bandit movie that can be seen everywhere, he mobilized his subordinates, determined not to let such a clue slip away again, the two groups of people launched a raid and search work respectively, however, the police and bandit film has changed into a vulgar comedy, after that, he saw the next three indiscriminate frame-ups, stupid and defenseless chess pieces, and boring battles between wealthy families, which made him drowsy, until the moment just now, the plot suddenly jumped back to the main line again, and, Push forward at breakneck speed in an unsuspecting manner.
In fact, if time permits, Ren Xian will find that the few people sitting in front of him have just saved the life of the baby daughter of one of his colleagues. Although, for some original purpose of protection, the truth of what happened in that reed bush was sealed decently, but there was really no impermeable wall in the world, he had actually filled out those reports and submitted them to the local police in Hongjing, just waiting for approval, he could get all the details about the entire hijacking case.
It's just that it's just right, and it's just too late.
Such a wonderful arrangement, of course, does not necessarily come from the hand of fate.
Xing Conglian is very clear about this: "The case we are investigating happens to be a little insignificant related to Fang Zhiming's case. He finally finished smoking the whole cigarette, as if he had finished a long period of thinking, and finally decided to give the leader of the serious crime team in front of him who was trapped in the beast realm, a ray of bright life, "In the case we investigated, there was a deceased person who was once a witness and the only survivor of a jewelry robbery, her name is Cheng Weiwei. โ
"And then?" The head of the Interpol Serious Crime Team, who had not read the file, was a little dazed, and the deceased was a witness, a jewelry robbery, a drug case, and these elements seemed to be a little too messy.
"You see, the story is connected by the guรฒ people, and in the robbery case that Cheng Weiwei experienced, the criminals used some methods, which are exactly the same as the methods used to murder Fang Zhiming."
Ren Xian's brow finally furrowed, his figure holding the gun relaxed, he stuffed the gun back into the holster, the previous cigarette was pitifully thrown to the ground by him, he bent down, picked up the cigarette butt, like a down-and-out vagabond, and lit the cigarette again.
"Fang Zhiming, an undercover police officer under me, a year ago, his participation in the investigation finally made progress, and then, because his identity was exposed, he was forced to terminate the mission and returned to China."
"Fang Zhiming's undercover location is not in the territory?"
"Yes."
Ren Xian was holding a cigarette, and he and Xing Conglian knew very well that what they were exchanging was not intelligence, but trust.
The criminal conglian nodded and said: "I won't ask about the details of the case, I only suspect one thing, from Zheng Dongdong's planting to your reaction to arrest, the reaction time here is less than an hour and a half, Zheng Dongdong can't report directly to Interpol, he doesn't have this way, your reaction speed is too fast, so, what is it that makes you so nervous?" โ
The words of the torture servant company made Ren Xian's face completely gray. Yes, dark cases are always dark, and if there is a bright light suddenly, then the first thing you have to do is to hide and study carefully, what is that light.
Ren Xian took a deep breath and replied, "During the mission, he sent back some photos of the interior of the drug-making factory, among which there were some product packaging bags, which were exactly the same as the large linen packaging bags found in your bedroom. โ