After working overnight and being bombarded by dozens of police calls, Monet Bai only slept for three hours, and it was half past seven when he opened his eyes.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he changed into a clean police uniform, and returned to the duty room to complete the handover.

Looking at the criminal police team's eyes full of wistfulness, Lao Wang smiled, "Didn't you sleep, okay?" I went to lie down for a while, and it happened that this morning's regular group meeting was canceled, and there was nothing to do. ”

"The regular meeting was cancelled?" She paused to chew the steamed bun, "Why did you suddenly cancel it?" ”

"You don't know yet? Hou Yong has news, and they are discussing outside, ready to leave immediately. ”

"How is that possible?"

She is doing Hou Yong's work, and for nearly a month, she has used WeChat to chat with Hou Yong every day, which has won the trust of the other party.

The head of machismo is here again! Avoid her every time the net is closed. Just because she's a woman.

Changed into civilian clothes and chased out of the substation, it was still late, plus a sudden car accident on Zhongguan Street, and it was strictly congested.

Monet was glad that the leader had taken a step earlier and didn't catch up with the traffic jam, while trying to get a taxi.

However, the road conditions are really bad, seeing that the time for arrest is approaching, if she doesn't show up, in case the scene of the micro-friend meeting fails, she will be arrested again? Difficult.

In a hurry, there was a scene of stopping a car on the street.

Others may ask, is it enough to catch a suspect?

For the "desperate three mothers" Bai Monet, it is very much.

Although she has little sleep, she is full of fighting spirit at the moment, because this is the first case assigned to the homicide team of the serious crime brigade, thinking of the tragic situation of the six-year-old deceased, Monet's round eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes deepened.

The suspect, Hou Yong, 22 years old, dropped out of school and was unemployed, and personally kidnapped his stepfather's daughter, his half-sister, and planned to ask his stepfather who started the company for some money, but killed the child by mistake during the kidnapping.

Young and ruthless, because the other party did not call the police, after getting the money, Hou Yong threw his sister into the garbage dump, deliberately disguised as a sexually ~ assaulted appearance in order to confuse the public.

Fate is always so treacherous.

Monet never thought that he would meet Hou Yong as soon as he rented it.

Although she had only seen the photo, she recognized it at a glance.

Originally, according to the original plan, it was led to Starbucks in Hall A to do it, but Hou Yong, who had changed his mind, was forced to get into the car.

She can carry a police officer ID card, and if she is discovered by Hou Yong, it will be even more difficult. In desperation, I can only start first.

When he found that there was an extra helper like Xing Zhaoyang around him, Monet had already chased him to the vicinity of the music box.

At that time, standing in the square, Xing Zhaoyang didn't even figure out how he got out of the car and chased here.

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In the TV station broadcast room, the members of the "Star Taxi" column team stared at the screen, stunned and dumbfounded......

The room was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

The first to react was Xing Zhaoyang's director Xiao Song, "God! The ratings are coming! Suddenly, there was a mixture of astonishment, ecstasy, excitement, and excitement.

After several years of directing work, he has developed a keen sense of touch, and Xiao Song operated the control machine on the table, "Follow the car, follow the car, what are you still doing?" Xiao Liu hurry up, don't miss a shot. ”

A total of five guests were invited to the second season of "Star Taxi", in addition to Xing Zhaoyang, there are also Fu Yu, a little fresh meat in the music world, Jiang Yao, a red model male god, Liu Rong, a new little flower dan, and Zhang Zetao, the "national uncle".

Unlike other programs, because the task is released at any time, cameras are installed in the taxi and outside the car, and it is connected to the control room in the station. It just so happened that it was the first time to record today, and all positions did not dare to relax.

Hearing the shouting, the cameraman Xiao Liu was shocked and rushed forward with the machine.

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The surrounding pedestrians hurriedly avoided it, and within the range of what they thought was safe, they watched the confrontation from a distance, and the square was in chaos.

Clutching the dagger, Hou Yong's eyes were red, "Get out, get out of here!" Don't come here......"

"Hou Yong, let's talk about something slowly, you calm down first......" Bai Monet moved step by step, trying to get closer.

"If I knew you weren't a good thing, I shouldn't have come today." Hou Yongqing was very excited, but his gaze was fixed somewhere behind Monet, and his eyes were cold.

Bai Monet was alert, turned around and found that he didn't know when, there was an extra person carrying a camera here.

The more chaotic it is, the more people add to it.

Maybe Hou Yong's murder was a mistake at first, and later he created a false impression to get by, but being caught by the camera and exposed to society at the moment was definitely not what he wanted.

Sure enough, Hou Yong, who turned the corner, reached the brink of collapse.

At the last moment, the hidden door of the music box less than a meter next to him was suddenly pushed open, and a girl with a smile like a flower came out, "Mom! ”

At the same time, in the distance in the crowd, a female voice screamed, "My child, my child"

Hou Yong turned his head suddenly, and his eyes lit up. This distance is simply hand-to-hand.

I'm missing a chance to help myself get out, and here's it!

As the little girl shouted, Bai Monet and Xing Zhaoyang's hearts rose to their throats.

If, just now, they still had time to think about what strategy to use to subdue the murderer, then now, obviously, there is no time.

The two rushed out almost at the same time, one hugging the little girl and the other restraining Hou Yong.

The strangers who met for the first time reached a tacit understanding in this way.

Even after the action is completed, the cameraman realizes what happened, grabbing the knife, falling sideways and finishing, a series of actions completed smoothly, comparable to the design of professional guidance.

At this moment, Xiao Liu finally understood why those harsh action directors appreciated Xing Zhaoyang so much. It was the first time he had been looking forward to his work.

However, just as everyone was breathing a sigh of relief, Hou Yong unknowingly took out another fruit knife and headed straight at Xing Zhaoyang's chest.

A few years of military life was not in vain, Xing Zhaoyang reacted quickly, dodged a dodge, dodged a straight stab, and although he passed by the danger, his arm was still not spared. The fruit knife pierced through the coat, and the strength was imaginable.

After placing the little girl, Monet turned around and turned around, just in time to see Xing Zhaoyang injured. To be honest, this stubborn "driver" with an eccentric temper made a move, which was completely unexpected by her.

Just as Hou Yong raised his knife and rushed towards Xing Zhaoyang again, Monet swept the hall from behind.

Everyone watched Hou Yong fall to the ground in response, but before they could see what was going on, Xing Zhaoyang next to him turned over and fell on Monet's body.

After a brief pause, Xing Zhaoyang got up. After waking up, I found that in the chaos just now, the palm of my hand seemed to touch something, soft and soft, and the feeling was still vaguely there.

Afterwards, Monet recalled that if Hou Yong hadn't grabbed her hand when she fell, and she grabbed Xing Zhaoyang's arm in a hurry, it is estimated that there would have been no such thing as "hitting the chest".

However, he was busy arresting people at the time, and although his chest hurt slightly, Na Cheng dù was completely negligible.

As for Xing Zhaoyang......

I guess, I don't feel anything, do I?