Chapter Twenty-Nine: What to Fear?

I thought that I had thought of a way, although I was risky, I could break the situation and get myself out of such a situation.

Now it seems that it has added a lot of color to the already thrilling situation.

Yu Jingque wanted to laugh in his heart, a self-deprecating smile.

When following Zhang Ping to complete the task for the organization, to be honest, Yu Jingque didn't feel how thrilling.

The only time I was thrilled was when I was locked up in a police office last time.

You say it's strange or not, after the last incident, Yu Jingque felt that his situation was not better.

Zhang Ping is dead, he is half dead, and his life is in the hands of others.

Today I am twenty-four years old.

Twenty-four years old?

Yu Jingque's natal year.

The red trousers have been worn for a long time, and the red trouser belt has been tied for a while, even now, Yu Jingque still has red trousers inside.

"The natal year is too old, and the Tai Sui sits on the head, and woe will be woe if there is no joy."

Are you blessed this year?

Recalling most of the past six months, Yu Jingque felt that he was not blessed.

Woe to you?

Isn't this scene in front of you just a disaster?

Can you live by yourself at this threshold?

Yu Jingque's heart actually began to be superstitious, and the people of the secret service department searched the residential building door to door, and the questions asked were very detailed.

I'm afraid, things are the same as Yu Jingque thought in his heart, the time when the snow fox left was earlier than the time when Zhang Ping was arrested, then everything will be troublesome.

As the saying goes?

What are you afraid of!

Just when Yu Jingque was struggling with Tai Sui in his heart, an officer from the secret service department ran down from the stairs and shouted: "Ten thousand shares, there is a discovery." ”

"What discovery?" When Wan Qun saw that this person was running down from upstairs, not coming out of the room, he knew that he was asking about the discovery, not from inside the room.

"The man upstairs, when he came back that night, met the resident downstairs and saw him leave with two suitcases, so he had an impression." The person from the Secret Service Department said as he looked at what was recorded in the notebook.

"What time is it?" Wan Qun's first sentence directly hit the door, and Yu Jingque's heart was raised to his throat.

The Secret Service man glanced down at his record and said, "The man upstairs said it was eight twenty p.m. ”

8:20......

Hearing this time, Yu Jingque wanted to run away, go home and call his father to run together.

As for Ji Youning, when the catastrophe came, he flew separately, and it was easy to die if he followed Yu Jingque.

But can you run?

Downstairs were the people from the secret service department, and Yu Jingque brought two people over.

These two people are useless at all, as long as Wan Qun shouts to arrest himself, Song Guangqi may not do it, but he will not help himself.

Dong Li's goods, I'm afraid the gun will be pointed at his head.

Unable to run away, Yu Jingque smiled bitterly in his heart, showing a feeling of doubt on the surface.

"Eight-twenty?" Wan Qun's voice was also a little surprised, he obviously didn't guess that this time was a bit interesting.

Hearing this time's first reaction, Wan Qun first glanced at Yu Jingque next to him.

Yu Jingque's eyes were naturally felt, and for a moment, Yu Jingque felt that his body was stiff.

Last time, Yu Jingque thought that being in the police office was the biggest test for himself.

Now Yu Jingque understands a truth, never jump to conclusions too early, the biggest test is always the next time.

The fingers inserted in the trouser pocket pinched the thighs hard, but there was no response.

Doesn't it hurt?

Is it a dream, if it is a dream, Yu Jingque wishes that he was dreaming now.

Self-deception, it doesn't hurt because I'm so nervous that I've forgotten about the pain.

Yu Jingque's fingers continued to exert force, and the flesh on his thighs was almost pinched off by him.

The breathing slowly became smoother, Wan Qun's eyes also moved away, Yu Jingque cheered up, now is not the time to give up.

"Are you sure it's eight twenty?" Wan Qun asked the people in the Secret Service Section, this time is indeed a little suspicious.

The person from the secret service department lowered his head to confirm, looked up and said affirmatively: "Yes, I also felt strange above, so I asked again." ”

"Tell him to come down." Wan Qun said.

The people from the secret service department turned around and ran upstairs, and Wan Qun went back to Snow Fox's room and waited for someone to come down.

Yu Jingque didn't know if he looked strange when he walked now, he moved his steps into the room and waited with Wan Qun.

After a while, the people upstairs came down, wearing pajamas and eyes, a middle-aged man in his forties.

"Do you see the owner of this house?" Wan Qun asked.

In the face of such a scene, this person was obviously nervous, and he had heard of the prestige of the Special Service Section of the National Police Agency.

"It's sir, when I came back, I saw that he was a little flustered and left here with two boxes." The middle-aged man replied.

"Say hello?" Wan Qun asked.

"No, absolutely not." The middle-aged man carried a hint of excitement.

Dare to say hello?

How can a middle-aged man look at this situation and not understand, what is the identity of the owner of this house, you greet the anti-Manchu anti-Japanese elements, do you have a good relationship?

Wan Qun glared at the man dissatisfied, and said, "Don't be nervous, it has nothing to do with you, answer my questions honestly, and you can go back to sleep." ”

"Yes, officer." The middle-aged man is a chief officer, and a police officer, and Wan Qun is too lazy to pay attention.

"You're not familiar?" Wan Qun asked.

"Yes, he is often in the room, and he is rarely seen out, although they all live in the same building, but the relationship is a nodding friend."

"In the past, we would say hello to each other, but at that time he was in a hurry, and I looked at him, but he didn't look at me, so I didn't say hello."

The middle-aged man was afraid that his expression would not be clear, so he said it several times.

"Eight-twenty?" Wan Qun asked directly.

The middle-aged man first froze, then immediately nodded and said, "Yes, eight twenty, I remember it very clearly." ”

Without waiting for Wan Qun to ask, he continued: "Because that night, I had dinner with my colleagues, and they still had a bureau at half past eight in the evening, so I left at eight o'clock and came back at exactly eight twenty. ”

"Why don't you go?" Wan Qun asked a seemingly unrelated topic.

In fact, Yu Jingque knew that Wan Qun's question had a deep meaning.

When he was studying at the police academy, Yu Jingque also studied.

If a person tells a lie, he will repeatedly repeat what he is going to say and mentally deduce it countless times to ensure that he can cope with the upside-down inquiry.

But at this time, if you suddenly ask him a digression, he will seem a little incoherent, and Wan Qun is now testing whether this person is telling the truth or falsehood.

Hearing Wan Qun's question, this person subconsciously said: "I have a wife at home, and they want to go for the night, so I'll come back first." ”

It is men who understand this meaning, so this middle-aged man did not lie, at eight twenty, he really saw the person who left from here, that is, before Zhang Ping was arrested.

Yu Jingque scolded the snow fox in his heart, what are you doing badly, you have to run secretly.

You can run, you can still be seen?

In fact, Snow Fox is not to blame for this matter at all, Snow Fox's choice is the most correct choice.

But this is correct, it means that the snow fox stands on his own position, and it is precisely the snow fox who stands on his own position and chooses the most correct choice, but it hurts Yu Jingque.

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