"Oh, I see!" Tang suddenly realized after reading the note. "Wu Jingya is in the morgue, that is, the funeral home. Why did this kid run there! ”

Jia Aiguo's eyes widened, "Captain, how did you see the word morgue in such an abstract painting?" ”

"Hey, you stupid, the first picture is a centipede, the centipede is Wu, the second picture is an old woman, the old woman is not an old lady, this is a too word. The third picture is an apple, and the apple represents the flat character! Tang Cong explained.

"What about Qin Yu? What does it have to do with it? Jia Aiguo thought it was incredible.

"Qin Yu is a traitor, isn't that the word between the morgue!" Tang Cong smiled.

"You're too unprofessional, aren't you?" Dou Zhenhai looked at the note and sighed.

"Hey, Jing Ya is still smart, he doesn't expose himself and can send us a message by doing this, even if he is obtained by the bad guys, he doesn't know what it means. I think we still have to have an action arrangement or something in the future, such as where we will meet after we are separated, make up a code or something, and we can't be like such headless flies. ”

"What's a code?" Jia Aiguo asked.

A code is the same phrase that doesn't sound like anything else, but it means something else. For example, don't disturb me, I have something, this sentence means that there is danger, and when you hear it, your own people will naturally understand that there is a situation. Tang Cong explained.

"That's amazing, I think you have a point." Jia Aiguo was about to continue to praise but suddenly covered his stomach, "Captain, my stomach hurts a little, I'll give you a compliment." ”

Tang Cong pulled Dou Zhenhai towards the door, the room was dark, and Dong Hui was sitting at the table. There was only one candle lit in front of him. He was held at gunpoint by Zhang Damin behind his back and did not dare to make a sound.

"Why light candles when there's an electric light?" Tang Cong asked suspiciously. Dong Hui kept winking at him.

"You trachoma? Or did you have a stroke? Don't pretend to be a ghost and scare people, Zhang Zhong found it. Tang Cong was just about to turn around and turn on the light, when the door was suddenly shut. Suddenly a gun came to his neck, and the light came on.

Zhang Damin stood up, "Good this time, a big gang case has been solved." The captain is still mine. Zhang Damin held a gun and looked at Tang Cong carefully.

"Master!" Rui'er saw Dou Zhenhai come back and shouted excitedly, "I knew you wouldn't want me." ”

"Master?" Zhang Damin looked at Dou Zhenhai, and Dou Zhenhai smiled bitterly at him.

"Why do you look so familiar?" Zhang Damin sharpened his mouth with a gun. "Do you think he looks like the fat man who wore his pants and let us chase him back to life that day?" Zhang Damin asked his subordinates.

His subordinates circled around Dou Zhenhai and shook their heads.

"Isn't he?" Zhang Damin asked.

"No, no, no, he didn't wear clothes that day, and this person is wearing clothes now, it's hard to judge this matter." Said the subordinate.

"That's easy, let him take off his clothes." Zhang Damin said.

The subordinates got the order, and they took off Dou Zhenhai's clothes after dividing five by two. Dou Zhenhai lowered his head in embarrassment and covered his chest with his hands.

"How does it feel or doesn't it feel like it?" Zhang Damin looked at Dou Zhenhai, "It was too far away that day, and I didn't see this appearance clearly." Forget it, we can't wronged a good person. ”

"Little friend, this person is your master, were you two kidnapped by them?" Zhang Damin asked Rui'er.

Rui'er and Dou Zhenhai nodded at the same time.

"Okay, then you are witnesses, go back to the police station and record a statement with us. Old man, put on your clothes, I'm sorry to let you go bare-chested to prove your innocence. ”

Dou Zhenhai nodded again and again, Rui'er was so good, he got rid of suspicion in a few words. Dou Zhenhai turned around and picked up the clothes on the ground and prepared to put them on. His ass was straight at Zhang Damin. Zhang Damin grabbed Dou Zhenhai when he thought of something, and then pulled a piece of cloth off the right buttocks of his pants with his hand, "Good boy, it's really you!" I'm so impressed with this ass. Seeing this ass is like seeing your face. Catch them all. ”

"Knock knock." The door rang, and Jia Aiguo walked back to the house after going to the toilet.

Zhang Damin pointed a gun at Tang Cong's neck to signal him to speak, Tang Cong pursed his lips and asked, "Who... Yes.... He deliberately spoke in a long voice, wanting to remind Jia Aiguo outside the door.

"Me!" Jia Aiguo replied.

"Oh, our house is very clean, we don't need to clean up." Tang Cong said.

"What's the matter?" Jia Aiguo didn't know why the captain said that, could it be that he was a guy in the hotel, "No... ”

"Isn't it? Don't bother me, I've got something! Tang Cong suddenly thought of this sentence.

As soon as he said this, Jia Aiguo suddenly realized, isn't this the code that the captain just mentioned? It was used so quickly. "Okay master, then you can rest first, and call me if you have anything." After Jia Aiguo finished speaking, he secretly went into the room next door for Dou Zhenhai's master and apprentice.

"The service of this hotel is quite intimate." Zhang Damin put away the gun and escorted everyone down the first floor.

"Are you done with Captain Zhang?" The shopkeeper said.

Captain Zhang nodded, "Just a few of them live here, right?" Zhang Damin asked the shopkeeper.

"Two more! One of them hasn't been back for a few days, and another has just gone up and hasn't seen him down! The shopkeeper said.

"What?" Zhang Damin looked upstairs and cast a color to his subordinates. The men ran up to the second floor, room by room. At this time, Jia Aiguo had already jumped out of the window with the box and ran away!

"By the way, someone gave them a letter just now, and this person put it away, I don't know if it was given by his accomplice." The shopkeeper added.

Zhang Damin took out the letter from Tang Cong's body, and he shook his head, "What kind of thing is this?" ”

"Could it be their code?" The subordinate asked.

Zhang Damin pointed a gun at Tang Cong and asked, what does this painting mean.

Tang Cong calmly explained, "This is a letter from my mother, the old lady is my mother, she said she asked me to buy him apples to honor my father." The last man was my dad. ”

Zhang Damin opened the insurance, "Are you stupid for me, everyone who has read Yue Fei's biography knows that this is Qin Yu, how can it be your father?" ”

Tang Cong really didn't know how to make it up, and his head kept sweating. Dou Zhenhai couldn't stand it anymore, so he explained to Zhang Damin, "His father's surname is Qin, so he drew a Qin Yu to represent his father." ”

Zhang Damin looked at Tang Cong and Dou Zhenhai with suspicion, and suddenly smiled, "So that's the case, it's quite interesting to write a letter like this, you cultural people are indeed not the same." ”

Tang Cong was already in a cold sweat, and he smiled at Dou Zhenhai with a little gratitude.

"Report to the captain, no one was found upstairs, but there was a house with the window open, and that person should have jumped out of the window and escaped." Subordinates reported.

"Well, don't worry, anyway, their boss is in our hands, and they will take the initiative to send it to the door. Let's catch turtles in the urn then. Then he turned back to the shopkeeper and said, "If the people who found them come back, remember to report to me." Zhang Damin left the hotel with Tang Cong and his party.