Chapter 334: Clues

Huang Zhicheng came to the hotel again, stood at the door of the room and frowned in deep thought, half loud, looking at the two overlapping bullet holes on the glass and couldn't help muttering, "Why do you have to hit the head?" ”

"It's dangerous!"

"If it were me, I would definitely hit the chest, at least with a large range and an easier time to hit the target."

"Or does he just think it's a game, and the more exciting the better?"

Pacing back and forth in the house, Huang Zhicheng fell into deep thought, and kept trying to restore the scene in his mind, when he suddenly heard Ah Jin next to him speak: "7 'combos', full score, from the beginning to the end of the door, no more than ten seconds before and after, how many people can have this speed on Hong Kong Island!" ”

"What did you say!" Huang Zhicheng suddenly looked back and shouted, startling Ah Jin.

"I, I said 7 'combos', what's wrong?" Ah Jin was taken aback.

"No, the next sentence." Huang Zhicheng said irritably.

"No more than ten seconds before and after the start and finish of rushing through the door."

"And then behind."

"How many people can have this speed on Hong Kong Island."

"That's right! I've got it! Huang Zhicheng suddenly laughed and said: "You kid likes design, and often goes to the gun club to practice, right?" ”

"yes." Ah Jin nodded.

"And don't you think it's like a target competition?"

"yes, how did I forget, I said how it always feels familiar." Ah Jin slapped his thigh suddenly, and then waved his hand and roared: "Isn't it like this every time the gun will be played, the skill of 'combo' has a plus, so those masters deliberately practice this, and the score given by playing Area A is not deliberately compared to the chest!" ”

"Yang Zhengxiang is also a firearms enthusiast, and I watched him participate in last year's live-fire shooting competition!"

"That's right!" Huang Zhicheng walked out excitedly, "Go to the gun club and check the information!" ”

It didn't take long for Huang Zhicheng to bring people to the meeting, showing his ID and getting the competition record of the shooting association in the last ten years, and after returning to the police station, he began to count the top few places in the annual competition.

"Anyone who has shown superb marksmanship in the gun club competition over the years, but anyone who has shown superb marksmanship on weekdays will be brought back to the police station for questioning." Huang Zhicheng distributed the information sorted out by everyone, and finally said, "Ah Jin, go and invite Yang Zhengxiang back." ”

"Mr. Yu, we are from the West Kowloon Police Station, and we will go back with us for investigation." As soon as I exited the security checkpoint, a young man in a green coat was blocked in place. A police officer stepped forward very unceremoniously and said.

"Mr. Wang, there will be a meeting at 2 o'clock." At the door of the mobile building, a man in a suit and leather shoes with glasses listened to the secretary next to him report the itinerary while walking.

"Change the itinerary, change it to 4 o'clock, and let the driver pick me up at 3:30." The man with glasses said lightly.

"Hello Mr. Wang, we are from the West Kowloon Police Station, there is a case related to you, please go back with us for investigation." After showing his ID, the policeman said with a smile.

On the 3rd floor of an old house, the policeman raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Mr. Ho, we are from the West Kowloon Police Station, come back with us ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the man shoved away the police and turned to run, but fell to the ground at the top of the stairs, and was handcuffed during the struggle.

"Mr. Peng, we are from the West Kowloon Police Station, and we will go back with us for investigation." At the door of the gun club, a police station stepped forward very unceremoniously and said.

Dozens of people were taken back to the West Kowloon Police Station, and the police station was jumping for a while.

"What kind of lawyer do I see, I don't want to sue you." The man in the green coat was pushed against a chair.

"What's the matter, officer!" The man almost fell while holding on to the table, and asked quickly.

"Sir, I still have a few meetings to open, don't delay my time." The man with glasses reached out and looked at his watch, frowned, and said.

Outside the interrogation room, Mr. Wong was holding a coffee and watching the different interrogation images on eight CCTVs.

"What's it called?"

"Yu Zhihua."

"Why do you run when you see the police?"

"I thought you were a loan shark."

"I've heard that you're very good at guns, and I often say that I can get a lot more combos."

"Officer, I'm just a bubble girl blowing water, this is also a crime, it's very powerful, I'm not me!"

"No. 1, No. 4, No. 6, No. 7 are all released, these few are not suspicious, replace the next batch." Huang Zhicheng took a sip of coffee.

"Do you know Yang Zhengxiang?"

"I know, that guy was abducted and cheated, and he cheated a lot of friends." The man in glasses replied.

In the eighth picture, Ah Jin personally inquired about Yang Zhengxiang who was brought back.

Yang Zhengxiang, whose hairline was raised high, glanced at the two policemen who questioned him indifferently, and took out a box of cigarettes by himself, although it is certain that he is the mastermind behind the murder, but his net worth is here, and the police must maintain enough respect.

Even God would forgive a rich man.

Ah Jin frowned slightly and asked, "When was the last time you saw Zheng Zhenwen?" ”

A few days ago, the assistant who accompanied him to the gun club took out a lighter to light it for Yang Zhengxiang, took a deep breath, and then Yang Zhengxiang said: "I resigned from his position as the chief financial officer three months ago, and I have never seen him again." ”

"Where were you on October 28, 1985?" Ah Jin continued to ask.

"Hey, don't you have an ashtray?"

Ah Jin took a deep breath, went out and got an ashtray and put it on the table, and then continued to ask, "Do you know these people in the photo?" ”

"Don't recognize?" Yang Zhengxiang didn't bother to look at it, leaned back in the chair and said directly.

"They say they know you."

"Then do you know Li Jiacheng?" Yang Zhengxiang smiled disdainfully and looked at the assistant next to him.

"I know!" The assistant said with a glare.

"That's it!" Yang Zhengxiang looked at Ah Jin with a dissatisfied face, "Ah sir, I'm so rich and famous, isn't it normal for someone to know me, the question is whether Li Jiacheng knows you, I don't understand!" ”

"Okay, good," Ah Jin gritted his teeth hatefully, turned his head and said to the uniformed policeman next to him: "Ask from the beginning, over and over again." ”

After that, he turned around and walked out, he didn't have any way to take Yang Zhengxiang, and he didn't dare to have the slightest means of crossing the line, but it didn't mean that the police didn't have other ways to disgust people.

"Your surname!"

"Please ask some important questions!" Yang Zhengxiang frowned.

"Your surname!"

Two hours later, several people had changed in other rooms, but in room 8, the uniformed policeman still asked with great spirit: "There are so many people surnamed Yang in the world, how do I know what Yang is here, is it Yang next to the wooden word or Yang next to the handle." ”

"Yang Zhengxiang!" Yang Zhengxiang sighed and only felt that his ears were buzzing, as if there were a hundred flies buzzing in his ears.