Song sir, there are more than 300 people named He Ying in China. ”

"I've checked all the information, and there is no one who matches him, and he says a pseudonym."

Morning, nine o'clock.

Song Zijie had just woken up in the office, and when he walked to the pantry to make coffee, a guy found him in the pantry with a report.

Last night, Sir Song deliberately asked one of his superintendents to interrogate first, and he went to the office to make up for sleep. It is planned to wait until the superintendent's subordinates can't pry open the criminal's mouth and the criminal is exhausted, and then he will personally go out to take charge of the interrogation.

Alas, when the boss always likes to appear last, it can not only reduce the difficulty, but also show that he is very good. The guys have long been accustomed to this routine and have no problem at all.

At this time, Song Zijie took the report with his hand, did not open it directly, but drank coffee and asked, "What about facial recognition?" ”

At first, he thought that "He Ying" was stupid, maybe he had really succeeded in his words. Unexpectedly, the arrival of the head is another family name.

That guy is really not honest!

The guy next to him smiled and replied loudly: "Sir Song, there is only one similar person in the facial recognition system." ”

"Who?"

Song Zijie found that the guy was selling Guanzi, and there was some curiosity in his tone.

"Xiahou sir."

"Superintendent of the Training Division, Police Force Training Instructor Xiahou Wu."

Song Zijie sighed lightly and said incredulously: "Have we cracked any big cases?" ”

"Yes."

"We might be able to solve a big case."

"Now Xiahou sir has asked for leave to go back to the mainland to check the household registration."

The man's smile was full of gossip as well.

Song Zijie smiled, patted the guy's shoulder, held the coffee cup, and walked out of the pantry.

"I'll interrogate him, and you can go and have breakfast."

"Yes, sir."

The man stood there and watched the chief leave, and then opened the drawer and took out the coffee beans, ready to make himself a cup of coffee first.

Song Zijie walked into the interrogation room, waved his hand casually, and waited for the guys next to him to leave, then he pulled out a chair and sat down, looked at He Ying in front of him and said, "Actually, I understand your thoughts very well." ”

"Modern life is stressful, and everyone wants to go back to ancient times to live the days of idle clouds and wild cranes."

"It's normal to be a little paranoid, but you have to be literate as a professional killer, and you can't fool the police with these things, right?"

It turned out that when he was walking on the road, Song Sir finished reading the information report in his hand.

What does the report say?

He Ying told the truth and wanted to confess his origins, but no policeman would believe it at all.

In Applejack's opinion, this is more like an article! It's the killers all over the place who come out to tease them!

But Song Zijie is still quite patient, and plans to continue to talk to He Ying, hoping to catch some clues.

Strive to bring Zhao Yuanlong and another behind-the-scenes boss back before the "first brother" returns to Hong Kong, and then find the smuggled goods.

It's the perfect case.

But after He Ying heard Song Zijie's inquiry, he frowned, and asked directly: "How many generals are you?" ”

"Huh?"

"Again?" Song Zijie was stunned for a moment, feeling that communicating with neuropathy may have to become another neuropathy. So in order to solve the case and get clues, after adjusting his frequency, he replied with a smile: "Seven pins, right?" ”

He compared and estimated the modern and ancient systems in his heart, and when he was full of calculations, a senior assistant director on Hong Kong Island should be able to count as a seven-grade in the whole country.

However, seven products belong to seven products, and if you bring the word "general" again, you have to count the army.

But after joining the military system, Song Zijie felt that he couldn't even reach the seven grades, so he could only type the word "bar" for himself as a way back.

After all, you can't be too proud, what if you get slapped in the face?

However, He Ying's eyes widened after knowing that he was a seven-rank official, and he said in disbelief: "Little seven-rank general, you can be in charge of the 'big bird', a national weapon, hum!" Do you know that this kind of heavy weapon should not be exposed, and it is best to deploy the frontier to defend against the enemy? ”

"It's a big deal and stupid for you to catch me."

Song Zijie tapped lightly on the table, and after listening to this meal, he wanted to give up the interrogation.

"I can't talk, I can't talk, I can't talk to this kind of neurosis!"

"What is the weight of the country? Now helicopters can be regarded as important weapons of the country? ”

Song Zijie took a sip of coffee, raised his eyes to He Ying and asked, "Have you heard of Dongfeng Express?" ”

He Ying was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it. ”

"Oh."

"You remember, that's the most important thing for the country. The big bird that catches you is a vehicle at most compared to him. ”

"Whether you recruit or not, you confess the boss behind the scenes, or hand over the goods, I will let you go immediately!"

Song Zijie pointed to the door, and did not say that he would not arrest him again if he was let go, obviously using a routine to conduct a coaxing interrogation.

However, He Ying is not a deceitful guy.

His eyes narrowed slightly when he heard the word "delivery", and he thought that the official was eyeing his "golden ball of time and space". On the one hand, he was secretly shocked that the official was well-informed, and on the other hand, he gritted his teeth and refused to speak.

Song Zijie personally questioned for more than ten minutes, and was about to turn off the camera and let He Ying see the power of the "iron fist of capitalism...... A superintendent knocked on the door of the interrogation room and said, "Sir Song, someone has applied for visitation. ”

"Visit him?" Song Zijie stretched out his finger and pointed at He Ying, got up and walked to his subordinates.

The superintendent nodded, lowered his voice and said, "Yes, it's a person named Huang Xiaomei, the girl who took him into accommodation." “

Song Zijie touched his chin thoughtfully, then nodded and said, "Okay." ”

"You take him."

The no-carrier killer is the most terrifying.

If the killer cares a little about the people and things he cares about, there may be other breakthroughs.

Isn't there often a clip of a professional killer and a beautiful girl falling in love in movies?

Applejack agrees that Huang Xiaomei just wants to try this method when she sees He Ying, and maybe she can use Huang Xiaomei to get words out of his mouth.

As for the details of Huang Xiaomei, the police can find out clearly after a little investigation. It's just a little sister who accompanies her in the bar, and there's nothing special about it at all.

Song Zijie looked back at He Ying, did not return to the interrogation table, but put his hands in his pockets, left the interrogation room directly, and decided to go and talk to Huang Xiaomei first.

The superintendent took over the chief's affairs, walked into the interrogation room and looked at He Ying and said, "Someone is visiting you, come with me." ”

Two police officers walked out from behind him and lifted He Ying from his chair.

In order to prevent this highly combat-effective criminal from escaping, the police force has taken out the heaviest shackles and hand-cuffed He Ying's hands and feet, which are impossible to cut without a chainsaw.

(End of chapter)