Zhao Zimeng saw the protruding green tendons on the back of Rao Yan's hand, which was the result of exertion.

At the moment, his heart was not as calm as he seemed.

"According to our investigation, this person named Ni Guangfu has a lot to do with this case. He claimed to be a member of the Municipal Writers' Association, but when we went to the Writers' Association to investigate, the Writers' Association said that there was no such person at all. ”

Zhao Zimeng just tried to see Rao.

Rao glanced at a glance and did not answer.

He snorted twice in his throat, and his eyes began to wander, but the string on his face was still tense.

"We found the trace of No. 1 on the portrait in Mengrong Hall, Hongwu Street, Xicheng District, and we can find the place where Ni Guangfu stayed."

Zhao Zimeng deliberately revealed some information to Rao at a glance to spy on his reaction.

At this moment, no matter how good Rao Zhan's psychological quality is, he can't sit still calmly and calmly.

For the first time, Zhao Zimeng saw a little evasion and fear in Rao's eyes and expression.

Zhao Zimeng just wants to put Rao on the frying pan and bake it well.

"Captain Zhao, if you don't have other questions, can I go, I'm the team leader now, and I have a lot of things on hand."

Rao Guanguan finally lost his breath, he was a little hairy and wanted to slip away.

That's right. Zhao Zimeng is going to have this kind of reaction.

"Comrade Rao, don't be impatient, haven't you always been concerned about the progress of the case? We can reveal a little bit of the situation to you. This Ni Guangfu hid the number one in the portrait in Qiyun Temple, this person is very smart. ”

Rao glanced at the consciousness that he had just lost his temper, and he quickly made adjustments.

He looked at Zhao Zimeng blankly, as if he was listening to Zhao Zimeng's speech, but as if he didn't listen.

To be exact, I was listening carefully, but I didn't understand it, and it looked a little absent-minded.

At the same time, the smile returned to his face.

Zhao Zimeng had already seen his subtle psychological changes from Rao's self-adjustment.

"We have to admire this person named Ni Guangfu, from Qiyunguan to Mengrongtang on Hongwu Street, you can walk through the back door of Qiyunguan, along the Rouge River, and then through Swallow Lane and General Lane, you can go to Hongwu Street. Thanks to what he thought, this road is so hidden. ”

"As for why No. 1 went to Mengrong Hall every day to take a bath, at first, we couldn't figure it out. It turned out that Number One had a serious skin condition. ”

"Number One is a grave robber who often deals with dead people and has something unclean on his body."

Zhao Zimeng observed that some fine beads of sweat appeared on Rao's forehead.

"We admit that this Ni Guangfu is indeed very smart, but as the old saying goes, when a horse stumbles, there is a mistake in a hundred secrets, and we still find out his secret......"

Zhao Zimeng stopped talking and raised his eyes to look at Rao.

If Rao Glance is Ni Guangfu, he will definitely not be indifferent, the so-called concern is chaotic, this is what he said.

Rao's gaze suddenly became focused.

Before, his eyes were either flashing or evasive, which showed that he was very concerned about the "secret" in Zhao Zimeng's mouth - because it was likely that the secret was related to himself.

Zhao Zimeng saw what was hidden in Rao's eyes with his discerning gaze, and he deliberately said unhurriedly: "I guess Comrade Rao, you also want to know, what is the secret?" ”

"I don't really care." Although Rao said this, the muscles under his right eye trembled a few times.

Rao wanted to know what the so-called "secret" was.

But Zhao Zimeng deliberately said slowly, wanting to stop talking.

"This Ni Guangfu is a pretender, he dressed up in disguise, pretending to be a hunchbacked old man, but in fact, he is not very old."

At this time, the muscles under Rao's right eye trembled even more, and when he found that Zhao Zimeng's eyes were looking directly at him, he touched his right cheek vigorously and shifted his gaze elsewhere.

"This Ni pilgrim has been to Qiyun Temple three times."

After Rao glanced away, he didn't connect with Zhao Zimeng's line of sight.

He began to touch his right cheek under the eyelid frequently to calm the tense muscle as quickly as possible.

The beads of sweat on his forehead were thicker than before.

"When Ni Guangfu left Qiyunguan for the last time, someone saw him regain his young man's posture, and it turned out that his hunchback was pretended. The acting skills are so good, Oscar owes him a little golden man. Zhao Zimeng laughed.

Seeing Zhao Zimeng's unfathomable smile, the sweat on Rao's head finally gathered, forming a huge bead of sweat, which dripped down his cheeks.

"Comrade Rao, are you not feeling well? Why are you sweating? Zhao Zimeng pretended to be concerned.

"I'm fine, I just sorted out the warehouse stockpile, and it was a little hot." Rao smiled awkwardly, and wiped the sweat on his head with his sleeve.

"Oh, it's okay, it's getting colder, but at your age, it's just the time when you're in full swing. According to our investigation, the person who sold the four cultural relics to Cai Yaohui is also a hunchback, and there are quite a few coincidences in the world. Zhao Zimeng put away his smile.

"Our police judge that the hunchback who sold the four cultural relics to Cai Yaohui is the same person as this Ni Guangfu."

The two pairs of eyes focused on Rao's face, and Rao took an evasive attitude towards this focus.

His head was slightly lowered, his eyes were moving in a circular motion in his socket, and the muscles under his right eye began to shake frequently, and it was clear that he could no longer control it.

Zhao Zimeng can be sure that at this moment, Rao Zhan Zhan no longer knows how to deal with it, so he can only choose to be silent.

Ma Jianping raised his head, looked at Zhao Zimeng, and then opened the briefcase and put the portrait and pen into the bag.

In the end, Zhao Zimeng made another bit of surprise: "Comrade Rao, how is your relationship with Duan Chunsheng?" ”

Rao's eyes blinked a few times: "The relationship is good, we are old neighbors." ”

"Duan Chunsheng was killed, do you know?"

"I heard that Brother Duan died too miserably, who killed him, you must catch this person. His children are still young, and Sister-in-law Che is really pitiful. Rao looked sad.

On the evening of October 6, Duan Chunsheng was led into the Er Fat Hotel by an acquaintance to drink. Since you have a good relationship with Duan Chunsheng, you should know who else has a good relationship with Duan Chunsheng. Zhao Zimeng said.

Usually, he only drinks with a few neighbors at the door. I don't know what friends he has out there. We have a good relationship, but we're not the kind of friends who talk about everything. Rao glanced at the relationship.

"According to our analysis, Duan Chunsheng was killed because he saw No. 1 and the murderer together."

Rao began to blink frequently.

"Therefore, this murderer intercepted Duan Chunsheng on his way to get off work and brutally killed him."

Rao's face turned pale.

Zhao Zimeng closed the notebook: "Comrade Rao, let's talk about it here, if necessary, we will talk to you about the case." Thank you for your cooperation. ”

"No thanks." Rao said as he slipped his two hands into his pants pockets.

From beginning to end, Rao always sat in the same position, leaning back in the chair, with his feet stretched out and crossed together, which is a relaxed sitting position.

As for Rao's hands, in addition to being copied in the pockets of his trousers, they are hugged on his chest, or they are tightly clasped together. With your hands in your pants pockets, it's also a very relaxed gesture.

Holding his hands in front of his chest and clasping them together is a gesture that only happens when Zhao Zimeng asks some sharp questions.

It can be seen that Rao Guanguan is not monolithic, and his expression and demeanor have not changed significantly, but they are still captured by Zhao Zimeng's keen eyes.

At this time, in the Xinhua Bookstore opposite the gate of the Zhongguan Grain Depot, there was already a person waiting for Rao at a glance, and this person was Lu Qian.

Since Rao Glance moved out of No. 117, he has not lived a day at his home in the former village of Huaigu Village.

Where will he live?

Zhao Zimeng sent Lu Qian to follow Rao at a glance.

What Xiang Daimo was worried about was exactly what Zhao Zimeng was worried about, if Gao Yulong told Xiang Daimo a lie, then it was possible for Rao to kill people.

With Lu Qian's tracking at a glance, Gao Yulong can be safe.

After that, Rao's good buddies Men Xuejun and Zhao Haifeng were invited into the conference room successively.

The two of them are thick and leafy, and they are blowing in the sea.

They failed to provide Zhao Zimeng with more information, and Zhao Zimeng did not expect to ask anything from them.

Rao is a scheming man, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to let the police tear a hole in his friend's body.

After leaving the Zhongguan grain depot, the two went to the detention center - Cai Yaohui had been transferred from the detention room to the detention center.

The person who received the two people was Director Hai of the detention center.

Director Hai led the two into a conference room.

The three of them drank tea while waiting for Cai Yaohui's arrival.

After about two minutes, two guards led Cai Yaohui to come.

Cai Yaohui has a pair of handcuffs on his hands. Since he was caught, his heart has been much calmer, and his mental state has been calmer.

Director Hai stood up and motioned for Cai Yaohui to sit down on the chair opposite.

Zhao Zimeng nodded at Ma Jianping: "Cai Yaohui, we drew a simulated portrait, you can identify it well." ”

Cai Yaohui nodded.

Ma Jianping took out the portrait of the mysterious person from his briefcase and handed it to Cai Yaohui.

Cai Yaohui took the portrait and looked at it carefully and carefully.

His brow went through three processes, from tightening - letting go - to completely stretching.

Cai Yaohui suddenly raised his head: "Captain Zhao, I only told you about his hairstyle and beard, what did you draw this portrait based on?" ”

"Is he the one who sold you the Nine Sheep Bottle?" Zhao Zimeng said.

"Very much like that." Cai Yaohui's answer is not very certain.

"This portrait is based on the memories of you, the Taoist priest of Qiyun Temple, and a photo." Zhao Zimeng said.

"I'll see." Cai Yaohui said.

"Look carefully, see clearly, don't be in a hurry to answer." Zhao Zimeng said.

Cai Yaohui looked at it extremely carefully for a while.

Zhao Zimeng and Ma Jianping both looked anxiously waiting for Cai Yaohui's answer.