"Yes, I'm here to interrogate myself, and I need an enclosed space, and none of you can spy on me!" Hua Hu obviously knew the process of the police, and first put forward the request.

Lin Ying was stunned for a moment, but Shen Yu had also made a similar request before, which was not a surprise to her.

"Teacher Shen, do you have the confidence to break through?"

"Absolutely." Hua Yu said confidently.

"In that case, I can agree to your proposal."

"Okay, give me two hours, and within two hours, no one will come in and disturb me." Hua Fei said.

Lin Ying nodded. At this point, she can probably only be a dead horse and a live horse doctor, she beckoned to two police officers, and ordered: "Find a fully enclosed interrogation room, cut off the camera, you bring that back-the-pot man in, restrain him on a chair, and then guard the door, no one is allowed to enter without Mr. Shen's consent." Do you hear that? ”

"Understood!"

Lin Ying finished speaking, and then looked at me again.

"You and I will sort out the clues we have recently discovered, and see if we can find out what we can do."

I originally wanted to accompany Hua Huan, but seeing that Lin Ying was so carefully arranged, I thought that she was even more of a person who did what I said, so I glanced at Hua Huan again. She was not worried, and tilted her chin at me and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine, you can go." ”

I watched as the two police officers took Hua Ying away, and then followed Lin Ying to her office.

"Sit down." She graciously pulled me over the chair and poured the tea again—much to my heart's content.

"Let's talk about it." She put a cup of tea in front of me, then sat down on her own and said to me.

"Say what?" I was on pins and needles, because this sentence was clearly the opening sentence of her interrogation.

"Tell me about things you know, I don't know."

"Don't make a fuss, you don't know anything." I said with a sloppy eye.

She didn't say anything more, just sat across the table, her hands on her teacup, and just looked at me quietly. I was furious by her, and I almost opened my mouth to confess.

But fortunately, I held on for one more second, and Lin Ying immediately smiled.

"Yes, you can survive the queen's gaze, it seems that you haven't done anything immoral."

- I'm Nima?! Are you deceiving me for a long time?!

"Don't be angry. That is, I dare to tell you this, the pressure has been too great these days, and I feel like I'm about to collapse - I can't trust anyone I see, and I feel like someone who wants to commit a crime...... "Lin Ying sighed and said, "Forget it, don't talk about this." ”

"I don't care if you suspect others, but if you suspect me of being a traitor, then let's wait until another dimension of our friendship." I said with some dissatisfaction.

"Actually, it's not that I suspect that you've become bad, I just think you've been weird lately." Lin Ying said.

"Haven't you always thought I'm weird? You're a criminal investigation captain, you can't even figure this out, you're too mentally retarded, right? "I don't have to be unforgiving.

"Can you stop talking about this? Let's take care of the case! Lin Ying was a little embarrassed and hurriedly stopped me from speaking.

"Yes. Where do you feel like it's going to be from here? ”

"Recently, there have been a lot of doubts, such as the death of three people in the tomb of King Luqiu before, why are there still three corpses of mouths in the large community? This is not a parody at all.

"Also, is the man who carries the pot the person who was captured by the faceless man to be transformed, why can't the two people who carry the pot be able to find out their identities? Why do they collect iron pots and what exactly do they want to do? ”

After listening to Lin Ying, I suddenly remembered one thing: "Have the other two Sarekole people found it?" If the first few Sarekoles were all killed by faceless men, then as long as you find the remaining two Sarekoles, you can keep an eye on them and wait for them. ”

"Recently, I almost forgot about my visit to Huai Xizhuang, if you didn't mention it." Lin Ying took out a report from the table, and then handed it to me, "This is the information from the investigation." ”

I flipped through the information, and Lin Ying explained beside me.

"Quan Yuran, who is Xuan Ming in the Sarekole people, was shunted to Wuzhou, and we contacted the police in Wuzhou. Because of his ugly face, the locals were impressed.

"Like the rest of the Sarekole, Quan Yuran is single. He lives in a Yao village in the mountains, makes a living from farming, and has never set foot in the mountains. But a year ago, he suddenly fell ill and died. ”

I flipped through Quan Yuran's information, and sure enough, I saw a death certificate, issued by a township hospital, and the cause of death was acute cerebral hemorrhage.

Xiao Yu called the township hospital and found the doctor who issued the death certificate. According to the doctor, Quan Yuran has a malignant alcoholism, and he had a blood clot a few years ago, but this time he had a ruptured cerebral blood vessel, and he fell to the ground while working in the field.

Neighbors rushed him to the village clinic, but he was already cold. The doctor said that he could guarantee 100 percent that Quan Yuran would have died of natural causes. ”

"Is this really okay?" I asked, "How can it be so coincidental?" ”

"Hmph, if you think it's a coincidence, then you're wrong, and there's something more coincidental." Lin Ying shrugged and said, "A month before Quan Yuran's death, some people found him over the mountains and mountains, stayed at Quan Yuran's house for two nights, and then left. Guess who that person is? ”

"One of the Sarekole people, too?"

"That's right, it's the same Lu Xia who once shot and attacked you. Speaking of this Lu Xia, we have made a new discovery. You remember, he was shot dead, right? ”

"Yes."

"The bullet that killed him was special, and we've been investigating where it came from. The other day there was finally a result, and it came from a new type of pistol developed by a European arms dealer.

"This pistol has only been used on a small scale, and it is not yet fully commercially available – Interpol is one of the few people and organizations that assemble it. So we approached Interpol in the hope that they could identify the owner of the bullet, but they have not yet replied. ”

"Did Interpol do it?"

"Probably not, in addition to this organization, there are also police or troops in several other European countries, and they are also equipped with this kind of gun, and there are two countries that have been in turmoil recently, and guns are likely to flow into the black market."

I put down Quan Yuran's materials and picked up another stack of documents.

"This is the last survivor of the Sarekole people at present - Gu Baotian, now known as Gu Longfei. He was shunted to Ji'an, Jiangxi Province, where he worked as a teacher at a local school called Bailu Middle School.

He was always single, but he quit his job and started selling river sand, becoming a well-known local small business owner — but a year ago, he suddenly sold his property, cashed in on the money and left Ji'an, never returning to his hometown. Locals say he went to Shanghai, but guess where he is now? ”

"Wei Yang." I say.

"You guessed it." Lin Ying said with a smile.