The two sat in the hospital room, discussing the case one after the other. For Meng Sifan, this is a big problem, although Wang Nan has already talked to him once, but he did not mention half a word about Meng Sifan's condition.

"When is Professor Nie coming?" Thinking of Meng Sifan, who was pretending to be crazy and stupid, Fang Lubai was a little breathless and asked Wu Wenhui.

"Nie Lao, he has time tomorrow, and there is a lecture that needs to be attended today, so the time will be scheduled for tomorrow afternoon."

"Tomorrow afternoon?" After finishing speaking, Fang Lubai got up and walked out of the ward and rushed towards Meng Sifan's ward.

Meng Sifan in the room was taking medicine, and seeing that his performance was not intense, Fang Lubai pushed open the door, and after nodding to the doctor, the doctor walked to his side.

"The patient had just been sedated, so he was a little sluggish. If you have any questions you want to ask him, it's best to hurry, sedatives won't make him quiet for long. ”

The doctor turned around and walked out of the ward, Fang Lubai walked up to Meng Sifan and looked at Meng Sifan on the bed.

"Can you hear what I'm saying?" Fang Lubai stretched out his hand and waved it on his face a few times, and then Meng Sifan's eyes followed Fang Lubai's hand to turn left and right.

"Very well, can you tell me how you got into the smuggling car?" Fang Lubai pulled a chair and sat in front of the window looking at Meng Sifan.

When Meng Sifan heard this question, his face suddenly showed some anxiety, and his facial muscles twitched unnaturally a few times.

"I... I won't tell you anything. He struggled for a moment, then bared his teeth.

"It seems that he is still quite sane, should you consider hypnosis?" Fang Lubai sat next to him and muttered to himself, then touched his bag.

I saw him reach out and take out a tactical pen, the cap glowing with metal. He stretched out his hand in front of Meng Sifan and said to him slowly: "Meng Sifan, you are staring at the pen in my hand, okay, very good."

Meng Sifan obeyed Fang Lubai's arrangement in a trance, and his eyes followed the cap of the pen to turn left and right.

"Very well, you feel very sleepy right now, you really want to sleep, and after I count three numbers, you will go to dream. One, two, three. After finishing speaking, Fang Lubai violently stopped the pen shaking from side to side in the middle.

Meng Sifan closed his eyes in response, and his breathing rate slowly slowed down. Looking at Meng Sifan, who had been successfully hypnotized, Fang Lubai straightened down and asked him slowly, "Who asked you to smuggle plasma?"

Meng Sifan's brows furrowed, and then he said blankly, "It was the leader who asked me to sell plasma."

"Who did you sell your plasma to?"

"A man in a military coat."

"What's his name?"

"I don't know."

Meng Sifan told Fang Lubai what he knew without reservation, and Fang Lubai asked Meng Sifan while giving him psychological hints. Feeling that the time was ripe, Fang Lubai asked Meng Sifan, "What's the name of your leader?" After finishing speaking, Fang Lubai stared at his lips, hoping that he could give a satisfactory answer.

"I..." Meng Sifan seemed to have woken up, reaching out and tearing his hair hard, as if he remembered something.

Seeing that Meng Sifan's eyeballs were rolling rapidly, Fang Lubai hurriedly whispered: "You are still very tired now, and you really want to sleep, and you won't wake up until someone calls your name." I'll count to three, and you'll forget everything that just happened, one, two, three. After finishing speaking, Fang Lubai hurriedly shut up, and Meng Sifan's rapidly rolling eyes slowly quieted down.

"Whew, it's good that nothing went wrong, otherwise this guy would have turned into an idiot!" Fang Lubai didn't expect Meng Sifan to be so resistant to this question, Fang Lubai said that the chair was put back in its place and left the ward.

Tianhai City, Chengnan New Street, Fang Li is walking slowly and leisurely on the street.

"Wu Ju, the target has been locked, thirty meters away from me." Fang Li put down his glasses and watched Wang Wenmin's movements through the reflection of his sunglasses.

"Keep an eye on it and don't get noticed." Wu Wenhui's voice came through the headphones, and Fang Li found that she seemed to be looking at him, and he hurriedly bent down to fiddle with the things in front of him.

"Hello sir, what do you need?" The waiter on the side approached him and asked Fang Li with a smile on his face.

Fang Li didn't even look at it, and pointed casually: "Wrap this for me, is a hundred yuan enough?"

"That's enough." The waiter skillfully collected the banknotes and prepared to pack them, but Fang Li directly picked up his things and walked outside.

Wang Wenmin was picking out a dress, there were many people in the shopping mall, and Fang Li almost lost it several times. He just wanted to go to see what Wang Wenmin was doing, but found that she was not in the clothing store.

Unexpectedly, she lost it, Fang Li's head suddenly broke out with a layer of sweat, could it be that she found herself following her? Fang Li searched everywhere, but found no trace of her.

It didn't take long to see Wang Wenmin walk from a locker room to the payment desk, and Fang Li hurriedly came to her side, for fear of losing it again.

With this experience, Fang Li didn't dare to take his eyes off for a second, he followed closely behind Wang Wenmin, so as not to be obscured by the crowd.

After following Wang Wenmin for about half an hour, Fang Li found that he was not the only one who was following Wang Wenmin, and there were two other people who followed Wang Wenmin with abnormal expressions.

I saw that the two people slowly came behind Wang Wenmin, one was in front of her, and the other was close behind her, and he seemed to be holding something in his hand.

I saw a cold light flash in the hand of the person behind him, and then he took out a small wallet from his handbag.

"Hey, I didn't expect to meet two thieves." Fang Li smiled, and then slowly walked to the side of the bag cutter.

"Friend, do you have something extra in your hand?" Fang Li grabbed his shoulder, and the two were like good friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"What's more? Who are you? The short, thin man looked at Fang Li in some surprise.

"Get what you're holding out, or I won't mind leading you into the bureau for a cup of tea." Fang Li put down his right hand and pressed his hand into his pocket, but his left hand was inserted into his own pocket.

"You don't play black, I'll do this......"

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Li shook the police card in his hand from his eyes, and then asked him again, "Won't you take it out this time?"

"Okay, I'll give it to you." Reluctantly, he took his wallet from his pocket.

"That's right..."Fang Li was about to take it, but when he saw that there seemed to be something strange under the wallet, he instantly wanted to withdraw his hand, but it was a little late, and the blade hidden below easily cut through his skin, and there was an extra wound on the index finger of his right hand.

"Damn, this grandson." Fang Li bent down to pick up the wallet on the ground, tore a piece of paper from his pocket, and wrapped the wound simply.