||->-> Chapter 93 of the main text is the Clay Man King

Although Lin Xiruo is young, he has been a police officer for several years, and he has a very good set of psychological warfare. She is real and fake, bluffing and deceiving, and it looks like the real thing.

Lao Sun is an honest man, where can he withstand such intimidation. At that time, his legs trembled, and he actually squatted down with his head in his hands, crying: "I should die, I am obsessed with money, so I did such a lack of morality......"

"Ahem...... actually, such a thing can be big or small, the key depends on your attitude." Lin Xiruo won the first battle and dismantled Lao Sun's psychological defense, so he eased his tone and said:

"Stealing ashes is the same crime as insulting a corpse, and you have violated the law too many times. If you really pursue it, the consequences are very serious. But if you cooperate with us and provide some clues, you can also turn yourself in, and you can atone for your sins. ”

"I, I say, I say......" Lao Sun said excitedly, "As long as I don't go to jail." ”

Lin Xiruo smiled slightly, and said to his teammate Shi Pingjin: "Record a confession." ”

In fact, according to the procedure, Lao Sun should be brought back to the police station to record a statement. But Lin Xiruo was anxious and wanted to catch Feiyun Daoist as soon as possible, so he started an inquiry at wanshuba.com Lao Sun's house.

"How long have you been selling ashes? What's the price? Who did it sell to, and what was the name of the other party? Lin Xiruo asked.

"Yes...... It's been five or six years. At first, it was fifty per pack of ashes, but later the price increased to one hundred. Each bag of ashes is about half a catty, and every week, I give him about four or five packets. Lao Sun bowed his head and replied.

Relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and relying on the water to eat the water, Lao Sun is, relying on the crematorium, eating ashes every day. Five hundred a Thursday, estimated that this income is enough to catch up with his regular salary.

Ding Ermiao listened to the music, and made up, the price was increased by 100% all of a sudden, and the Price Bureau didn't care about you? Profiteers, profiteers.

"Who is the person who bought the ashes, and what is it called?" Lin Xiruo continued to ask, this is the key point to be clarified tonight.

Lao Sun shook his head: "I don't know what his name is, I really don't know." A few years ago, on my way from work, the man stopped me and told me that I ...... about buying ashes. After that, he contacted me once a week and traded on my way from work. Receiving and paying, never talking much. ”

"You didn't lie to me?" Lin Xiruo glared at Lao Sun.

"I really don't dare to lie to you......" Lao Sun cried with a sad face, tears and snot flowing down together.

Shi Pingjin, who had not spoken, suddenly pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked Lao Sun, "What does that person look like?" ”

"Oh......, wide head, triangular eyes, a collapsed nose and a pointed chin,...... Mustache. ”

Shi Pingjin held a pen and notebook in his hand, and asked while brushing a few strokes, sketching a portrait and handing it to Lao Sun: "Is this what it looks like?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes...... that's pretty much it, a little thinner, a lot of wrinkles on the face." Lao Sun was surprised.

Not only Lao Sun, but Ding Ermiao was also taken aback. This guy really has a bit of a magic pen Ma Liang's ability, and he really drew the suspect.

Shi Pingjin made a few more strokes, added a few folds to the avatar, and then asked, "What else is wrong?" ”

Before Lao Sun could answer, Jiang Ming, a sturdy police officer on the side, pointed to the portrait and shouted: "I know him, he is the clay man king who sets up a stall in the Tianqiao Night Market!" ”

Lao Sun looked at the avatar carefully and nodded to confirm: "That's it." ”

"Jiang Ming, Shi Pingjin, you take Lao Zhang back and make a detailed confession. Speak well and don't scare him. Lin Xiruo pulled the portrait in Shi Pingjin's hand, waved to Ding Ermiao, and said: "Ermiao, let's go, let's go to the Tianqiao Night Market, it is estimated that the clay man king is setting up a stall at this time!" ”

Ding Ermiao grinned, raised his hand to his ear, and made a saluting motion.

The two got into the car again and galloped towards the city center.

Ding Ermiao covered her stomach and put on a crying face: "Sister, I want beef noodles again." ”

In the afternoon, I set off from the construction site of the hydrophilic home, and now I have been running back and forth repeatedly, and I have not had time to eat, and I am a little hungry.

"Caught the clay man, please eat well. Bastard, dare to scold my bastard, catch him, I let him not eat and walk around! Lin Xiruo honked the horn angrily and ran wildly.

"Sister, there's one more thing you have to think about. The Clay Man King is not necessarily the ...... of Feiyun Dao. Ding Ermiao grinned: "A craftsman who sets up a street stall will probably not open his mouth to extort Xie Guoren for 50 million." ”

"You mean, behind the Clay Man King, is the Feiyun Dao Chief?" Lin Xiruo was stunned.

"Isn't it? You can't rush this matter, you have to follow the vine and take your time. ”

The so-called Tianqiao Night Market is a place where small vendors set up their stalls. On the octopus-like overpass, the cries of selling came and went. Because it is the commercial center of the mountain city, although it is already the middle of the night, it is still bustling with people. Ding Ermiao Lin Xiruo stepped on the overpass and searched in all directions.

"There!" Lin Xiruo swept to a clay figure stall at a glance and stabbed Ding Ermiao with his hand.

Ding Ermiao looked around and saw a lean old man, on the bridge opposite Tianjingdong, selling his clay figurines vigorously, spitting all over the place. In front of his stall, there are several customers, standing or crouching, admiring the clay figurines or haggling.

The appearance of the old man of the stall owner is very close to the portrait painted by Shi Pingjin. On the railing of the overpass behind him, there is also a wooden signboard: Clay Man King.

"What now? Catch it or not? Lin Xiruo was a little undecided.

"There are too many people now, and if you don't get it right, you will be startled. Who knows if Feiyun Dao Chang has eyeliner here? Ding Ermiao looked around and said in a low voice: "It's best, when he closes the stall, follow him, and then arrest him." ”

Lin Xiruo nodded, called again, and asked the two teammates to come over to support, track and arrest, and need to cooperate to be foolproof. What if the clay man suddenly ran into the alley?

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ding Ermiao made a call to Xie Caiwei and asked her to send someone to send one of the mud dogs found on the ring road in the morning. There is ironclad evidence in front of him, and the clay man king does not dare to deny it.

Then, Ding Ermiao also called Wan Shugao and Li Weinian and instructed some precautions at night. Fortunately, the construction site has been arranged in advance, and there are ghost children on the pillar to take care of it secretly, but it is safe.

After the two of them finished calling, Lin Xiruo naturally grabbed Ding Ermiao's arm and said, "Let's go, go around casually, and take a look at those clay figures by the way." ”

Ding Ermiao smiled evilly: "Sister, if you hold my arm like this, my heart is beating so fast." ”

"Get out!" Lin Xiruo glared: "What is this?" When I was on an unannounced visit or tracking mission, I often became a couple with Shi Pingjin or Jiang Ming, which was needed for work, don't think crookedly. ”

"Huh? Sister, if you perform such a task in the future, don't be cheap to that Shi Pingjin and Jiang Ming. It's good to find me, on call, free cameo ......, and it's okay to stick beef noodles upside down. ”

The two talked and laughed, made love, and walked to the booth of the clay man king with confidence.

"Look at my clay figurine, handsome guy and beauty, take a look......" The clay man king looked up and beckoned.

Listening to the voice, it is not the Feiyun Daoist who is talking to Xie Caiwei.

Lin Xiruo paused for a moment, then pretended to be interested, squatted down, picked up a fat cat clay statue casually, and asked, "How to sell it?" ”

"Thirty, it's not expensive, hehe......" The clay man king stared at Lin Xiruo's collar and smiled.

Lin Xiruo's previous pajamas were splashed with dog blood, and then changed into a set of pajamas prepared by Xie Caiwei. However, the size of this set of pajamas was too large, and Lin Xiruo was informal, squatting down, and suddenly the scenery leaked out, and the eyes of the clay man king who looked at it lit up.

Ding Ermiao stretched out his hand and swung up and down in front of the clay man's nose: "Hey, hey, little old man, what are you staring at my wife?" If you're old and improper, beware of me beating you! ”

"No, no......" The clay man blushed, coughed dryly, and turned his head to look to the side.

Lin Xiruo realized that he was gone, covered the collar on his chest with one hand, glared at the clay man king, and then turned his head to glare at Ding Ermiao.

Just now Ding Ermiao said that he was his wife, but now in front of the clay man king, it is not easy to refute, he has suffered a loss in vain, and he is depressed!

When he was depressed, he suddenly heard a majestic voice behind him: "Who asked you to set up a stall here?" Hurry up and pack it up, or confiscate it all! That old man who pinched the clay figures, hurry up, or I'll crush all your clay figurines! ”

"The chengguan is here!" There was a moment of confusion among the vendors, each packing up his goods.

Ding Ermiao and Lin Xiruo turned their heads to look, but it was Shi Pingjin who was wearing a city control uniform and a few chengguan, and walked over proudly, pretending to be vicious, and driving away the hawkers on the overpass.

Obviously, he was cooperating with Lin Xiruo's actions and asked the clay man king to get off work early so that he could be arrested.

These police officers are also enough damage. Ding Ermiao smiled in his heart and pulled Lin Xiruo to the side.

Reluctantly, the Clay Man King packed up his belongings, then put them into two wooden boxes, picked them up, and slowly descended the overpass.

Ding Ermiao and Lin Xiruo held hands, followed slowly, walked leisurely, and whispered a few words from time to time.

The clay man got off the bridge and took a few steps forward,