Chapter 14: Ironclad Evidence

Seeing Uncle Wang's appearance, it was obvious that he didn't want to continue to discuss the confidential operation with us, perhaps as he said before, some truths are not something we can touch. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info And Mu Zihan was also in a state of distraction at the moment, maybe even he didn't expect that the matter was like this, under the heavy surveillance and escort of the police, Zhu Quan and others would actually be killed.

Silently leaving Uncle Wang's office, we returned to the door of Fang Ling's office again, in order not to wake up Fang Ling, who was still making up for sleep, we stood in the corridor, looking at the scenery outside the window, and for a while, no one spoke.

I watched Mu Zihan silently take out a cigarette and light it, and couldn't help but ask in surprise: "You smoke?" ā€

"Occasionally." Mu Zihan replied. Also, when I first met Mu Zihan, he was holding half an unlit cigarette, but I never saw him actually smoke, and I thought that he was just casually playing with it at that time. However, just as I was thinking about what to say later, Mu Zihan spoke again with a deep face: "Siyuan, after this case is over, you ...... Go home and rest for a while, I'll give you a long vacation. ā€

"Home? Holiday? I didn't react for a while: "No, I've been in contact with my family, and I've told them about the situation here, and they're quite relieved." ā€

"But I'm not at ease, I originally thought it was just a 'butterfly mark', and no matter how crazy I was, I would just be a robber after all, so I agreed to let you participate. However, the current situation does not seem to be that simple at all. Mu Zihan snuffed out the cigarette that he had only taken two puffs of, turned his head to look at me and said, "Siyuan, the 'Butterfly' organization can kill Zhu Quan and others under the strict escort of the police and Interpol, do you know what this means?" ā€

This means that they are very large and vicious. However, I am not afraid. And, after the events at the Manor on the other side, you don't think it's too late for me to quit. I retorted.

"You're right, but that's just a little bit of it. The most important thing is that since they have such ability, then if they want to take your life, it will be like stepping on an ant to death, and they will not abolish the power of ash, so ......" Mu Zihan said.

I finally fully understood what Mu Zihan meant, and before he could finish speaking, I directly interrupted him: "If so, your situation is not the same as mine, or even more dangerous than me, then why do you insist on investigating them?" ā€

"I'm just ......" Mu Zihan tried to continue to explain, but at this time, how could I wait for him to finish his words and speak again: "No matter what your reason is, I have the same reason as yours, so you don't have to say it again." Something else, I can listen to you. This matter is not negotiable. This is the first time I have refuted Mu Zihan so strongly, maybe this made him feel that he couldn't convince me for a while, so he simply stopped talking and continued to look out the window.

Unfortunately, our silence didn't last long, and it was broken by the sound of Fang Ling hurriedly opening the office door, and seeing us outside the door, she said, "You're all here, great, I thought you guys had gone." I just got a call from the Ministry of Transportation, and the Ferrari was moving. What do we do after that? Although she didn't rest for a long time, it was obvious that her complexion had improved a lot, and in this situation, it was estimated that no one could persuade her to continue to sleep.

Coincidentally, at this time, Uncle Wang arranged for the police officer who sent us a "car jammer" to come over with an instrument. After Mu Zihan quickly took it from his hand, he said to us: "Let's go, this thing is only effective within 50 meters, Fang Ling, you let the traffic department keep an eye on that car, and we will catch up with it now." With that, he greeted us and hurried to the parking lot.

Along the way, Mu Zihan drove very fast, and even avoided the oncoming vehicles several times in great danger. Finally, half an hour later, according to the road surveillance information provided by the traffic department, we saw the white Ferrari, which was most likely the scene of the first crime in this case. Immediately afterwards, Mu Zihan kicked the accelerator and followed it closely.

As Ferrari turned around, it actually returned to the underground car park of the mall, and of course, we followed it right behind and parked in a parking space not far from it.

As soon as we stopped the car, we saw a tall and thin man wearing a white casual suit, dressed very fashionably, get off the Ferrari, and when he saw the man's face, Fang Ling whispered: "That's right, it's him." ā€

This sentence was as if the running switch of the machine was turned on all of a sudden, and Mu Zihan didn't have time to turn off the car, so he quickly grabbed the car jammer that he put on his side, only the size of an air conditioning remote control, and pressed a certain button on it at the Ferrari not far from us. And in order not to arouse the man's suspicion, he gave me a look and motioned for me to get out of the car.

I opened the door and got out of the car knowingly, and looked at the tall and thin man who was stepping off the elevator. I saw that he took out the car key from his pocket without looking back and pressed it behind him, obviously preparing to lock the car remotely.

Seeing his movements, Mu Zihan, who had already gotten out of the car, was very cooperative in locking our own car, and the warning sound of locking the car sounded in the empty underground parking lot. Sure enough, after hearing this voice, the man did not suspect that he was leaving, and did not check whether his Ferrari was really locked.

"Act quickly, or the car will lock itself in a moment." Mu Zihan saw the man walk into the elevator, and the moment the elevator door closed, he greeted us, and then rushed out like a cheetah, quickly ran to the side of the white Ferrari, and opened the car door.

And Fang Ling quickly took out a small sprayer containing luminol reagent from the big bag she was carrying, opened the passenger seat of the Ferrari, and sprayed it inside.

This white Ferrari was originally a sports car, with only two seats, and the two of them were busy working on one side of the other, so I couldn't intervene at all, so I had to do nothing around it, and by the way, I helped them watch the wind. After all, if the owner of the car comes back before they find any evidence, we're in big trouble.

"Great, sure enough, there was a blood reaction." Seeing some tiny spots gradually emerging on the carpet of the passenger seat under the luminol reagent, Fang Ling whispered excitedly, hurriedly took out her mobile phone from her pocket, took out these spots from all angles, and took out the rest of the tools to prepare for sampling.

However, then she couldn't help frowning and said, "These blood stains are probably a little splash from the vessel containing blood when the suspect took the victim's blood." The number is so small that it is estimated that there is no way to extract too much data and compare it with the blood of the deceased. ā€

"It's all right, because I may have found ironclad evidence that he can't quibble." As he spoke, Mu Zihan pulled out a ball of rolled transparent plastic tubes from the small storage compartment under the steering wheel of the driver's seat, much like the kind used for infusions in hospitals, except that these tubes looked thicker.

"I think this is probably the murder weapon. Try it and see if there is any blood on it. After handing the plastic pipe to Fang Ling, Mu Zihan said.

Then, just as Fang Ling was preparing the luminol reagent to check the plastic tube, a shout came from afar: "Who are you?" At the same time, a tall and thin figure, in a series of hurried footsteps, hurriedly ran towards this side, I really never expected that the owner would come back so soon.

(To be continued)