"Hey, Da Tang Renjie, hello!"

……

It was already dark, and I waited until a quarter past seven o'clock, when I was sure that I had completely escaped the police tracking, and then walked quickly into the alley of the shantytown next to National Highway 318 to find a public phone and dial Tang Renjie's mobile phone. He told me a bizarre case in his mobile phone: it was a traffic accident case handled by Guo Yin and the two three years ago, and now, the owner of the car and the victim have no records in the file, neither anyone went to the police station to complain, nor did the police follow up the investigation, the whole thing has no beginning and no end, it looks suspicious, and the original police officer who was responsible for investigating the case was also strangely transferred from his original post by Guo Zhenchao.

This information was important to me – I thought that my amnesiac head might have something to do with the traffic accident.

"What's the policeman's name?" I asked. If the police officer is found and the scene is restored, the truth will come out.

"It's not known yet." He said.

"Where is the crime?"

"This is still unknown, because it was deliberately concealed by Guo Zhenchao." He said.

"Were there any eyewitnesses at the scene?" I pressed urgently.

"There should be, however, there is no exact answer yet."

"In other words, you haven't gotten the criminal investigation files of Guo Yin and the others." I say.

"I now have a way to get the criminal investigation files of the entire criminal police team for the whole of 2011, not just the two of them." "But I need your help." ”

"How?"

"I repaired the computer for the police department's archives, and what you want is in the computer......" he said.

If there is a criminal investigation file of the Criminal Police Unit for the whole year of 2011. You can find out the truth that Guo Yin and the others laid a net to intercept me. I can regain my innocence and get a new lease of life. That's why I have the time and energy to find my ancient paintings. However, the thought of going to the police station in person made me tremble with condition. If I get caught by those two bandits. It is tantamount to self-defeating. However, hiding like a rat every day is not a long-term solution, and I must take this risk in order to clear my name and clear my name. I understood this truth in my heart, but I was still a little reluctant to say it, but I finally agreed to him.

He told me to wait where I was. About twenty minutes later, he arrived in an SUV to the shantytown. He still wears those messy silver rings on his ears, and his eyes are tired, like a swinger who never returns home at night. The way he drove was also a little worrying. From time to time, he took both hands off the steering wheel and stretched out two index fingers to massage the crystal stone on the tip of his eyebrows (at some point there was a crystal of the same size embedded in his right eyebrow), just like we usually do eye exercises, and the steering wheel of the car twisted between his two thin knees, causing the car to sway from side to side.

What kind of Tang Renjie, he is simply an unreliable 2B youth, I can't help but characterize him like this in my heart. Such a person may not be able to achieve your purpose in doing things, but he also likes to talk about righteousness and will not betray his friends.

"We're going to get a hard drive that's about the same as the one in the archives." He said.

The SUV swayed and ran for a while. Pull over at the zigzag curve of the riverside avenue.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"My home." He squinted at me.

"Are your parents not there?" I'm worried about the old guys who love to read Metropolis Express.

"Don't worry, home is a hotel for them, and they only come in and sleep for the night when they need it." He replied heartlessly.

We got out of the car and walked into a high-rise building with imitation stone bricks. Take the elevator up to the top floor, the 28th floor.

"Are they away from home for a long time?"

"Rarely come back."

"Isn't there anyone else in the house?"

"Yes."

"Who else?" I backed down in my heart.

"You. Aren't you someone else? "I was a little surprised by his serious expression, it felt like a sudden change in person.

We entered a duplex room covered with dark blue carpets, the room was rectangular. Richly decorated and tastefully classified. He's in front. I was behind and walked up an S-shaped mahogany staircase. Enter a room with black and white wallpaper, the two largest pieces of furniture in it are a single bed of 1.5 meters and a piano covered in black silk. On the bedside table on the left sits a model of a tank made of bullets, and on the wall above it hangs a shiny Swiss Army knife. Under the east wall, there is a row of chests of drawers, on which is a large, exquisitely crafted metal rack, hanging military diving telescopes, nano-miniature tracking robots, oxygen-making wetsuits, infrared cameras, luminous see-through glasses, ......, and other things that cannot be named. The piano is in front of the window, next to a tripod, and at the top is a high-powered digital telescope. In the bookcase on the west wall, there is a large row of hardcover copies of "The Complete Sherlock Holmes Detective Works", and the blank spaces on all four walls are pasted with Sherlock Holmes movie posters of different sizes, giving people the feeling of being at the Sherlock Holmes fan salon. It seems that Tang Renjie is a complete detective fan.

"Is this your room?" I looked around with curiosity.

"Well, how's that?" He walked over to the bedside table and the bullet tank.

"It's a detective museum!" I walked over to the chest of drawers to the east, picked up a metal hose, and saw a piece of blue glass on top of it, "What is this?" ”

"Gimbal monitor." He turned his head and said.

"Is it used to spy on enemies in unknown space?"

"Yes, that's right." He stooped and squatted on the floor and pulled open the drawer.

I saw a metal spider the size of a button next to me, with a black spot on its tail. I tapped my finger on the black dot, and the spider jumped onto the carpet and crawled under the bed. I was startled, "What is this?" I raised my head and looked at Tang Renjie.

He straightened up next to the bedside table and pointed a gun in both hands at me, "Let me show you my baby." His hands trembled violently, but he spoke with a somewhat triumphant expression.

A large silver net, three meters wide, shot out of the muzzle of his gun, wrapping me and my backpack tightly. The rope had a strong contraction, bringing my hands and feet together to my chest, and I fell to the ground, turning into a round ball. My breathing suddenly became very short, but my mouth could barely speak: "You, what are you doing?" ”

He put the gun on the head of the bed, and not without smugness, he walked up to me and looked at me condescendingly, "How's my baby?" ”

"You, you want, what, what?" The rope continued to retract, the muscles in my face squeezed out of the grid, and it became more and more laborious to speak.

"It's called a sharpshooter," he put one foot on my shoulder, "and even a god can't escape, let alone a fugitive like you." ”

"I, no, yes, fugitive, criminal." I felt like the bridge of my nose was about to be crushed by my sunglasses.

He reached out and ripped off a lock of my foxtail-like wig, "You've been cheated by someone who sells inferior wigs." ”

"I'm gasping, no, over, breathing." My airways were so squeezed that my chest was suffocating, my face was dark purple, and my tongue was stretched out as if I had been stuck in my neck.

He hurriedly walked to the bedside table and took out a small notebook, and in a trance I saw that it was an instruction manual. He didn't seem to know how to make this thing a little less powerful. He hurriedly turned the pages as if chanting, "Hurry up, hurry up, don't die here and be in trouble." He threw the instruction manual to the ground, bounced to his feet, and rushed up the stairs, when a violent sound of water came up, and five seconds later he rushed upstairs with a bucket of water, and poured a bucket of water on me with the bottom of the bucket facing the sky. The force of the rope pulling inward was gone, but my hands and feet were numb, and I couldn't move as I curled up in the net. My teeth rattled and I shivered, but my lungs burned like a sharp pain, and I gasped like a dog in the hot sun.

He ripped off my wig completely, removed the sunglasses from the bridge of his nose, and pulled out a square-folded newspaper from the back pocket of his cropped pants, unfolded it with a sigh, and placed it next to my face.

He glanced at the newspaper, then at my face, pointed to the photo in the corner of the newspaper, and said happily: "You are really Zuo Yan worth 100,000 yuan!" ”

At this time, in his eyes, I may be just a commodity worth 100,000 yuan. (To be continued......)