Shi Lei only left to go back after seeing Yu Rongwei's car drive into the community.

Back home, Yang Liuyi had indeed been sent back.

However, it was not only Yu Rongwei who sent Yang Liuyi back, but also Luo Siming and a girl about 20 years old.

The girl was tall, with slender and straight legs, and she didn't look very old, but Yu Rongwei and Luo Siming looked a little timid in front of her, as if they were a little afraid of her.

"Did you find it?"

Shi Lei asked deliberately.

"Yes! Thank you, comrade police! ”

Grandma was grateful, and Yiyi's disappearance made her worried.

"It's okay, Grandma, that's what we should do."

Song Qingmei comforted Grandma a few words, and his eyes fell on Shi Lei's body.

Glancing at his bald head first, Song looked up and down with light eyebrows, and finally landed on his eyes.

Song Qingmei was silent on the surface, but his heart was a little shocked.

Judging from the appearance, the tall and thin guy in front of her and the bald hunk she saw in the memories of the two girls were completely two people.

But Song Qingmei learned the psychology of micro-expressions in the General Bureau, and she knows that she should never identify or judge a person by their appearance, which is easy to be misled.

The most effective way is to look at the eyes.

A person's eyes do not deceive, and by observing the eye expressions, you can see a lot of information that the person concerned wants to hide.

Song Qingmei suddenly found that the eyes of the tall and thin guy in front of her were exactly the same as the bald hunk she saw in the memories of the two girls!

Calm, indifferent, as if there are no waves in the ancient well, just like an old man who has looked down on the world.

Why do two completely different people have the same eyes?

After looking at it for a long time, Song Qingmei opened his mouth and asked, "Your name is Wang Xiaolei?" ”

Looking at her scrutinizing eyes, Shi Lei nodded calmly: "Yes." ”

"Can I talk to you alone?"

Song looked into his eyes with light eyebrows.

"Yes."

Shi Lei didn't care, turned around and came to the corridor.

Song Qingmei followed, came to the window with him, took out a printed photo from the file bag, handed it to him, and asked, "Have you seen this person?" ”

Shi Lei looked at it, but found that there was a bald man in the photo, standing on a white sports car, raising his fist and slamming it into the windshield.

The quality of the photo is not too clear, but you can clearly see the face of the strong man, which is Shi Lei's ontology.

The Skynet monitoring system in this world is really powerful!

But since there is only this photo, it shows that these weird SWAT officers can't lock the suspicion on him.

Just after a glance, Shi Lei shook his head: "I haven't seen it." ”

Handing him the photo, Song Qingmei kept observing Shi Lei's eyes.

The eyes are the windows of the soul, and the pupils are the natural lie detectors.

When people lie and think, their pupils change.

But Song Qingmei observed for a long time, but she was a little disappointed, because she didn't notice any changes in Shi Lei's pupils.

But what she doesn't know is that no one will be more professional than a warrior in the understanding, research, and development of the human body.

Warriors rely on this mixed rice to eat.

As long as you are a martial arts practitioner, you know that when you fight, it is more useful to look at the opponent's eyes than to stare at the opponent's hands and feet.

Looking at Shi Lei's calm appearance, Song Qingmei's doubts deepened.

She has a strong intuition in her heart, even if this Wang Xiaolei in front of her doesn't know that dream, he must have a deep relationship!

But she had no evidence to prove it.

"Have you seen this, then?"

She suddenly raised her hand, and a silver pendant fell from her palm, and a small transparent ball hung from the bottom of the pendant, shaking and slowly spinning.

There are black streaks in the sphere, which rotate and turn into a whirlpool, as if it can suck people's eyes and consciousness into it.

Song Qingmei's voice became hazy, as if it was separated by a thin veil: "You take a closer look, have you seen it anywhere?" ”

Shi Lei listened to her voice, and suddenly felt a trace of trance appear in his mind.

But in just an instant, the true qi in Shi Lei's body responded quickly, flowing all over his body, and the spiritual platform was suddenly clear.

Glancing at the pendant lightly, the corners of Shi Lei's mouth raised, revealing a faint smile.

Although he is a warrior monk, his Zen skills are not bad.

And he can practice the boy's skills to perfection, and his concentration is definitely comparable to others.

How could this little trick of ecstasy affect him?

Looking at Song Qingmei, he replied indifferently: "I haven't seen it." ”

Seeing that his eyes were sober and he could easily answer his own questions, Song Qingmei was stunned for a moment.

Her hypnosis actually failed?

She's a fifth-level hypnotist!

The most basic [hypnotism] will actually fail?

There's something wrong with this bald kid!

Song looked at Shi Lei with light eyebrows, and suddenly saw his expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and couldn't help but be surprised.

Rashly casting a soul skill on an alien is tantamount to a direct provocation.

If this bald boy really has something to do with that bald hunk, then her behavior is undoubtedly looking for trouble.

"I'm sorry, then I should have asked the wrong person."

Song Qingmei immediately apologized, put away the pendant, and explained: "I have no malicious intent, this person has helped us police a lot, we want to find him, thank him in person, and there are some important things I want to talk to him about." ”

"Oh, that's it!"

Shi Lei's expression was calm, and he still didn't pick up.

Seeing this, Song Qingmei didn't say anything more, just took out a pen and paper, wrote a string of numbers, and handed it to Shi Lei: "This is my mobile phone number, if you see him, you can call me and tell me."

If you need any help, you can also call me, I will be on 24 hours a day. ”

Shi Lei took the note and looked at it, and asked, "Can you help me get my identity done?" ”

Hearing his words, Song was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "I want to find a way!" ”

"Thank you."

Shi Lei smiled slightly, thanked him, and asked, "It's okay, I'll go back first?" ”

Seeing him enter the room, Song Qingmei's eyes were complicated.

She was still inexperienced and almost made a mistake.

If this Wang Xiaolei really has something to do with that bald man, her reckless behavior may lead to death for her.

But in this way, she also determined one thing, that is, whether it is this Wang Xiaolei or that bald man, there should be no rejection of the Authority.

This is very good, a folk Inhuman whose position is more inclined to the official Inhuman organization is obviously much better than a Folk Inhuman who is neutral, or even liberal.

At least he helped kill a few weird ones!

……

Ten minutes later, she, Yu Rongwei and Luo Siming returned to the car downstairs.

As soon as she got in the car, she said firmly: "This Wang Xiaolei must have something to do with that dream!" ”

"Do you see his memories?"

Yu Rongwei asked curiously, he also felt that there was something wrong with this Wang Xiaolei before.

"No, but I'm sure."

Song Qingmei ordered in a deep voice: "Arrange for someone to keep an eye on the spot, but don't get too close, mainly record his movements, if he really has something to do with that dream, it will definitely be exposed." ”

"What about identity?"

Yu Rongwei asked hesitantly.

"Do it for him!"

Song Qingmei did not hesitate: "What I'm afraid of is that he doesn't want it, he is willing to want an official identity, which is a good thing, at least he recognizes us, and we have to fight for all the allies we can win!" ”