Liu Jianming, who rode away on a motorcycle, returned home, covered his face and cried bitterly.

Suddenly, he looked up, and after years of undercover experience, he felt that the layout of the home was different.

Photo...

The photo of the home was moved, and the moment he took it down, a note floated down.

A note cut and pasted from a newspaper reads: I've been watching you.

Liu Jianming sat slumped on the sofa, clutching his hair and wailing loudly.

Hell is back again...

…

The scene of Ni Yongxiao's death, Lin Zishe really saw it, and he was on the opposite side of the street leaning on the car door and looking at the door of the police station.

Lu Qichang saw Lin Zishe, Lin Zishe smiled and waved his hand at him,

Lu Qichang narrowed his eyes, which made him have to suspect that it was Lin Zishe's hand.

But Lin Zishe is not a stupid person, and he still appeared at the scene after doing this, deliberately attracting people's attention.

Lin Zishe bowed his head at Lu Qichang, this is to say: Do you want to talk to me?

Lu Qichang looked at the chaotic environment at the scene, and he looked at Lin Zishe again.

Lin Zishe leaned against the car door and looked at him with a smile.

Lu Qichang pursed his lips and walked towards Lin Zishe.

Lin Zishe took out a bag from the door of the car, turned around and walked towards the park behind him.

Lin Zishe sat on a chair next to the old man in the park, and Lu Qichang sat beside him,

"Lu sir."

Lu Qichang couldn't understand Lin Zishe, he asked bluntly,

"Lin Sheng, what's the matter?"

"You're here to see your masterpiece, are you going to show it off with me?"

Lin Zishe took out two cups of milk tea from the bag, he shook it and handed it to Lu Qichang,

"Sir Lu, you can try the products of my new store, and you can order the milk tea in my store in the future, there happens to be one not far from here."

Lu Qichang took the milk tea in Lin Zishe's hand, he picked it up and looked at it, only to see some round black balls inside,

"Lin Sheng, you won't come to me for sales, right?"

"Sir Lu, you won't come here just to see my pretty boy."

Lin Zishe handed Lu Qichang a straw, and he inserted the milk tea in Lu Qichang's hand with a snap.

"Smack!"

Lu Qichang was frightened by the sudden voice, and Lin Zishe looked at Lu Qichang with a mischievous smile.

Lin Zishe took the cup in Lu Qichang's hand, and he drank it directly,

"Sir Lu, if you want it, insert the straw yourself."

"I don't drink drinks from unknown sources, and when I was a child, the police on TV were all taught, don't drink from strangers."

Lin Zishe pursed his lips, he spread his hands,

"Do you want to know what's going on? If you want to know the inside story, drink milk tea. ”

“…”

Lu Qichang became more and more unable to understand Lin Zishe, but he could feel the friendliness of Lin Zishe.

He plugged in another cup of milk tea and took a sip, and ate pearls in his mouth, the taste of pearl Q bombs, and the milk tea is also sweeter and suitable for young people.

Lin Zishe glanced at Lu Qichang,

"Luo Ji is undercover."

“…”

Lu Qichang turned his head, and he squinted at Lin Zishe.

Lin Zishe gave him a smile,

"Relax, I recognized him at first sight, I think Ah Xiao should also recognize him, if there is no gunman, maybe Luo Ji will be dead."

Lu Qichang didn't dare to continue to talk about the topic of Lin Zishe,

"You found the gunman?"

Lin Zishe frowned, and his puzzled face seemed to say: What question are you asking?

"Do you think so?"

"Do you feel a little familiar with the gunman's movements, the position of the gunman?"

Lu Qichang's eyes tilted slightly, and he fell into thought,

Because he was worried that Chen Yongren and Luo Ji unconsciously followed him to the door of the police station, he also saw the whole process.

The gunman's shooting movements, the firing position, was clearly trained by the police department.

Lin Zishe looked at Lu Qichang thoughtfully, he raised an index finger,

"Sir Lu, you're thinking about a problem."

"Could the gunman be the one who killed Ni Kun 4 years ago?"

Lu Qichang narrowed his eyes, if he wanted to find someone from within the Ni family's forces to kill Ni Yongxiao, Han Chen wouldn't, and the four leaders wouldn't dare.

Only Han Chen's wife Mary will do it, and Mary killed Ni Yongxiao's father Ni Kun 4 years ago.

The gunman's style is indeed very similar to that of the gunman four years ago, and it is also very similar to the body shape described in the case.

Lu Qichang has been staring at the Ni family for many years, and the files and materials he has checked are like a mountain.

Luo Ji has been undercover for 7 years, and Chen Yongren has only been undercover for 4 years, which can prove that he targeted the Ni family earlier than Huang Zhicheng.

Lu Qichang naturally knew that Ni Kun's death was still at the scene, Ni Kun was shot multiple times and died, and this time Ni Yongxiao was killed by one shot.

4 years ago was not professionally trained, 4 years later it was professionally trained...

Lu Qichang's pupils dilated, and he came to a terrible conclusion.

"There are undercover agents at the police station!"

“Bingo~”

Lin Zishe snapped his fingers crisply, and he said to Lu Qichang with a smile,

"Hey, did you say you had a big gain from chatting with me this time?"

"The harvest is huge."

Lu Qichang narrowed his eyes, he really couldn't understand what Lin Zishe's mind was thinking,

"But I want to ask why?"

"Police-community cooperation."

Lin Zishe replied perfunctorily, and he snorted at Lu Qichang's milk tea,

Lu Qichang looked at the milk tea suspiciously, and he realized what Lin Zishe meant, Lu Qichang bit the straw and took a big sip.

Lin Zishe nodded with satisfaction, and he asked Lu Qichang,

"Sir Lu, I'm the talker, you should have read the information, you should know what I hate?

"D product."

Lin Zishe snapped his fingers, and he said to Lu Qichang meaningfully,

“Bingo~”

"Even if you knew, you wouldn't have thought of it."

"Sometimes it's more magical than you think."

When Lu Qichang heard Lin Zishe's words, he was stunned, the truth is really magical, just because...

Lin Zishe smiled and said to Lu Qichang,

"You're dealing with that cold information, is it really possible for you to know me by relying on it?"

"You don't even know Huang Zhicheng, your subordinate who gets along day and night, let alone me in the information."

"I've seen an autistic vendor who lives under a club get food, and the vendor and her girlfriend were almost killed."

"What is black? And what is white? ”

"The world is not black and white, Lu sir."

Lu Qichang stroked his forehead with his hand and looked down at the floor of the park, he raised his head, and the doubts in his heart were like fog and could not be dispersed.

"Why?"

Lin Zishe snorted at the milk tea in Lu Qichang's hand.

Lu Qichang picked up the milk tea and drank it in a big gulp, the milk tea had bottomed out, and only pearls remained.

Lin Zishe showed a mischievous smile at Lu Qichang, he stood up and patted Lu Qichang on the shoulder,

"Sir Lu, leave a phone call for me."

Lu Qichang saw Lin Zishe's mischievous smile, and he knew that Lin Zishe was just coaxing him to drink milk tea.

"What? You want me to be a black cop? ”

"Good citizens provide clues."

Lu Qichang laughed, he tore off the page from the notebook on his chest, and wrote down the number to Lin Zishe,

Lin Zishe left a back for Lu Qichang,

"The vendor's girlfriend doesn't have an ID card, so help her get one, as compensation for the crime."

Lu Qichang looked at the back of Lin Zishe, and he felt that Lin Zishe was very interesting.

He shouted at the back of Lin Zishe,

"What role do you play in Ni Yongxiao's matter, if you say it, I'll help you get it!"

"Sir Lu, I'm adding fuel to the fire~"

Lu Qichang's conversation with Lin Zishe, his mood relaxed a lot, not that the case has a direction, but...

…

Huang Zhicheng picked up the phone and called Mary but no one answered, and his call to Han Chen went unanswered.

His trembling lips, the corners of his mouth curved, lay on the table and wept silently.

I was wrong...