Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 687
"Hey, I can't absolve myself of the responsibility for such a thing to happen. How can I sleep well?"

Xiang Yinggao looked at Fan Denglong and sighed, and then said to the person on Tianji's outpost: "Fortunately, the superior has sent a detective. I wonder where you plan to start working?"

The Tianji field staff shook their heads and looked at Fan Denglong. He was here to show the way, and of course it was up to Fan Denglong how he should act.

"Let's go to the place where the incident happened first."

Fan Denglong thought for a while, then tilted his head and said to Tianji's field staff: "Where are Xiao Hei and the others?"

"I just came to the information, and I have entered Zhangjie. There is still about half an hour at most."

Xiang Yinggao looked at the Tianji field staff with some surprise, and said, "Is he the one sent by the superior?"

There was a look of disappointment in his eyes, because Fan Denglong was too young, and a young man in his 20s would be an intern no matter which department he was placed in.

Also, although Fan Denglong spoke very well when the two met, in Xiang Yinggao's eyes, he became a person who was good at flattering people. For this kind of old criminal investigator, he was the least favorite type of person.

"Forget it, let's follow along later."

What Xiang Yinggao meant was to ask Fan Denglong to see it. As for solving the case, he felt that he could not count on it at all.

Upon hearing this, Fan Denglong knew that Xiang Yinggao had misunderstood him.

The Tianji field staff next to him quickly said: "Xiang Dui, don't underestimate this guy. Although he is young, he is well-known in the police circle. He personally solved a serial murder case that happened in the Southwest last year. In terms of ability alone , even if our boss is ashamed of himself."

Thumbs up, Tianji field staff almost did not praise Fan Denglong to the sky, but Xiang Yinggao obviously didn't believe this, and even regarded Fan Denglong as the son of the upper class who came to the lower part to be gilded.

As for the so-called solving a serial murder case with his own hands, Xiang Yinggao felt that he was probably following along for a while.

"Let's go and have a look first,"

Tianji Field Worker wanted to continue, but Fan Denglong stopped him. He didn't come here today to prove himself.

Instead of wasting words to defend, it is better to act directly.

Last year's matter in Southwest China had already been sealed by Tianji, and the specifics could not be revealed. Tianji's field staff simply kept their mouths shut and acted as a door god.

"That's fine, I just want to re-examine the location of the incident, hoping to find some useful clues."

The above is unreliable, but Xiang Yinggao, as the person in charge of this case, must work hard, because he is duty-bound.

After going out, Fan Denglong didn't drive his own car, and sent Tianji's field staff to pick up Xiao Hei, and got into Xiang Yinggao's car by himself.

Locking the seat belt, Xiang Yinggao took out a piece of bread and a bottle of mineral water from the middle of the seat, took two whole mouthfuls, and then started the car roaring away.

"I see there are snacks on the side of the road, why not eat something before leaving."

Fan Denglong has some admiration for Xiang Yinggao, this is the real dedication.

"Let's go and have a look first. If there is no progress in the case, how can I have anything to eat?"

Xiang Yinggao shook his head, the car was speeding like an arrow off the string on the road.

Soon, the two came to a martial arts gym and stopped.

"Zhao Family Martial Arts Hall?"

Seeing the neon signboard, Fan Denglong was still a little bit taken aback. There are many coincidences in this world.

"That's right. The No. 3 victim was the coach of the Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy. He knew how to practice kung fu with such a skill. Even in an unconscious state, it's not something ordinary people can handle."

Xiang Yinggao nodded, turned off the engine, and got out of the car.

"Don't you suspect that this is the work of desperadoes?"

Xiang Yinggao sighed again, and said flatly, "I just hope it's not."

If it was really done by desperadoes, the matter would be even more difficult, and it might become an unsolved case.

From the perspective of the victim, this is more like a crime committed by some people who are crazy about money.

The corpse was dried up, the blood was drained, and the heart was removed.

It is really a bunch of animals who seek money and kill.

The incident happened for so long, but there were no clues at all. If it was a desperado, he might have already gone away with his money by now.

"Then I think you should go to the black market to investigate, Team Xiang. Even a hospital might not dare to accept these things. Only places like the black market that hide filth have the guts."

Xiang Yinggao suddenly felt his eyes light up, and he glanced at the young man in front of him with admiration, "Perhaps, it may not be a wine bag."

Of course, this idea is only fleeting, and the real thing needs to be looked at again.

The two stepped into the martial arts hall, where they were fighting in full swing.

The name of the deceased was Bao Long, the coach of the Zhao family martial arts school, and he died at home after returning home from get off work.The rental house he lives in is not far from the martial arts school, and he usually walks back, so Xiang Yinggao decided to start his investigation from the place where he got off work.

Bao Long's death did not affect the operation order of the martial arts school, at least the earth would still turn without him.

After the two of them entered, a burly man in white exercise uniform came over, frowned first, and then said to Xiang Yinggao: "Team Xiang, do you have any clues about Bao Long?"

The tone was not very respectful, and there was a little impatience.

"Zhao Wu, go and ask curator Zhao, and tell me that I still have some things to know."

Xiang Ying said neither humble nor overbearing.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wu laughed and said, "I'm sorry, Team Xiang, our curator is a bit busy, so we might not be able to come."

Being so uncooperative, Xiang Yinggao's face suddenly showed a cold look.

"Human life is at stake. Doesn't Director Zhao even spare a little time?"

As the old saying goes, the king of Hades loves to mess with little ghosts, and Zhao Wu, this doggy dog ​​leg, is that nasty little ghost.

"You should tell our curator personally, I'm just a little coach, so I don't dare to disturb our curator at this time."

Although the attitude of the words has softened a lot, it still does not cooperate.

Fan Denglong kicked him to the ground, "Just say that Tianting Group Fan Denglong is coming to visit, please invite your curator to come over."

Zhao Wu was kicked suddenly. He wanted to get angry at first, but he was stunned when he heard Fan Denglong's self-registration number. Next to him, Xiang Yinggao, who was suffocating because of being made things difficult by a small person, was also I was taken aback.

Tianting Group Fan Denglong, this name is now a household name in Dongtu.

It really can be regarded as the existence of a generation of legends.

"Boom,"

Fan Denglong swung out his palm, and the neon signboard at the entrance of the martial arts hall fell instantly.

"Could it be that Fan doesn't even have this face?"

Zhao Wu, who was in a daze, was shocked when he heard the signboard at the door, and rushed to call the curator.

(End of this chapter)