Hidden Assassin

Yujiang Police Station.

Put away the umbrella. Walking quickly into the corridor, Xiao Ke, the police officer under him, also greeted him: Sister Qing. Didn't I hear that your mother and younger sister came over? Now I'm just suspicious, and there will be no results here. You don't need to come here in person. .”

Hehe, it's better to have clues than no clues. Mu Qingqing smiled guiltyly, How are you doing now?

We found some pieces of paper from the garbage bag we just picked up. After collage, we think it should be the target of the fish head group. But the drawing on that piece of paper is very rough. A few pieces are missing. Some places have been wet again. We are still very difficult to determine...

Take me to see.

Sister Qing, have you ever thought that Liu Zhiming is lying to us at all. His purpose is just for the informant fee? Xiao Ke asked on the way to the office.

Oh. Can you lend him some courage?

But his wife is sick, and all the money in the family has been used up. He borrowed it from everywhere, even from the loan sharks. Could it be that he just happened to know what Yutou and his gang are going to do. That's why they did it on purpose.

It's better to believe it. Don't believe it. It's best not to have an accident. If something really happens, everyone will have a hard time. Walking into the big office at the end. Several police officers around the table turned around. Saying hello to make room, they gathered around the table. There is a broken picture pieced together from fragments of paper. A detailed map of Yujiang City was placed next to it for comparison. but……

Are there no other fragments missing? Have you looked for them at the scene?

No, I've seen it at the scene. Yutou and his gang have been away for two or three days. The wind has been blowing again these days. Even if they stayed, they would have been blown away...

...I can't see anything like this. There are two intersections without signs. There are too many places like this. Although there are a few arrows. But...

Mu Qingqing frowned, and took out a pair of rubber gloves from the drawer: Take me to see that garbage bag.

In the small room next door, the mess of the entire garbage bag had already been divided into several piles. There was an unpleasant smell from the leftovers. Although it was winter, the smell wasn't too strong, but it was still noticeable. Mu Qingqing stood there, fiddling with the little stick non-stop. After about ten minutes, she came out of the room frowning. He threw some chestnut shells on the table in his hand.

It's the Industrial and Commercial Bank of Wuyi Street. They may be planning to rob the bank...

Uh, no, Sister Qing, although Yutou's gang used to be lawless, they didn't have the guts to do it... Besides, how do you know...

Mu Qingqing has only been here for more than a year, so he is not a local. But immediately became the captain of the criminal police. Although the ability can be considered outstanding, but many places are naturally not so convincing. The subordinate who said this naturally meant that he didn't believe it. Mu Qingqing shrugged, picked up the little gangster next to him and drew it, trying to restore the things on the broken piece of paper.

Two intersections. Buildings, buildings. The one here is larger than the one here. This is a bank. The Industrial and Commercial Bank near Yujiang is dominated by this one. When it was originally built, there was a police station very quickly there. place, but I know that the police station was relocated three years ago. Instead, it has become a relatively dead corner. Look at the arrow, if you do something there, flee this way, and prepare a car. It is the most ideal way. And most importantly. These chestnut shells.

Mu Qingqing picked up a few chestnut shells from the table, and then scratched them on the blackboard with chalk.

The place where I live now is near here. I pass by it every day, at the crossroads of the bank. It is a market, and there is a person selling sugar-fried chestnuts here. I often buy it, and you should have eaten it. Sugar-fried chestnuts Chestnuts, you know, are available all year round. In fact, after frying, there are always some bad ones. I usually like to eat them. I have tried them in several other places in Yujiang. So I have the right to speak. From Jianghai to Yujiang , I am afraid that there is only this one stall that stir-fried chestnuts in sugar, they have never been bad, and they should have been selected when they were cut...

These words made everyone look a bit complicated, Xiao Ke said with a smile: Does this count as the number one scholar in three hundred and sixty lines...

Heh, it's true to say that. If we eat fried chestnuts with sugar and eat something bad, of course we will spit it out. But I checked all the crusts. No one was spit out, and even if they are lucky or other merchants happen to A batch of completely good chestnuts came in. But there is another point. There is no way to be a coincidence. This vendor’s knife is good. Every cut is just right. I found it. It’s like a machine, maybe it’s because... fools are more focused...

Fool? Someone asked suspiciously. immediately. Some people also said: I heard that the brain of that seller who sells fried chestnuts with sugar has some problems...

I don't know. Mu Qingqing shook his head. If you don't talk to him much when you buy things, he is just like a normal person, but when he is free, he is in a daze. He is very focused on thinking about things, and rarely talks to people... But this is not important. That place It’s Yutou’s temporary foothold. They’ve probably already discussed things to do at this time, and it’s impossible for them to wander the streets casually. The most likely thing is to step on the spot…”

The intersection is consistent, and the size of the building is consistent. Add these chestnut shells. According to Liu Zhiming's report. Didn't Yutou come back with a vicious cousin? So if they really want to do something, 8% Ten places may be...

She tapped the blackboard with the tip of her pen. That's it!

Drive through that intersection. Mu Qingqing stopped.

The intentions of Yutou and his gang are still guesses, and it's hard to be sure that they really dare to do such a big case as robbing a bank. The information from the informant is also a little unreliable, so the best thing I can do is to do as she said, and take precautions early with the attitude of preferring to believe what I have or not.

It took some time to understand the situation at the bank, and I made a few guesses. The weather is not good, and it may snow in the past few days-or tomorrow. Wait until the mountains near the city are closed by heavy snow. It will be much more difficult to escape and track down, if the other party wants to do it. It is likely to choose these few days before the weather becomes more severe. As the new year approaches, their tasks are also heavy. Probably a division of labor was arranged, and a group of people wanted her mother and sister to come and urged her to go home. It was close to ten o'clock in the evening. .

Slowly driving the car to observe the buildings around the street, just as she thought before. If you want to vote here. The bank is considered the most valuable place. When she stopped at the intersection, she looked at the bank over there from a distance, and it was at Caishikou on the other side. A yellow light was still on, it was the man selling candied fried chestnuts.

Sometimes she really admires this young man who sells candied and fried chestnuts - he looks younger than her, but the exact age is hard to determine, it may be between twenty-one and twenty-nine. A very popular face. With a light beard, a few clothes look old, but not sloppy, as if they have been washed over and over again until the color turns white, but they can continue to be worn as long as they are not torn. Very frugal. At first glance, it should be clean, honest and introverted. If you dress up, you may be able to dress up as a shy boy.

She always felt. A man of this age shouldn't be able to spend his days guarding a small cart selling sugar-fried chestnuts every day. Of course, things didn't go as she expected.

It started at the beginning of last year when I saw this trolley selling sugar-fried chestnuts appear. Every morning before six o'clock. She could see this little cart appearing. The small warm yellow light powered by the battery lights up in the midst of the market before sunrise, and when the dusk rises, the vendors in the market leave one after another, and the light turns on again. He kept guard until all the people had left and the market was empty, and he stayed there until 10 o'clock in the evening before closing the stall on time, every day. rain or shine.

At first, she didn't feel anything, but thanks to her gluttony and occupational diseases, she gradually noticed this small cart selling candied and fried chestnuts. There are three hundred and sixty-five days in a year. Everyone should do things differently. Or encounter some unexpected obstacles, but only this car is there every day. At least between 6:00 am and 10:00 pm every day. Every time she passes by. The little car is always there too. Without exception. She has only been here for more than a year. Sometimes it feels like that. For her, this small car seemed to be some kind of constant coordinate in space and time.

As if it is a sign placed there by God, the surrounding people or things, plants or buildings will change with the passage of time, only this car is parked here, silently watching the dawn and night of every day , before dawn. It lights up and waits for the street lights to go out. sunrise. There are more and more pedestrians, and when it gets dark, it is still on there, watching the pedestrians on the market become less and less, and it gradually becomes quiet.

certainly. Such thoughts only occasionally arise in my heart. But because of this, she often went there to buy sugar-fried chestnuts to eat.

However, all of this may be because the man who sells fried chestnuts with sugar is a bit weird, and more people say he is a fool. But it is different from ordinary patients who are stupid and stupid, if you buy things with him. He is very skilled in quotations or other things. A few simple words are completely like a normal person, but he doesn't talk to people in other ways. more time. He just sat behind the stall in a daze, frowning as if he was thinking about many things, meditating, or remembering. Occasionally there is a faint smile. If only from afar. Maybe they feel that he is very mature, and because of this, people can't understand his age at all.

I have gone to buy sugar-fried chestnuts many times. Mu Qingqing also heard from the street vendor next to him that a few times, he seemed to have returned to normal and said a few words to the people next to him, which shocked them every time. But say a few words. He returned to the dazed state again, and the others felt that maybe it was because he was a unique idiot that he was able to cook the fried chestnuts so deliciously. anyway. After all, it is just a place selling fried chestnuts with sugar.

I looked at the time. Mu Qingqing pushed the door and got out of the car. Then open the umbrella. Walk towards the market. The rain had eased a little and the air was cold. It helped her think, and it was time for the other party to collect the stall. She wants to buy some more for a late-night snack. Maybe a few words, with luck. Maybe there would be a time when the fool was normal—she decided to try her luck.

She didn't know when she got out of the car. This is a joking thought. After changing many things, or rather. After deciding many things.

No matter how many futures there have been in our imaginations. But the real future. There's only one -- the one we've chosen. .