After being hit in the face by the system, I swapped bodies with Zhongli

The woman pressed the tiny button on the right side of her headset again, and reported her code name and the number of the functional department she belonged to, just like before.

But this time her tone was less indifferent than before, and more solemn and serious: "The young man who had the longest contact with Elder Xie Yufeng is now missing... I highly suspect that a [rift] has appeared here, and someone has fallen into it. I would like to request support from the higher-ups and have the relevant departments come here to verify this hypothesis."

Now that the situation has been reported to our superiors, we need to find out the origins and identity of the missing person.

So she asked this question to everyone present.

The two people who started to mediate the dispute knew nothing at all, and then they heard the words of the woman in the white uniform that sounded a little confusing to them.

He felt vaguely that he had gotten into some big trouble, and he looked at the woman in the white uniform, whose aura suddenly became fierce.

Then I dare not respond casually.

The old lady, who was the source of this incident, was still sitting quietly on the bench, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

The middle-aged policeman and Wen Ting's gaze involuntarily shifted to Yang Jie.

Although he didn't say anything, his actions made some things clear.

The woman in white uniform naturally would not miss this point, and immediately shifted her gaze to where Yang Jie was.

She spoke again, her voice as gentle as water, but it didn't match her now somewhat stern expression: "What's the name of the missing person?"

Although the other party's voice was gentle and his tone was extremely calm, it was accompanied by a pair of sharp eyes.

Yang Jie always had the illusion that he was being scrutinized, but even so, he immediately replied, "Zhongli."

The woman in white uniform replied in a gentle voice and expressionless face, "I said his real name, not the information of the role he played."

Still with a slightly stern look on his face, Yang Jie replied in a low voice: "He said his name is Zhongli..."

But there is always a sense of lack of confidence between the words.

But under the gaze of the woman in white uniform, Yang Jie quickly recounted how he met that person yesterday and how he borrowed his cell phone to call the other person.

He also lent money to the man to get a hotel room. He also described in detail the past experience that the other party picked up an old man on the street this morning and sent him to the police station.

"You said he borrowed your phone and contacted his friends?" The woman in the white uniform frowned slightly, and then said to Yang Jie: "Check your call records now, and then call him directly to inquire about the situation."

Yang Jie nodded repeatedly, took out his mobile phone swiftly, and opened the call interface. The most surprising thing was that he did not see any call records.

He couldn't help but show a stunned expression on his face: "Although I didn't see the number, I saw the call go through from a distance, and it was on the call page... How could it be gone?"

Are the call records deleted to protect the security of the information?

Seeing this, the woman in white uniform raised her tablet and asked, "What's your phone number?"

"Ah? Hmm." Yang Jie was stunned for a moment, then he realized what the other party wanted to do and immediately gave his phone number.

The woman in white uniform immediately memorized the number after hearing it.

And just like before, he pressed the tiny button on the headset again, reported his code name and the number of the functional department he belonged to: "...apply to view the call records and call content."

The tablet computer in her hand that was playing the surveillance footage switched directly to another page without any direct operation from her.

The woman in white uniform quickly input the phone number into it, and almost in an instant, all the previous call records appeared.

The most recent one was posted at around 2 a.m. today.

After checking this call record, the woman in white uniform clicked the option to play the call content.

During the more than one minute call, there was only silence. When it was about to end, a cheerful voice asked, "What did your friend say?"

It can be clearly heard that the sound is not coming from close to the microphone, but from a quite distance away.

Until the last moment when the call was about to be hung up, the woman in white uniform heard other voices.

She dragged the progress bar back and listened to the sound that ended the sentence several times.