spirits in throat

After the meeting ended, Rong Zhao followed Zhou Ye to the captain's office, turned around and closed the door.

The two sat facing each other with a desk between them.

Zhou Ye handed over the expert's hypnosis report on Rong Zhao: "How did you do it?"

Rong Zhao glanced at it, and it turned out that he was very healthy mentally, without any knots or demons, and he had no tendency to kill.

"This is a fact."

Zhou Ye got up and poured a glass of water and put it in front of Rong Zhao's desk. He leaned against the table and looked at him and said, "Qi Bureau didn't approve of letting you transfer to the criminal investigation team at first, I was the one who guaranteed it."

"That is to say, no matter what you do in the future that violates the regulations, I will be responsible for it," Zhou Ye's eyes fell on Rong Zhao's pupils, "We are tightly bound and together."

Rong Zhao didn't like being stared at by Zhou Ye like this, as if he wanted to see through the skin to the bone and soul of a person, he turned his eyes away, and said in a cold tone: "Didn't you just want to lock me up because you suspected that I was a murderer? Are you watching from under your nose, afraid that I might run away?"

"Stop embellishing your motives as if you're a messiah."

Zhou Ye did not deny it: "This is indeed one of my considerations. But now that your suspicion has been cleared, there is no question of whether to monitor or not."

"But this binding agreement is still there," Zhou Ye leaned back slightly, bent over, caught Rong Zhao's with his own eyes, looked at him and continued, "So you'd better keep quiet, Don't do any nonsense."

"I will rely on this salary to support my daughter-in-law in the future, and I don't want to lose my official skin."

This explanation was reasonable, and Rong Zhao accepted it: "Understood, I won't implicate you."

"You still have a great life, don't fold yourself in," Zhou Ye got up from the table, walked to the window and opened all the half-drawn curtains, and a large amount of sunlight poured in. He leaned against the window and watched Rong Zhao, "In this weather, it would be nice to meet a beautiful woman to sit on the balcony and bask in the sun. He will watch the scenery and I will watch him."

There was a bright light behind him, and the backlight made his deep facial features appear more three-dimensional, the white shirt was illuminated, and the cropped hair that was too short and piercingly softened, as gentle as his eyes at this time.

Rong Zhao got up, very puzzled: "Today is June No. 30, it's 39 o'clock in the afternoon Beijing time, the outdoor temperature is [-] degrees, it's not suitable to bask in the sun on the balcony."

After speaking, he turned and walked out the door.

He and he are not from the same world at all.

The information technology department is very busy, with colleagues from various departments constantly coming in and out.

Dozens of computers with the latest models and the highest configurations were turned on at the same time, and some computer screens were playing various surveillance images.Some are scrolling through complex lines of code quickly.

Wang Xiaoming dripped two drops of eye drops, picked up the mirror and took a look, and made sure that his eyes were several degrees brighter, then called up the camera and took a look as a mirror.

He is very excited now, he will run to the door every half a minute and stick his head out to have a look. He can't even turn around in his chair unsteadily, just like a child with ADHD.

The reason why he is so excited is because his new idol called him just now, saying that he will be there soon, and he needs to cooperate with some work.

A colleague turned to look at Wang Xiaoming: "Xiao Ming, what's the matter with you, don't you wear white shirts with Team Zhou?"

"Yes, I rebelled," Wang Xiaoming straightened the hem of the black T-shirt, "Officer Rong likes to wear black, so I also like to wear black."

Wang Xiaoming has a problem. He is a vulgar person who worships blindly. He must dress the same as whoever he admires.

This black suit is not bad, it makes him feel cool, and he will definitely become as powerful as Police Officer Rong, so that all the cameras in the world can't catch him.

Rong Zhao knocked on the door and entered, and saw a young man who greeted him warmly: "Hi, I'm looking for Team Leader Wang."

"Officer Rong, I am," the young man showed eight white teeth and smiled brightly, "Just call me Xiao Ming."

Rong Zhao nodded and didn't say much: "Then let's start, it's troublesome."

Rong Zhao followed Wang Xiaoming to the monitoring room next to him. They wanted to check where the suspect who paid in cash went after he came out of the textile market.

Not all the surveillance images can be connected. Sometimes the suspect walks through an intersection and the surveillance cannot capture it. Immediately, the nearby probes have to be adjusted to see which road they turn to.

Rong Zhao not only has good eyesight, but also seems to know how to read minds, follow his train of thought, avoiding many detours.

This person came out of the Qingfang Market at ten o'clock in the morning, took a bus, got off after six stops, passed a 50-meter underground passage, and had a good meal at a small roadside restaurant.

After another viaduct, I stepped onto the escalator, carrying a black plastic bag in one hand, which contained the bed sheet.The other hand holds the phone.

Wang Xiaoming froze the picture, pointed to the computer screen, with disgust and contempt in his eyes, "It really is a pervert."

Rong Zhao frowned, and saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old middle school girl walking up the elevator with her schoolbag on her back.The suspect next to him was secretly poking his mobile phone under the girl's skirt.

The girl didn't notice it at all, got off the elevator and turned left.

Where she couldn't see, a pair of fiery eyes were staring at her, and they followed her for dozens of meters before leaving.

At 01:30 in the afternoon, the suspect walked into an old residential area.

Rong Zhao sat beside Wang Xiaoming, and pointed to the monitoring screen: "The unit number is enlarged."

"No problem," Wang Xiaoming said in twos and twos, "This neighborhood is too old, and the cameras are all old models from seven or eight years ago, so I can't see them clearly."

He quickly switched out a picture processing software developed by himself: "No. 56."

After that, he quickly packed and compressed the highest-definition frontal image of the suspect captured by the surveillance along the way and sent it to Zhou Ye.

The suspect appears to be between 40 and 1.76 years old and about [-]cm tall.It has a pair of mouse eyes, and the eyeballs are cloudy, like a stinking sewage, no matter how big the sun is, it can't cast a shimmer of light on it.

I live alone, the living environment is not good, and I love candid photography.

After nine other customers who bought the sheets were ruled out one by one, this person became the first suspect in the case.

"Adjust the surveillance of this community this morning to see if he has gone out," Rong Zhao stared at the screen, "If he didn't go out, then look at the one from five o'clock to twelve o'clock last night."

"Back home at [-]:[-]." After watching the surveillance for more than an hour, Wang Xiaoming dripped eye drops to relieve eye fatigue. They are probably still at home."

Rong Zhao made a phone call to the information department, and reported the information to Zhou Ye truthfully: "No. 56, Mingyang Community, presumably Room 102."

"The registered owner's name is Wang Shihai, who works in a tobacco factory. He didn't go to work today, and he is at home."

If you don't go to work on Monday, what is this person doing at home.

"Catch people," Zhou Ye made a decisive decision, striding out of the office, ordering a few people, "Zheng Ke, Fan Yao, Xiao Lin, Da Zhuang, follow me. Dong Zi took two people to the cigarette factory, and Xiao Qian's docking technology The ministry will continue to investigate the monitoring of the Mingyang community, focusing on the time before and after the victim's disappearance."

Zhou Ye turned his head to look at Rong Zhao, and his tone was unquestionable: "You are in a car with me."

"action!"

"Yes, Team Zhou."

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