Evil and punishment [criminal investigation]

The central air conditioner in the house is set at a comfortable 23 degrees, and the coffee machine has just brewed a cup of Blue Mountain—it was placed on the edge of the small table on the cowhide rug.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, wearing a white shirt and beige trousers, Wen Bei stood leisurely by the window of the living room on the first floor.He put one hand in his pocket and pushed it away with the other. The magazine clip confirmed the bullet.

The sound of police sirens and red and blue lights broke into the block. He unhurriedly pulled the chair that won an international design award, pulled it on the leather carpet, and placed it in the direction directly opposite the door. He picked up the cup of coffee and sat down firmly. .

Nie Cheng kicked open the door and came in with a gun in his hand. What he saw was this afternoon tea-like scene—if the gun and black instruments on the small table in front of him were not counted.

The door was unlocked, and it bounced back and closed automatically because of his excessive force, concealing it.

"Long time no see, Officer Nie." Wen Bei said gently.

This soft face, this elegant skin, and these hypocritical lips and teeth make Wen Bei look like a middle-aged man in his fifties at all.

If it weren't for the cases that appeared again and again, even Nie Cheng could hardly imagine that the devil is so good at disguising himself.

"You don't need to be polite, Professor Wen. We only have 10 minutes before the FBI rushes in. This is your last chance to show off your achievements." Nie Cheng said.

Wen Bei laughed, "Of course, of course, the opportunity is rare. I know you have many questions to ask and many answers to hear. But before that, put down your guns."

Nie Cheng twirled his fingers, and the muzzle of the gun rushed down.

"Unload the magazine and throw it over."

Nie Cheng complied.

With a flick of his toes, Wen Bei kicked the clips into the cabinet next to him, then pushed aside the recording jammer in front of him, and said, "You know what this is, don't play tricks in front of me. Even if I kill you here Without you, my lawyer can also help me get rid of the crime."

Nie Cheng gritted his teeth, his complexion getting darker and darker.

"Turn around and let me see if you have another gun attached." Wen Bei said.

Nie Cheng raised his hand and turned around to prove that he hadn't snatched it.

Wen Bei nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, now we can start our topic. Come, ask me questions, and I will answer all your questions."

"Why did you kill Guo Ying?"

Wen Bei shook his head, "I didn't kill her, my hands are not stained with blood, I only do love things."

"Were you involved in her death?"

"related."

"What is your relationship with Wang Guangde?"

"He was a former student. He listened to my elective courses and admired me very much. He said he found his faith in me, heh." Wen Bei couldn't help smiling.

"It was you who manipulated him to collude with Tiger Laobao to kidnap me and Guo Ying?"

"Manipulation is the wrong word. You have to ask precise questions before I can answer properly. It wasn't his collusion. It was my suggestion when I drank with those beasts and heard them complain."

"Why did you choose Guo Ying?"

"I thought you had figured it out, she would make you suffer and blame yourself all the time."

"Why choose me?"

"Because they are complaining about your criminal investigation team, you are the captain, and it is the most effective to attack you. However, I have to say, you are far beyond my imagination. I had a meeting with your former attending physician in a public hospital, intentionally Ask her about a similar situation, she mentioned you, of course she didn't mention your name, but I can guess that it's you." Wen Bei gradually became excited.

"People like me who know what conscience is, but never listen to its voice, will be more interested in this kind of beauty in you, the beauty of the soul, eager to destroy it, but not make it disappear , seeing it struggling and shining in the dust.” Wen Bei spared no effort to explain his state of mind as if explaining knowledge on the podium, and then showed the teacher’s pride and love for smart students, “I said a little too much, you It's a tricky question."

"Why do you want to shape Jiang Zhun's dual personality?"

"Jiang Zhun is the captain of the criminal investigation, and he is a stumbling block for those friends who drink and eat. Besides, he has tendencies. I just can't help it. Do you feel that his personality is completely different from yours? He is deeply influenced by elitism, but The romanticism under your rationality and the integrity under his elitism are like interlaced three-dimensional three-dimensional puzzles. When the space is twisted to a certain angle, the same values ​​can be spelled out. Oh——if only you were my students.” Wen Bei groaned.

Nie Cheng only felt the creeps in his ears, as if he was an experiment subject to be studied under the roentgen rays.

"What happened to Yu Zixuan's death?"

"He did stupid things for Wei Yuan, trying to expose our secrets."

"Why did you kill his family?"

"His wife and children were hiding with him and likely heard about these things as well."

"How did you contact the pier?"

"I don't need to contact, Han Le'an will do everything for me, including murder and suicide." He laughed again.

Nie Cheng could hear his heartbeat roaring in his chest, and the blood rushing to the top of his head.

"Are there any questions? A good student must learn to ask questions." Wen Bei asked expectantly.

"Zhou Nan, is he one of your wine and meat friends, why do you help him?"

"He's different from those people. We originally lived in Tongzilou and grew up together. When you heard our names, we picked them up because we were friends in the previous generation. So I always have to do more for him." Thinking of his current situation, Wen Bei couldn't help sighing.

"Who else is your friend, if it is in our system."

"This is not part of my work, and it's not within the scope of my answer." Wen Bei raised the corner of his mouth slyly.

"Then, one last question."

"No, you should have a lot of questions." Wen Bei frowned.

"Professor Wen, our time is limited. The last question, is there anyone around you who loves your true colors?"

For the first time, Wen Bei didn't answer his question right away, he shook his head slowly, "No, I don't expect too much. Look at Hu Xiaofei and my son, it's enough if they can always love the decent Professor Wen. I don't believe this The world has feelings that truly embrace each other's dark side."

"So, you don't have any remorse for what you did?"

"will not."

Satisfied with his speculation, Wen Bei took the gun from the small table and pulled the trigger.

10 minutes are almost here.

Nie Cheng didn't panic, and said: "Professor Wen, you always hold Wei Yuan in your palm. He is one of your best students. He had enough time to contact Jiang Zhun when he didn't dare to disobey your orders. Have you thought about it?" But why hasn't Jiang Zhun's dual personality been established?"

"Wei Yuan is a silly boy, always soft-hearted." Wen Bei raised his gun, pointing the laser sight at his forehead.

"That's just one side. You don't know much about feelings in this world."

"what?"

"It's time." Nie Cheng lightly tapped the dial of his watch.

The sudden movement caught Wen Bei by surprise, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation, only to find that his brain had lost control of his body.

He watched in shock as Nie Cheng's expressionless face grew taller and taller in front of his eyes. It wasn't until his eyes slanted and his shoulders touched the ground that he realized that he was the one who fell in front of him.

What he didn't know until his death was that before the laser of his pistol was aimed at Nie Cheng, there was a small red dot on the back of his head. It was the laser of the FBI sniper from the opposite villa.

——"I can only give you 10 minutes."

--"OK."

——"I will let the sniper stare at you in another villa, if he raises a gun at you..."

——"He may hold a gun at me from the moment he enters the door, and knock on the dial as a signal, and the sniper will judge other situations."

Blood slowly flowed out from the back of Wei Yuan's head and forehead, and soon covered the floor.

Nie Cheng exited his villa step by step, and the FBI swarmed in.

He left the steps under the eaves with his head down, digesting what he had just heard.

Wen Bei died, but he didn't feel very well.

Those killed by him cannot be resurrected, and those injured by him may still move forward with injuries.

He took the cigarette handed by the police officer who blocked the scene, walked out of the lawn in front of Wenbei Gate, took out the lighter, and thought in his heart, maybe the only thing to be happy about is that the case is over, and he can prepare to go back to the country, can...

Suddenly someone rushed up and knocked off the cigarette in his hand, causing pain in his chest, but the other party didn't let him break free, hugged him tightly, and grabbed his shoulder vigorously.

"Jiang Zhun?" Nie Cheng asked in surprise.

It was his colleague Li Zi from the Municipal Bureau who responded, and he smiled and said, "Don't argue with him, he watched you get shot in front of the camera, and his face turned pale with worry."

Only then did Jiang Zhun realize that there were outsiders present, and he cleverly pretended to be the back of the head of Nie Cheng, a wild brother who is as wild as a good brother.

"..." Nie Cheng really wanted to argue with him a little bit.

Li Zi was four or five years older than them, and the eldest brother pulled Jiang Zhun away and let Nie Cheng handle the case first.

Nie Cheng went out of his way to find the sniper and shook hands with him sincerely to thank him.Then he took out his mobile phone and sent Yu Mei a WeChat message - Wen Bei died.

Yu Mei didn't reply, and half an hour later, she updated a photo of the clouds stretching out, with the words "the sky is clear", and Nie Cheng smiled knowingly when she saw it.

The three went to the police station to make notes. Nie Cheng thanked the authorities for their cooperation and contacted the consulate in LA. They will be responsible for the subsequent disposal of the corpse.

They picked up Xue Bing and flew to New York with Fan Jingzhe and a local criminal policeman in charge of handover.

Zhou Nan and Fan Jingzhe quickly became depressed after hearing Wen Bei's death, and agreed to return to China to plead guilty.

The four of them still need to wait for the prosecutor who came to go through the handover procedures before escorting the two prisoners back, but the return time has been fixed, just two days later.

Xue Bing and Li Zi took on a lot of purchasing tasks and went shopping in their free time.

Nie Cheng and Jiang Zhizhi still have a difficult problem to deal with. First, they have to bring Han Leyang back from Jiang Zhun's parents' home.

The morning sun shines through the branches on the lawn of Central Park in New York, and the fresh air nourishes every plant and tree. People who are jogging and walking their dogs pass by one after another.

"Not in a hurry, I have to think about how to deal with them." Jiang Zhun said with a headache when he mentioned going to his parents' house.

The two took a leisurely walk on the lawn, and Nie Cheng told him about saving his father in the bar and getting the business card.

Jiang Zhun was stunned for a long time, and said, "Did you use this opportunity to let them take care of Han Leyang?"

"Ah."

"The old man is very committed. He promised that he will basically do it. Such a good opportunity...you can ask him to accept us." Jiang Zhun said.

"It's not that I haven't thought about it, but your parents are people of faith. I'm afraid it's not that simple. This shortcut won't work, and they hate it for nothing."

Jiang Zhun rubbed his chin and said, "It makes sense. So what should we do now?"

"I think it's fine for the two old people not to be hostile to me. Let's talk about it later. I'll pick up Han Leyang later, and you can stay for one night." Nie Cheng suggested.

Jiang Zhun pursed his lips without saying a word, clearly expressing "I don't" with actions.

"Can you stop acting like a child?" Nie Cheng couldn't help laughing.