ruffian detective

Downstairs at No. 8 in Renheli, residents came and went, and everything seemed to be as usual.

On the inner side of the road not far from Building 8, a black commercial vehicle was parked on the side of the road, low-key, quiet and unobtrusive.

Shen Yan was sitting in the co-pilot, looking through the documents with his head lowered, his slender eyelashes drooping slightly, and the sun cast a row of fine shadows on the paper.

The rear door was pulled open from the outside, and Xiao Liu took a few bottles of iced mineral water and sat in, threw them into the hands of several people, and said out of breath, "Boss, I asked Da Li on the phone just now, the long-distance bus station Nothing, they're heading to the train station."

Zhan Feng caught the water and said it was hard work, he propped one arm on the car window, his body was slightly sideways, and the expression on his face looked a little lazy.

But if someone took a closer look, he would notice that his eyes were dark and sharp, with a gloomy cold light, like a hunter waiting in the dark, ready to catch his prey at any time and seal him with an arrow.

"Is it useful for us to wait here?" Xiao Liu murmured. He had been puzzled by the boss's intentions since just now, but what made him even more puzzled was that it was Zhan Feng and Shen who came to guard Chen Zhichao's dormitory. Yan proposed the plan in unison.

The two great gods both spoke, and of course they wanted to follow obediently, but they stared at it for more than two hours, but got nothing.

Xiao Liu thought to himself, if he were Chen Zhichao, he would have run away long ago, and how could he return to the dormitory and wait to be arrested?

"It's useful, just be patient." Hearing his muttering, Shen Yan turned around and glanced at him, "As long as we are sure that the person we are waiting for is Chen Zhichao, he will definitely show up."

"Why, Mr. Shen?" Xiao Liu took the opportunity to start asking questions, "He should be thinking about running away now, isn't he throwing himself into a trap when he comes back?"

"Because of Chen Zhichao's character, he is conceited, cautious, and a bit withdrawn and perverse. In addition, in his files at the time, he reviewed his confession three times, which shows that he lacks a sense of responsibility and is a typical chronic antisocial personality. But today Xiao Zhao went to His factory said that he asked for leave from the unit, is this reasonable?"

Xiao Zhao was also sitting in the car, and was stunned for a while before he could react: "But...he did ask for leave, and there is still a signature on the leave form."

Shen Yan nodded and said: "That's right, he has done things that are contrary to his character, and there is only one purpose, that is to cover up, to create the illusion that he is in a hurry to leave. In this way, the police will concentrate on searching the The station, but he hid in the dormitory, the most dangerous place, but became safe.

But he won't be at home now, he has to hide in the dark to observe, to ensure that the police have really given up searching here, and then he will choose a safe time and slowly sneak back home. "

Xiao Liu suddenly realized: "It turns out that it is like this, so you asked me and Xiao Zhao to question his neighbors when we first arrived, just to reassure him, if the police didn't even show their faces, it would be even more wrong. Damn, Brother Shen, you are so awesome, you have all of Chen Zhichao's thoughts in your hands."

Shen Yan twitched the corner of his mouth, didn't answer any more, but glanced sideways at Zhan Feng, and asked, "What do you think?"

He was really interested in Zhan Feng's idea. After all, only Zhan Feng and himself proposed to stay downstairs in Chen Zhichao's dormitory at the same time, and when the others heard this idea, their faces were almost all surprised.

"No idea, let's talk about the facts." Zhan Feng tapped the steering wheel irregularly with his fingers, and his voice was deep and solemn, "The train ticket requires an ID card, and the chances of him daring to buy a ticket are not high, and he has just been released after serving his sentence. He didn't get his salary for a month, and he probably couldn't afford the train ticket; the long-distance bus station in the suburbs was not only far away, but also only sold tickets for the next day. Since he didn't ask for leave yesterday, it means that it is impossible to leave today, let Da Li and the others go Check, just to see if he will buy a ticket for tomorrow."

He paused for a moment, his eyes brightened, and he looked forward: "The most important point, Xiao Zhao said that Chen Zhichao went to work to ask for leave, and the people in his work didn't say anything else, so he must have gone there empty-handed, without any luggage."

Xiao Zhao and Xiao Liu both exclaimed in unison: "Oh—boss is so amazing!"

"Shut up and concentrate." Zhan Feng's eyes darkened, and his voice suddenly became serious, making everyone feel awe-inspiring: "The suspect appears, everyone is ready."

Chen Zhichao indeed sneaked back to the dormitory secretly.

He has been squatting in the sun for several hours, in the flower bed not far from the entrance of the corridor, there is a rockery, and the entrance of the cave just faces the corridor.

He didn't dare to go out casually. Although the police had already arrived and left after staying for about half an hour, Chen Zhichao was still worried. He would rather endure the poisonous scorching sun for a while longer.

Once it falls into the hands of the police, it's over, he knows it in his heart.

But he had no money in his pocket, and he didn't dare to go to the long-distance bus station rashly, so he could only stand here.

Maybe, after two or three days, when the police gradually shifted their target, I can run out.

As the sky was getting dark, Chen Zhichao couldn't bear it anymore, he was lucky and cautiously approached the corridor door.

It's only a few steps away and he can go back to the small room in the basement and live like a rat for a few days, it doesn't matter, he's used to it anyway.

Suddenly, he stopped, and his breathing almost stopped.

A burst of fear came from behind, like a cold sharp knife, climbing up from the bottom of his feet, locking him firmly in place.

That was a feeling he was all too familiar with. Anyone who had been arrested knew that the police had a smell, a smell that made them terrified and restless.

He used to enjoy being entangled with this kind of feeling, the feeling of walking on the blade and sleeping on the wire, which is very exciting and fulfilling, and it can give him great satisfaction.

But now, this feeling can only bring him pure fear.

Turning around slowly, the dim light made him unable to see the face of the person opposite, and even the voice of the other person was a little blurred: "... Now please come back with us to assist in the investigation."

He closed his eyes dejectedly, and said in a low voice: "I knew that no matter where you are, you can always find me."