crime profiler in the dark

After Bai Haolin and Sergeant Qi reported to He Guangzhong the progress of the case and their suspicion and stalking of Zou Jun, He Guangzhong didn't say anything. He knew that they were all shocked today, so he just asked them to go back to rest first.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening when Bai Haolin returned home. Just as he took off his coat, his cell phone rang. The caller ID was an unfamiliar landline. He answered the phone suspiciously:

"Which one?"

"It's me." Tang Jiarong's deliberately lowered voice came from the other end of the phone, "Time is urgent, to make a long story short, remember this license plate number: QJ-Y924."

"Well, I wrote it down." Bai Haolin remembered that when they met for the last time, Tang Jiarong mentioned that he was planning to investigate the connection between Xing Hongming and the new drug "Angel" that appeared in TMX City recently. I wonder if this is related to it?

"If my wife comes to you, tell her: I never forgot our wedding anniversary."

"Okay, it's just..." Bai Haolin wanted to say that it would be better for him to tell his wife, but he was cut off by the "beep" sound on the other end of the phone.

Bai Haolin felt that Tang Jiarong was carrying out his undercover mission, and it was inconvenient to say some things clearly. Even though there were countless question marks in his heart, he could only hold back and not call back the landline.

Zou Jun has lived in a simple rental house not far from the abandoned hotel in the industrial area since he moved out. He does odd jobs in supermarkets during the day and occasionally surfs the Internet at night, but most of the time he goes home to rest to relieve the fatigue of the day. An ordinary working-class man is different from others in that he needs to go to the Quanxin Psychotherapy Center three days a week.

Police officers from the Second Criminal Investigation Division began to follow Zou Jun. In the early hours of the morning,

"Ah——" policeman Zhao Yue yawned big, and he raised his wrist to look at his watch. It was already three o'clock in the morning, and the rental house where Zou Jun lived had already turned off the lights. His partner He Huan was behind him. Sagittarius has slept for two and a half hours, and he can be woken up to change shifts in another half hour.For ordinary people, half an hour is nothing more than playing games, catching up on TV dramas, and chatting with friends, which can be quickly passed, but for Zhao Yue who is on duty, it is extremely difficult.

The phone has only 20% of its battery left, and it can no longer be played. The newspapers bought today have already been torn up by him. He tried to stretch his body, but the narrow space in the car couldn't allow him, a man with a height of 178, to make extra movements, so he could only twist his neck and rub his shoulders.

The effect of three cups of black coffee has long since passed, and the long-lasting aroma of coffee in the car still can't save the sleepy bugs. He raised his wrist to look at his watch again: Oh my God, only 5 minutes have passed!

Just when Zhao Yue was hesitating to wake him up in advance at the risk of being beaten up by He Huan, suddenly, a ghostly figure pushed open the door of the unit, and through the street lamp next to him, this person was Zou Jun !

At this moment, he did not put on his daytime motorcycle jacket, but a black hoodie with an extremely eye-catching red skull painted on the front. Zou Jun walked out of the unit door, quickly put on the hood, and trotted away .

"He Huan! Get up!!" Zhao Yue's drowsiness disappeared immediately, and while waking He Huan up, he drove up to Zou Jun at a distance.

"What?!" He Huan, who was awakened by the shock, sat up straight, his face still dazed from sleep.

"Zou Jun is out!" Zhao Yue pointed forward.

Fifty meters ahead of them, Zou Jun put his hands in his trouser pockets, hunched his back, and walked quickly forward. Zhao Yue was afraid of being discovered by him, so he didn't dare to turn on the lights, so he could only follow him from a distance.

"Where is he going?" He Huan was already sober. He wiped his face to drive away the drowsiness.

"Who knows!" Zhao Yue shrugged.

Zou Jun didn't know that the police were still watching him, so he walked quickly towards the direction of the abandoned hotel.

Because the support department has packed all the evidence back to the police station, there is nothing at the scene, and the cordon downstairs has been cancelled, leaving only a cordon at the door of the room on the top floor to prevent gentlemen but not villains. The Han people all returned to the place where they lived, and everything was restored to its original state.