"Sir Song, there are more than 300 people in China named He Ying."

"I've compared all the information. No one who matched him was talking about a pseudonym."

Noon, nine o'clock.

Song Zijie had just woken up in the office and when he walked to the tea room to make coffee, a guy found him in the tea room with a report.

Last night, Sir Song asked one of his subordinates to interrogate first, and then he went to the office to make a break. He planned to wait until the supervisor's subordinates could not pry open the criminal's mouth and the criminal was exhausted before taking charge of the interrogation.

Alas, when a boss always likes to appear in the end, it can not only reduce the difficulty, but also show that you are very powerful. Guys have long been used to this routine and have no objection at all.

At this time, Song Zijie took the report with his hand, and did not open it to look directly, but drank coffee and asked, "Where is facial recognition?"

At first, he thought that "He Ying" was stupid, and maybe he had really succeeded in clichés. Unexpectedly, the beginning of the game was another name.

That guy is really dishonest!

The guy beside him smiled and replied: "Sir Song, there is only one similar person in the facial recognition system."

"Who?"

Song Zijie found that the guy was keeping a secret and his tone was a little curious.

“Xahou Sir.”

"Supervisor of the Training Office and Xiahou Wu, the training instructor of the police force."

Song Zijie exclaimed lightly and said incredibly: "Have we solved some major case?"

"right."

"We may have really solved the big case."

"Now Xiahou Sir has taken leave to go back to the mainland to check his household registration."

The guy was holding his smile and his tone was full of gossip.

Song Zijie smiled, patted the guy on the shoulder, and walked out of the tea room with a coffee cup.

"I'll go and examine him, you go for breakfast."

"Yes, sir."

The guy stood there and watched the chief leave, then opened the drawer and took out the coffee beans, preparing to make a cup of coffee for himself before talking about it.

After Song Zijie walked into the interrogation room, he waved his hands casually. After the guys next to him left, he pulled away the chair and sat down, looked at He Ying in front of him and said, "Actually, I understand your thoughts very much."

"It's so stressful in modern times. Everyone wants to go back to the ancient times to live a life of idle clouds and wild cranes."

"It's normal to have some conjecture, but as a professional killer, you must be literate and not use these things to fool the police, right?"

It turned out that while walking on the road, Song Sir finished reading the information report.

How do you say this report?

He Ying told the truth that the official sent a letter to confess his origin, but no policeman could believe it.

In Ajie's opinion, this is more like an article! It's something that killers come out to tease them!

But Song Zijie is quite patient and plans to continue to talk to He Ying, hoping to grasp some clues.

Try to bring Zhao Yuanlong and another behind-the-scenes boss back before the "No. 1" returns to Hong Kong, and then find the smuggled goods.

This is the perfect case.

But after hearing Song Zijie's inquiry, He Ying frowned and asked directly: "What kind of military general are you?"

"Um?"

"Come again?" Song Zijie was stunned for a moment, feeling that communicating with a psychopath might turn into another psychopath. So in order to solve the case, he adjusted his frequency and replied with a smile: "Seventh grade, right?"

In his mind, he compared the modern and ancient systems and estimated that a senior assistant director in Hong Kong should be considered a seventh rank in the country.

However, if the seventh grade is in the seventh grade, if you bring the word "military general", you have to count the army.

However, after joining the military system, Song Zijie felt that he was not even a seventh rank, so he could only give himself the word "bar" as a way out.

After all, you should not be too proud of yourself. What if you get slapped in the face?

However, after He Ying knew that he was a seventh-rank official, he could not believe it: "A little seventh-rank general, you can control the country's important weapon like the 'big bird'. Humph! Do you know that this kind of heavy weapon should not be exposed, and it is best to deploy the frontier to defend against the enemy?"

"You are so useless to catch me with it, so stupid."

Song Zijie tapped the table gently, and after hearing these words, he wanted to give up the interrogation.

"I can't talk, I can't talk, I can't talk to this kind of psychopath!"

"What kind of national heavy weapon? Can helicopters be considered national heavy weapon now?"

Song Zijie picked up the coffee and took a sip, looked up at He Ying and asked, "Have you heard of Dongfeng Express?"

He Ying was silent for a moment, shook her head and said, "I haven't heard of it."

"oh."

"You remember that is the country's important weapon. Compared with him, the big bird you catches is considered a means of transportation at most."

"Do you do something? You provide the boss behind the scenes, or hand over the goods, and I'll let you go!"

Song Zijie pointed outside the door and did not say that he would not arrest him anymore. He was obviously using routines to conduct a deceptive interrogation.

However, He Ying is not a fool.

When he heard the word "delivery", he narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking that Guancha was staring at his "time and space-time gold ball". On one side, he was secretly shocked by Guancha's well-informed knowledge, while on the other side, he gritted his teeth and never spoke.

Song Zijie personally asked for more than ten minutes, and was about to turn off the camera and let He Ying see the power of the "capitalist iron fist"... A superintendent knocked on the door of the interrogation room and said, "Song Sir, someone has applied for a visit."

"Visit him?" Song Zijie stretched out his finger and pointed at He Ying, got up and walked to his subordinates.

The Superintendent nodded and lowered his voice and said, "Yes, it's a man named Huang Xiaomei, the girl who took him to stay."

Song Zijie touched his chin thoughtfully, then nodded and said, "Okay."

"You take him there."

The killer without worries is the most terrifying.

If the killer cares a little, there may be other breakthroughs.

Don’t there often be scenes of professional killers dating beautiful girls in movies?

Ajie agreed that Huang Xiaomei saw that He Ying wanted to try this method, and she might be able to use Huang Xiaomei to talk from him.

As for Huang Xiaomei's background, the police found it clearly after a little check. Just a little girl who was drinking in a bar, there was nothing special about it.

Song Zijie looked back at He Ying and did not return to the interrogation table. Instead, he put his hands in his pockets and left the interrogation room directly, and decided to go and have fun with Huang Xiaomei first.

The police officer took over the affairs of the chief and walked into the interrogation room to look at He Ying and said, "Someone is visiting you, come with me."

Two police officers walked out from behind him and picked up He Ying from the chair.

In order to prevent this criminal with extremely high combat effectiveness from escaping, the police team has taken out the heaviest shackles to copy He Ying's hands and feet, and it is impossible to cut it without a chainsaw. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!