Ai Liang put down the novel in his hand and came to the door. He glanced at the doorbell display and saw that the person coming was Shi Feng.
"Please come in."
Ai Liang took out the spare slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them in the entrance hall.
Shi Feng came to the door at home. Although it was clear that he was here to ask if he had ever met Da Da, he had been in contact with people from the criminal police team too frequently recently.
Ai Liang thought about the past half month. It seemed that every few days he would report to the criminal police team, actively or passively, for various reasons.
While Shi Feng was looking at the layout of the living room, Ai Liang brought over two cups of tea.
"Thanks."
Shi Feng took the disposable cup and put it on the coffee table. He looked at Ai Liang, who looked a little lazy, and said with a smile: "I feel like you are a lot more cheerful than before."
Shi Feng didn't know Ai Liang's previous personality. He only thought that when they first met, he was depressed because the girl he confessed to died. Now that he has gotten out of his psychological shadow, his personality has become much more cheerful.
"Yes, I was in a pretty good mood before your phone call just now." Ai Liang replied.
Even though Shi Feng could explain things clearly in a few words on the phone, he insisted on making a trip to his door in person. It was clear that he wanted to take the opportunity to get closer and persuade him to apply for the police academy. Perhaps he also wanted to start with his parents.
Ai Liang saw clearly what Shi Feng had in mind, so he directly said: "I have an appointment with a friend today, so if you have anything to do, you should ask as soon as possible."
Shi Feng didn't waste any time and took out a three-piece set of voice recorder, notebook and law enforcement recorder.
"Did you go to the bathroom on the third floor of Yuelai Mall around seven o'clock last night?" Shi Feng picked up a pen and prepared to take notes.
"yes."
"Have you ever seen this person?" Shi Feng took out the photo printed out from the video screenshot, "His clothes are similar to yours. According to the time difference, this person came out not long after you entered the bathroom."
Ai Liang picked up the photo and looked at it carefully for a while, then shook his head and said, "I had a stomachache yesterday and entered the cubicle. When I entered the bathroom, there was no one there."
"Then have you heard any noise?" Shi Feng continued to ask without giving up: "For example, voices or other sounds."
"Yes, not long after I entered the cubicle, I heard the sound of the door closing next to me. Someone probably went out, but I don't know who it was."
When someone found me, I didn’t even recognize him. I’m not lying to you. Who am I to lie to?
Ai Liang continued to make up lies with his eyes open: "About ten minutes after I came here, I heard someone hurried in and then left quickly."
"That means you didn't see anyone the whole time?"
"Yes." Ai Liang asked without changing his expression: "Were you chasing fugitives yesterday? Aren't you afraid of causing panic in such a public place?"
"That's right." Shi Feng didn't know how to introduce the hermit and could only say vaguely: "That person has very strong counter-reconnaissance capabilities. I haven't found any information about him for five years, so we can only arrest him.
I took this opportunity, but unfortunately, I let him run away."
"Really? It seems that his identity is unusual. I counted yesterday and there were probably dozens of people involved in the arrest." Ai Liang probed calmly: "And you all carry guns, is it possible?
Is he dangerous? If so, wouldn't it be a bit risky to arrest him in a place with a lot of people like a shopping mall? What if he takes hostages?"
Ai Liang has worked with Xia Qiyuan for a while. What bothers the detectives the most is not the death order given by their superiors to solve the case in three days, nor the lack of clues to find the suspect. Official figures like them are the most annoying.
It’s the reporters who are bothered.
Ai Liang knew this very well, and Xia Qiyuan and Shi Feng wanted to dig up the ancestral graves of those unscrupulous reporters who were blocking the criminal police team.
Especially the kind of villain who keeps talking under the guise of public safety and attempts to dig up inside information about the police and make revelations.
This kind of person's yin and yang issues can drive people crazy, and you can't even refute them even if they are slapped with all kinds of big names.
If you remain silent and do not answer questions, they will say that you are concealing the truth and that it is not in compliance with the regulations to tell the information that the police have. Moreover, the leakage of certain information will alert criminals and make it more difficult for the police to act.
Xia Qiyuan was so angry that he wanted to push the reporters to the ground more than once. In fact, he did so and was suspended for a month afterwards.
Now, Shi Feng's face was as ugly as if he had eaten a pound of cockroaches when those unfriendly memories were brought back.
"He is not dangerous. Wearing a gun is a mandatory requirement when we perform tasks and has nothing to do with the arrest object. We have a reasonable arrest process."
Shi Feng, without conscience, described the hermit as an intelligence dealer who was harmless to humans and animals and had important information. Looking at his depressed face, Ai Liang felt relieved.
After being entangled for so long, it felt so good for the first time. If he comes again in the future, I will continue to torture him in this way.
Ai Liang secretly made up his mind.
After dryly reciting the template for dealing with reporters, Shi Feng suddenly asked: "Do you live alone?"
"Yes." Ai Liang answered affirmatively.
From the layout of the living room and the placement of objects, it is not difficult to tell how many people live here.
To give a simple example, the number of pillows placed on the sofa, the water glasses in the closet, and the wear marks on the edges of the coffee table and the sofa can be used to infer the specific number of people living in the house.
The more people there are, the more extensive the signs of wear and tear will be. However, only a small area of Ai Liang's sofa is severely worn. The rest of the sofa is as bright as new. It is obvious that few people use it.
"Where are your parents?" Shi Feng asked.
"They all have their own homes." Ai Liang said coldly.
This sentence contains a lot of information. After understanding it, Shi Feng immediately shut up and stopped mentioning the relevant content.
Shi Feng originally wanted to come over for some airing, but ended up hitting the mark. Listening to his tone, it seemed as if his parents had established a new family.
Shi Feng originally thought that Ai Liang's parents were focused on making money and paid little attention to their son's life. Unexpectedly, it was actually even more outrageous and they had already reached the point of separating the family.
It is difficult for an upright official to deal with household affairs. Shi Feng could see that Ai Liang's family was a bit complicated, and he didn't know what to say for a while. After confirming that Ai Liang had not had close contact with the hermit, he planned to pack his things and leave: "Then
I'm going back to the detachment first, there are still a lot of things that need to be finished."
Ai Liang nodded and walked Shi Feng to the door, then stood on the balcony and watched him drive away until he disappeared from sight.
Ten minutes after Shi Feng left and confirmed that he had returned to the criminal police team, Ai Liang came to the bedroom, took out the senior phone from the mezzanine of the desk drawer, put it in his pocket, and then stuffed a set of clothes for cross-dressing into his bag.
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The first time you matched up with the hermit in a shopping mall, no one would suspect it, but the second time you matched up with her, it would be a bit puzzling. It is impossible that you two are long-lost brothers and have telepathy with each other.
The reason why I didn't prepare two sets of clothes in Yuelai Shopping Mall yesterday was because the satchel was too big. A boy carrying a large satchel was really conspicuous.
If the police guarding the door ask to check the package and find another set of clothes, and this set of clothes happens to be the clothes worn by the person they are searching for, it will be very troublesome to explain, and they cannot say that they just stole it.
Ai Liang didn't tell anyone in advance when he went out this time, so he didn't have to worry about being questioned.
Ai Liang walked to the bathroom in a nearby park and finished changing clothes here.
In the past few years, he basically performed cross-dressing in this park, because there is almost no monitoring in this old park, and there is very little traffic during the day. Only old men and women who go out for a walk appear at night.
There was no need to worry about being caught on camera or having witnesses. Over time, this became his regular place for cross-dressing.
After finishing dressing up and pinching his face, Ai Liang dialed Musi's phone number.
"There was quite a big fuss yesterday. If it weren't for the pressure from the police and the fact that you were wearing a mask, you might have been recognized on the street."
Moose's gloating voice came.
Ai Liang's call was not just to listen to him mocking her.
"Have you found the group of people who smashed up your bar?"
Not to mention it was okay, but when he thought about one of his strongholds being exposed, Moose was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Why do you ask?"
Having lost a speakeasy, Moose's tone inevitably had a hint of gunpowder.
Moose can only overcome his fear of the hermit when he loses money, just like drunkenness and cowardice.
The fact that it was smashed was not the key. At most, two tables were replaced. The key was that this bar was not visible to the light, and the group of people caused a fire that attracted firefighters afterwards, which directly led to the exposure of this stronghold.
You must know that in the current Neihua City, it is extremely difficult to establish an underground stronghold without anyone protecting it from above.
This fire almost burned Musi himself. If he, like Ai Liang, never showed his true face and hid it deeply enough, I am afraid that Shi Feng would have invited him to tea by now.
"I have some questions that I would like to ask them for advice." Ai Liang emphasized the word "ask for advice." "They destroyed a stronghold of yours. You can't just swallow your anger and do nothing, right?"
Even though Mu Si was very talkative in front of Ai Liang, even if all the really important big guys have run away, it is absolutely impossible for him to take over the resources left by those big guys and secure his position as the number one intelligence agent without some skills.
Location.
"I have already started investigating the origins of that group of people, and I have already found out the identity of one of them. I can send you a copy of their information, but if you want to ask them for advice, you have to do it early. If you go late, you will have to collect the body.
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"What do you mean?" Ai Liang asked.
"I hired a group of people to go and get the emotional distress payment from them," Moose said.
Although there are not many bad guys left in Nevada City's black zone, that doesn't mean Moose can't sway people from other places.
As the number one intelligence dealer in Nevada City, Moose first took over the resources left behind by the former bosses, and later relied on his connections as a hermit to gain a foothold. His current network of connections is not limited to just one city.
"The people I hired arrived yesterday, but they haven't sent me a message yet, probably because they haven't succeeded yet. You may still have time."
Ai Liang said bluntly: "Send me the information you found."
Two minutes later, Ai Liang's elderly phone received a file with a person's information recorded on it.
This time Moose didn't ask for a fee. The two of them had the same interests, and they could easily sell a favor, so why not do it?
If the person you invite fails, the hermit can wipe your own butt. It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone.
As for the reason why the hermit sought advice from that group of people, Musi could also guess. He suspected that the recent rumors about the hermit were deliberately spread by that group of people.
Because except for himself, the underground forces in the entire Nevada City kept a secret about the hermit, let alone maliciously spread rumors about the hermit.
After roughly reading the information sent to him, Ai Liang frowned and asked, "Are you sure it was him who smashed up your bar?"
It wasn't that Ai Liang suspected that Mu Si was deceiving him, but that the information was too outrageous.
Wang Dafu, 39 years old, grocery store owner, grew up in an orphanage without relatives, suffers from high blood pressure and stomach problems
No matter how you look at it, this is an ordinary middle-aged man with a stout body. How can such a man smash up Moose's underground bar? Are all those gun-wielding thugs free of charge?
"There is no problem with the information. I have verified it. On the day of the incident at the bar, his grocery store was closed, and I also checked his travel records through my mobile phone." Mu Si said: "If I was not sure it was him, how could I dare to disclose this?
I’ll send you some information!”
Musi said the most cowardly words in the most arrogant tone, and he said them confidently.
But it does make sense.
Ai Liang believed that Musi would not deceive him about this kind of thing, so he wrote down the information and hung up the phone. He stuffed the clothes he changed into his backpack and hid it under the pavilion in the park, and then walked out of the park openly.