As a relatively famous writer and "grave robber", the only advantage brought by fame and a barely handsome face is that he is recognizable.
Especially since there was a shootout a few days ago, no news was received from the outside world, but it was already spread internally that the incident was related to Mei Qian. Therefore, when the inspection was conducted, someone immediately notified the Xiadu Police Station.
It is reasonable for Zhang Yu to come so quickly.
But it doesn't matter how early he comes.
Mei Qian used the excuse that he was in constant danger of death along the way and was still nervous now to ask someone to fulfill their promise and treat him to a big meal to calm his mind before accepting questioning.
Mei Qian clinked glasses with Zhang Yu next to him and drank the drink in one gulp: "Thank you, Officer Zhang, for your hospitality."
Zhang Yu raised his cup tiredly and sighed: "I also paid for the meal I owed you. Great writer, can we get down to business as soon as possible?"
Mei Qian glanced at the clock on the wall and nodded: "Okay, since we are acquaintances, I will cooperate with you when we are full." After saying that, he shouted to the bar: "Sister, please have another hand."
mutton."
"Pfft", Li Chen, who was engrossed in eating at the side, couldn't help laughing when he heard this.
Zhang Yu glared at him angrily, but could only laugh. So the acquaintance was used to trick him, right?
This case is actually very clear. If you are forced to fight back when there is no reporting channel, it is legitimate defense no matter which country you are in.
Mr. Mei Qian, an innocent citizen, felt particularly confident when facing the police who had arrested and detained him.
Although he was procrastinating like this, he was more measured, because he knew that there was still some chance of success in applying for state compensation, and suing the Xiadu police would probably be fruitless. What he was doing now was just to express his dissatisfaction. Well, at most it was just a little bit of bad taste.
It just felt more satisfying to see these previously strong police officers in front of him unable to do anything to him.
The meal clearly exceeded the standard, but to Mei Qian's disappointment, he did not see the distressed emotion on Zhang Yu's face. He turned around and glanced at the foreign wine on the wine cabinet. When he was about to wave again, Zhang Yu pressed down
His arm: "Brother, we've finished eating, what kind of wine do you want to order?"
After some joking, the two parties took their seats in batches in the two reception rooms of the guest house.
The person who recorded it for Mei Qian was Zhang Yu.
There was tea and dried fruits on the coffee table, and the two sides talked calmly. Zhang Yu, as the official representative, spoke in a gentle tone. Strictly speaking, this was the first time that Mei Qian had "enjoyed" such high-level treatment when the two met on official matters.
"You said that after the assistant was unconscious, you grabbed a gun and killed three people? Then he was kidnapped to the lair, and you killed the last one again?" After listening to Mei Qian's story, Zhang Yu spoke in a weird way
Looking at each other with expressions.
"You also know that I am good at martial arts." Mei Qian spread his hands.
"Is this good? Just listening to your description, it sounds like a blockbuster movie."
"I was forced to do nothing. If I didn't fight back, I would have been killed long ago."
Then, Mei Qian was glad that she had made the right choice to eat first. Seeing how Zhang Yu treated his work, if he didn't fill his stomach, he might be hungry until midnight.
These policemen, especially the criminal police, have very keen senses. They can always find something that he ignored when he was drafting the manuscript before, especially the details of going to the tomb, which were questioned over and over again.
How could Mei Qian not understand its purpose? Fortunately, he had nothing to say this time. So what if Zhang Yu knew that he could crack the mechanism? I followed him last time but failed to deal with him, so what else could I expect this time?
Can we find any clues about him and Mei?
But although Mei Qian didn't intend to hide this, he subconsciously didn't want the other party to get it too easily.
So although this time was not an interrogation, the two of them were fine at first, and then unknowingly they became tit for tat, just like the dozen or so confrontations in the detention center.
One is an interrogation that reveals experience, and the other is also an interrogation that determines experience.
One pursued him closely, while the other avoided the most important and took the easy way out. They went back and forth for several rounds, and the progress was extremely slow.
Li Chen, who was taking notes for Ning Chi, had finished early, and was standing aside. At first, he was watching it as a lively event, but in the end he saw that the two of them were in a stalemate. In the end, they were in a stalemate over the issue of why Mei Qian could repel insects underground.
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Zhang Yu thought that Mei Qian must have hidden the treasure at that time, and then took it out for him to rob the tomb later. Moreover, the communication tools were confiscated, so there was no reason to leave something like anthelmintics for him that had no apparent effect.
Poisoned?
Mei Qian said that he had been searched and had not been there since he came out. He could not be wronged just because the medicine he prepared in advance also had an anthelmintic effect. No matter how Zhang Yu asked after that, he always insisted that that was it.
Then the two of them became more and more angry as they talked, and it looked like they were about to fight.
Li Chen looked at his master worriedly. He couldn't bear it any more, so he took two quick steps and handed over his notebook.
This is the next step.
The two of them avoided this problem by coincidence,
Zhang Yu changed his tone, and Mei Qian became particularly cooperative. As for the incident of being shot, Ning Chi didn't know. He estimated that if he told it, it would be regarded as a fabrication, so he didn't even mention it...
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With the help of Zhang Yu and others, the next process went extremely smoothly. On the third day, everything was ready. We set off from the border by car in the morning and arrived at the nearest civil airport at noon.
When setting off, Mei Qian noticed that Zhang Yu and his group, a middle-aged police officer with a scar on his face, had not returned. He smiled, vaguely aware of the other party's purpose, but did not care.
After a close call this time, he was finally able to go home. He was still in a state of excitement at first, but the moment he stepped out of the security gate, he suddenly paused and suddenly realized that something bad was about to happen.
The next moment, a sharp alarm sounded from the security gate behind me.
Looking back, I saw Ning Chi standing there with a confused look on his face.
Mei Qian was also stunned.
"So, I obviously took a plane when I came here, and everything was normal at that time. But after I went abroad, I got a bullet in my chest for no apparent reason, and there were no scars on the outside?" Zhang Yu started to sigh again.
"No wonder he fantasized about being shot after he was in coma. I didn't expect it to be true." Mei Qian explained dryly.
The window of the security gate showed a bullet inside the body, which was really surprising, so now everyone is doing a thorough check-up on Ning Chi at the Central Hospital.
The conclusion reached is that no matter how the bullet entered, if there is such a thing suddenly in the lungs, even if there is no discomfort for the time being, for the sake of safety, surgery must be performed as soon as possible to remove it.
That means opening the chest.
[I'm sorry, brother, I'm going to suffer another serious crime for you. I was too anxious at the time and was only focusing on saving my life. I didn't even think of this. I really didn't suspect that you were an undercover agent and deliberately didn't pull out the bullet. 】
Mei Qian smiled apologetically at Ning Chi, who was still doubting his life.
Just when a group of people were distressed and shocked by the mysterious bullets, a helicopter slowly landed at the foot of Pingfeng Mountain in the Afghan Khanate. Four men with stern expressions came down, wearing uniforms of different colors. One of them was wearing a straight police officer.
I took it, and there happened to be a conspicuous scar on the left side of my face...