All the questions have been answered. The man behind the scenes is the police scoundrel Zhan Ziyu who was shot in the head by Liu Handong and lay in the intensive care unit for more than half a year. It is said that his brain damage caused dementia and he evaded legal sanctions!
The Zhan Ziyu in the photo is not the same as before. I don’t know whether it is the result of being shot in the head or whether he has undergone plastic surgery, but his dignified appearance remains the same as before, and even Liu Handong recognized it when he turned into ashes.
Zhan Ziyu was a policeman, brave, resourceful, and intelligent. More importantly, he had a deep hatred with Liu Handong. If it hadn't been for Liu Handong, Mayor Jin Muchen would not have stepped down so early, and his father Zhan Shusen would not have been Shuanggui.
, he himself will not pretend to be Zhao Tiezhu and hide in a mental hospital.
This guy was vicious and vicious. He had the evidence that Liu Handong had killed Ma Hongzheng. Since he had already arrived at the door of his house, it would be rude not to go in and say hello to his old acquaintance. Liu Handong made a gesture with the knife to open the door and pulled out the dagger.
came out.
This is a cold steel hunting knife. It can break hair with blowing and is extremely sharp. It is perfect for killing people. Enemies will be extremely jealous when they meet each other. If Zhan Ziyu, oh no, it is the mentally ill Zhao Tiezhu, Liu Handong will not mind sending him to the west.
, Anyway, Xiaodao is one of his own, so it doesn’t matter if he kills people in front of him.
When Xiao Dao saw Liu Handong draw his knife, he naturally understood what was going on. This kind of ward door lock was useless and could be opened with just a flick. However, when he held the door handle, his expression changed and he realized that the door was not locked at all.
There was a soft creak and the door opened. Liu Handong stepped in and saw that the quilts on the bed were neatly folded and no one was there at all.
There was no one in the bathroom, and it was impossible to hide anyone in the cupboard. The only possibility was that Zhan Ziyu didn't live here at all, but looking at the sundries on the bedside table, it was clear that the ward was occupied by someone.
Liu Handong opened the thermos bottle cap and tested the temperature. The water was hot. Zhan Ziyu must have spent the night elsewhere.
There was a computer in the room, an old Lenovo desktop. Although he judged that Zhan Ziyu could not put important evidence in this computer, Liu Handong still turned it on and checked. The hard drive of the old computer made a rattling noise, which was especially jarring late at night.
Fortunately, the floor manager was asleep and no one came to check.
As expected, there was nothing in the computer, and the keyboard was covered in dust. It was a waste of time.
Liu Handong pondered for a moment, stood up and left. Everything he had moved would be restored to its original state.
…
When Liu Handong was exploring Liubuting Mental Hospital, Song Xinxin, director of the Forensic Identification Center, was dissecting Ma Hongzheng's body.
The body of police officer Ma Hongzheng, an anti-narcotics investigator from the Qinghai Provincial Department, was lying in a stainless steel pool. His face was pale and the cement on his body had been cleaned. The crazy drug traffickers not only killed him, but also put him in a gasoline barrel, poured cement into it and threw it into the pool.
In the river, fortunately, they were not professional in what they did. The cement they used was of low grade and was poured in by the river water, so it never solidified. Otherwise, they would have to use a chisel to dig down bit by bit.
The night before, the anti-drug fighters led by Geng Zhi never stopped searching for Liu Handong. Although the mobile phone signal was missing, there were still surveillance cameras on the road. It took them a while to find the whereabouts of the drug dealer, but they were still a step too late when they arrived.
, only the remains of comrades were recovered.
Ma Hongzheng was brutally beaten before he died. His arm was broken, eight ribs were broken, and one leg was broken. But the most fatal thing was a 7.62mm Type 51 pistol bullet in the heart.
The comrades from the northwest were outside. They wanted to see their comrades for the last time. Although Song Xinxin was only a forensic doctor, she still did her best. She modified Ma Hongzheng's injured face, wiped away the blood, sewed up the chest, and gently covered it.
Apply a layer of white cloth.
Several policemen walked in, looking dusty, took off their police hats and held them in their hands, looking at the appearance of the martyrs. Among them, a third-level police officer leading the team shook hands with Song Xinxin and expressed his gratitude.
Song Xinxin handed him the forensic examination report and said coldly: "If you had been more careful, he wouldn't have died."
"Comrade, why are you talking to our chief?" the fellow police officer said angrily.
"Xiao Li!" The director stopped his subordinates and looked through the forensic evidence report with a sad expression on his face.
"After paying homage to the body, go out. It will be sent to cold storage." Song Xinxin said, still as cold as an iceberg.
Several policemen from other places spoke a few words to Ma Hongzheng in northwest dialect, vowing to avenge you, etc., and then left. They were heard muttering that Song Xinxin was too cold, how could such a woman marry?
, Song Xinxin heard it and pushed the stainless steel corpse truck away without batting an eyelid.
Late at night, Geng Zhi also did not fall asleep. He was isolated and examined. Although he was not handcuffed, everyone knew that this time the brave and invincible Geng Brigade would have to shed his skin even if he died. Because of his negligence, a fellow police officer died.
Not to mention, it was also involved in serious disciplinary violations, such as lending guns to members of the public privately, and using millions of drug funds without the approval of superiors. Some people even suspect that Gengzhi used his career convenience to act as a protective umbrella for the drug-infested Jinzun Nightclub.
In the darkness, cigarette butts flickered on and off, and the ashtray was already full of cigarette butts. What Gengzhi was thinking about was not his own future, but the progress of the case. Cai Husheng took over the command of the case. This kind of guy who loves success can only get things done.
Damn, Liu Handong has a fierce temperament, so you may not buy into his account. How can you convince Liu Handong to cooperate with the police to complete the task of destroying this extremely large drug transit base? This is an extremely difficult matter.
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At dawn, Liu Handong also made a decision. He was going to send Shu Fan to Liubuting Mental Hospital. This move was unanimously opposed by An Xin and She Xiaoqing, and they were strongly opposed.
"Are you crazy? What are you doing!" She Xiaoqing slapped the table and shouted.
"I know you must have a reason, but that kind of place is really not suitable for Xiaofan to stay." An Xin also frowned and said.
But Shu Fan was very excited. He had packed his luggage and was ready to enter Liubuting as a patient with depression.
Liu Handong said: "Don't ask for details. After a while, why don't I give you eight million?"
At the mention of eight million, She Xiaoqing's eyes flashed with golden light: "Well, how about I go for Shu Fan? I'd be professional in pretending to be crazy."
Liu Handong looked at She Xiaoqing, nodded seriously and said: "It's not impossible to consider it."
"Come on, it's more appropriate for me to go. It won't take a few days anyway." Shu Fan made the final decision.
Liu Handong said: "I'm going to do something first, and you can decide who will take action."
He was going to the electronics market to find Li Sirui, buy some electronic equipment, and ask for some hacking software. These things were common to Li Sirui, and he was exposed to all these things on a daily basis.
At noon, everything was ready, and it was Shu Fan who played the role of a depressed patient. An Xin and Liu Handong accompanied her to go through the admission procedures and paid a 10,000 yuan hospitalization deposit. Of course, they used fake identities. The hospital was not willing to accept such a wealthy family member.
The patients under their care were the most attentive and arranged for Shu Fan to be admitted to the rehabilitation ward on the fourth floor as requested. It was also a single room with a bathroom and a TV.
Room number 403, upstairs is Zhan Ziyu.
Liu Handong took the time to go to the fifth floor. This is the rehabilitation ward. Most of the patients who live here are patients with relatively mild conditions. There are no iron mesh railings and they can enter and exit freely. The door of 503 is still unlocked. Zhan Ziyu has not returned yet. After Liu Handong entered, he quickly
Open the main computer case and install a miniature camera inside the case. The lens is hidden in the headphone jack on the panel, making it difficult to find.
Eavesdropping devices are naturally indispensable. The ward is in disrepair and the walls are peeling off. White adsorption-type eavesdropping devices are hidden in the corners. Conversations in the room can be heard from downstairs.
Liu Handong was busy when he suddenly saw a car coming into the parking lot in the front yard, an Infiniti SUV. Not many mental patients drove luxury cars. He immediately ducked behind the curtains to observe. Sure enough, the driver was Zhan Ziyu. He took out his binoculars and took a closer look.
Look, Zhan Ziyu is much more haggard than before, with bald patches of hair, stooped body, and constant runny nose. No wonder Ma Hongzheng called him a slug.
When the real master arrived, Liu Handong suppressed his murderous intention, went downstairs to 403, and said to Shu Fan: "The slugs are here."
Zhan Ziyu spent last night outside. He has been very busy recently. His business is getting bigger and bigger. He often spends hundreds of millions in capital transactions. His hair has fallen out and his urine has been burnt. There is no way. People who sell methamphetamine cannot be the same as ice cream sellers.
Relaxed and leisurely, fortunately, he still has a quiet harbor to anchor in, which is Liubuting Mental Hospital.
A gun battle in the European Garden completely ruined Zhan Ziyu's future. The bullet hit his brain and he was seriously injured. He lay in bed for half a year. The doctors gave up, but his family did not give up. The foreign professor retired.
The old military doctor, country witches and wizards were all invited. Finally, a miracle occurred. Zhan Ziyu regained his sanity. Not only did he not become a fool, his IQ actually went up to a higher level than before.
The only regret is that Zhan Ziyu always has a runny nose as a sequelae of the gunshot wound. In fact, it is not a real nose, but his cerebrospinal fluid.
Although the old man of the Zhan family was cheating, his connections were still there, so Zhan Ziyu escaped the punishment of the law, disappeared from the public eye, hid in Liubuting, and became a behind-the-scenes drug lord. At the end of last year, he even got a fake identity.
Zhan Ziyu is no longer listed in the household registration, his death has been cancelled, and now the living person is Zhao Tiezhu, a forty-five-year-old mental patient with no family to care about.
He was holding a laptop in his hand and did not bring a gun. Highly intelligent criminals never use guns. Killing with a gun is the lowest level. Killing with your brain is the higher level.
What Zhan Ziyu hated most in his life was Liu Handong. He planned a hundred ways to kill Liu Handong, but after thinking about it, none of them were satisfactory and he couldn't understand his hatred. Finally, he decided to dig a hole for Liu Handong and let him be a drug dealer.
With his identity, he can be imprisoned, sentenced, sentenced to death or with a suspended death sentence. In short, he will either die unjustly or live a life worse than death.
The computer in his hand contained a video of Liu Handong forcibly killing an undercover police officer in the northwest. This was his trump card. He not only copied several copies, but also uploaded them to cloud storage. Thinking of this, he was a little excited.