Lu Zheng asked, "Do you need my help? Or have you already identified the suspect but just lack the necessary evidence?"
Lin Wan shook her head and said, "We have indeed identified a few suspects, but we are not sure who the current person in charge is, and we have not obtained conclusive evidence to arrest them directly."
"In that case, I will go and see who sent the letter." Lu Zheng said, "You go back and do the appraisal. If I find anything here, I will call you."
"Like the corpse dumping case?" Lin Wan couldn't help but laugh.
"Yes, just like the corpse dumping case." Lu Zheng nodded.
Lu Zheng and Lin Wan looked at each other and smiled, then stood up together, walked out of the restaurant hand in hand, and walked to the Weizhi City Bureau not far away.
"I feel that with your participation, I no longer have the sense of accomplishment in solving the case." Lin Wan said helplessly, "If you were a police officer, the efficiency of solving the case would definitely double."
After all, ordinary criminal suspects can't counter-investigate by retaining their aura, and they can't even process their own aura, so why don't they just ask Lu Zhengyi to find the right one?
"Don't try to tempt me to become a policeman!"
"No, no company will accept you because of your attendance rate!"
The two walked back to the city bureau with a smile. Lin Wan went to work, while Lu Zheng casually unlocked a shared bicycle on the road and rode it leisurely to the southeast.
…
"Has the letter been sent?"
"Sent it out, I saw Lin Wan take the letter with my own eyes."
"Okay, we didn't kill her last time, and we can't cause another accident in a short period of time. That would be too much of a coincidence. If the driver is exposed, and we instead send them evidence, then I'll send a letter, hoping she can be more sensible.
.”
"Will she listen?"
"Huh! Akemi Takeuchi is dead. If she doesn't want to follow in the footsteps of that Japanese criminal police officer, she should learn to be smarter. We are helping the Japanese people launder money. The Japanese police officers are incompetent and they can't do anything about it themselves. What does it have to do with her?
thing?"
"That's it! That's it!"
"Okay, you go back first, be careful these days and don't expose yourself."
"Don't worry, I'm being careful."
…
An ordinary-looking middle-aged man left the office, leaving a paunchy man sitting on a swivel chair.
Playing with a pen in his hand, he pondered for a moment and thought about it, "No, this account book cannot be left here, it is still too dangerous."
He got up and went to a safe in the corner of the office. It took him a full minute to open the safe.
"This bitch is chasing me too hard. I need to hide this account book first."
The man managed to bend down and took out a ledger and several documents from the safe. He glanced at the pistol in the safe and took it out as well.
"Send it first..."
He stood up and turned around, and was about to leave when he suddenly noticed the office door opposite:
Gone!
"Wha...what?"
The fat man blinked hard and looked carefully, but there was still nothing there. The place where the office door should have been had turned into a wall.
Thinking that he was dazzled, the fat man stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, and tried to open his eyes as wide as possible again, but what he saw was still a white office wall.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The fat man's heart began to beat wildly, he felt cold all over his body, his brain was deprived of oxygen for a moment, and his mind went blank.
A flash occurred in his mind, and he suddenly turned back and looked at the window on the right.
Gone!
Still a wall!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The fat man covered his chest, put the information on the table, and then hurriedly picked up the phone and wanted to make a call.
"Hiss-hiss-"
The phone suddenly turned into a green snake and entangled itself in his hand.
"Fuck!"
The fat man threw the green snake out with a flick of his hand.
"Crack!"
The green snake fell to the ground, then curled up and spat at the fat man.
"What...what's going on?"
The fat man was covered in cold sweat and his face was pale, "Am I hallucinating?"
Although he guessed that the green snake was his cell phone, Fatty didn't have the courage to get close enough to check it. All he could think about now was leaving the office.
After bypassing the green snake and arriving at where the door should be, the fat man reached out to touch where the door handle should be.
It's flat, with white walls.
"This is the door...this is the door..."
The fat man muttered to himself, almost crying, "What on earth is going on?"
He touched for a long time, but didn't touch anything, and then anxiously ran to where the floor-to-ceiling windows should have been.
White wall! White wall! Still white wall!
The fat man knocked hard on the wall, making a "dong-dong" sound.
At the same time, Fatty felt his body getting colder and colder, so cold that he wanted to shake off.
"Help!"
"Help! Does anyone hear this?"
The fat man broke his voice and shouted loudly.
But there was no response at all, and the employees covering up outside the office didn't seem to hear the boss's shouts at all.
"Could it be...could it be..."
Fatty's mind was spinning, and he subconsciously thought of a bunch of supernatural events and...
"No way? I won't be selected into the main god space, right?"
The fat man muttered to himself, with a look of fear on his face, trembling and crying, "No, I don't want to do the task. I'm fine in my world, and I don't want to die!"
…
After a while.
"Boss, are you okay? These two policemen want to see you..."
"Put the gun down!"
After two sharp shouts, the black muzzles of the two pistols were pointed at the fat man.
The fat man opened his eyes in confusion, only to realize that he was sitting behind a large desk, with information in front of him, a mobile phone on his left, and on his right hand...
But he was holding a pistol!
"What...what's going on?"
The fat man looked up and saw where there was a white wall just now, the door of the office suddenly appeared again. His beautiful female secretary was looking at him with a look of horror, winking at him and looking at him in horror.
Pistol in hand.
In addition to the female secretary, there were two police officers pointing guns at him. Behind them was a beautiful and handsome woman, dressed smartly. She was Lin Wan, whom she had hired to send a threatening letter.
The fat man was in a daze for a moment, and suddenly he felt that the light on the right had changed. So he turned around and saw the floor-to-ceiling windows on the east side of the office reappearing, with wisps of sunlight shining in through the blinds, making the fat man feel the warmth he had not seen for a long time.
"I just... fell asleep? What just happened... was that I was dreaming?"
Fatty felt like crying but had no tears. Why did he suddenly fall asleep and have such a real nightmare?
It’s really not the right time!
The question is... Fatty still feels inexplicably cold all over. Is it because of the aftereffects of the dream just now, or because the police suddenly appeared, so his heart is cold?
The fat man felt himself shivering...
"Put the gun down!" a male policeman shouted again.
"Old...boss..."
The female secretary held the door and said tremblingly, "I...we just knocked on the door for a long time, but you didn't answer. I...I thought something happened to you..."
It’s all over!
"Crack!"
His right hand unconsciously let go, and the pistol fell on the desk. The fat man looked at the information on the surface in front of him, then looked at the pistol on the desk, and then looked at Lin Wan, trying hard to squeeze out a smile, but there was a hint of laughter in his voice.
But he cried, "Comrade police, I want to surrender!"