I thought I had thought of a way, which although risky, could break the situation and escape from this situation.
Now it seems that, on the contrary, it is a more dramatic addition to the already dangerous situation.
Yu Jingque wanted to laugh in his heart, a self-deprecating smile.
When following Zhang Ping to complete tasks for the organization, to be honest, Yu Jingque didn't find it that thrilling.
The only thrill was the last time I was locked up in the police station office.
Do you think it's strange or not? After what happened last time, Yu Jingque felt that his situation was never better.
Zhang Ping is dead, he is half dead, and his life is in the hands of others.
Today I am twenty-four years old.
Twenty-four years old?
Yu Jingque is in the year of his birth year.
He has been wearing red trousers for a long time, and the red belt has been tied for a while. Even now, Yu Jingque still has red trousers underneath.
"In the year of your birth year, if you violate Tai Sui, if Tai Sui sits on your head, there will be misfortune if you are not happy."
Are you blessed this year?
After recalling the past half year, Yu Jingque felt that he had no good fortune.
Is that a disaster?
Isn't this scene in front of me a disaster?
Can I survive this critical year?
Yu Jingque actually started to become superstitious. The people from the Secret Service Department searched the residential building door to door and asked very detailed questions.
Just be afraid, it's exactly what Yu Jingque thought. If Xuehu left earlier than Zhang Ping was caught, everything would be in trouble.
What's the saying?
What are you afraid of?
Just when Yu Jingque was struggling with Tai Sui in his mind, a member of the Secret Service Department ran down from upstairs, shouting: "Wan Gu Chang, we have discovered something."
"What did you find?" Wan Qun saw that this person ran down the stairs, not from the room, so he knew that he was asking about the discovery, not inside the room.
"When the man upstairs came back that night, he met the residents downstairs and saw him leaving with two boxes, so he had an impression." The person from the Secret Service said while looking at the things recorded in the notebook.
"What time?" Wan Qun's first words hit the point of life directly, making Yu Jingque's heart rise to his throat.
The man from the Secret Service looked down at his record and said, "The man upstairs said it was eight-twenty in the evening."
Eight twenty...
When Yu Jingque heard this time, he wanted to run away. He went home and called his father to run with him.
As for Ji Youning, if disaster strikes, they will fly separately, but it will be easier to die if they follow Yu Jingque.
But can I run?
There were people from the Secret Service downstairs, so Yu Jingque brought two people over.
These two people are useless at all. If Wan Qun just shouts to arrest him, Song Guangqi may not take action, but he will not help him either.
Dong Li, I'm afraid the gun is pointed at his own head.
Unable to run away, Yu Jingque smiled bitterly in his heart, but showed a feeling of doubt on the surface.
"Eight twenty?" Wan Qun's voice was also a little surprised. He obviously didn't guess that this time was interesting.
Upon hearing this, Wan Qun's first reaction was to glance at Yu Jingque next to him.
Yu Jingque could naturally feel it from the corner of his eyes. For a moment, Yu Jingque felt that his body was stiff.
The last time, Yu Jingque thought that being in the police station office was his biggest test.
Now Yu Jingque understands a truth, never draw conclusions prematurely, the biggest test is always the next time.
The fingers inserted in his trouser pocket pinched his thigh hard, but there was no response.
Doesn’t hurt?
Is this a dream? It would be great if it was a dream. Yu Jingque wished that he was dreaming now.
I'm kidding myself, it doesn't hurt because I'm so nervous that I've forgotten the pain.
Yu Jingque's fingers continued to exert force, and the flesh on his thigh was almost pinched off by him.
His breathing slowly became smoother and Wan Qun's eyes turned away. Yu Jingque cheered up. Now was not the time to give up.
"Are you sure it's eight-twenty?" Wan Qun asked the people from the Special Service Division. This time is indeed a bit suspicious.
The person from the Secret Service Department lowered his head to confirm, raised his head and said affirmatively: "Yes, I also felt strange up there, so I asked again."
"Tell him to come down." Wan Qun said.
The people from the Secret Service turned around and ran upstairs. Wan Qun went back to Xuehu's room and waited for them to come down.
Yu Jingque didn't know if he was walking strangely now, so he moved his steps into the room and waited with Wan Qun.
After a while, the person upstairs came down. He was a middle-aged man in his forties wearing pajamas and eyes.
"Have you seen the owner of this house?" Wan Qun asked.
Faced with such a scene, this man was obviously nervous. He had heard about the reputation of the Special Agent Section of the National Police Agency in this ice city.
"It's sir. When I came back, I saw him a little panicked and leaving here with two boxes." The middle-aged man replied.
"Did you say hello?" Wan Qun asked.
"No, absolutely not." The middle-aged man said with a hint of excitement.
Dare you say hello?
How can a middle-aged man not understand the identity of the owner of this house when he sees this situation? Do you have a good relationship with the anti-Manchu and anti-Japanese elements when you greet him?
Wan Qun glared at the man with dissatisfaction and said, "Don't be nervous, it has nothing to do with you. Just answer my questions honestly and you can go back to sleep."
"Yes, police officer." The middle-aged man sounded like a commander and a police officer, but Wan Qun didn't bother to pay attention.
"Aren't you familiar?" Wan Qun asked.
"Yes, he is often in the room and rarely comes out. Although they live in the same building, they are just acquaintances."
"We usually say hello to each other when we meet, but at that time he was walking in a hurry. I looked at him, but he didn't look at me, so I didn't say hello."
The middle-aged man was afraid that his expression was unclear, so he repeated it several times.
"Eight twenty?" Wan Qun asked directly.
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately and said, "Yes, eight-twenty, I remember it very clearly."
Without waiting for Wan Qun to ask, he continued: "Because that night, I had dinner with my colleagues, and they had a game at 8:30 in the evening, so I left at 8:00 and came back at 8:20."
"Why don't you go?" Wan Qun asked a seemingly unrelated topic.
In fact, Yu Jingque knew that Wan Qun's question had a profound meaning.
When studying at the police academy, Yu Jingque also learned it.
If a person tells a lie, he will rehearse the lie he is going to say countless times in his mind to ensure that he can cope with repeated questioning.
But at this time, if you suddenly ask him an off-topic question, he will appear a little incoherent. Wan Qun is now testing whether this person is telling the truth or a lie.
Hearing Wan Qun's question, the man subconsciously said: "I have a wife at home. They are going to spend the night, so I will come back first."
All men understand this meaning, so this middle-aged man did not lie. At 8:20, he really saw the person leaving here, that is, before Zhang Ping was arrested.
Yu Jingque scolded Xuehu in his heart, "What are you doing wrong? You have to run away secretly."
Just run, can you still be seen?
In fact, Xuehu is not to blame for this matter at all, Xuehu's choice was the most correct choice.
But this correctness means that Xuehu stood on his own side, and it was precisely Xuehu who stood on his own side and chose the most correct choice, which actually caused Yu Jingque to suffer.
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