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"Li Wen found out Li Yongzhe's identity, knew that the Canadian police had been eyeing him, and because of his attitude towards Nguyen Van, he turned against members of the group, which caused a fight, and then fled to Thailand with Wu Xiuqing. Logically speaking, the two were in danger , the most important thing to do at that time was to live incognito for a few years, and wait for the situation to subside before recruiting troops and buying horses to set sail again. But what did Li ask? He went to MO to kill five members of Uncle Xin’s family within a month after fleeing HK, which shows that What?"

Lin Yue tapped Li Wen's photo vigorously: "The 'Painter' was not knocked down by the death of the members of the group at all, and he still had the courage to uphold the industry rules even when he might be exposed, which is also his gang rule."

"Listen to his confession again. What kind of person is Li Wen in it? He likes Ruan Wen so much that he doesn't hesitate to turn the woman who admires him into her appearance. How can this kind of murderous and IQ-explosive person do it for him? Can a woman who can't get it do this?"

Lin Yue still remembers what Li Wen said to the fictional Fa Ge printmaker when watching the film—I am one of the very few men who do not live for women.

"So, in order to protect a woman, the image of a man who led to the collapse of the group is in line with the identity setting of a "painter", or is the image of a hero who does not live for women in line with the identity setting of a "painter"?"

After Lin Yue finished speaking, he looked at the four people opposite him.

"To find out which part of Li Wen's statement is true and which part is false, you must first figure out what kind of person he is, and then use his thinking to solve the doubts of the case, but unfortunately, you, me, and Madam, whether it is the Canadian police or the HK police, no one really knows him."

"Actually, there are still several things that are worthy of scrutiny. For example, why did madam's lighter appear in Wu Xiuqing's hands? When I found out, there was a small note with the ship number in it. Another example is Wu Xin, who serves as a 'painter' The group has been in business for more than 20 years, why can’t you just buy an antique clock with counterfeit banknotes?”

snap~

snap~

snap~

He Weilan applauded again and again.

"No wonder the Canadian police sent you here. If the senior brother was present during the interrogation of Li Wen, maybe we wouldn't be led away by Wu Xiuqing and Li Wen."

He Weilan's address for him changed, from Mr. Lin and Police Officer Lin to Senior Brother.

The male police officer over there who was very dissatisfied with his arrival also nodded straightly. He Weilan's reasoning in the case report based on the confession, evidence, and facts was discussed in detail by everyone, and he thought it was perfect, but he didn't Thinking of it, Officer Lin from Canada just flipped through the documents on the desk and found so many suspicious things.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he did have the capital to laugh at and question them.

...

It was already evening when Lin Yue came out of the case analysis room.

The setting sun dyed half of the sky red, and the glass curtain walls of high-rise buildings seemed to be ignited.

The two of them didn't get into the car right away. Standing by the trash can at the entrance of the parking lot, Lin Yue took out two cigarettes, one for He Weilan, and the other for He Weilan to hold in his mouth.

"Thank you, brother."

She touched her trouser pocket and took out a lighter. Just as she was going to help Lin Yue light a cigarette, she suddenly found that the person opposite her took out the lighter before her.

This is not the point, the point is that the two lighters are exactly the same.

rub~ rub~

Lin Yue turned the gear, lit the lighter, and handed it to her.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that she didn't move, he couldn't help asking with a dazed look.

"Oh, nothing."

He Weilan quickly grabbed the lighter, put it back in his trouser pocket, leaned his face forward, and let Lin Yue light the cigarette for her, and then the one in his mouth.

Huh~

A cloud of smoke billowed up, obscuring the time and space in front of him.

He Weilan holds a cigarette between the index finger and middle finger of her right hand, and drags her right elbow with the back of her left hand, enjoying the relaxing moments of the day.

Closing work, sunset, a cigarette, they are indispensable adjustments in her life.

"Brother."

"Um?"

"You look like a person."

"Is it?"

He Weilan quickly denied it again: "No, you are not like him, at least..."

She didn't finish the rest of the sentence, because she didn't want to say that Lin Yue gave her a strong sense of oppression when he was concentrating on his work, and she was not so unbearable even when facing the director.

Lin Yue smiled, but did not speak.

"Brother, do you have reservations about what you said above...?"

Lin Yue glanced at her: "Why do you say that?"

"Because if HK sends me to perform missions in other countries, I should have a certain degree of wariness when facing the local police, and I will not trust the other party without reservation."

"That's right." Lin Yue lit the ashes in front of the cigarette, looked at the assault vehicles coming in and out of the gate, and said, "There are too many doubts in this case. A person who can deceive you with stories and acting skills will not be able to handle it." His own team? The father of the 'painter' died eight years ago due to internal strife in the team. He didn't learn his lesson. He was almost killed by his own people in the Tsim Sha Tsui Hotel. After he managed to escape, he was betrayed by his own woman. He confessed It is said that his father said that all the men who achieve great things are because of women, so the 'painter' must have heard the saying that beauty is trouble."

"The strong desire to survive made him bow his head to beg Wu Xiuqing's forgiveness. What's next? Why don't you play tricks? Last year, she was able to report him to the Thai police for using counterfeit banknotes because he insisted on finding Ruan Wen. After this incident, he Why didn't you learn from the pain and reflect deeply? Why did Wu Xiuqing take away your lighter? Then, before the police saw it sooner or later, you detonated the yacht? There were too many coincidences in the whole process."

"One coincidence is a coincidence, two coincidences are a coincidence, and three coincidences are not necessarily a coincidence."

He Weilan turned sideways.

"Brother, you mean... this may be a trap carefully planned by them? But why?"

Lin Yue shook his head: "I don't know why, so I have to investigate."

He Weilan said: "I asked someone to collect biological samples from the corpse for DNA testing. The dead are indeed Li Wen and Wu Xiuqing."

Lin Yue took a puff of cigarette: "But you have no direct evidence to prove that Li Wen is a 'painter'."

He Weilan felt that he was leading him into a ditch, and the originally clear chain became a mess.

When the cigarette burned down to the filter tip, Lin Yue threw it into the trash can and walked towards He Weilan's car. At this time, an assault car drove in from the entrance. The face of the driving officer.

No. 28818, Wu Zhihui, the driver of the New Territories Branch, the unlucky boy who was framed as a "painter" by Li Wen.

"What are you looking at?" He Weilan, who had already entered the cockpit, looked down at him.

"It's nothing." Lin Yue opened the car door and got into the co-pilot.

"Brother, don't you need to be jet-lagged?" He Weilan chatted with him while driving.

Lin Yue said: "I'm a person who can't sleep if I pretend to be something in my heart."

nonsense.

Police officer Lin never drafted nonsense.

For people who only need three or four hours of sleep a day, do you need to fight jet lag?

"Brother, it's getting late, do you want to eat something first?"

"OK."

"It's your first time in HK, how about I take you to eat beef brisket noodles?"

"Nine Tales of Central?"

"right."

"Let's go to the Pai stall on Jishili Street next door."

"Brother, is this really your first time in HK?"

"Oh, I talked to my friend before I came here. He said that Jiuji has too many diners and the attitude of the waiters is very bad. The Shuiji beef brisket at the stall next to Jishili Street is much better."

He Weilan looked at him a few more times, but said nothing, followed Lin Yue's advice and drove to Jishili Street.

After more than half an hour, after dinner, He Weilan sent him downstairs to the hotel.

Lin Yue didn't get out of the car immediately, and asked her for her home phone number, then took out a photo from his suit pocket and handed it over.

"I figured, you need it more than I do."

He Weilan took a look, her expression changed.

The photo was taken in front of the RCMP headquarters in Ottawa. The person inside looked sideways at the camera, as if he was being stopped while walking, and was captured by the camera when he turned his head.

It was Li Yongzhe, the man who broke into her heart last year.

"How do you..."

"How do I know?" Lin Yue opened the car door: "As a foreign police officer on an undercover mission, how can a local female police officer ignore discipline and willingly help him?"

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that I bought my lighter with Yong Zhe in Ottawa's Chinatown. When he officially joined the Royal Mounted Police, he ate Cantonese food at night."

He Weilan stared out of the window in a daze, Lin Yue walked further and further away, and was finally covered by the flow of people passing by the hotel entrance.

Why can't you hide anything from him?

She had obviously restrained herself and written the case report without any personal feelings, but in the end he still found out the emotions between the lines.

He Weilan sat in the car for a long time, finally shook her head, put the photo in the storage box, and drove away from the hotel.

Four hours later, she just took a shower and was about to go to bed when she suddenly received a call.

A man's voice came from the phone, very familiar: "Inspector He Weilan?"

"I am."

"Lin Yue."

"Brother, why are you calling so late?"

"Can I trust you?"

He Weilan pondered for a moment: "Of course."

"Do me two favors."

"What's the matter, tell me."

"Help me find out Ruan Wen's whereabouts and find out where she is now. I think...she should have left you a contact number."

"good."

"What about the second one?"

Thanks to Tian Taibai for the reward of 1000 starting coins, Xiang from his hometown for the reward of 500 starting coins, Liling watching glasses brother and Wu Liang's bookworm for the 100 starting coins.