The Monster I Was Redeemed

Ding dong, ding dong.

Ai Liang put down the novel in his hand and came to the door, glanced at the doorbell display, and the person who came was Shi Feng.

"Please come in."

Ai Liang took out spare slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them at the entrance.

People sit at Shi Feng at home to find the door. Although it is clear that he is here to ask if he has met with him, he has been in contact with people from the criminal police team too frequently recently.

Ai Liang recalled the past half a month, it seems that every few days he will actively or passively report to the criminal police force for various reasons.

While Shi Feng was looking at the layout of the living room, Ai Liang brought two cups of tea.

"thanks."

Shi Feng took the disposable cup and put it on the coffee table. Looking at Ai Liang, who looked a little lazy, he smiled and said, "I feel that you are much more cheerful than before."

Shi Feng didn't know Ai Liang's previous character, but when he first met, he was depressed because the girl he had confessed to died.

"Yeah, I was in a good mood before your phone call just now." Ai Liang replied.

It was obvious that he could explain things clearly in a few words on the phone, but Shi Feng had to come to the door in person, making it clear that he wanted to take the opportunity to get closer, so as to persuade himself to apply for the police academy, and perhaps he also meant to start with his parents.

Ai Liang was very clear on what Shi Feng had in mind, so he said directly: "I have an appointment with a friend today, so if you have anything, please ask as soon as possible."

Shi Feng didn't talk nonsense and directly took out the voice recorder and the three-piece law enforcement recorder.

"Did you go to the bathroom on the third floor of Yuelai Mall last night around seven o'clock?" Shi Feng picked up a pen and prepared to make a note.

"Yes."

"Have you seen this person?" Shi Feng took out the photo printed from the screenshot of the video. "His clothes are similar to yours. According to the time difference, this person came out not long after you entered the bathroom."

Ai Liang picked up the photo and looked at it carefully for a while, then shook his head and said, "I had a stomachache yesterday, and I entered the cubicle. No one was there when I entered the bathroom."

"Then have you heard any movement?" Shi Feng continued to ask without giving up: "For example, talking or other sounds."

"Yes, not long after I entered the cubicle, I heard the sound of the door closing next to me. Maybe someone went out. I don't know who it was."

Looking for someone to find the deity on the head, but I didn't recognize it, I don't lie to you and anyone.

Ai Liang continued to make up nonsense with her eyes open: "About ten minutes after I came here, I heard someone running in in a hurry, and then quickly left."

"That means you didn't see anyone the whole time?"

"Yes." Ai Liang asked without changing his face: "Yesterday you were chasing fugitives? Aren't you afraid of causing panic in such a public place?"

"That's it." Shi Feng didn't know how to introduce the hermit and could only say vaguely: "That person is very capable of anti-reconnaissance. I haven't found any news about him for five years, so we can only arrest him. Take this opportunity, but unfortunately let him run away."

"Really, it seems that his identity is not ordinary. I counted it yesterday, and there are probably dozens of people involved in the arrest." Ai Liang tentatively said: "And you all carry guns, don't you think? Is he dangerous? If so, wouldn't it be a bit rash to arrest him in a shopping mall where there is a lot of traffic? In case he takes hostages..."

Ai Liang is someone who has worked with Xia Qiyuan for a while. What annoys the detectives the most is neither the death order given by the boss to solve the case for three days, nor the lack of clues to find the suspect. Official figures like them are the most annoying. The trouble is the reporter.

Ai Liang knew this very well. Xia Qiyuan and Shi Feng could not wait to dig up the ancestral graves of the unscrupulous reporters who were blocked by the police team.

Especially those who open their mouths and keep their mouths shut in the name of public safety,

A villain who tries to dig out the inside information of the police to break the news.

The problem of yin and yang of this kind of person can drive people crazy, and you can't refute it with all kinds of big hats.

Remain silent and don't answer questions. They say that you are hiding the truth, and it is not in compliance with the rules to tell the intelligence that the police have. Moreover, the leak of some information will alert criminals and make police operations more difficult.

Xia Qi was so angry that he wanted to beat those reporters to the ground more than once. In fact, he did the same, and was suspended for a month afterward.

Now, Shi Feng was reminded of those unfriendly memories and his face was as ugly as eating a pound of cockroaches.

"He's not dangerous. It is a mandatory requirement for us to carry a gun and has nothing to do with the target of arrest. We have a reasonable arrest process..."

Shi Feng's conscience described the Hermit as a harmless intelligence dealer with important information. Looking at his depressed face, Ai Liang felt relieved.

It was the first time that he was so refreshing after being entangled for so long. If he came again in the future, he would continue to torture him in this way.

Ai Liang secretly made up his mind.

After memorizing the template for dealing with reporters dryly, Shi Feng suddenly asked, "You live alone?"

"Yes." Ai Liang answered in the affirmative.

From the layout of the living room and the arrangement of objects, it is not difficult to see how many people live here.

As a simple example, the number of pillows placed on the sofa, the water glasses in the closet, and the wear marks on the edge of the coffee table and the sofa can be inferred from the specific number of people living in the house.

The more people there are, the wider the marks of wear and tear will be. Ai Liang's sofa has only a small part of the sofa with serious wear and tear, and other places are as bright as new, obviously few people use it.

"Where are your parents?" Shi Feng asked.

"They all have their own homes." Ai Liang said coldly.

The amount of information contained in this sentence is not small. After understanding, Shi Feng immediately shut up and did not mention the relevant content.

Shi Feng originally wanted to come over and let the wind pass, but he stepped on the thunder with precision. Listening to this tone, it seemed that both parents had established a new family.

Shi Feng originally thought that Ai Liang's parents were all focused on making money, but they seldom cared about their son's life. He didn't expect that it was actually even more outrageous, and it had reached the point of separation.

It is difficult for an honest official to break up housework. Shi Feng saw that Ai Liang’s family was a bit complicated, and he didn’t know how to speak for a while. After confirming that Ai Liang had not had close contact with the hermit, he planned to pack up and leave: “Then I'm going back to the detachment first, and there are still a lot of things to wrap up."

Ai Liang nodded and sent Shi Feng to the door, then stood on the balcony and watched him drive away until he disappeared from view.

Ten minutes after Shi Feng left and confirmed that he had returned to the criminal police team, Ai Liang came to the bedroom, took out the old man machine from the mezzanine of the desk drawer, put it in his pocket, and then stuffed a set of clothes into the bag. .

The first time you bump into a shirt with a hermit in a shopping mall, no one will doubt it, but if you bump into a shirt the second time, it will be a bit intriguing. It is impossible that you two are long-lost brothers who have telepathy between each other.

The reason why I didn't prepare two sets of clothes in the Yuelai shopping mall yesterday was because the shoulder bag was too big. A boy carrying a large shoulder bag was really conspicuous.

In case the policemen at the door asked to check the package and found another set of clothes, which happened to be the clothes they were searching for, it would be very troublesome to explain, and it could not be said that they had just stolen it.

Ai Liang didn't tell anyone before going out this time, so don't worry about being questioned.

Ai Liang walked to the bathroom in a nearby park, where she completed her dressing work.

In the past few years, he basically dressed up in this park, because there is almost no surveillance in this old park, and there are very few people during the day. Only at night will there be old men and old ladies who go out for a walk.

You don't have to worry about being photographed by surveillance cameras, and you don't have to worry about witnesses. Over time, this has become a fixed location for him to disguise.

Ai Liang called Moose after changing her face and changing her face.

"It was quite a riot yesterday. If it wasn't for police pressure and you wearing a mask, you might have been recognized on the street."

Moose's voice of schadenfreude came.

Ai Liang's call wasn't just to listen to him mocking her.

"Have you found the group of people who smashed your bar?"

Not to mention, it's okay, the thought of one of his strongholds being exposed, Moose was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Why are you asking this?"

With the loss of a speakeasy, Moose's tone inevitably took on a hint of gunpowder.

Moss can only overcome his fear of hermits when he loses his money, just like Jiuzhuang and cowardly.

In fact, being smashed is not the key, at most two tables are replaced. The key is that this bar is not visible, and the group of people attracted firefighters after the fire, which directly led to the exposure of this stronghold.

You must know that in the current Neihua City, it is difficult to establish an underground base without anyone covering it.

This fire almost burned Mu Si himself. If he, like Ai Liang, never showed his true face and hid deep enough, I am afraid that Shi Feng would have invited him to drink tea by now.

"I have some questions that I would like to 'ask' from them." Ai Liang accentuated the word "ask". "They destroyed a stronghold of yours, you can't just swallow your anger and do nothing, right?"

Don't look at Mu Si's talkativeness in front of Ai Liang, even if the real big bosses have already run away, but without the ability, it is absolutely impossible to take over the resources left by those big bosses, and sit firmly in the first intelligence agent. Location.

"I have already started investigating the origins of those people, and I have already found out the identity of one of them. I can send you a copy of their information, but if you want to ask them for advice, you have to go early, and if you go late, you can only collect the corpses. "

"What do you mean?" Ai Liang asked.

"I hired a bunch of people to go to them for mental damage," Moose said.

Although there are not many stubborn stubble in the black zone of Nevada, this does not mean that Moose can't shake people from other places.

As the No. 1 intelligence dealer in Nevada City, Moose first took over the resources left by the old bosses, and then relied on the hermit's relationship to gain a firm foothold. His current network of connections is not limited to just one city.

"The people I hired arrived yesterday, but they haven't sent me a message yet. Maybe they haven't succeeded yet. You may still have time."

Ai Liang said bluntly: "Send me the information you found."

Two minutes later, Ai Liang's elderly machine received a file with a person's information recorded on it.

This time, Moose didn't ask for the fee. The two have the same interests, and they can easily sell their feelings. Why not do it?

If the person he invited misses, the hermit can wipe his butt for himself, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

As for the reason why the hermit wanted to ask the group of people for advice, Mu Si could also guess. He suspected that the recent rumors about the hermit on the road were deliberately spread by the group of people.

Because except for himself, the underground forces in the entire Nevada City are very secretive about the hermits, not to mention maliciously spreading rumors about the hermits.

After a cursory look at the information sent over, Ai Liang frowned and asked, "Are you sure he smashed your bar?"

It's not that Ai Liang suspects that Mu Si is deceiving him, but that the information is too outrageous.

Wang Dafu, thirty-nine years old, owner of a grocery store, grew up in a welfare center without relatives or reasons, suffering from high blood pressure and stomach problems...

No matter how you look at it, this is an ordinary middle-aged man with a fat body. This kind of person can actually smash Moose's speakeasy? Are all those gunmen who eat dry food!

"There is no problem with the information, I have verified it. On the day of the accident at the bar, his grocery store was closed, and I also checked his travel records through my mobile phone." Moose said: "If I am not sure it is him, how dare I put this I will send you a copy of the information!"

Mu Si said the most cowardly words in the most arrogant tone, and said it with confidence.

But it does make sense.

Ai Liang believed that Moose would not deceive himself on this kind of thing, so he wrote down the information and hung up the phone. He stuffed the changed clothes into his backpack and hid it under the pavilion in the park, and then walked out of the park openly.