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"Ju Zhou, do you still remember who gave you these walnuts?" The phone hung up, and Ju Wang frowned and looked at Ju Zhou.

"I don't remember." Zhou Ju shook his head: "It seems that the walnuts were there when I woke up. I don't know who sent them specifically."

"That's it. It seems that it was placed in your hands when you were unconscious." Wang Ju muttered a few words and looked at Team Huang aside: "Who was here during Zhou Ju's coma?"

"Who has been here?" Team Huang was stunned for a moment, then thought for a moment and said: "Basically, they are the people in our bureau, the overall situation, you, and some of our brothers. Oh! I remembered it! Dong Peng was here. trip!"

"Dong Peng?" Hearing this familiar name again, Wang Ju even wanted to kill Dong Peng with a single shot.

Maybe Dong Peng is not the murderer, but for some reason, every incident seems to be related to him, just like blood ink, he just writes out every incident.

"Wang Bureau, could it be Dong Peng?" Zhao Feng guessed while observing the walnut chips and the monitor in his hand: "If it is Dong Peng, you have to be careful. He seems to appear in the hospital frequently recently. There may be some new goals.”

"Dong Peng..." Wang Ju did not answer directly, but lowered his head and whispered the name several times: "Dong Peng, Dong Peng, this person, I really don't know how to guess him!"

"I think we can check the receiving source of this monitor first." Director Zhou glanced at the monitor in Zhao Feng's hand: "If it is one-way, it may not be able to detect it, but if it is two-way, it may be able to receive it. The other party’s signal determines the other party’s position.”

"It's useless to have a location." Wang Bureau, however, was completely uninterested in this matter: "We have found the guy's location several times, but every time it was either an explosion or death. We even couldn't even see the guy's back. I’ve seen them all once.”

"Then we have to check it out," Director Zhou had a different view: "You can't give up just because of one or two failures. He was well prepared before, so you didn't find any clues, but no one can guarantee that he will do it every time. They are all so well prepared. Moreover, monitors are different from telephones. Most people really don’t expect their position to be exposed by this gadget.”

"Director Zhou, I agree with your point of view." Zhao Feng nodded first, confirming Director Zhou's idea, but the next moment he shook his head: "But there is no need to check this 'monitor'."

"Why?" Director Zhou looked at Zhao Feng in confusion. Since he thought he was right, shouldn't he go check it out now?

"Because this is not a monitor at all." Zhao Feng said and fiddled with the switch on the little thing twice. Soon, the "monitor" that he had turned off before turned on again. However, Zhao Feng did press it hard. .

"Stuck!" A slight voice sounded.

"This..." In everyone's surprised eyes, the monitor was broken into two halves, revealing a few wires and a small battery in the middle.

What kind of monitor is this? This is just a little red light bulb!

"What does this mean?" Wang Ju was even more confused when he saw this: "Since he has the opportunity to put things into Zhou Ju's hands, why not put something useful, a real monitor or something like that, and Are you going to put a small light bulb that looks like a monitor?"

"Perhaps, he wants us to think he is spying on us?" Zhao Feng suddenly had an idea: "Previously, Director Wang found that he seemed to be very knowledgeable about our various actions, and he also knew the contact information and identity of each of us. The information and even the current location are clear.”

"You are saying that the murderer is actually one of our own. He actually has no need to eavesdrop because he is present, and he deliberately placed such a thing to confuse the public and make us mistakenly think that the murderer obtained the information through eavesdropping. Information?" Director Wang immediately understood what Zhao Feng meant.

"Well, this will make us think that the murderer needs to use the monitor to understand our movements, and accordingly, we can clear our suspicion to a certain extent." Zhao Feng also nodded.

"I still think it's Dong Peng." Erfeng, who was standing next to Zhao Feng, disagreed with Zhao Feng's point of view: "Maybe the other party has calculated this step and deliberately used this method to sow discord?"

"Sowing discord?" Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows: "Er Feng, how powerful do you think this murderer is? What do you think I will think of?"

"It's not difficult to think of what you are thinking." Erfeng shrugged, "If you don't believe me, you can try it."

"Then I really want to give it a try." Zhao Feng thought that the city was relatively deep. Of course he was not happy to hear what Erfeng said, so he asked: "Tell me, what do I want to do now?"

"There are too many things you want to do." Erfeng shook his head: "A person can want to do several or even a dozen things at the same time. Do you want me to tell you all?"

"If you can guess one of them, you will win." Zhao Feng snorted: "Except those who have something to do with you."

"Okay, except for those who have something to do with me." Erfeng only thought for a few seconds and then continued: "You want to go to the toilet, and it's a large size."

"Huh?" Hearing this, Zhao Feng was immediately confused: "You, how did you know? Are you the roundworm in my stomach?"

"No." Er Feng shook her head: "This is actually very simple. You ate so much greasy food at noon and drank cold drinks. There is a high probability that your stomach is uncomfortable. And since just now, you have been looking at the tissues on the table. Your eyes stayed on the tissues for more than five seconds at least three times. In addition, you subconsciously like to pinch your cuffs when you are anxious. Combining these three points, you have a stomachache. Am I right?"