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"But according to you, the master was still the thief in the end. Did they compete again?" Old Liu, who was already forty, was listening attentively like a child.

"Master, how dare you compete again?" The monk shook his head: "It's just your father who doesn't want it."

"It is said that the two of them were humble to each other for a long time. In the end, the master could not refuse and accepted the title of Thief Saint."

"But the master left a message at that time: I didn't get this title of Thief Saint based on my ability. It was you who gave it to me. I can't accept it for nothing. From now on, you will be my half master. I respect you so much!”

"Later, the master asked me why my father lived so frugally. He was deeply moved when he learned that he had given all the stolen things to the poor. He immediately decided to stay with your father and become a true thief."

"Later, the enemy's warships came over."

"My father and master have joined the army?" Old Liu guessed.

"No." The monk shook his head: "But they did something more meaningful than joining the army!"

"They stole a spy list from an escort of eight hundred people!"

"What?" Old Liu was shocked: "Eight hundred people!"

Others may not know the concept of eight hundred well-trained soldiers, but Liu, who has been a soldier, knows it clearly.

A convoy of eight hundred soldiers armed with live ammunition, let alone two people, even if replaced by eight thousand ordinary people, may not be able to take it.

"Yes, eight hundred elite enemy troops." The monk nodded.

"How dare they!" Lao Liu's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You have to dare if you don't dare." The monk shook his head: "If we don't steal, the entire intelligence organization will be paralyzed, and most of the patriots who are undercover will hardly survive."

"Did they steal it?" Lao Liu, who was always calm, was actually a little nervous at this time.

Since both of them were alive later, the only thing to worry about was whether the mission was completed.

"Well, they're done." The monk pointed to the pendant in Lao Liu's hand: "These two were forged from the bullet casings taken out of their bodies. They are real medals of honor."

"How many bullets does this cost?" Old Liu swallowed.

"Master didn't say, only that he had one less than your father."

"So the master won this round."

"No." The monk shook his head: "Master lost this round again. Your father blocked that bullet for him."

…

"Ju Ju, no other clues were found."

When Lao Liu went to see the monk, Director Zhu's investigation was basically over.

"Yes." Zhu Ju nodded: "The matter is already very clear. The monk killed the boss here and then fled in fear of crime."

Director Zhu said as he opened the car door: "Let's go, let's go straight to the wanted list."

"Zhu Ju, the murder weapon and the motive..."

"Who are you? You check and I check?" Director Zhu frowned and looked at the detective in front of him: "Why do you look so unfamiliar?"

"I am……"

"Oh, I remembered! You are Xiao Sun!" Before Xiao Sun could speak, Zhu Ju suddenly realized: "It's okay, it's okay. It's a good thing to dare to question. How is your uncle's health recently?"

"Uncle, everything is fine." Xiao Sun frowned slightly: "Director Zhu, although we are not responsible for this case, is it a bit hasty to end it like this?"

Xiao Sun was just relying on his connections, otherwise who would dare to talk to Director Zhu like this?

"Oh, that's not settled yet. It will become clear when the monk is arrested and interrogated." Zhu Ju said nonchalantly.

"But what if the murderer is actually someone else present? For example, the woman who came up later, or an employee in the store?"

"Everyone is watching. The boss here has not come down since he brought the monk up. If you were the owner and brought the guests up, would you not send them out? How rude is that?"

"But this is an event, not a discussion about etiquette."

"I know, I know." Director Zhu waved his hand casually: "Don't worry, the murderer is definitely that monk, and there will be no one else."

"But……"

Xiao Sun wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Zhu Ju.

"Xiao Sun, I know you are a rigorous and serious young man, which is good, and I admire you very much."

Director Zhu first praised Xiao Sun a few words, and then changed the topic: "But we also need to be efficient in our work, and we cannot be as inefficient as some people."

Zhu Bureau's words obviously meant something, and everyone knew who the connotation was.

…

"Sneeze!" Captain Wang sneezed heavily.

"Captain Wang, are you okay? Do you have a cold?" Xiao Sun handed over a tissue.

Director Zhu had already withdrawn with his people after checking the situation, so of course he had no reason to continue to be there.

"Thank you, it's okay." Captain Wang took out a tissue and wiped his nose: "Are you saying that Director Zhu doesn't seem to want to investigate this case in depth?"

"Yeah." Xiao Sun nodded: "I feel that way."

"This is very strange." Captain Wang rubbed his forehead: "This case does not affect his interests, so he has no reason not to investigate it carefully. Could it be that the murderer is someone he knows?"

"This should not be the case." Xiao Sun recalled: "Currently, there are only five people who have time to work: the monk, the woman who reported the news, the clerk in charge of cleaning the table, and the two diners on the second floor."

"The possibility that these people can be related to Zhu Ju is too small." Without Xiao Sun's explanation, Team Wang himself ruled out this idea.

He knew Director Zhu's character. He would not get up early without profit. With these people's status, who could give him enough benefits? Almost no one, so Director Zhu should not be shielding the murderer.

"Could it be that he has a grudge against the monk?" Xiao Li thought about it from the opposite direction: "Because he wants the monk to be unlucky, so he hurriedly closed the case?"

"This possibility cannot be ruled out." Captain Wang analyzed it: "But the probability is not high."

"Why is it?"

...

"Thank you." Zhao Feng took the apple handed over by Xue Mo and thanked him politely.

Early this morning, Zhao Feng knocked on the door of Xue Mo's house under the banner of "coding together".

"You're welcome." Xue Mo replied listlessly.

"Am I here too early?" Zhao Feng asked a little embarrassedly.

"It's okay, it's okay, just a little sleepy." Xue Mo's eyes were a little hard to open, and he could clearly feel that his upper and lower eyelids wanted to be close.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't know your living habits in advance, how about you sleep a little longer?" Looking at the sleepy Xue Mo, Zhao Feng apologized, but he was very happy in his heart.

It's worth the good relationship he had built with Xue Mo in the group before, and now Xue Mo is basically no longer wary.

"It's okay, it's okay." Xue Mo took out another apple from the bag and started to peel it.

"Do you like apples very much?" Zhao Feng looked at the big bags of apples in the corner, and was really curious.