Although Ma Mian's strength is no longer comparable to Liu Tiejun's in the past, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Ma Mian still has a large number of gangsters who can fight and kill and have been running rampant in Haizhou for many years. This is also the infiltration method adopted by Brother Nan.

, roundabout, without direct attack reasons.

Different from Ma Mian's anger, Zhong Xiaofei's expression was indifferent, as if he had not seen Ma Mian at all, with a smile still on his lips. Under the leadership of the waiter, he walked calmly to the small hall.

Ye Muqing glared at Ma Mian fiercely and followed Zhong Xiaofei in small steps.

"Hello, Director Zhong." A sweaty man in his thirties, wearing a suit and glasses, hurriedly greeted Zhong Xiaofei.

It turned out to be the duty manager of the hotel.

Zhong Xiaofei is a regular visitor here, so he recognized him, smiled, nodded and shook hands with him.

"Oh, that's it." After shaking hands with Zhong Xiaofei, the manager on duty smiled awkwardly, rubbed his hands, and said hesitantly: "Mr. Han has been waiting for you inside for a while... But, he said, you can only bring

Two people go in."

"Hey, what do you mean? Why can we only bring two people in? How many of them are there?" Before Zhong Xiaofei could speak, Ye Muqing couldn't help but get angry.

"They... four people." The manager on duty smiled with sweat on his face. He looked at Zhong Xiaofei and then at Ye Muqing. There was more and more sweat on his face, and he was very embarrassed.

Obviously, Han Shiru gave him an order and he had to listen.

"Okay, that's fine. I don't want to bring two people. I can just bring one person." Zhong Xiaofei smiled and pointed at himself and Ye Muqing.

Why should he embarrass this little manager about his grudge with Han Shiru? And even if Han Shiru brought four bodyguards, Zhong Xiaofei was confident that he could deal with it.

"Thank you..." The manager on duty was so grateful that he almost cried.

When Zhong Xiaofei was talking to the manager on duty, he looked at him with gritted teeth and a sneer on his lips.

Then, Zhong Xiaofei whispered a few words to the security department.

Then the security manager led twelve company security guards to stay in the company corridor, and the horse-faced people occupied their respective sides, confronting each other.

Compared with the mafia gangsters, the security manager and his security guards were obviously weaker in their aura. When the two sides met their eyes, except for the security manager who dared to look back with a sneer, the other security guards lowered their heads and avoided

The eyes of the gangsters.

Compared with the gangsters who carry machetes and chop people on the street, the security guards are obviously more scrupulous and certainly less courageous.

Zhong Xiaofei did not think of this in advance. When he thought of it, the two parties were already face to face and it was too late to change it. Although this small oversight did not affect the outcome of the matter, it also caused some trouble for Zhong Xiaofei.

Zhong Xiaofei and Ye Muqing walked into the small hall under the leadership of the manager on duty.

When the hall door opened and Zhong Xiaofei and Ye Muqing walked in, Zhong Xiaofei saw Han Shiru at first sight.

There is a big table in the middle of the small hall. Han Shiru is sitting at the table. Four bodyguards wearing sunglasses and black clothes are standing under the window not far from him. Except for the table in the middle, there are other tables in the small hall.

They were all pushed aside, and Han Shiru sat alone at the table, very eye-catching.

When Zhong Xiaofei walked into the small hall, Han Shiru turned his head and looked over.

He used to have a fair, plump, pampered, round face, but suddenly lost a lot of weight in one day. His face turned blue, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth sideways, looking like he was bitter and resentful and wanted to eat people.

"Mr. Han, did you come early enough?"

Zhong Xiaofei smiled lightly, with no hostility or anger on his face. The way he smiled was no different from when he saw Han Shiru.

Han Shiru jumped up, looked at Zhong Xiaofei, and then at Ye Muqing. Seeing that their hands were empty, he gritted his teeth angrily and sneered: "You didn't bring a message, but you brought a policeman with you. What do you want to do?"

Han Shiru was deeply impressed by Ye Muqing. He once wanted to draw Ye Muqing into the entertainment industry, so he was a little nervous when he saw Ye Muqing appear.

"Don't worry, Mr. Han, she is not a police officer today, she is just here to help me as a friend." Zhong Xiaofei explained with a smile.

Han Shiru sneered: "I'm not worried! It's best to have the police, arrest you and that bitch! Where is the painting?"

"Don't be in a hurry, we have to talk first." Zhong Xiaofei smiled faintly and sat down on the other side of the table.

Ye Muqing did not sit down. She stood behind Zhong Xiaofei, walking back and forth, her beautiful eyes like stars scanning the four bodyguards in black by the window.

The four bodyguards in black stood very straight, looking cool and cold, but when Ye Muqing appeared, their eyes immediately lit up, and they all glanced at Ye Muqing.

Ye Muqing noticed it and stared back at them with wide eyes.

"Zhong Xiaofei! Let me tell you, if you don't draw today, you don't need to talk!" Zhong Xiaofei sat down, but Han Shiru didn't intend to sit down. He glared at Zhong Xiaofei angrily.

Zhong Xiaofei smiled: "Mr. Han, don't be anxious, you have to make things clear first, right?"

"What did you say?"

Han Shiru didn't listen at all. He said angrily: "That bitch Zhu Yaqiong was originally from your company. You sent her to me. Not only did you defraud me of my money, you also stole my paintings! This is not

Is it an obvious thing? What is there to say? You, you, you... you said you wanted to talk, but I thought you were still painting? It turns out you were kidding me!"

He couldn't calm down at all.

"Mr. Han, have you ever thought about another possibility? Your painting was not taken away by Zhu Yaqiong at all, but was stolen by someone else! Just when you were yelling at me, the person who really stole your painting was feeling proud.

Leave Haizhou proudly..." Zhong Xiaofei patiently analyzed calmly.

Han Shiru was stunned for a moment, and then jumped: "Impossible. Impossible!"

"How is it impossible?" Zhong Xiaofei smiled faintly: "If Zhu Yaqiong really stole your painting, she should have left Haizhou that night. How could she stupidly wait until today for you to catch her?"

Han Shiru was stunned again.

Because what Zhong Xiaofei said makes sense.

In the heat and madness, he never had a chance to calm down and think carefully, and he was determined that Zhu Yaqiong had stolen his painting! Now that he was reminded by Zhong Xiaofei, he felt a little strange.

"This is the first doubt." Zhong Xiaofei struck while the iron was hot and said the words he had prepared long ago one by one.

"The second doubt is, why did Zhu Yaqiong steal your paintings? She is an actress that you admire so much. With you, she can become a big star and the object of everyone's envy. She wants money and fame. She fawns over you.

It’s too late? How could it be?

Stealing your paintings? Of course, you can suspect that I instigated it, but what can I give her? Can I make her a big star? No, if not, why should she listen to me and take such a big risk?

, to steal your painting?"

"this……"

Han Shiru was stunned again, but he quickly counterattacked: "Because that painting is so valuable!"

"How much is it worth?" Zhong Xiaofei asked.

"Humph, in my heart it is a priceless treasure!" Han Shiru gritted his teeth.

Zhong Xiaofei smiled faintly: "In your heart, paintings are priceless treasures, but in Zhu Yaqiong's heart, stars are priceless treasures! She stole your paintings, ruined her road to stardom, and was chased by you. If you were her, what would you do?

?”

Han Shiru was stunned, his face turned green and white, and then he sat down in the chair and said insistently: "But she was the only one who went to my place last night, and she is the only one who knows my password! It wasn't her, it was

Who? No, no, no, it must be her, it’s her!”

Although he was still bitten to death, his tone was no longer as sure as before.

Because Zhong Xiaofei's analysis was very reasonable, Han Shiru was not a fool. He lost his mind because of throwing the painting. Now that Zhong Xiaofei poured two basins of cold water on him, he finally calmed down a little, and the lost reason returned a little.

So he was finally willing to sit down and talk to Zhong Xiaofei.

Ye Muqing heard all the conversation between Zhong Xiaofei and Han Shiru. Her beautiful eyes flashed and she looked at Zhong Xiaofei in surprise, with a look of nymphomaniacs.

She was a top student at the police academy, and her strengths were logic and analysis. But compared with Zhong Xiaofei, she suddenly felt that she was actually an idiot.

It's not that she is an idiot, it's just that when she is around Zhong Xiaofei, her mind is all on Zhong Xiaofei and she loses the ability to think carefully. When she is around Zhong Xiaofei, she is not a top student in the police academy, but a stupid woman who enjoys sweetness.

"This painting is so valuable, so Mr. Han, you must keep it properly. The place where you store it must be very confidential and have a password, right?"

Zhong Xiaofei began to analyze the case.

"Yes." Han Shiru gritted his teeth and nodded: "I put it in the safe, but that bitch knew the password. I told her when I drank too much."

"Even if she knows the password, Mr. Han, don't you have surveillance in your mansion? If she took the painting, wouldn't you be able to find her easily?" Zhong Xiaofei then asked.

"Of course I have surveillance at home, but there was a power outage last night. I sent someone to check this morning and found out that the wires had been cut!" Han Shiru gritted his teeth.

Zhong Xiaofei understood. It seemed that this was a premeditated case with cooperation from both inside and outside.

Han Shiru has been targeted for a long time.

Han Shiru was not unreasonable towards Zhu Yaqiong. The painting was lost last night, and Zhu Yaqiong knew the password. She happened to be at Han Shiru's house last night, and when she left, Han Shiru was still drunk. The three conditions were combined.

, Zhu Yaqiong can only be the only suspect.

Zhong Xiaofei frowned and thought, because he wanted to crack this suspicion and find evidence to free Zhu Yaqiong!

This is difficult, much more difficult than trading futures stocks.

For futures stocks, you only need to analyze a rise or fall, but this requires finding subtle evidence, and you can't see the crime scene, so you can only sit in the hotel and speculate in your mind.

The only result Zhong Xiaofei can analyze is: after Zhu Yaqiong left, someone entered Han Shiru's mansion and stole his paintings. But the question is, how did the thief know the password?
Chapter completed!