Chapter 164: The Boy in Red (1)

"Hey, hello."

"Yin Hui, where are you now? Come here, I'll wait for you at Nestle Cafe."

"Nestle Cafe? What happened?" Hearing Conan Doyle's hurrying voice, something must have been happening.

"Come here first, I can't explain it clearly on the phone." After saying that, Conan Doyle hung up the phone quickly, and then called and was on the phone.

It seems that he has notified several other team members.

"Hey, I've only had a few days off and I'm going to work again." He was a little depressed. He was originally going to accompany Tang Yan and Shen Feifei around Beijing City, but now it seems that there is no chance.

"By the way, where is Tang Yan and Shen Feifei?" When Yin Hui thought of the two, she realized something was wrong. Logically, according to their temperament, they must have come out to cause trouble for themselves. Why haven't they found them yet?

Looking around, when he found the figures of the two, he was so scared that he trembled all over.

Tang Yan and Shen Feifei stood in front of the garden in a daze, with a fascinated expression on their faces, and were about to climb over the iron railings and climb over the wall to enter the garden.

"Hey!" Yin Hui shouted angrily, then rushed forward, quickly bit his finger, and then pulled Shen Feifei, who had climbed up the iron railing, and pointed a red mole on his forehead. Then he gently pointed a red mole on Tang Yan's forehead.

"Ah," the two women screamed, and then woke up from the hallucination just now.

"What's wrong? What's wrong just now?" Tang Yan and Shen Feifei noticed something was wrong and asked quickly, feeling a little scared. They just saw a handsome guy with a gentle and broad big hand stroking his head, but they were scared away by Yin Hui's angrily shout. After waking up, they felt dry mouth, as if they hadn't drunk water for several days.

"It's nothing. You stick this to your body, don't be seen by others, so that the ghosts will not dare to approach you. Also, I'll have breakfast later, and then buy food for a few days and stay at home. Don't come out if you have nothing to do. Remember?"

"What's wrong with Yin Hui? Don't you go for breakfast with us?" Tang Yan asked with lingering fear.

"Conan Doyle summoned me. There must be some task. I'd better go and see it. You two must not run around or look at this garden. There is something wrong with this garden, but I don't have time to solve it now. Remember what I just told you?" Yin Hui looked at the two of them with great concern, knowing that they were sure that they nodded before leaving.

The two women were naturally curious about why Yin Hui was so in a hurry, and what made them even more curious was the magical effect of this garden. The handsome guy just now had nothing to do with his appearance or temperament, and any woman would be confused when she saw them. But it was just an illusion, an illusion.

"Let's go, let's do it according to Yin Hui's words, so as not to make any mistakes and cause trouble for Yin Hui." Although Tang Yan was a little disappointed because of Yin Hui's departure, she was not the kind of emotional person, so she did not continue to pursue that matter. She just wanted to do it according to his words so that she could ensure safety.

She believed Yin Hui's words.

"Okay." Shen Feifei followed Tang Yan to a nearby supermarket and started shopping, as if the next second was the end of the world.

When Yin Hui felt the cafe urgently, he was frightened by the scene in front of him.

It’s just a famous cafe in Beijing. On weekdays, it’s a place where celebrities come here to chat about business. Unexpectedly, it’s surrounded by layers of police wool threads. Dozens of police cars were blocked at the door, and twenty or thirty police officers maintained the discipline at the scene so as not to get in and make trouble by people watching the fun outside.

What big thing happened? So many police cars and police officers were dispatched.

"Hello, I'm from the National Security Bureau, let me in." Yin Hui walked to a gun-carrying armed policeman and spoke.

"Hello, please show your National Security Bureau license." The armed policeman asked with a serious and respectful look on his face.

"I just joined and haven't obtained the certificate yet. Please let me in first."

"Sorry, you will not be allowed to enter according to regulations until you have proved your identity." The armed policeman looked quite fair and selfless.

"Conan Doyle, let me in." He shouted loudly outside. He had no time to talk to this person because he saw that Conan Doyle had almost summoned everyone from the Seventh Group of the National Security Bureau, but he was the only one left. He just joined them, so you can't be late.

"Yin Hun..." Seeing Yin Hun outside through the bulletproof glass wall of Nestle Cafe, Conan Doyle hurried out and then signaled the armed police to let him in.

The people around were stunned: "What a joke? Conan Doyle?"

Some little boys who were watching without reason looked at the beautiful big sister in a daze when they heard the familiar name of Conan Doyle, and then turned around and asked, "Mom, why is Conan Doyle different from on TV?"

"Where is my ID? It's really troublesome to have no ID." Yin Hui complained. Indeed, there was no certificate to prove his identity, and even he himself was confused about what his identity was.

"I'll talk about this later. I've reported it to you. Your documents and weapons will not be discovered until tomorrow. I received a new emergency task at the headquarters of the National Security Bureau, so I rushed back without getting it for you, because this matter is very important."

"Very important? How important is it?" Yin Hui looked at Conan Doyle with great confusion: "It is rare to see you being so anxious."

Conan Doyle seemed to have not heard it, and seemed to be not ready to answer at all, so he sat down and signaled that Yin Hui would also sit in front of the expensive coffee table, and lined up with the rest of the team members, sitting on both sides of the table.

When Yin Hui came in just now, he looked at the scene and did not find anything unnatural. The cafe remained the same, with the tables, chairs and floors clean and orderly. Apart from a white rope hanging from the roof of the fiberglass room, no other thing was found.

He suddenly thought of the few hanging female ghosts he saw in Conan Doyle's villa. This idea was very abrupt, and he was not even prepared, as if there was some very close relationship between the two.

"Boss, now everyone is here, let's talk about what's going on?" Yanran's expression became serious now, and the sloppy expression that used to be completely gone. It seemed that he had always been so serious.

"Yeah." Conan Doyle coughed and stood up. He changed into a tight suit, neatly and clean, so that he could ensure that he could act neatly: "First of all, why did the organization ask us to handle this matter." He coughed all over, cleared his throat, and then spoke in a clean and neat throat: "In fact, this is not the first murder case. There have been several similar accidents before. The police station has not found any clues until now. Helplessly, the superiors had to classify this matter as a supernatural incident. Since it was a supernatural incident, we naturally had to intervene."

She walked around the crowd with her hands behind her back: "This is actually quite strange. First of all, the victims of these murders were all young boys of fifteen or sixteen years old, and they were all wearing fancy short skirts when they died. The most important thing was that except for the corpse, the murderer did not leave anything at the scene, which made the police unable to find the entrance point, and it was a headless murder case."

"What about the corpse at the scene?" Yin Hui first raised the question, because he knew the importance of the first scene. As a public security organ, especially when dealing with such a series of murders of habitual offenders, the first scene is very important, and no one is allowed to destroy the crime scene. However, there is nothing else except a white rope on the scene.

Now he looked at the rope carefully and it was swaying slightly in the air, as if there was a person hanging on the rope.

This is a high-end cafe with a very sealed surroundings and no wind blows in at all, but why does the hanging rope shake slightly?

He didn't know or guess, but he was puzzled.

"The body has been sent away by the police because the victim this time was an American boy, which is related to the relationship between China and the United States."

Conan Doyle's words awakened everyone.

If it weren't for the serial murder case that affected an American life, no one would have taken this case seriously, and they would not have asked the National Security Bureau to handle it.

This is the national condition, there is no way.

"If you have any opinions, let's talk about it first." Conan Doyle paced back to the table and sat down.

"I think the first thing to do is to blow up this cafe. Since we want to give an explanation to the Americans, we must first blow up the crime site and treat it as compensation for the Americans." The first thing that spoke was Sun Dong, a blasting expert who had been waiting for a long time. In this guy's mind, everything else was to deal with except explosions.

In fact, he was also angry inside, hating the unfairness of this society, why are the lives of Chinese people not as good as those of Americans?

"Sun Dong, pay attention to the occasion." Conan Doyle slapped the table and then alerted him. Her face was serious now, and her kind side was completely different from her. If someone who was not familiar with her would definitely think that she had a irritable twin sister.
Chapter completed!