Zhou Yu entered the hospital, showed his police ID, asked the front desk to get the specific room number, and also inquired about the specific casualty information.

Of the 9 people who died, it is true that only Chen Guorong himself came out alive, and the burns on his back were also very serious.

I remember that when the news was broadcast, he seemed to be an uninjured person, sitting alone, which was quite tolerable.

As we approached the ward, we could see a plainclothes man standing at the door from a distance, and a roaring sound came from inside.

"Are you mute?!"

"What a bastard are you pretending to be!"

"Nine brothers have died. How many people are their relatives, how many people are their classmates, and how many people are their sons. Are you pretending to be dead just to get over it?"

"Why are you the only one coming back?"

"How come it wasn't you who died!"

"Speak! What happened?"

...

They are all the same person's voice, the voice is so loud that it can be heard from a distance, and it seems that he has a very explosive temper.

Zhou Yu walked forward. The door was not closed. When he looked inside, there was indeed only one person standing. He was about 40 years old and had a crew cut. From what he said, he should be Chen Guorong's boss.

But as soon as he stood at the door, the plainclothes man stretched out his hand to stop him.

"O." Zhou Yu showed his ID.

The people in the room heard and saw Zhou Yu at the door. Seeing that he was a young man, they came out and said angrily: "Who asked you to come?"

"Recorder O is taking over this case. As for the others... I'm sorry, Secretary O is handling the case and it's not convenient to disclose it." Zhou Yu looked at him and said calmly.

When the visitor heard this, he became even more angry: "What's wrong with Mr. O? This is the Eastern District, and there is a Hong Kong Island Crime Squad. Who do you think you are? You asked your superiors to come and talk to me. Get out of here now."

"Brother Jun..." The plainclothes man on the side smiled sarcastically at Zhou Yu, bumped Zhao Jiajun with his arm, and whispered: "Senior Inspector."

Zhao Jiajun stared at the plain clothes, and then looked at Zhou Yu again mechanically, so young? Senior inspector?

Zhou Yu showed his ID again and asked with a smile: "Do you want my superior to come and talk to you?"

Zhao Jiajun snorted and asked with a dark face: "What's wrong with the senior inspector? I am the chief inspector, am I not qualified to talk to your boss?"

"Enough, the 40-year-old Chief Inspector is also the Chief Inspector." Zhou Yu nodded and took out the phone as if to call: "How high is the Chief Inspector? The senior inspectors of Secretary O are not qualified to investigate cases. At least they have to

Only the Chief Superintendent is qualified to talk to you."

The chief superintendent of o.com is the number one...

Although Zhao Jiajun wanted not to believe it, his reason told him to believe it.

Zhou Yu, I didn’t look carefully just now, but now I heard that he was a senior inspector from Secretary O. He was still so young and he didn’t even need to look at his ID. He guessed it right away.

Zhou Yu has the phone number of the Chief Superintendent. It seems very possible...

"What are you here for?"

His voice softened, and he thought he was just a soldier, but who knew the person who came had such a big background.

"I'm taking over this case now."

Zhou Yu put away the phone without changing his expression, and said calmly: "Don't be so angry, it won't help. To solve the case, pay attention to methods."

"Huh, don't you hate the dead duck inside that can't be opened by scalding it?" Zhao Jiajun got angry thinking about it, his bad temper came back, and his ability to speak dirty words slipped away very quickly.

"I haven't even asked yet, what do I hate?" Zhou Yu asked strangely.

Zhao Jiajun sneered: "Okay, I would like to see what kind of ability Zhou Yu from Oji has in making people talk. Is it really as powerful as the rumors say?"

"You didn't say anything?" Zhou Yu asked.

"I didn't say anything." Zhao Jiajun replied.

Zhou Yu nodded thoughtfully, entered the door, then pulled the door handle, turned around and smiled, "O is responsible for handling the case." He slammed the door shut.

Zhao Jiajun, who was outside the door and wanted to follow him in, gritted his teeth, his face in plain clothes was a little green.

On the hospital bed, Chen Guorong faced the window, lying there like a corpse, with an IV drip on his hand, and showed no reaction to Zhou Yu's entrance.

Zhou Yu's eyes swept across the room and he frowned slightly.

Empty.

With a slight cough, Zhou Yu casually pulled a chair to the window, sat down on his own, and just looked at him.

"Do you still know me?"

Chen Guorong's eyes moved slightly, full of dejection, and his lower lip moved, his voice a little dry: "How could it be you?"

"There shouldn't be anyone else besides me, except for the big speaker at the door."

Zhou Yu made a joke to liven up the atmosphere that was somewhat depressed by the loudspeaker. His eyes swept across the ward again, and he said in a playful tone: "Look, a senior inspector was seriously injured, and he didn't even have a bouquet of flowers or a fruit basket.

Your popularity is quite bad."

"What are you here for?" Chen Guorong asked a little coldly. Zhou Yu's words made him even more painful. His best subordinates, friends, and brothers were all dead.

Even my girlfriend's biological brother died.

"You have a back injury and you are not deaf. Can't you hear what is said outside the door?" Zhou Yu asked funny.

"Can't hear it."

In fact, Chen Guorong could not hear clearly, and his ears were somewhat damaged in the explosion. However, he did not say anything, and the police were anxious to ask questions, so the doctor did not examine him in detail.

Zhou Yu shrugged and took out his police card again: "Look clearly, I will take over the case in your hand now. I need to know what happened to you in the warehouse?"

Chen Guorong saw clearly the name on the card, Zhou Yu...

"Are you Zhou Yu?"

"Yes, that's me."

Chen Guorong was silent for a moment and began to speak: "We were collecting clues during the day today. My informant told me that someone had seen a group of five people coming in and out there. I led the team..."

"Wait a minute." Zhou Yu interrupted: "Informant? Is it reliable?"

Chen Guorong thought for a while: "Reliable, I have been with you for a long time."

"Well, keep talking." Zhou Yu nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

"I led the team into the factory and found that it had been deliberately modified. It was like a maze, with layers of levels. They used dummies and noise to constantly separate them and sneak attack on my team members."

"...Every time I look back, there are team members missing, but we have never found any trace of them. On the contrary, our number is getting smaller and smaller."

Chen Guorong's voice was filled with fear and a hint of crying: "It wasn't until the end that I was the only one left. I found the nine team members hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the warehouse. Everyone was dying."

"What a bunch of bastards! What a bunch of beasts!" Chen Guorong thought of that scene, and tears came out of his nose, and he cried while waving his hands and smashing the bedside table.

The door was pushed open with a bang, and Zhao Jiajun walked in and asked in surprise: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Zhou Yu said calmly.

Zhao Jiajun looked at Chen Guorong who was still smashing the cabinets, and then looked at Zhou Yu questioningly, with four words in his eyes, is this okay?

"Recorder O is handling the case, please get out." Zhou Yu remained calm.

After Zhao Jiajun heard this, he turned around and went out with a dark face, and the door closed with a loud bang.

"Stop smashing it. Those five people were still celebrating when you smashed it. Don't you want to take revenge?" Zhou Yu tried to calm down his emotions and continued to ask: "What next?"

Chen Guorong calmed down for a while and then said: "Then, five of them came out, all with masks on their faces. They said they would play a game with me, and if they win, they can save the hostages."

Zhou Yu nodded: "The loser can still participate in the resurrection match. It is indeed the way in the game world... So you lost everything? What game?"

"I lost both the gunfight and the fight. I'm sorry for them. I'm sorry for them." Chen Guorong covered his head and cried even more sadly.

"How did you lose? How much did you lose? Tell me in detail." Zhou Yu asked with a frown.

Chen Guorong choked up and said: "You may not be better than me in martial arts, but in that environment, Ben and I couldn't concentrate, and we were a little slow in setting up the gun. We lost the first time in the fight, but actually won the second time, but they

He said it was more than 30 seconds, and cut the rope to hang him...all of them died."

The referee left the field to kick the ball, which was not surprising.

"Then how did you survive?" Zhou Yu looked at him strangely.

"They didn't want to kill me. They just saw my news on TV and wanted to make me suffer and despair."

Chen Guorong said weakly: "The last game they played was to see if I could take everyone's bodies out before the countdown to the bomb ended."

Once you understand, everything in the factory will be clear.

"You have had close contact with them, so have you analyzed the gender?" Zhou Yu asked.

"Four men and one woman." Chen Guorong turned his head and looked at Zhou Yu and said with certainty.

Zhou Yu nodded, thought for a moment and asked, "One last question. Apart from the people who died, who else knows about your roundup at the factory?"

Chen Guorong was stunned: "What do you mean? Do you suspect that someone has betrayed my whereabouts?"

Zhou Yu shook his head: "Routine procedures, I never let go of any possibility."

Chen Guorong frowned and thought for a while. He didn't want to think about this from the bottom of his heart, but he still said helplessly: "Zhao Jiajun at the door, the superintendent above me, and a few team members who didn't go."
To be continued...