After leaving the interrogation room, Xia Qiyuan took Gao Bin back to the car.

"Have you found anything with clues?"

Xia Qiyuan asked after closing the car door and opening the shielding device.

Gao Bin narrowed his eyes a little tiredly, and he pinched his eyebrows and said, "Yes, although no trace of the 'disciple' was found, there is a more important piece of information."

When Xia Qiyuan heard this, he immediately took out a note and a recorder to prepare for recording.

This is his habit of staying when he was a detective.

"At 10:43 yesterday, a slight explosion sounded in the building. I guess this should be the death time of the 'Black Water' sub-body, and then an orange-red fire appeared at 10:45. It is very likely that the disciples opened the Hell Gate and took away the core of the Black Water sub-body."

"The electronic clock on the construction site does not contain seconds, and I should have an error of one to two seconds if I count it silently."

"Suppose that the time they passed the electronic clock was exactly ten:23, then my countdown was two minutes and 120 seconds. If the time of the electronic clock was twenty-three minutes and fifty-nine seconds, it would be twenty-four minutes immediately after they turned their heads, that would be sixty seconds."

Gao Bin expressed his own speculation.

"In other words, does the disciple's teleportation ability take sixty seconds to one hundred and twenty seconds to prepare... This is indeed a very important information."

Xia Qiyuan calculated the time, and his brows, which had been tightening, finally stretched out, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Maybe they didn't open the gate of hell at the first time for caution. In fact, disciples can open the gate of hell anytime and anywhere. Who can tell this?

Gao Bin doubted the credibility of this information.

Xia Qiyuan has been an old man who has been a criminal police officer for more than ten years. If he fools the above methods, he must have made some arrangements.

He didn't care about this: "Where did there be so much nonsense? Whoever takes this analysis seriously is stupid. It has been a week since I was sent here. I have to take out some real information to help me deliver it."

He used suspected and vague words on the notes record so that no one could try it out with his own life.

"What a bad deal? Other teams are not as anxious as you..."

"It's not because you are here."

Xia Qinian replied without raising his head.

The countermeasures bureau is not like the criminal police team.

In the criminal police team, the leaders are usually kind, but when they encounter cases, they become like a cannibalistic evil spirit, wishing you could solve the problem of eating, drinking, defecation and urinating in the detachment for 24 hours.

Whoever is sleepy, I have enough tea and coffee. If I can’t drink it to death, I will drink it to death.

If you want to give a result within three days, you must identify the suspect within three days. You must find it even if you don’t sleep for three days.

But the countermeasures are not facing ordinary criminals.

The strange power is strange and strange, and you will die if you are not careful.

Therefore, the rules for countermeasures should be much looser. As long as you are doing practical things, the superiors will generally not make things difficult for you.

Of course, except Gao Bin.

This slutty guy who loves to slut has long been familiar with the leaders. Almost every few days, the superiors will ask about the progress and knock it down.

So even if it is a little bit speculation, Xia Qiyuan will report it simultaneously.

Fortunately, Xia Qiyuan has been working in the criminal police team for so many years and has long been used to quickly advancing the case handling career, otherwise he would have been angry with Gao Bin to death if he changed his partner.

After the report email was sent, Xia Qiyuan rolled down the car window and lit a cigarette and began to suck the clouds and mist, searching for information about the disciples in his mind.

Gao Bin, who was not smoking, gave him a blank look, swallowed the gummy medicine in his mouth and poured out one from the bottle.

"Tsk, the mango flavor I hate the most can't be made into watermelon flavor."

Gao Bin chewed with disgust on his face. The cost of this candy is tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of yuan, and eating gold is just a matter of lighter.

Although Gao Bin, who is not his own, doesn't feel sorry for him at all, he will definitely be criticized by a group of people when he vomits it.

"Save a little while to eat. The people in the laboratory call you "Golden Eater Beast". I don't know how many new enzymes you need to use just for the sake of whether you match your taste."

Seeing Gao Bin taking medicine as candy, Xia Qiyuan couldn't help but remind him.

Because of this, Lao Yue often talks about it in his ears.

"I have had blood for the Asian Union, I have made contributions to the countermeasures. What's wrong with eating two candies? If you hadn't always asked me to use the ability, would I have eaten this thing?"

Gao Bin obviously had a grudge against the people in the laboratory: "As soon as the spirit recovered, he was sent to investigate the Apostles' meeting. I think they wished I would die soon."

Gao Bin's mental state has only recently returned to the safe zone.

These two days, my stomach was broken and my stomach was studied over and over again by the group of people in the laboratory.

After the research, he was sent to Qianhua Market to find the "disciple" of one of the world's bosses.

How could this be a miserable word for the slutty monster?

"Stop talking nonsense, what other people come to investigate is not sure if it is a lie woven by Thousand Faces."

Xia Qiyuan looked at Gao Bin with disgust: "If it weren't for the current Asian Union, you would have the only ability to investigate the Apostles, who would have sent the salted fish to come?"

"Hey, it's too much."

Gao Bin wanted to refute, but thinking about what he did, he couldn't find a place to refute, so he could only speak symbolically.

Xia Qiyuan sucked half of the cigarette in one breath and stuffed the cigarette butt into the cigarette butt box in the car: "Okay, the next step is the main point. Can you... hold on?"

"If you can't hold on, don't you have to go?"

Gao Bin closed his eyes as if he had accepted his fate and leaned in the passenger seat for a nap.

"I can apply to the above, at least I can delay the matter of super-sensing black water body."

Xia Qiyuan put the car key in and started the car.

"Yes, yes, you apply, and then our boss felt that he couldn't make the decision, so he applied to the superior again, and the superior decided to go through a group discussion to confirm the impact of this matter.

After confirmation, the laboratory needs to sign and agree to delay the handover of the black water sub-body. In the end, all departments agreed. The application was sent for two or three days before it was delivered. After the application was delivered, it was sent back because the application was incorrect in the format of the application. "

Gao Binsheng leaned against the seat without expectation and looked out the window.

Xia Qiyuan remained silent.

"Let's go, don't you take advantage of the time you're feeling uncomfortable at once, and you still have to wait until you recover and suffer again?"

Gao Bin urged.

"I can't hold on anymore and tell me directly. With your importance, you willful and sometimes willful, and you won't say anything above."

After Xia Qiyuan finished speaking, he drove to the funeral home in Qianhua Market.

"Come on, I don't believe it. If I were crazy, I would never find such a perfect tool again."

After Gao Bin despised the superiors as usual, he closed his eyes and did not move. He was mentally preparing for the next super feeling.

After all, the sequelae of super strangeness a few years ago was not eliminated until recently.

There is no difference between having a super-inspired look at the weirdness and playing a Russian turntable.

No one knows what the next time will be.

Mortuary.

A "corpse" lying on a folding bed, or to be precise, the outline of the human body that was pieced together.

After these dark things were sent to the funeral home, they were immediately taken over by relevant personnel. The forensic doctor took only a small piece for genetic testing and found out the identity of the deceased.
Chapter completed!