Miao Zhihua squatted on the ground, chewing a cigarette, and said in a low voice: "First, we still don't know who this criminal policeman is."
"Superintendent Long is just one of the people we suspect, but we are not sure yet whether he is.
Fortunately, I kept an eye out at the time. When Superintendent Long asked me about the undercover situation, I said I didn’t go to the scene and I didn’t know.”
"Second, we are pressed for time now. I have already reported the information that I have an undercover agent. I can delay it for one day at most. One day is already the limit."
He spoke quickly and explained to Ji Bu: "When the time comes, if I still delay in confirming my undercover identity information, then this criminal police officer will wake up."
"If the criminal policeman wakes up and realizes that the person who ran away from the arrest scene is my undercover agent, then you will have completely missed the case."
He stood up from the ground and looked at Ji Bu:
"If he wants to stab you out, it's very simple. He only needs to describe it a little in the police's external news.
Or, he doesn't need to come forward at all and uses the public opinion media to report the case. As long as he clicks on the two words "undercover", you won't be able to escape."
Miao Zhihua told the truth.
If once the black policeman realizes that Ji Bu is not dead, then he only needs to mention the word undercover in the external news.
Ji Bu could no longer continue to be an undercover agent with Lin Kun.
and.
Ji Bu has already begun to get in touch with Lin Kun's core business. If Lin Kun knew that Ji Bu was an undercover agent, he would definitely kill him.
There is no doubt about it.
"Zi"
Ji Bu squatted on the ground, listening to Miao Zhihua's analysis, frowning and smoking a cigarette, his thoughts racing in his mind.
Miao Zhihua stopped talking and also frowned in silence.
"By the way, Sir Miao."
Ji Bu suddenly raised his head and looked at Miao Zhihua: "Are my brother Ali familiar with Superintendent Long?"
"Superintendent Long?"
Miao Zhihua thought for a moment and shook his head:
"Is he okay with Superintendent Long? He is an undercover agent that I personally developed. I used to tell Ali that Superintendent Long is very good to me and that Superintendent Long often helps me."
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay, just give me some time."
Ji Bu stubbed out his cigarette and stood up from the ground: "Tomorrow, at the latest this time tomorrow, I will give you an answer."
"good."
Miao Zhihua thought briefly: "Just stop contacting Lin Kun and don't show up."
"If we have no way to uncover this criminal policeman by then, I will directly announce that you have died at the scene, and we will withdraw directly."
at the moment.
There is no other way.
When things got to this point, the gangster police suddenly showed up and disrupted their plan. They had to stop if they didn't want to.
Ji Bu turned to look at him.
"I have already revealed your identity to you. When the time comes, I will help you make arrangements to go to Ao Island, Wanwan, and the mainland. Anyway, they are all provinces of our own country. You can go anywhere."
Miao Zhihua gritted his teeth and looked at Ji Bu guiltily:
"I didn't do the right thing about Ali, and I didn't do the right thing about you. I didn't investigate the mystery of Ali's death. I, Miao Zhihua, am sorry for him. Now, I don't want you to have any problems."
"Miao Sir."
Ji Bu looked at Miao Zhihua, who was speaking very fast, bared his teeth and said with a smile: "What will you do if you withdraw directly? As soon as I withdraw Lin Kun's case, it will be closed, and you will have no hope at all."
"It's not a big problem."
Miao Zhihua waved his hand nonchalantly: "The chief is just the chief, it doesn't matter. My only hope now is that you don't cause any problems again."
From his tone, Ji Bu could tell that Miao Zhihua's energy had begun to dissipate and he felt deeply frustrated.
Because he has also realized that this matter is not as simple as imagined.
Ali is an undercover agent lurking next to Lin Kun. The criminal policeman is not Lin Kun's friend.
But the black policeman was able to kill Ali without anyone noticing during one of Lin Kun's transactions. You can imagine how powerful the hand behind his back was.
This black policeman is probably just the most superficial one on the surface. He doesn't know if there is something deeper behind it.
"Okay, Sir Miao."
Ji Bu reached out and patted Miao Zhihua on the shoulder: "You have neglected your duty regarding Ali's matter, and I am not qualified to forgive you on behalf of my brother Ali."
His eyes are bright and his fighting spirit is high:
"But we still have one day, right? What we have to do now is to dig out this criminal policeman and avenge my brother!"
"good!"
Miao Zhihua looked at Ji Bu and nodded vigorously.
The two separated from the overpass and merged into the crowd.
Ji Bu got into Rolls Royce and went straight to his residence. He was not exposed yet and this place was still safe.
After returning home.
Ji Bu looked around the room and made sure that no one had touched the furnishings in the room.
He didn't listen to Miao Zhihua's advice not to contact Lin Kun, so he picked up the phone and dialed Lin Kun's number.
"Brother Kun."
Ji Bu's voice was calm: "There's something wrong with this batch of goods."
"I saw it."
Lin Kun's performance was equally calm: "What's going on?"
"have no idea."
Ji Bu shook his head: "Maybe there is something wrong with Datoujie. I don't know what happened specifically."
"How are you."
"I'm safe for now."
Ji Buyan said concisely and to the point: "I have confirmed that this matter was ordered by Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station. Give me some time and I will handle this matter."
"Okay, pay attention to yourself."
After Lin Kun finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.
This is the phone.
Brother Shan frowned and sat next to him, and said in a playful tone: "Abu's mouth is quite clever. If something goes wrong, it will happen."
"Ah Shan!"
Lin Kun scolded in a deep voice, frowning together, turning to look at Brother Shan without saying a word.
"..."
Looking at Lin Kun's expression, Brother Shan could only shrug angrily: "I'm just talking casually."
"Well said."
Lin Kun looked at him expressionlessly, his tone without any emotion: "Don't say it again next time."
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in the room.
Ji Bu was sitting on the sofa, motionless as if in trance. The cigarette held between his fingers was burning, and the green smoke was curling upwards along the cigarette butt.
After meeting Miao Zhihua, Ji Bu once again reintegrated the information he knew so far and began to simplify all the information again, peeling off the cocoons.
His brain was very active, exerting his own expertise, and his thoughts quickly began to reason and counter-reason:
preliminary judgment.
Miao Zhihua should be fine.
Secondly.
Ji Bu felt that Ali should already have evidence in his hands.
Before Ali's accident, he told Yang Kekou to verify it, and even bypassed his master Miao Zhihua.
This shows that he knows this criminal policeman, and it is certain that Ali must have evidence in his hands.
If there was no evidence, he would definitely go to his master Miao Zhihua to report and discuss it instead of bypassing his master.
In conjunction with today's events.
Miao Zhihua accidentally revealed that the arrest was related to Lin Kun's trafficking, which made the police very alert.
then.
The criminal policeman decisively chose to kill and silence him.
Ji Bu was even more certain that Ali already had evidence in his hands, and the evidence had not been obtained by the criminal police until now.
The evidence so far must still be in Ali's hands.
If the criminal police had obtained the evidence, Ali would have been solved.
So.
There was no need for him to take such a big risk and directly kill Miao Zhihua's undercover agent in a case related to Lin Kun.
besides.
This black police officer must be very familiar with Miao Zhihua.
He was very aware of Miao Zhihua's situation. As a small police chief, the only case he was responsible for now was Lin Kun's.
So when he learned that Miao Zhihua still had an undercover agent with Lin Kun, he was afraid that the two undercover agents would get angry, so he dared to be unusually decisive.
So.
The scope of the black police is also locked.
But how to find this evidence?
Ji Bu put out the cigarette in his hand, got up and started searching in the room. Ali would definitely not carry evidence like this with him.
Ali has always lived in this house. If there is evidence, he will either keep it close to him or hide it here.
only.
Ji Buzi carefully rummaged through all the places in the room that could and could not be hidden.
I searched shoes, cabinets, bed corners, refrigerators, toilet water tanks, and many other places, but still couldn't find anything.
"Oh shit."
Ji Bu searched for the impression of his brother Ali in his memory. He really couldn't think of any other place where he could hide things.
The most important thing is that he doesn't know what type of evidence this is. It could be photos, hard drives, monitors, or other forms of things.
"No, no, no."
Ji Bu shook his head: "Too passive, too passive."
but.
Even though Ji Bu searched the whole room again and still found nothing, he simply put it aside for the time being.
"Oh shit."
Ji Bu took the car keys and went downstairs. It was getting late now, so he drove to Repulse Bay.
Lu Xun once said in his unpublished article:
If you are obsessed with something and get nothing, just put it aside for a while. Maybe in a certain moment, you will suddenly understand.
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Repulse Bay.
Villa No. 6.
Ji Bu drove the car into the villa garage.
Open the door and go in.
The warm floor-to-ceiling ambient lighting in the living room is turned on.
Under warm light.
Yang Koko was covered with a thin blanket, curled up on the sofa in the living room with her arms as pillow, and fell into sleep.
In her sleep, she was sleeping soundly, and her long eyelashes trembled from time to time, which was a bit cute.
On the coffee table next to it, there is also a half-marked document.
Ji Bu put the car keys on the coffee table. He originally wanted to leave directly, but after thinking about it, he picked up the note next to him:
Coco:
Thank you for your hosting and help.
——Abu.
He tore the message written in dragon and phoenix cursive from the sticky note and posted it next to the car key.
On the sofa.
Yang Koko turned over and the thin blanket on her body slipped off.
"well"
Ji Bu bent down to pick up the blanket and covered her with it again.
At this time.
"Cuckoo"
Yang Koko's stomach made a noise.
"hehe."
Ji Bu laughed subconsciously.
Then.
She woke up.
He opened his eyes and looked at Ji Bu sitting next to him.
The two looked at each other.
"Cuckoo"
My stomach made an unsatisfactory sound again.
They both laughed at the same time.
"how?"
Ji Bu looked at Yang Koko, whose face was slightly red: "Didn't you have dinner tonight? It's only what time and I'm hungry."
"No."
Yang Koko got up from the sofa: "I'm waiting for you to come back. I was processing documents. Who knew I accidentally fell asleep."
She lifted up the thin blanket, stepped into her slippers, and walked towards the kitchen: "The ingredients are ready, just wait a moment."
She walked into the semi-open kitchen and started fucking: "If you feel bored, you can turn on the TV and watch."
"Otherwise, there are magazines nearby to pass the time. It will be quick."
Ji Bu stood up from the sofa, looked around the room and walked to the balcony, took out a cigarette and lit it:
"Do you usually live in such a big room alone?"
"Yes, didn't I tell you before, I like to be clean by myself."
The two of them chatted about each other.
soon.
The meal is out.
"Come on."
Yang Koko held the plate and put it on the table: "Here, potato braised beef. Ali likes it very much. I don't know if you like it."
She took off her cooking apron and said, "Let's start eating. Try it and see how it tastes."
"Um."
Ji Bu was really a little hungry. He twitched his index fingers when he smelled the aroma, picked up the bowl and started eating. Not to mention, the food she cooked was also quite delicious.
"I'll help you wash your hair after dinner."
Yang Koko glanced at Ji Bu's messy and bloody pieces: "Your hand is injured, and it's hard to wash it yourself."
"Um"
Ji Bu pondered for a moment.
"alright."
Yang Koko motioned for him to continue eating: "That's it. There's nothing to hesitate about."
After eating.
Yang Koko specially moved a stool for Ji Bu to sit on, put a clean bath towel around his neck, and turned on the shower faucet.
She looked at Ji Bu who was motionless and began to give instructions: "Lower your head, why are you still standing there in a daze?"
"oh."
Ji Bu obediently lowered his head.
soon.
After washing her hair, she took a towel to wipe it with him. Ji Bu reached out and took it: "I can do it myself."
Then he stood up from the stool and started wiping his hair in front of the mirror. He accidentally saw the remaining hair on his left wrist and reached out to grab it.
Maybe it was because I was holding my right hand in place that I couldn't remove the hair several times in a row.
"Why are you so persistent?"
Yang Koko happened to pass by the bathroom and saw Ji Bu's actions. She picked up the shower head again and turned on the water: "If it doesn't fall off, rinse it with water or it will fall off."
"Persistence? Rinse with water?"
Ji Bu looked at the hair washed away by the water on his wrist, took a towel to the living room, picked up the phone on the table and dialed:
"Sir Miao, I have an idea."
"Yeah?"
Miao Zhihua on the other end of the phone was shocked when he heard this: "What can I do?"
"I have found the evidence of the criminal police."
Ji Bu's words were concise and to the point, going straight to the point: "The evidence is in the house where I live."