Ji Bu quickly looked at Song Zijie, took out the cigarettes in his pocket and handed him one. When Song Zijie didn't answer, he lit one himself.
This was his first meeting with Song Zijie.
Song Zijie was more sophisticated and handsome than he thought, and he still had a sense of vigor in his every move.
"Who are you!"
Song Zijie glanced at Ji Bu and said with a hint of impatience in his tone: "If I guessed correctly, you are from the Brilliant Nightclub?!"
"Sir Song has a good eye, but there are some discrepancies in the information."
Ji Bu smiled and nodded, and admitted graciously: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Ji Bu, Da Lao Ji's superior."
"oh."
Song Zijie looked like this: "I thought it was who it was, but it turned out to be this white-pink online guy."
During the conversation.
He suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Ji Bu, but Ji Bu avoided him with his flexible body and opened the distance between him.
"What? Sir Song wants to recruit people to make meritorious deeds so much?!"
Ji Bu's tone was sarcastic, and he glanced sideways at Song Zijie: "I can understand your mentality, but it's wrong for you to drag me. There is no basis for it, and the police can't arrest people at will."
"Fight on the street!"
Song Zijie pounced on Ji Bu again, but Ji Bu's reaction speed was always half a minute faster than his. Every time, he could touch him but could not catch him.
"Okay."
Ji Bu didn't want to waste time with Song Zijie, and stretched out his hand to signal Song Zijie to stop: "I'm here to give you the credit for the case of the counterfeit banknote group. If you insist on it, then I will give the huge credit to others.
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"Counterfeit banknote group?!"
When Song Zijie heard this, he immediately stopped.
"Yes."
"hehe."
Song Zijie sneered: "The devil will believe what you people say!"
"I am very unhappy with Tan Cheng's behavior."
Ji Bu didn't pay attention to him, but continued talking to himself: "I have long heard that Tan Cheng was doing counterfeit banknote business, so in a rage, I directly asked people to blow up his counterfeit banknote base.
I grabbed the electrical panel by the way."
"Electric board?!"
When Song Zijie heard this, he subconsciously blurted out: "How is that possible!"
"Brother Ma."
Ji Bu clapped his hands, and Mark Li, who was sitting in the car beside him, opened the door and got out of the car and walked towards the two of them.
It was very unusual that after Mark Li saw Song Zijie, he lowered his head slightly and avoided looking directly at Song Zijie.
"It's you!"
After Song Zijie saw Mark Li, his whole expression changed and he asked coldly: "Mark Li, what are you doing here!"
He looked excited and was spitting as he spoke: "Song Zihao has been arrested. Although I haven't found any evidence to arrest you, it doesn't mean that I won't arrest you!"
"Brother Ma."
Seeing that Song Zijie was about to lose control, Ji Bu directly interrupted: "Give him the thing."
Mark Li took out the tape and electric board tucked under his arm and threw them to Song Zijie: "This is evidence related to Tan Cheng's counterfeit banknote group. With this, your case will be solved."
"What?!"
Song Zijie looked at the electronic boards and tapes that Mark Li brought to him, and his whole body froze in disbelief.
Not only did they get the electrical panel, but also other evidence?!
"Brother Xiao Ma has been lurking next to Tan Cheng. After all the hard work, he finally found the evidence."
Ji Bu explained something to Mark Li. He looked at Song Zijie who was about to reach for the electric board, but stepped forward and stood between them:
"Sir Song, I spent a lot of effort to get this thing, but I can't just give it to you directly. If you want it, I have to see some sincerity."
Mark Lee's role is to increase Song Zijie's trust. Mark Lee's appearance can make Song Zijie willing to believe that this is a real electric board.
Only in this way can he be qualified to negotiate and trade with Song Zijie.
"If there is really no problem with Big Brother Ji, I will naturally let him go."
Song Zijie looked at Ji Bu warily, always feeling that the man in front of him was a little unsafe: "I'm warning you, don't think that you can make a deal with me with these two things!"
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Ji Bu didn't argue with him: "Tan Cheng is dead. I need to go to the scene of his crime. Please take me in."
"Uh-huh."
When Song Zijie heard Ji Bu's words, his eyelids jumped and he reached out to touch the point 38 pinned to his waist.
only.
But came up empty.
"锔锔锔"
Ji Bu held the .38 in his hand, flicked the bullet bridge, and fiddled with the bullet chamber, making a clear and loud sound of gear rotation.
"you!"
Song Zijie subconsciously wanted to call someone.
"Tan Cheng's death has nothing to do with me, but don't you think Tan Cheng's death is involved in a bigger case?!"
Ji Bu stretched out his hand and pulled Song Zijie's collar, pulling him in front of him:
"Think about it, why did Tan Cheng die for no reason? The person who killed him escaped unharmed. All signs indicate that another force was involved behind this."
His eyes were sharp and he asked word for word: "Don't you think this is strange? Don't you want to continue investigating?!"
"you"
Song Zijie was reminded by Ji Bu's words: "What do you want to say?!"
"I'll go to the crime scene first."
Ji Bu once again responded to his own needs: "Only after I go to the scene to check it out will I know what the specific situation was at that time."
"Believe me, I can provide you with a lot of useful clues and information."
"Believe you?!"
Song Zijie sneered: "You don't need to worry about the shooting in the hotel. We have very professional investigators and they will investigate it."
"Take me there and I will give you the evidence of Tan Cheng's counterfeit banknote group."
Ji Bu was too lazy to talk nonsense to him: "It's that simple. Do you do it or not?"
Song Zijie looked at him without speaking.
"That's okay."
Ji Bu shouted to Mark Lee, turned around and left: "Brother Xiao Ma, let's go. It seems that Sir Song is capable on his own and doesn't need our help."
"Wait a moment!"
Song Zijie looked at the two people who were leaving and almost subconsciously stopped them.
He has been following the case of the Tan Cheng Counterfeit Banknote Group for a long time, but there has been no useful information and the case has not made much progress.
Now.
Tan Cheng is already dead, so it will be difficult to investigate further.
The evidence in Ji Bu's hands is the only key to solving the case: "I'm warning you, I can take you there, but you can't mess around!"
Although he couldn't figure out why Ji Bu wanted to go to the shooting scene, after weighing the pros and cons, he still made his own choice.
"good."
Ji Bu nodded and signaled Mark Li to hand over the evidence to him: "I'll wait for you outside and give you five minutes. You can check the authenticity of these things first."
Five minutes later.
Song Zijie walked out of the police station, and his eyes when he looked at Ji Bu and Mark Li were no longer as sharp as before.
"Wait."
He turned around and drove the car out of the parking lot. Jibra opened the door and got in. He waved to Mark Li: "Brother Xiao Ma, please go back first."
The two of them didn't talk to each other along the way.
Song Zijie drove the police car and glanced sideways at Ji Bu from time to time, carefully guarding him. Ji Bu didn't bother to talk to him.
soon.
When the police car arrived at the downstairs of the Yuandu Hotel, the two of them got out of the car and entered the elevator. Song Zijie did not forget to warn Ji Bu: "If you dare to mess around, I will shoot you to death."
"I don't care."
Ji Bu shrugged his shoulders indifferently, looking carefree.
soon.
The elevator reaches the eighteenth floor.
As soon as I reached the police line, I was stopped: "Who are you?"
"expert!"
Ji Bu shook his head coolly and said in a full tone: "Crime scene investigation expert."
"Yes."
Song Zijie nodded: "I specially asked him to come over overnight to help with the survey."
so.
Only then were the two allowed to leave.
soon.
Ji Bu followed Song Zijie into the scene of the gunfight.
"you"
Just when Song Zijie was about to speak, he saw that Ji Bu had put on his gloves and walked inside, no longer in the careless manner just now.
What he said reached his mouth and he swallowed it hard.
Ji Bu squatted on the ground, glanced at Tan Cheng, who had a dull look on his face, and knitted his brows together. Then he stood up, squinted his eyes to look at the scene, and finally landed on the bullet-riddled door in Room 1808.
Stepped over and walked over.
Song Zijie quickly followed behind him.
Ji Bu hugged his arms and rubbed his chin with his right hand, showing a thoughtful expression. He looked at the bullet-riddled door in front of him and focused on the bullet holes in the door panel.
It can be determined based on the bullet hole whether the bullet was fired from the inside or outside.
Just as he was about to reach out to touch the bullet hole, the middle-aged police officer next to him reached out and knocked him away: "What are you doing? Who asked you to touch the scene?!"
"Shut up!"
Ji Bu glanced sideways at the police officer: "I'm an expert here. Isn't it normal to inspect the scene?"
"cut."
The middle-aged police officer sneered and pointed to the sign hanging on his body: "Are you the only expert? I am the serious expert."
The title plate on his chest reads the title of Chief of the Exploration Section.
"OK."
Ji Bu didn't even look at him: "You are an expert. You have led people to search the scene for so long. Then tell me what you found."
"How did these people die? What was the fighting situation like at the scene? Where was the initial point of confrontation?!"
"Forehead"
The middle-aged police officer was confused by Ji Bu's series of questions and was unable to give an answer.
They came to the scene, but so far they have really not come up with any useful conclusions.
"If you don't understand, just get out of the way."
Ji Bu was full of momentum and waved his hand impatiently: "You are the only one who is an expert. You are about the same as an expert. Don't get in the way."
"Give me a few minutes and I will give you an accurate conclusion."
This time.
The middle-aged police officer is honest.
He looked at Ji Bu who reached out to touch the bullet hole and was thoughtful. He was really frightened and looked at Song Zijie with some uncertainty:
"Sir Song, where did you invite the experts? He is so young and talks so arrogantly? How many minutes will it take to give me a conclusion?"
"Just wait."
Song Zijie glanced at Ji Bu, who looked attentive, and followed him.
beside.
The police officers who were still at the filming scene were immediately unhappy after hearing Ji Bu say that he could come to a conclusion within a few minutes.
None of them stopped working and stared at Ji Bu with disdain. Even Song Zijie, who was accompanying him, was also thinking about him.
"Can you do it?"
Song Zijie glanced at everyone's eager gazes and felt a little guilty.
I also had convulsions.
Why did you trust this kid and bring him in?
"Don't talk."
Ji Bu stared intently at the bullet holes in the door panel, stretched out his hand to push the door, and looked at the inside of the door panel.
I stared at the bullet hole for a long time.
Ji Bu came out of the room and looked at several other rooms. The door panels of the other doors were intact.
He thought quickly in his mind and gave his preliminary judgment: "I guess Tan Cheng and the others are convinced that this group of people is in room 1808 and led people to block the door."
Ji Bu pointed to where he was standing: "This is the starting point of this gun battle. Their target at that time was 1808."
"It's just that they were originally planning to attack when the other party opened the door, but who knew that the people inside shot first, and then they started shooting back."
He looked at the blood stains remaining on the outside of the door panel and concluded that the person inside must have shot first, otherwise there wouldn't be blood stains only on the outside of the door panel but not on the inside.
"It's just that Tan Cheng and the others didn't expect that room 1808 was just a bait."
Ji Bu constructed the scene in his mind, spoke very quickly, and pointed to the room opposite and next door:
"There were people waiting for them in the other two rooms. As the gun battle started, the scene became a bit tragic."
then.
The police officers looked at each other and looked at each other for a moment.
Ji Bu's analysis was very reasonable and went straight to the point. He concluded the matter in just a few words. This made the police officers who were originally staring at the bullet holes on the corridor wall blush slightly.
"The group of people who ran away knew that Tan Cheng and others were coming."
Ji Bu looked around at the police officers who were all staring at him and concluded: "This is just a massacre."
"Okay, I'm leaving."
What Ji Bu wanted to know has been concluded and there is no longer any pause.
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It is impossible for the Eight-faced Buddha to have such good information.
He didn't know what happened tonight, and it was impossible to know the purpose of Tan Cheng's trip without meeting him. Someone must have tipped him off in advance.
