Zhong Tianzheng looked at Killer Xiong who strode outside, and glanced at Ji Bu with a helpless expression:
"You said your kid really has no brains. Now that he has just come in, he has offended both the gang boss and the killer. You will not be able to survive in prison from now on."
"Brother Zheng can't help you with anything. Just ask for your blessings. When you get back to the prison cell, I'll burn a stick of incense for you first."
"Thank you Brother Zheng!"
Ji Bu rolled his eyes angrily at Zhong Tianzheng, but he didn't resist and followed the prison guards to the discipline department.
...
Discipline Department.
The prison guards took Ji Bu and left.
The room was very quiet. There was no one else. Ji Bu also fell silent. He looked at the Marlboro cigarettes on the table and was not afraid. He took them over and lit them for himself.
that's all.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, footsteps were heard outside the discipline department, and then the door opened, and a middle-aged man with a Chinese character stepped in.
After the middle-aged man came in, he kept looking at Ji Bu, looking up and down, and murmuring to himself: "It looks like it, it looks so similar."
Ji Bu felt the strange gaze of the middle-aged man and always felt a little uncomfortable.
"Ji Bu, because of intentional injury and negligence."
The middle-aged man with a Chinese-style face pulled up a stool and sat down opposite Ji Bu, and started talking directly: "You were born in Qidian Orphanage, but you have a twin brother, Ali, who grew up in the orphanage together when you were young. You two brothers have a very good relationship."
"But a few years ago, he disappeared without even saying hello."
The middle-aged man spoke very quickly and began to introduce himself: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Miao Zhihua, a police officer from Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station."
"Um."
Ji Bu was not very interested and responded with a hum through his nose.
"Your brother Ali, I actually developed him as an undercover agent, responsible for collecting evidence from a drug lord named Lin Kun."
Speaking of which.
Miao Zhihua suddenly stopped and said nothing.
"Um?"
Ji Bu couldn't help but raise his brows and looked at Miao Zhihua subconsciously: "What next?"
He had a premonition that Miao Zhihua would bring bad news.
"He died in the line of duty."
Miao Zhihua first lit a cigarette for himself, then gritted his teeth and recounted the story:
"A month ago, the drug lord's gang had a major deal. Ali handed us some, but when we arrived, we encountered strong resistance."
When Miao Zhihua arrived with his team, the group had a fierce exchange of fire with them, but Ali was not seen during the exchange of fire.
"We shot all the people involved in the transaction and found Ali tied up in the seat in the car and executed."
Miao Zhihua recalled for a moment and continued: "I can guarantee that no one knows Ali's identity. Coupled with our investigation of the people on site, we came to a conclusion:
Ali's death was not due to his identity being exposed. It was probably due to a disagreement with a leader under Lin Kun. The other party took advantage of this shipment to execute him. It just happened that Ali handed us some beforehand.
We happened to be hit by it."
Speaking of which.
Miao Zhihua sighed heavily: "I have been following this case for many years, and Ali has also worked for many years. I didn't expect that the clues would be cut off like this, and all the efforts would be in vain. I don't want to be reconciled even thinking about it!"
He reached out and stubbed out the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray: "If I have a chance, I will continue to investigate this case to the end at all costs!"
Finished.
He got up and left.
When walking to the door.
Miao Zhihua stopped where he was, turned around and looked deeply at Ji Bu again: "You and your brother are exactly the same."
"If it weren't for the fact that I knew your identity, I would have thought you were Ali!"
Finished.
He left.
After Miao Zhihua left, the prison guards outside did not come in.
Ji Bu sat on his seat, lit up a Marlboro again, squinted his eyes and started to smoke, and began to review the conversation between the two of them just now.
Miao Zhihua came in and informed him of Ali's death. As Ali's younger brother, it was normal for him to inform himself of Ali's death.
but.
Miao Zhihua not only told himself the news of the death, but also expressed his obsession with the case.
When leaving, he once again emphasized that he looked exactly like Ali.
In other words.
He and Ali look exactly the same, so Miao Zhihua had the idea to let himself continue to complete the undercover mission in Ali's place.
But why didn't he say so?
Because of my own personality.
Ji Bu's predecessor was just a bad boy, and Miao Zhihua didn't know him well, so he wouldn't bring it up rashly.
If you are not trustworthy and send people back hastily, you will completely disconnect the case and there will be no chance to continue the investigation.
so.
Miao Zhihua came here to test himself.
Being an undercover agent is a great test of the undercover officer's mind, and he must be the kind of person who is well-rounded in all aspects to be competent.
Miao Zhihua was just giving a subtle hint.
If you can't even understand this layer of ambiguity, then there is no need to let yourself go undercover. Moreover, you not only have to decipher what he means, but you also have to show him something.
"hehe."
Ji Bu thought of this and licked his dry lips: "Miao Zhihua, are you testing me and waiting for my reaction?"
Ji Bu's eyes narrowed, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he stubbed out the cigarette butt he had finished smoking in the ashtray.
Continuing the undercover mission in place of his brother Ali is his only chance to get out of prison. No matter what, he has to give it a try!
If he fails to seize this opportunity, he will remain in prison for the next ten years with no possibility of getting out.
so.
Regardless of whether his guess was true or false, or whether he overinterpreted Miao Zhihua's words and deeds, Ji Bu felt it was very necessary to respond.
You must seize any possible opportunity!
At any cost!
It didn't take long.
The prison guard came back and took Ji Bu back to the prison cell.
As soon as he entered the cell, the people in the cell immediately gathered around him and surrounded him.
"Kaizi."
Datun came to Ji Bu and looked at him carelessly: "Why did Gui Jianchou ask you to do it for no reason? You didn't say anything that shouldn't be said, right?"
When Ji Bu first went to prison, it was Datun who offended him, and he was beaten to death by Datun's gangsters.
"What are you calling me for?"
Ji Bu raised his brows and glanced at Datun coldly: "Why don't you ask me to drink coffee? You want to drink it too? Call me boss and I'll take you with me next time."
"The Yan family shovel!"
Datun's mentality suddenly exploded. He stretched out his hand and pushed Ji Bu: "Are you so fucking crazy? Didn't you beat me enough? Believe it or not, I will beat you up again. In this prison cell, I am the king!"
immediately.
Several horse boys from Datun gathered around him, looking at Ji Bu eagerly, ready to take action.
“Harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth!”
Seeing that a fight was about to start, Zhong Tianzheng immediately stood in the middle: "Datun, please don't do anything to save your face. I'll train him well later."
"Fuck, face, do you have face?"
Datun pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, spat vulgarly, and pointed at Zhong Tianzheng:
"Three days, I'll give you three more days. If you don't know how high the sky is in three days, I'll beat you up if you keep nagging me."
"Thank you, Brother Tun. Thank you, Brother Tun."
Zhong Tianzheng hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull Jipu to the big bunk beside him, and educated him speechlessly:
"Brother Bu, can I call you Brother Bu? Can you please use your magical powers?"
"What are you talking about here with Datun and others? People like us who have no backers can just squat down and endure the calm for a while, and take a step back to open up the world."
Zhong Tianzheng said in a tone of hatred that steel cannot be made into steel: "If I hadn't seen you calling me Zhengge, a man who knows how to deal with things, I would have ignored you a long time ago."
"hehe."
Ji Bu didn't say anything, licked his dry lips, and kept staring at Datun over there.
"well"
Zhong Tianzheng sighed. Seeing Ji Bu's state, he helplessly spread his hands and shook his head: "Okay, you kid, just wait and attack. Anyway, your brother Zheng can't protect you."