Hidden Assassin

Yujiang Police Department.

Put away the umbrella and quickly walk into the hallway. Ko, a policeman of his, also greeted him: “Qing Sister, didn't you hear that your mother and sister came here? I still just suspect that this place will not come to fruition at once. You don't have to come here personally. ”

“Oh, it's better to have clues than no clues.” Mu Qingqing smiled in vain, “How is it now? ”

“We found some pieces of paper from the garbage bag that we just picked up. After the collage, we thought it should be the target of the fishtop group to prepare for action. However, that piece of paper is very rough, a few pieces are missing, some places have been wet by rain again, and we are not sure yet...”

“Show me. ”

“Sister Qing, have you ever thought that Liu Zhiming was lying to us? His purpose was just to pay for the informant?” On the way to the office, Ko asked.

“Oh, you lend him the guts? ”

“But his wife was sick, the family used up all the money, borrowed everywhere, even the shark loan side borrowed, might happen to know what the fishtops were going to do, so this is deliberate. ”

“I'd rather believe it than not believe it. It's best not to have anything happen. If something really happened, it wouldn't be easy for everyone.” Walking into the big office at the end, several police officers at the table turned around and greeted them and opened their positions. On the table they were surrounded by a broken painting made up of pieces of paper, next to which was a detailed map of Yujiang City as a contrast. But...

“Are there any other fragments missing? Have you checked the crime scene? ”

“No, I also saw it on the scene. The fish heads have been away for two or three days. The wind has been blowing again for a few days. Even if they had stayed, they would have been scratched away long ago...”

“... I can't see anything this way, two intersections, no markings, there are too many places like this, although there are a few arrows...”

Muqing frowned and took a pair of rubber gloves out of the drawer: "Show me the garbage bag. ”

In the small room next door, the mess in the garbage bag had long been divided into several piles, and the smell smelled bad in the leftover meal. Although it was winter, the smell was not strong, it was also solid enough to see. Mu Qing stood there, the little stick could not stop swinging. About ten minutes later, she frowned and threw some chestnut shells at the table.

“It's the Industrial and Commercial Bank of 51st Street, they're probably going to rob the bank...”

“Uh, no way, Qing Sister, the fish heads used to be kind of lawless, but they didn't have the guts... and how do you know...”

Mu Qing has not been here for more than a year. He is either a native or immediately a criminal police captain. Although his abilities are also remarkable, many places are naturally less obedient to the public. Naturally, the person who said this means that he does not believe much. Mu Qing shrugged his shoulders, picked up the little gangster next to him and tried to restore what was on that piece of shredded paper.

“The two intersections, the building, the building, this side is bigger than this side, this is the bank. The Industrial and Commercial Bank near Yujiang was predominantly this house, and it was built when it was a very quick place for the police to go, but I know that three years ago the police station relocated, and it turned out to be a relatively dead end. Look at the arrows. It would be ideal if, after what you've done there, you run this way and prepare a car. And most importantly, these chestnut shells. ”

Muqing picked up several chestnut shells on the punch table and then paddled them on the blackboard with chalk.

“The place I live now is right here, passing by every day, this side of the bank crossing, is a market where one sells sugar and fried chestnuts, I often buy them, and you should have eaten them too. Sugar fried chestnuts, you know, although it's all year now, but it's always a little bad after fried out. I usually like to eat it. Yujiang has also tried several other places to buy this stuff, so it counts as having a say, from Jianghai to Yujiang, I'm afraid there's only one stand of sugar fried chestnuts, it's never broken, it should have been chosen when it was cut...”

This will make the audience look a little complicated. “Is this 360 lines of travel letter yuan?" said Xiao Ke.

“Well, that's true, if we eat candy fried chestnuts, of course, we throw them up, but I checked all the shells, and they didn't, even if they were lucky or the other merchants just happened to be in a bunch of perfectly good chestnuts. But there is one other thing, there is no way to coincide. This trader's knife worker is good, the incision of each knife is just right. I can't figure out how he pinched it. Eat more often and naturally discover it, like a machine. Maybe it's because... the fool would be more focused...”

“Idiot?” Someone questionably asked, and then someone said, “I hear that the brain selling sugar and scrambled chestnuts is a bit of a problem...”

“I don't know.” Mu Qing shook his head. “He is no different than a normal person if you don't talk to him much about shopping, but when it's all right, he is there to be stunned, very focused on the way things look, rarely talk to people... but this doesn't matter, that place is the temporary footing point of the fish head. At this time, most of them have already agreed to do something, they can't just hang out in the street, most likely to step on it...”

“The intersection is a match, the building size is a match, plus these chestnut shells, according to Liu Zhiming's tip, didn't you say that the fish head came back to a poor and vicious cousin? So if they really want to do something, 80% likely...”

She knocked on the blackboard with her nib, "That's it! ”

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Driving past the intersection, Muqing stopped.

The intentions of the fishheads are still merely speculation. It is difficult to be sure that they will really dare to make such a big case of bank robbery. Intelligence on the part of the informants is also somewhat unreliable and can only be done if, as she said, prevention is premature in a manner that is more credible than not credible.

Took some time to understand the situation at the bank, made a few assumptions, the weather is bad, it may snow in recent days - or tomorrow, after the heavy snow seals near the city, it will be much harder to escape and track down, and the other party will most likely choose the days before the weather gets worse. As they approached the end of the year, their tasks were also heavy, and a division of labour was arranged. A group of people thought that her mother and sister would come and rush her home, approaching 10 p.m.

Slowly driving around the streets looking at buildings, as she had previously thought, the bank would be the most valuable place for a vote. Parked at the intersection, she looked at the bank over there, and at the other end of the market, a yellow light was still on, the one selling sugar and scrambled chestnuts.

Sometimes she really admires this young man who sells candy and scrambled chestnuts —— who looks younger than she is, but it's hard to say at the exact age that maybe 21 to 29, a very common face with a shallow beard, a few clothes that look old, but not dirty, like washed over and over again until the colour is white, but can go on as long as it's not broken, it's frustrating, and the first glance should be clean, honest and introverted, and if dressed up, maybe even dressed up as a little bit of a snobby boy.

She always thought that a man her age wouldn't be spending his days guarding a caravan selling sugar and scrambled chestnuts, which of course wasn't what she thought.

Starting at the beginning of last year, she saw the appearance of this small caravan selling sugar and scrambled chestnuts. Less than 6: 00 a.m. every morning, she could see the appearance of this trolley. With the warm yellow light of the battery running on, it lit up in the street before sunrise. Until twilight rose, the vendors in the market gradually left. The light lit up again, until the people walked out. When the market was empty, he was still there. He waited until 10: 00 p.m. to close the stalls on time. Every day, the wind and rain are unstoppable.

At first she didn't feel anything, but thanks to her mouth problems and the blessings of occupational illness, she gradually noticed this little car selling candy scrambled chestnuts, 365 days a year, no matter who should have something different, or what kind of accidental obstruction, but only this little car was there every day, at least every time she passed between 6: 00 am and 10: 00 pm, this little car was always there, without exception. It's been over a year since she came here, and sometimes it feels like this little car has become some sort of constant coordinate between space and time for her.

It was as if God had placed a sign there, surrounded by people or objects, plants or buildings that would change over time, and only this little car was parked here, silently watching the dawn and night of every day. Before dawn, it lit up, waiting for the street lights to go out, the sunrise, more and more pedestrians, at dark, it was still lit there, watching the market for fewer and fewer pedestrians, gradually becoming quiet.

Of course, this idea just occasionally rises in her mind, but because of this, she often goes there to buy candy and scramble chestnuts.

However, it may also be because the man who sells candy to scramble chestnuts is a bit odd, more people say he is a fool, but unlike a typically foolish patient, if you shop with him, he is skilled in both quotes and other things, and a few simple words are completely normal. But he didn't talk to anyone else, and for more time, he sat behind the stall, frowned like he was thinking a lot, or contemplating, or remembering, and occasionally had a faint smile, and if he just looked far away, he might think he was mature, and that's why people couldn't figure out his age at all.

Mu Qingqing has been buying candy to scramble chestnuts more often. Mu Qingqing has also heard the vendor next door talk about it. On several occasions, he has spoken to the people next door as if he had returned to normal. Each time, he startled people, but after a few words, he regained his idiotic state. Others thought: Or because he is a different fool, he can scramble chestnuts so deliciously.

Anyway, it's just a candy scrambled chestnut.

Looking at the time, Mu Qing pushed the door out and then opened his umbrella and walked towards the market. The rain got a little smaller, the air got cooler, it helped her think, and it was time for the other party to close the stall, and she wanted to buy some more when the night was late, maybe say a few words, if you're lucky, and maybe meet this idiot when it's normal —— she decided to take a chance.

She didn't know, walking out of the car, that this joke-like idea, changed a lot of things after, or decided a lot of things after.

No matter how many futures we've had in our imagination, there's only one real future - the one we've chosen. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)