Psychic

Fangallo answered the policeman's questions slowly, one word at a time, without boredom and confusion at all.He thought he would stay in the Public Security Bureau for a long time, and accompany these policemen to play the word game of your attack and defense, but it was only over an hour, and the inquiry was over.

"Mr. Fan, you can go after filling out this form. Please do not leave Beijing without permission before your suspicion is eliminated." Zhuang Zhen handed over a form.He had long guessed that Fangallo could not find any problems here, otherwise this person would not take the initiative to come to the Public Security Bureau to cooperate with the investigation.Regardless of what the police asked, he was able to obliterate everything with just one "coincidence". Without definitive evidence, it would be useless even if he was kept in the public security bureau, and he would be allowed to leave after 24 hours.

"Okay." Fangalo took the pen and filled in the content completely.

The policewoman in charge of the transcript stretched her neck to look, her eyes suddenly glared bigger than the bronze bell.She did not expect that the legendary Vangaro, who did n’t learn and did not know how to do it, actually wrote good characters like clouds and flowing water, and dragons and phoenixes. He also used special characters in traditional Chinese characters. Level.

"Police officer, is this all right?" Fangallo passed the completed form with his mobile phone number and address on it, so that the police could communicate at any time.

Zhuang Zhen took the incredible form with a beautiful handwriting, with a somewhat surprised expression, and then nodded: "You can go."

"Could you please send me to the parking lot in person?" Fangallo asked with a smile, and then looked at the policewoman with a red cheek. The tone was very soft: "Also, can you lend me an umbrella?"

Zhuang Zhen gave a faint whisper, and the policewoman quickly said: "I just bought an umbrella today, the courier just delivered it, rain and sun protection. You are waiting, I will get it for you." After more than a minute, I ran back again, holding a very beautiful umbrella in my hand. The umbrella handle was stained with a little paper scraps and pieces of plastic packaging. It seemed to have just been removed from the package.

Fangallo took the umbrella and smiled very sincerely: "Thank you, you really helped a lot. In the future I will buy a better one and give it back to you. The umbrella is very beautiful and your vision is really good." He is very polite Nodding his head, the white porcelain fingertips took away the paper scraps and plastic fragments one by one, and threw them into the trash can. Every move was elegant and gentleman.

Faced with him like this, the policewoman couldn't remember the black material on the Internet, and there was no way to relate the words "murderer" to him.Zhuang Zhen was completely unconfused by his peaceful appearance, knocked on the door of the interrogation room, and urged: "Mr. Fan, I will send you out."

"Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you!" Fangallo bowed down again and again, smiled softly at the policewoman, and then left slowly.

The policewoman was taken away by his charming smile, and she could only stand blankly, watching him and the boss go down the stairs.A young male police officer walked out of the monitoring room next door and bumped her on the shoulder. He said sourly: "Return to the soul! People have already left!"

"I'm seeing what happened. Wouldn't it be okay to have a temperament?" The policewoman rolled her eyes.

"You still have sentimentality, don't you see it? It's a standard dude, dude cream beam, exactly the same as written on the Internet. It's sunny, it's spring, the temperature is not too low, it's very comfortable, it doesn't need sun protection , What umbrella did he borrow? It ’s not that you look pretty and want to soak you up! You ’re all in the police station, he ’s so courageous! I ’ll go check his whereabouts last night, be sure to grab him Handle! "Said the male police officer with a vow.

The policewoman ignored him at all, walked to the window, stretched her neck to look down, and then her eyes could not be opened with the flashing light.But I didn't know when it started, there were a lot of journalists and Gao Yize's fans gathered outside.Because the sound insulation of the interrogation room was too strong, she heard nothing.

"No wonder Vangallo asked the boss to escort him to the parking lot." The policewoman whispered, and before the words fell, he saw Vangallo and Zhuang Zhen coming out of the first floor gate.

"Oh, be careful!" The policewoman had a broad view, and found that several fans were hiding in the green belt at the gate. They were about to smash some rotten eggs and quickly issued a warning.

Zhuang Zhen was very alert, and his skill was very good. He found the foreign body hit almost instantly. The first reaction was to dodge, realizing that there was Van Gogh standing beside him, and reached out to block it.Within a second of his movements, Fangallo had opened the umbrella, blocking himself and the tall police officer, so there were a few muffled noises, and the rotten eggs hit the umbrella without falling. Lethality.

This one-stop process can be called a seamless connection, as if it were not a sneak attack, but a farce that has been rehearsed by both parties.Zhuang Zhen thoughtfully glanced at Van Gogh, the man's reaction was even faster than that of his special soldier.

One blow failed, and those crazy fans wanted to make trouble again, but were stopped by the police who hurried over.Mo said that Van Gogh is not currently a criminal. Even if he is, the police are obliged to protect his personal safety.

Zhuang Zhen firmly guarded Van Gogh on his side, striding towards the parking lot around his shoulders, but Van Gogh did not worry at all. Instead, he raised his head and smiled at the policewoman standing by the window on the second floor. , Saying "thank you" with a mouthless voice.

The policewoman murmured her hot cheeks: "So he borrowed an umbrella from me for this!" After a few seconds, he was startled again: "Oh, not right! How did he know that someone would smash him with a rotten egg?"

Also looking at the lively male police officer on the second floor, sneered: "It's a routine operation in the entertainment industry to be smashed with black powder and stinking eggs or even dropping feces? Are you prepared?"

The policewoman felt reasonable and put her doubts aside, but recalling the soft and bright smile of Fangallo, she still blushed and heartbeated.People in the entertainment circle are really different from ordinary people, temperament and value are too foul!

Zhuang Zhen was really able to fight, only one person blocked the thousands of troops outside, whether it is a reporter or a black powder, he was blocked by his iron arm grid.He pulled the door of the car, tucked the suspect in, closed the door tightly, grasped a black powder wrist that had suddenly been attacked, cut his back, pressed it to the ground, put his knee against his back, and wore handcuffs. This series of actions was like The set program is incredibly smooth.He was so strong that he could cope with all unexpected situations with his eyes closed.

Fangallo stepped on the accelerator and quickly left the public security bureau. When turning back, he glanced back, his expression very interesting.In his vision, Zhuang Zhen had copied the black powder that suddenly attacked into the bureau, and the appearance of cold heart and cold face scared a bunch of people.

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Zhuang Zhen accused a troubled fan of assaulting the police, and the rest of the fans stopped.Dealing with the pile of mess outside the door, and coping with the reporter's inquiries, he returned to the office and asked Shen Sheng: "Has Fangallo's absence certificate been checked?"

"Boss, this is the surveillance video we brought back from the Paterson Club. I checked it. From 7:30 to 9:30 last night, Van Gogh really did drink there." A police officer pointed to the computer screen.

Zhuang Zhen nodded unexpectedly: "Well, I guessed it. Continue to check his recent whereabouts, especially the bank account. Although his absence certificate is established, it does not mean that he is not suspect. People like him , Killing a person does not need to be done by hand. In addition, send two people to monitor for 24 hours to see if he is in contact with suspicious people. Based on the painting alone, he is our key investigation object, I do n’t believe it There is such a bizarre coincidence in the world. "

"Good boss." The police officer bowed his head and promised, and then began to investigate the status of Van Gogh's financial transactions.

At present, there is not much evidence in the task force, because there is no monitoring equipment installed on the top floor of the building, and the monitoring of the elevator and staircases shows that on the day and the days before the incident, no one else went up except Gao Yize. Ever.In other words, no one knows exactly what Gao Yize encountered, and the identity of the murderer cannot be traced. The only certainty is that Van Gogh is the biggest suspect and breakthrough in this case.

Zhuang Zhen turned the computer screen over and watched the surveillance video of the Patterson Club in person.

The policewoman who took the transcript before hesitantly said: "Boss, the account of Van Gogh has been completely frozen by the Van Gogh. Where does he have the money to buy fierce? I think we can develop other ideas, do n’t just stare Fangallo went to check it by himself, maybe it would be better to start with the experience of the deceased? "

"The only thing frozen is the account on the bright side, he may have a secret account. But you are right, we can start with multiple lines, which is more efficient. You and Ronaldinho go to check the social relationship of Gao Yize Later, we will hold a meeting and sort out the case. "Zhuang Zhen agreed with his subordinates' views and then put his mind back into the surveillance video.

The young man sat lazily by the bar, with one hand supporting the forehead and one hand turning the glass, with a very lazy expression.He was extremely quiet and patient. He sat for several hours. Some people talked to him during the meeting, and some people tried to invite him to have fun, but he was politely rejected.As soon as nine o'clock arrived, he immediately put down his glass and left, as if to spend a sum of money to make a daze.When he walked to the door, he suddenly looked up at the monitor and showed a gorgeous smile.

Zhuang Zhen froze for a moment before pressing the pause button, staring at the smile for a long time.His instincts were very sharp, so he was sure that Van Gogh at that time was no accidental glance. Instead, he deliberately passed the camera and traversed the barrier of time and space, staring at himself now.In other words, he may know that the police will come to find his absence certificate, so he has already prepared.

Zhuang Zhen's dark eyebrows twisted fiercely, and read Fangallo's last smile many times, and finally determined that he was the police who came to take evidence in provocation.

It is also the first time Zhuang Zhen has seen such an arrogant suspect.He walked to the combing board with a sullen face, highlighting the name of Fangallo with a red pen.This person knew in advance that Gao Yize would be killed, and had already prepared the absence certificate, his suspicion was the biggest!This is definitely a case!

Fangallo returned to the apartment, soaked himself in the icy ice water, and took out his mobile phone to look at the movement on the Internet, his expression was light and smooth.The news that he appeared in the police station was really covered by the media. At present, the case has not been publicly discussed, but the netizens have already determined that he is the murderer of Gao Yize, and clamored for him to fall into law.Others tried to find his hiding place and lynched him.

These hateful words and vicious curses seemed to be some jokes, which seriously pleased Van Gogh.He chuckled softly, then opened his Weibo account and poked the next line slowly with his fingertips-the second one.