I am a super cop

Chapter 1269
"Mask?" Hearing Gu Chen's words, Xi Mu squinted his eyes immediately, hesitated again and again, but said incredulously: "The appearance looks quite similar. I do have some of these masks in my warehouse."

"It was the day when I was young, the town asked me to help with the purchase."

"Are these masks from your warehouse?" Officer Wang asked.

Xi Mu fell silent suddenly, as if he was also thinking.

The old man couldn't wait to say: "Xi Mu, you just take the police comrades and go to the warehouse to have a look, won't it make it clear?"

"It's not a question of whether to look at it or not." Xi Mu had an embarrassed expression, and he had to explain: "It's just that those masks are useless after they are used up."

"A junk collector came over a few years ago, and I sold it without any hassle."

"What?"

"sold?"

"Didn't you buy it for the town? How could you sell it privately? Did the town agree?"

Including Police Officer Wang, Uncle Zhao was also quite surprised.

Knowing that he was ashamed, Xi Mu also said weakly: "This... you are not unaware of the activities in this town. Every time the materials are used once, there will be a lot of damage."

"I think these masks have been used this year, and I don't think they will be needed in the next year."

"I thought it would be better to sell it as scrap than to take up space in the warehouse. There happened to be an old man who collected scraps who was interested, so..."

"That's the property of the public." Uncle Zhao was angry.

It feels like Xi Mu is selling the public goods and putting the banknotes into his pocket.

You must know that people of the old man's age are extremely sensitive to public and private things.

Now that Xi Mu came out like this, Uncle Zhao was rather disappointed.

"It's just some masks, what's the big deal? I didn't sell them for much money, or..."

After pondering for two seconds, Xi Mu said again: "Why don't I just hand over the money, and it can be calculated according to the loss of materials."

"You, you, I really don't know what to say about you." The old man suddenly looked embarrassed when he saw that he led the police to escape.

Gu Chen took a step forward and asked, "Is there not a single mask in the warehouse?"

"It should be gone." Xi Mu shook his head.

"Then do you remember where the old man who bought the mask lived?" Gu Chen asked again.

"This... seems to be a bit of an impression, you wait." Xi Mu was a little confused, so he could only calm down and think again.

You know, the police suddenly investigated late at night.

Moreover, he was still investigating the matter of the mask before, which made Xi Mu unprepared for a while.

It was also after a long time of contemplation at the scene that Xi Mu finally said, "I remembered."

"Hurry up." Uncle Zhao asked.

Xi Mu took a deep breath and murmured, "If I remember correctly, he is also from our town, and he lives in the town by the river."

"Is it the place around the corner?" Hearing what Xi Mu said, Uncle Zhao also seemed to think of something.

Xi Mu quickly nodded: "Yes, yes, there is a lonely old man just around the corner, isn't there?"

"There is nothing to rely on at home. He is alone, and he usually collects waste for a living."

"Don't underestimate him." Seeing Xi Mu's eloquent talk, Uncle Zhao looked serious: "I know that person. Although he is just an old man who buys scraps, he has plenty of money."

"A rich man?" Officer Wang expressed his confusion, and asked with a light smile, "Master, the old man who collects waste products you mentioned, he collects waste wool products even if he is rich? Isn't it good to enjoy life at home?"

"It's not the same." Uncle Zhao waved his hands, and said with a serious face: "I'm afraid that I will get sick in my spare time."

"This old man who buys waste, you only need to go to his house to see how rich he is."

"Anyway, the small western-style building with the compound in his family's house is all earned by him buying scraps over the years."

Thinking of this, the old man didn't write any ink, and directly suggested: "Why don't I take you there again?"

"Then it's your fault."

Feeling that the old man is still warm-hearted, Gu Chen naturally expressed his gratitude.

The old man waved his hand and said involuntarily: "Anyway, if you don't find out the murderer tonight, I won't be able to sleep, so I might as well help you."

"Murderer?" Hearing the words of several people, Xi Mu was a little puzzled: "Old Zhao, what are you talking about about the murderer?"

"You don't know? You don't know about the commotion tonight?" Uncle Zhao glanced at Xi Mu, quite curious.

Xi Mu shook his head: "I went to bed early tonight, so I don't know what's going on outside."

"If you hadn't knocked on my door, I would still be dreaming."

"Excuse me." Seeing that everyone disturbed Xi Mu's sleep, Gu Chen also apologized: "I am sorry for the inconvenience caused to you."

"As for the masks, do you remember how many were purchased in total? How many were sold?"

"It should be 200, because I purchased them." Xi Mu said.

When Gu Chen heard the words, he also nodded silently.

This is almost consistent with the number collected by everyone at the scene.

It can be seen that Xi Mu did not lie.

After bidding farewell to Xi Mu, everyone followed Mr. Zhao from the supermarket and continued walking towards the end of the town.

After more than ten minutes, we came to a corner by a small river.

At this moment, a small western-style building with a luxurious courtyard stands in front of everyone.

There are rockery and fountains in the yard, which looks very classy.

However, the entire Western-style building, except for a street lamp at the entrance of the courtyard, the whole house was pitch black.

It is completely inversely proportional to the brightness of the road.

Uncle Zhao and Gu Chen explained: "I am not very familiar with this family, but I have seen it before."

"The old man's wife passed away many years ago, and he only had one son. I heard that he died in a car accident a few years ago."

"Now, although he is rich, he is lonely and has no one to take care of him. I guess after his death, this house will probably be distributed to those relatives."

"It's a pity." Lu Weiwei shook her head and said with regret: "You said that in this life, you have laid down so many assets, and in the end you don't even have an heir."

"And those relatives, didn't they pick up ready-made ones?"

"Isn't it? That's it, those relatives rarely come to see him, anyway, he's a poor old man."

Looking up at the western-style building, Uncle Zhao said again: "Let me knock on the door."

"Tuk Tuk Tuk Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

The continuous knocking on the door broke the tranquility of the night.

Immediately aroused the movement of many Chinese pastoral dogs around.

Perhaps because of hearing someone outside, the door of Xiaoyanglou was opened with a "squeak".

A tall and thin old man in pajamas slowly walked out of the door and asked, "Who is it?"

"I'm Lao Zhao from the supermarket." Uncle Zhao said.

"Old Zhao?" After hesitating for two seconds, the old man in the yard finally said, "Oh, you run a supermarket at the other end of town?"

"Yes, you remember? You often come to my place to buy things."

It's easy to see people remembering themselves.

But the old man in the yard also noticed Gu Chen and the others at the same time, and was immediately puzzled, and hurriedly asked, "Then who are these?"

"I'm Gu Chen, the captain of the Criminal Investigation Team of the Furong Branch. We came to you because we need to check with you."

Gu Chen didn't even bother, and cut straight to the point, clicked on the phone's photo album and said, "Someone said you bought these masks, right?"

"Let me take a look." The old man in the courtyard squinted his eyes and nodded silently: "Yes, it feels quite artistic, like buying it for collection."

"Art? You know art too?" Lu Weiwei was quite surprised when she heard this.

It's not because of other reasons, but mainly because the old man's occupation is to buy waste products, so he belongs to the lowest-level laborers.

Laborers are mostly concerned about material life, and they don't seem to pay so much attention to spiritual and cultural aspects.

The old man in the yard also grinned when he heard the words: "When people are old, they like some weird things."

"I saw those masks. When I was young, many people wore them for activities. It was more festive, so...so I wanted to buy them as art collections."

"Then do you still have those masks?" Gu Chen asked.

The old man nodded silently: "Yes, do you want to see it?"

"If it's possible... I think so." Gu Chen nodded silently.

When the old man heard Gu Chen's words, there was a subtle change in his gaze.

These are all seen by Gu Chen.

So the old man opened the gate of the courtyard and let everyone in.

Walking beside the old man, Gu Chen also took the initiative to ask, "I still don't know your name?"

"He Wenqiang." The old man said.

"Uncle He, do you usually live here alone?" Gu Chen asked again.

He Wenqiang nodded silently: "There is no one at home, and I am alone."

"Don't you keep pets? Pets are the most human." Lu Weiwei said jokingly.

He Wenqiang grinned: "Why do you keep that thing? I had a dog before and it was stolen, so I didn't bother to keep it anymore. It's actually good to be alone."

During the conversation, everyone followed the old man He Wenqiang into the gate.

As soon as the lights were turned on, everyone was amazed.

All kinds of luxurious decorations add a lot of high-end atmosphere to this small western-style building.

If it wasn't in Hedong Township, it would be a boutique.

He Wenqiang took the initiative to explain to everyone: "I live on the second floor, and the first floor is mainly for sundries. The mask is placed in this small room at the door of the backyard."

While speaking, He Wenqiang directly used the key inserted in the door lock to open the door.

However, in the next second, He Wenqiang's expression turned pale with shock.

"How could this be?" Looking at the messy room in front of him, He Wenqiang couldn't believe it: "Someone came to my room, and all the masks are gone."

"What? Missing?" Hearing He Wenqiang's resignation, Uncle Zhao hurriedly stepped forward and said with regret, "This...is this mask a treasure? It was stolen again?"

"It can't be such a coincidence, can it?" Lu Weiwei has experienced too much today, and she can't believe that she will be a step late.

He Wenqiang also said with horror on his face: "This... there are obvious signs that someone has tampered with this room."

Glancing back at Gu Chen, He Wenqiang also complained and said, "It was fine before this, comrade policeman, what do you think we should do?"

"Don't worry." Gu Chen didn't make a decision right away in the face of the mess in the room.

Instead, check the various furnishings in the house repeatedly.

In an instant, Gu Chen blinked twice, and quickly let himself use his master-level imagination to instantly freeze the objects on the scene.

Soon, Gu Chen used brainstorming to instantly restore all items to their original positions in the transparent virtual space.

All kinds of dazzling items all returned to their places in an instant.

What Gu Chen saw was completely different from everyone else.

The site is clean and tidy.

Seeing this, Gu Chen probably knew what was going on, so he blinked twice again, and suddenly a rainbow flashed before his eyes, and the transparent virtual space no longer existed.

"Junior Brother Gu, what are you doing?" Seeing Gu Chen's strange expression, Lu Weiwei asked curiously.

"It's nothing, Senior Sister Lu, hurry up and take a picture of the scene, the more detailed the better." Gu Chen said.

"Okay, that's the only way to go first." Lu Weiwei, who was a little lost, could only pick up her phone and start to take pictures of all the messy situations in the room one by one.

After being busy for a while, Lu Weiwei came to Gu Chen's side and nodded affirmatively: "It's done."

"Very good." Gu Chen took a deep breath, turned to look at He Wenqiang, and asked, "Uncle He, do you have any friends who often come to your house?"

"No." He Wenqiang shook his head and said, "Didn't I tell you? I live alone at home, and those relatives rarely come here."

"Then has your house ever been burglarized?" Gu Chen asked again.

He Wenqiang pondered for a moment, but nodded silently: "I raised a dog before, mainly to guard the house, but it was stolen by someone later, does that count?"

"Well, that's okay, what about other things?" Gu Chen asked again.

He Wenqiang shook his head: "No other than that."

"That's weird." Gu Chen smiled lightly, walked to a corner, held one of the seemingly exquisite objects in his hand, and shook his head: "This kind of thing, just one of them is worth several dollars." A hundred dollars? It’s better than stealing a mask.”

"Oh, right." Thinking of this, Gu Chen quickly turned his head and asked He Wenqiang, "You bought this mask from Xi Mu who manages the warehouse, right?"

"Yes." He Wenqiang nodded.

"Then how much is the purchase price? Is it convenient to disclose?" Gu Chen asked again.

"Uh...it seems to be... two yuan each, I bought it according to the price of the object."

"Then what if we buy them as waste products?" Police Officer Wang asked.

He Wenqiang shook his head: "Then it's worthless, and the waste products are sold by the catty."

"That is to say, thieves don't steal such valuable things, but specifically steal masks that cost two yuan from your house?" Gu Chen asked.

He Wenqiang scratched his head and said involuntarily, "How do I know what's going on? I don't know why the thief stole this."

"Hurry up and see, what other places in the house have been stolen." Gu Chen didn't continue to ask, but reminded.

He Wenqiang also seemed to be aware of the seriousness of the situation, so he hurriedly started investigations in various rooms of his house.

Gu Chen also asked Yuan Shasha and Officer Wang to follow him.

Lu Weiwei and Uncle Zhao from the supermarket stood by her side.

When Uncle Zhao saw this situation, his whole face was confused: "Why are you trying to get along with this mask? Could it be that the murderer came to Old He's house to steal the mask just to kill people?"

"Does Uncle Zhao think it's strange?" Gu Chen asked him with a smile.

Uncle Zhao shook his head: "Anyway, my old man's brain is not flexible, and I feel like I can't understand it."

"But you have already said the key point." Gu Chen said.

"The key point?" Uncle Zhao didn't understand, so he hurriedly asked Gu Chen, "Comrade policeman, what do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is that, as you know, it is impossible for the murderer to steal He Wenqiang's mask just to kill He Xizhou," Gu Chen said.

"Then...then what do you mean?" Uncle Zhao seemed to understand Gu Chen's hint, and said with a blue face, "Could it be that you think He Wenqiang is the murderer?"

"En." Gu Chen nodded silently, without denying it.

"No, no, you must have made a mistake." Hearing Gu Chen's speech, Uncle Zhao of the supermarket was anxious at that time:

"He is a lonely old man, how could he do such a thing?"

"Besides, the He Xizhou you are talking about is not from our town, and he even stays in a hotel here."

"But just such a foreigner, the widowed old man in our town, why do you want to have trouble with him?"

"You have to ask them, I don't know." Gu Chen spread his hands, pretending to be helpless.

But Uncle Zhao was really in a hurry. After walking back and forth in front of Gu Chen twice, he still waved his hands and said, "I still don't believe that the murderer is He Wenqiang. It's impossible, absolutely impossible."

For the next time, Uncle Zhao kept muttering to himself.

But Police Officer Wang and Yuan Shasha still followed He Wenqiang and helped him check the whole house.

After a while of ups and downs, everyone returned to the first floor.

"How?" Gu Chen asked.

Yuan Shasha shook her head: "There is no abnormality found in other places, and the only thing that may have been stolen is this house."

"Strange, what is the murderer planning? Is it because of those masks?" Officer Wang also expressed his puzzlement.

At this moment, He Wenqiang was also at a loss, and quickly complained to Gu Chen: "This thief is getting more and more outrageous now, I saw the mask a few days ago, but it's Chinese New Year, who would do such a wicked thing?" thing?"

"You also said, is it necessary for a thief to do such a thing after Chinese New Year?" Gu Chen also smiled faintly.

Sensing the subtle change on Gu Chen's face, He Wenqiang changed his expression immediately, and asked Gu Chen, "Comrade policeman, what do you mean?"

"What I mean is, there are no thieves at all, and everything is your own show." Gu Chen felt that there was no need to play tricks on He Wenqiang, so he said straightforwardly.

But this said, the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became tense.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, as if they didn't understand what Gu Chen meant.

Police Officer Wang felt rather embarrassed, and hurried over to act as a peacemaker, reminding Gu Chen in a low voice: "Gu Chen, what are you doing? What do you mean by saying that?"

"I mean, the thief doesn't exist at all, and the person who disturbed the whole room is actually He Wenqiang himself."

Gu Chen did not lower his tone because of Officer Wang's soft reminder.

On the contrary, Gu Chen spoke very loudly.

He Wenqiang was really angry at this time, and directly retorted: "You little policeman has a big tone."

"My house was stolen. If you don't help catch the thief, you say that I am a thief. I think you have ulterior motives."

"The person with ulterior motives should be you." Gu Chen was not polite, and said directly: "If you want to know the truth, follow me into the house."

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(End of this chapter)