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At around four o'clock in the afternoon, the car that picked up Zhao Zifeng from the airport came back.
The car was borrowed from Song Sen in advance. There were two of us when we went there, but there were four of us when we came back.
Song Sen also "got" along for the ride.
Lu Lingyou and the others might have to stay in G city for a few more days. It would be a lot of inconvenience not to stay in the hotel.
In addition to the tools and ingredients for the evening barbecue, this purchase also needs to buy other daily necessities.
It’s not that everything in the villa is lacking.
Because when looking at the room before, Zhao Yuefei had to show off to Lu Lingyou and Liu Wei the brand new silk four-piece suit in the guest room downstairs, saying that a set of bed sheets and quilt covers from this brand could cover several months of his salary.
Fang Ning didn't think it was anything, but Lu Lingyou confiscated it on the spot, saying that his wild boar couldn't eat fine chaff.
As a result, Song Sen's small car hauled four people and a lot of loot, and there was almost not enough space.
Zhao Yue squeezed into the gap in the back row with two large shopping bags in the supermarket, with only a small head exposed outside, desperately shouting for the boss to come and help.
Lu Lingyou opened the door to the yard and directed Song Sen to park the car at the door of the garage nearby.
Song Sen got out of the car first, looked around the spacious and tidy yard, then looked at Lu Lingyou who was standing aside with his hands in his pockets, and sighed.
“This land itself is extremely valuable.
And when I came here, I saw that the distance between each villa was at least 700 meters.
Price can no longer be measured by expensiveness.”

Lu Lingyou snorted while holding a cigarette in his mouth.
"Why, after working as a public servant for a long time, you suddenly start to envy the life of a capitalist?"

Song Sen also laughed. He glanced at Fang Ning, who had just walked out of the entrance hall on the first floor, and noticed something unusual between the two of them.
"Who's messing with you? You're talking so rudely."

Lu Lingyou shrugged and changed the topic without answering.
"How is Wang Zhao doing?"

Song Sen took the lighter from Lu Lingyou's hand and lit one for himself.
"Fortunately, we are out of danger.
I just got a call from the hospital on the way here.
However, the person will still have to be observed in the ICU for two days, and he will not be able to visit until he is transferred to the general ward. We will go there together then."

Lu Lingyou nodded.
"Have you investigated the origin of the bomb?"

As the two of them were talking, they came to sit down at the leisure chairs in the yard and watched the stupid young men pouring things under the car.
“The bombs in the basement car were of the same type as those in the hotel, but they were not planted at the same time.
The combined volume of the explosives at several explosion points is quite large, and it is impossible to arrange them all at once under our strict supervision.
I guess this move took a long time to prepare.
Huang Huanxin gritted his teeth and refused to let go, but he must have known that the car had been tampered with.
Originally, this car was prepared for Ren Hua. If she could escape the police surveillance at the venue during the chaos, this car would also be the target.
So even if Qiao still fails to kill Ren Hua at the venue, she will die in the explosion.
Both sides are dead."

Lu Lingyou flicked the ashes into the ashtray next to him and heard Song Sen continue.
"The person on the top floor of the hotel is just as you guessed. He is the cleaner responsible for cleaning. He is in his 40s and has a low level of education.
According to the suspect's confession, he did not know what equipment he secretly hid in different locations.
The person who gave him the money only said that this thing was a signal receiver used to steal the hotel network.
He thought it was the kind of thing used to receive images from pinhole cameras in the room.
We checked his resume.
The last place he worked was also a star hotel.
A self-media blogger who visited the hotel kept his GOPRO in the corner of the room to record videos during his stay in order to conduct an unannounced visit to evaluate the hotel's hygiene.
While editing the video, I discovered that the hotel room cleaning staff took advantage of their work convenience to quietly install temporary pinhole cameras when the guests were not around, and then called the police.
After investigation, the evidence was conclusive, and the man was detained for fifteen days and then expelled from the hotel.
Therefore, the credibility of the testimony is quite high, and he is a repeat offender.
However, both transactions were in cash, which was placed in the linen cart in the area he was responsible for, and no current account information could be found.
I’m afraid it will be difficult to trace the source.”

Song Sen sighed.
"Actually, we have almost enough evidence to get here now.
After the formalities are approved, the overseas private server will be transferred back to recover the data, and then compared with what Qiao still left behind, the decision will basically be finalized.
Huang Huanxin's dual identity as a director and actor cannot escape.
He took advantage of his role as a weakling in China to act out a drama for several years with himself, who dominated the dark web behind the scenes abroad.
Not only did he deceive his own family members, but he also dragged the entire Ren Group into helping him launder money.
It’s a good thing he figured it out.”

Lu Lingyou listened quietly, staring at the white smoke slowly rising from his fingertips and saying nothing.
Seeing that he remained silent, Song Sen turned around and asked in confusion.
"Why, do you think there is something else going on here?"

Lu Lingyou put out his cigarette butt.
"Do you really think that the sniper on the roof is Huang Huanxin's last line of insurance?"

Song Sen lowered his head and thought for a moment.
"But it does make sense.
With such a shrewd calculation, he couldn't possibly have the final result all on our side.
It’s normal to arrange for someone to do the final touches.
He first purposefully told you and Fang Ning so many confessions with obvious tendencies. The purpose was simply to let us lead him to identify the murderer, and then induce Qiao to still take action against him.
Since he knew there was a bomb in his car, he must also know there were bombs elsewhere in the hotel.
Up until the explosion, I guess this was all agreed upon by him and Joe in advance.
Therefore, before Qiao still gets what he wants, he will inevitably take him to the agreed rooftop.
It makes sense that he arranged this final sniper step here.
And I thought about it carefully, after two people achieve their respective goals and break up, there are only two possibilities.
First, if we had successfully captured Qiao Yiran instead of shooting, the result would have been the same as now, with the sniper hiding in the distance shooting and killing Qiao Yiran, the biggest threat.
But if the police successfully kill Qiao Yiran on the rooftop, the sniper will not take action again, and we will not know the existence of the sniper."

Song Sen's fingertips tapped the desktop.
"The only problem now is that we don't know the identity of the sniper and we have no way of confirming his dealings with his employer.
When we sent people to rush over, the scene over there had been cleaned up completely, and their methods were more professional than ours.
The traffic surveillance did identify a suspicious identity, but the reference given in the portrait was still a foreigner.
To put it bluntly, it is impossible for Huang Huanxin to hand over such an important link to someone who can easily find out the identity of the little tail.
There is a high probability that they are hired professional killers from abroad.
You also know that once these are involved, it is difficult to check. Maybe the person has successfully left the country using his legal status.
So we here can only review it slowly and see how Huang Huanxin can improve himself.
If it weren't for him, he wouldn't be able to take on all the things like hiring murderers and killing people."

Lu Lingyou finally moved, but shook his head.
“It’s really reasonable.
But don’t forget, Huang Huanxin is now punished for multiple crimes, and a few rounds of shooting are enough.
One more charge and one less charge would not have much impact on him, as it would all end in death.
Regardless of whether he admits it or not in his final confession, it is difficult for you to follow the line of the killer. It makes no difference whether he tells it or not.
And if, I mean if.
If there is someone behind him, he may not be able to explain everything clearly.
You don't know what reasons he has or what other unknown things he needs to bite the bullet on.
So now it seems that this story is more rounded than we expected.
It started with Huang Huanxin and ended with him. As for the older generation that Qiao Yiran said he dealt with in the past years, I am afraid they are all dead and there is no way to pursue them." Song Sen patted Lu Lingyou. shoulders.
"I understand what you mean.
But it's useless for us to think too much now.
This case involves a wide span of years, and there are many people involved. This cannot be concluded in a day or two.
It's quite a long process.
Let’s do it step by step.”

The two were silent for a while, and Song Sen suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, by the way, that Jin Youwei who died over there probably has a direction.
It was indeed suicide, but he was led to commit suicide by threats.
We found a mobile phone among the things that Qiao still left behind. The owner of the mobile phone should be Jin Youwei himself.
This mobile phone may have been used by Jin Youwei to communicate with the dark web. Although the number does not belong to him, there are a large number of call records in the mobile phone that point to the user.
There is a recording of a call between him and Qiao Yiran on the phone, which is also the last call information on the phone.
Although the voice of the other party has been processed, after the restoration by the technical department, it was confirmed that it was Qiao Yiran."

Lu Lingyou just nodded and stopped talking.
In the yard not far away, Liu Wei and Zhao Zifeng had already set up the outdoor oven that they would use in the evening.
Fang Ning didn't want to get close to Lu Lingyou, and he couldn't hide in the house all the time, so he followed a few children around the stove and had a heated discussion on how to make a fire.
"Liu Wei, you're wrong. These broken branches are all wet. How could you possibly light them?"

Liu Wei coughed awkwardly.
"Then what should I do? This is the beach. I went out to pick them up and found these ones to be the driest."

Zhao Yue rolled his eyes.
"I just told you to buy some flammable carbon and alcohol blocks that are specially used for ignition. You have to say you know how to do it, so there is no need to waste that money."

"No, are you saving money to make mistakes?
Wouldn't it be over the budget just to save money like this? The boss's wallet is empty.
If Mr. Song hadn't come to us to make up for it, I would have forced you to work in the supermarket to pay off the debt."

Zhao Yue rolled his eyes.
"I am a moonlight person, so it is normal for me to have empty pockets.
And with my little salary, I still have to buy fried chicken, milk tea, and skin care products to support me in saving my face from working overtime and staying up all night.
I know he is crazy. He is an electronic equipment enthusiast and has given all his money to the high-tech industry.
You are a single person who works overtime with my family every day. You have no special hobbies and no time to spend money. You can't pay for it no matter what."

Liu Wei looked at the smiling Fang Ning and scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Didn't I rent a house close to the bureau for the convenience of working overtime?
The rent in our bureau is quite high."

Fang Ning smiled as she watched several people bickering.
"Didn't your unit allocate dormitories to employees?"

Zhao Zifeng nodded.
"Indeed there are.
But after our bureau moved to the new office building, it was far away from there. It took more than 20 minutes to drive back and forth.
Sometimes it’s not convenient when there’s an emergency.”

Zhao Yue sighed, glanced around at the unsatisfactory colleagues, then looked at the wet firewood that had been lit a hundred and eighty times in the stove, turned to look at Lu Lingyou not far away as if complaining, pulled his neck and shouted road.
"Boss, please think of a way quickly. Stop looking so concave. There is no beauty pageant in the village today."

Song Sen smiled, patted Lu Lingyou and stood up.
"Come on, go over and help.
Didn't you see that Zhao Zifeng was about to pump gas out of my car?
Such an expensive house should be given to others."