The man who loves and chases the murderer lives next door

Chapter 383 An Invitation to a Horror Game (Part [-])

The moment the car door closed, Ji Qian sensed something was wrong.

Yesterday Song Zhen specially reminded her to be more vigilant recently, she always remembered it.

Just now, she didn't really want to follow her into the car, but there were reporters at the entrance of the hotel, and she was familiar with people, and she had a phone call with Song Zhen, so she came up.

Who knew that the man would close the door as soon as he got in the car!
Not knowing what the other party wanted to do, she didn't dare to act rashly, so she pretended to be calm and said, "I still need to wait for my manager."

But his hand was flipping through the call records, ready to dial for help.

Who knew that before the call was made, she was shocked by electric shock!

The moment her body twitched, Ji Qian's first reaction was: Nima, another electric shock!

Immediately afterwards, the mobile phone was stepped on the sole of her foot, and in her dizzy and blurred vision, she saw the man coming towards her with a roll of rope, with a wicked smile on his face.

"You, what do you want to do?" The body was suddenly shocked by electric shock, which caused her voice to become a little weak.

It's just that she asked in English, but the other party answered in Chinese.

"I don't want to do anything, but please disappear for a few hours, Miss Ji, I'm offended."

Hearing this fluent Chinese, Ji Qian opened her eyes wildly, looking at the familiar face in front of her, she was very shocked. Didn't this staff member not speak Chinese before?

What shocked her even more was that this man reached out and tore off the two mustaches above the corners of his mouth, and winked at her playfully, as if he was not the staff member she knew!
Immediately afterwards, she was tied up into a big meat dumpling, and a towel was stuffed around her mouth.

From the electric shock to the binding, this man's movements were very swift. After being tied up by him, Ji Qian was thrown directly into the carriage, and then she felt the car moving.

Where is this man trying to take her?
What is he doing?
After being electrocuted twice, she had already lost the ability to resist. At this moment, she was tied up and thrown on the car to lie down. He felt dizzy, and at this moment, he felt that his head was shaking into a ball of paste.

The previous nightmare on the "Jade Rain" came back again. I don't know if it was because of fear or because my aunt didn't leave. She was cold all over, and her stomach started to hurt again...

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At the same time, Song Zhen went out and contacted Bob immediately.

Ding Jingbiao has already chased after the location, but the other party will definitely turn off Ji Qian's phone, or even throw it away, so he must prepare for the worst.

I can only quickly inform Bob of the alarm situation, and ask him to help get the surveillance probe near the hotel, track the car that drove out of the hotel parking lot, and then direct myself to track it.

"The hijacked person you mentioned was the Chinese actress last night?" Bob was a little surprised, "Is she your girlfriend?"

"Old man, now is not the time to gossip, please help, OK? We have already called the police, and I don't want to miss the best time for rescue." Song Zhen's face was so dark that he almost dripped water.

"This is no problem!" Song Zhen helped him analyze it for a long time two days ago, but today it is just a matter of effort. Bob immediately contacted the technician of the police station, and logged on to the private network to retrieve the surveillance video.

"I'll send you my location!" Song Zhen immediately hung up the phone.

At this time, he had already taken a taxi, roughly judged the direction according to the last direction of the vehicle, and asked the taxi master to drive there first, and then waited for Bob's remote command.

Soon, there was a response from Bob. According to the license plate and model provided by Song Zhen, the suspect vehicle was identified.

But just after providing Song Zhen with the information of the two road sections, Bob found that his people were nearby, so he asked them to stop the car first. Who knew that there was only one driver in the car and no one else.

"Are you sure the license plate is correct?" Bob couldn't help asking.

"Very sure. There is no one in the car? Check to see if the monitoring along the way is covered. Are there any nodes that the monitoring cannot see? The suspect must have found the right time to take Ji Qian out of the car."

Hearing this, Bob had no choice but to look back at the monitor with doubts, while Song Zhen opened the door and walked towards the seven-seater commercial vehicle stopped by the police.

"Hello, I'm Bob's friend, and I'm also the informant." Song Zhen approached, revealed his identity directly, and then turned the phone on to the loudspeaker.

Bob greeted his subordinates symbolically. They looked Song Zhen up and down for a few times, then put down their hands and let Song Zhen walk in front of the driver.

The driver looked like a very vicious British uncle, with a very long beard, in locks and black lumps, a hooked nose, big double eyelids, sunken eye sockets, but piercing eyes God, looks like a big monster.

As soon as Song Zhen approached, he shrugged his nose ferociously at Song Zhen.

"Hmph!" He let out a sharp breath from his nose, struggled slightly with his arms, trying to break free from the policeman's grasp.

That tall and burly figure, like a mountain, made people feel a lot of pressure.

Song Zhen didn't retreat but advanced. After hanging up the phone, he clicked on Ji Qian's photo and put it in front of the big man, "Have you seen this girl?"

The British police next to him couldn't help laughing. If this big man was the murderer, how could he obediently answer this Chinese man's question? Isn't it too naive to ask like this?
Who knows that Song Zhen took back the photo, and asked again: "This girl is missing, and the vehicle that kidnapped her is exactly the same as your license plate. Now can you tell me where you started and where you passed? Otherwise, you will Suspected murderer."

The big man's expression immediately became complicated, and he finally spoke, "Missing?"

"Yes, if you don't speak clearly, then you are a suspect."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and couldn't help but look at Song Zhen, and someone couldn't help but ask, "What does this mean?"

Song Zhen turned around and said, "He's not the driver of the car that kidnapped Ji Qian. This should be a licensed car. This person doesn't know anything."

These are all he judged from the reaction of the big man when he saw Ji Qian's photo. This belongs to the analysis of micro-expressions, but right now is not the time to educate these policemen.

"Who did you pay to let you run around at this time, right?"

The last sentence Song Zhen said to the big man.

The big man immediately widened his eyes, met Song Zhen's sharp eyes, and was very surprised. How did this man know?
Soon, he confessed immediately.

It turned out that this man was working in a car rental company. Two days ago, someone suddenly called to reserve a car and asked him to drive the car to the place where the passenger was at double the price. Drive the car to West Second District.

The car rental company usually doesn't have many orders, so of course they don't want to give up this big order, so they accept it.

"Did you start from the car rental company?" Song Zhen asked.

The man nodded.

"Address." Song Zhen asked again, and at this moment, Bob called.

"21 Katz Lane, District E."

Song Zhen quickly picked up Bob's phone, and then heard him say: "The car started after entering the Katz Lane and disappearing for about a minute. There are many hooligans there, and the surveillance cameras are always broken. Instead of turning back in place and coming out from the entrance again, we may have lost its track just now, but this also just shows that the car that came out later is a set car, the purpose is to continue to attract our attention and miss it. A real clue."

"The surrounding surveillance is broken?"

"Sorry, I don't want to admit it, but it's true," Bob replied.

Obviously, the murderer had premeditated.

Song Zhen had no choice but to say: "I'll go to the car rental shop right here, and you can tell your subordinates that I will work with them."

"no problem."

Soon, with proper communication, Song Zhen acted together with the British police.

In the police car, Song Zhen frowned and thought deeply, tapping his fingers on his knees again and again, very rhythmically.

Set car?
When I was in City G, when I investigated the clues of B, I found that there were also decked vehicles near the Mo family mansion.

The same method, could it be the same person?

Before they could figure it out, the group went to the car rental company.

After cross-examination, the effective information obtained was a signed car rental contract and a surveillance video of the store.

In the surveillance video, the man covered most of his face with a peaked cap, but the beard on the corner of his lips really looked like that of David's staff... If it wasn't for Song Zhen who was good at observing and found the difference in height, he would probably suspect that it was the same person.

But obviously Ji Qian didn't pay attention to this point. She often changes high heels, fluctuating from high to low, and she is not sensitive to other people's height at all. Besides, she never thought of doubting the authenticity of others. How could she think of this? normal.

It's just a master who can easily imitate or even pretend to be others, it is impossible to deal with the problem of height.

Why leave this loophole on purpose to let yourself discover it.

Song Zhen couldn't help looking at the signed car rental contract. Except for the very eye-catching English signature starting with the letter B, he flipped through it and found that there was a line written on the back of the contract.

"GAME START!"

There was also a smiling face drawn on the back, as if mocking Song Zhen who was in a hurry at the moment.

A chill suddenly shot up from the soles of Song Zhen's feet to his back, and he couldn't help but think of the threatening message he received a few months ago—the message that threatened Song Chun with his life!

(End of this chapter)