District 9

In the Archives and Information Management Office of the Black Street Superintendent, Qin Yu said to a young civilian police officer: "Help me set up a suspect file."

"Okay, Captain Qin." The police officer nodded: "What's the number?"

"I didn't remember the number." Qin Yu looked back at Zhu Wei and asked, "Tell him the date."

"The March 11 shooting incident in Nanqiao Hutong within the jurisdiction, and the March 25 shooting incident involving idle members of society in Pingdao District." Zhu Wei told the civilian police officer the date in a brief voice.

"Suspect's name."

"He doesn't have a surname. His nickname is Anzi. He should have this character in his name." Zhu Wei replied, holding his shoulders.

"Okay, wait a minute." The civilian police officer immediately opened the backend of the Songjiang Police System, and then entered his police number and password. After searching in the large database for less than two minutes, the result came out: "An Zhengxiong, Male, 24... Viagra, look at the photo, is it him?"

"Is he a fugitive from the two shooting cases on March 11 and March 25?" Qin Yu asked.

"Yes, according to the accounts of the arrested persons, their guns and guns were bought from An Zhengxiong." The police officer nodded.

"That's him." Qin Yu immediately replied: "Print out his information for me, and then you can help me check whether An Zhengxiong and Wu Tianyin have served in the same prison."

"Which Wu Tianyin?"

"The one who killed Guo Xing." Zhu Wei reminded.

"Understood." The civilian police officer went to check the information again.

…

About twenty minutes later, all Anzai's detailed information was printed out.

After Qin Yu, Lao Mao, and Zhu Wei returned to the office, they read through it carefully.

An Zhengxiong, male, 24 years old, was sentenced to five and a half years in prison for reselling in-demand supplies and causing serious injury. He was 17 years old when he committed the crime. He was already over the adult law of District 9 (16 years old must bear criminal responsibility), but he was under the adult sentence regulations. Therefore, he served one year in the juvenile training unit before being transferred to prison to continue serving his sentence. And He was detained in the same cell as Wu Tianyin.

Since Anzai came online due to two gun-related cases, and the police officers who handled the case previously investigated him, the following information is relatively complete.

According to the records of several police officers, although An Zhengxiong's place of residence is in Pingdao District, he has long since cut off contact with his family. Since he was released from prison, he has not seen his parents and only hangs out on the ground. However, there are clear records showing that while he was serving his sentence, his cousin who ran a small daily necessities company in the city frequently deposited prison coins for him many times. But after Anzi left the area, he also lost contact with him.

Qin Yu looked at the information, frowned and smoked and asked: "The file says that this kid was in Erlonggang. How is the situation there? Can we catch him?"

"No." Zhu Wei shook his head and replied: "Erlonggang is located near a mountain, and the living area is very scattered. In addition, along the highway, the security situation there is very chaotic, just like Sankanzi and Yamatiao. So it is the local area. The garrison there has some respect. If we want to go in and arrest people, that’s a fantasy. If things go wrong, people will dare to use cannons to kill you."

Qin Yu was melancholy when he heard the sound: "Let's not mention Wu Tianyin's case. Let's talk about the shooting of Lao Yang. The current clues are these few daggers. If you can't catch the traitor, you won't be able to find out who the gunman is. "

"Yes, Anzi is quite important." Zhu Wei nodded.

The old cat blinked his eyes and said very smartly: "What about another way of thinking?"

"What's the idea?" Qin Yu asked following the words.

"It may not be easy for us to inquire, but what about the people on the ground who want to inquire?" Old Mao was still a little impatient at the critical moment: "The one who sells the ring and the one who uses the ring wear the same pair of trousers. I think this matter You can ask Uncle Zi to find out. After all, once Lao Er and Dayang enter, he will be the most popular boss on the underworld!"

"Snapped!"

After hearing this, Qin Yu got excited and slapped the old cat on the neck: "You are my little Zhuge."

The old cat was confused for a while, then he squinted and cursed: "You hit me again?"

"Snapped!"

Zhu Wei slapped him from the side and said with the same excitement: "Hey, Old Cat, I think I can ask Uncle Zi to give Anzai a message and just ask him who bought the Zid in March. , but our original intention was not to touch him, what do you think?"

"I think it's okay." Old Cat touched his head and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, it's settled, I'll call Uncle Zi." Qin Yu bared his teeth and nodded.

"Snapped!"

The old cat was extremely vindictive and lashed out with a big-eared thunderbolt: "You are so quick to tell!!"

"You're stepping on the horse...!" Qin Yu raised his foot and was about to kick him.

"Snapped!"

The old cat turned around and slapped Zhu Wei on the head, then ran away: "I'm going to get something to eat."

…

In Songjiang City, Kaiyuan District, in a three-story single-family building on a commercial street, Jin Yuting was working with James.

One floor downstairs, a dozen middle-level European team members who came from Fengbei were drinking and having fun. These old blond guys will never work when it's time to rest.

These middle-level cadres are responsible for risk assessment and professional review of Songjiang investment projects. To put it bluntly, James finally decided how much money to invest, and it was they who came up with the plan, so Xiaoxing treated them just like he treated his ancestors. Not only is he in charge of food and housing, and giving gifts, but he is also in charge of whoring, gambling, and even the purchase of some "neurotropic drugs"...

Outdoors in the car.

Fu Xiaohao smoked a cigarette and said softly: "I feel like Jin Yuting is tired enough to leave tonight."

"Yes, ordinary women suffer, and famous women don't have it easy either." Ding Guozhen said a little sadly: "I feel bad that our own land is being cultivated by others."

Fu Xiaohao was speechless: "You talk a lot of nonsense now?"

While the two were chatting, two vans suddenly stopped at the main entrance of the third floor. Then two men, leading a dozen girls dressed fashionably and sexy, got out of the van together.

"Holy shit!" Ding Guozhen exclaimed, "It seems like I can watch something again tonight."

"Yes, a lot of people came," Fu Xiaohao nodded: "It's probably going to be a blast."

"... Hey, hey, look at the one in the white down jacket... he's so exciting." Ding Guozhen almost burst out laughing: "Brother Yu gave me this job, not just anyone can do it. The key... you I look anxious and can’t exert myself.”

"Don't talk nonsense." Fu Xiaohao lowered his head and glanced at his watch: "I guess they are going to party all night long. They will be asked to change the guard later. Let's go get something to eat, otherwise we won't be able to bear it anymore."

"I'm not going, I want to find a place to relax." Ding Guozhen shook his head.

…

More than twenty minutes later, the two brothers on the ground on Tuzh Street rushed over and replaced Ding Guozhen and Fu Xiaohao.

In a little while.

Ding Guozhen was sweating and came to a store with colorful lights on the front.

"Come on, brother, what's the business?" A young man at the door stood up and asked.

"Police requisition." Ding Guozhen imitated Lao Maozi's tone and said.

The young man was stunned for a moment: "Stunned...what is the requisition for?"

"Go upstairs and commandeer alone."

"Ah, then you just said you wanted to play! This scared me, I thought you were short of condoms." The young man smiled, turned around and shouted: "Come, stand in a row and let me pick."

Ding Guozhen scanned the room and asked, "Is there anything better? They all look like this. It's hard for me to requisition them."

The young man pondered for three seconds and responded wittily: "Come on, turn off the lights a little and let me requisition them."

…

In Ma's warehouse, Uncle Liu held the phone and said softly: "Please contact me. A man named Anzi told me that I want to buy some goods."