Wang Luo stood next to the police car that Zhang Dairong borrowed from the police station and dialed his number. After a while, the call was connected, and there was a violent gasp from the other end.
"Dai Rong? Dai Rong?"
Wang Luo realized that something might have happened, and opened his mouth.
He was still panting in response. Wang Luo didn't hang up, but walked into the workshop while listening.
As soon as he stepped into the factory building, the smell of gunpowder was even stronger and pungent. With the sound of gasping, Wang Luo covered his mouth and nose.
At this time, Zhang Dairong's voice came from the phone's microphone.
"Brother Luo! Is that you?"
"Go away! Don't come here! Get out of here—"
"Well--"
Halfway through Zhang Dairong's words, as if his mouth was covered by something, the sound was lost, the phone was hung up, and there was a beeping sound, and Wang Luo's hands trembled a little.
It seems that his judgment is correct. The murderer must have driven a Corolla to the place where the yellow mud existed for a while when he killed the owner, and Zhang Dairong has now mostly met the murderer Wang Luo has been guessing.
Wang Luo kept his mind and decided to call Wu Feng first and ask him to send someone to come for reinforcements.
As soon as he called, a simple electric ring suddenly sounded in his ear, Wang Luo paused, the phone in his hand slid down little by little, hit his feet, and fell to the ground again.
"pat-"
"Ah--"
The electric bell disappeared after a "di" sound, apparently hung up, followed by a sneer.
Wang Luo turned around slowly, and before he could see clearly, he felt a sharp pain in his back, and his body flew upside down to the ground.
"cough--"
Wang Luoqiang endured the pain and turned his head, Wu Feng's hideous face came into view, he was wearing gloves, covered with blood.
"It's really you." Wang Luo closed his eyes and said softly.
"Otherwise?" Wu Feng raised the corner of his mouth, crouched in front of Wang Luo, and said.
"I want to hear your confession before you die." Wang Luo said calmly.
"Criminal charges?" Wu Feng laughed and said, "Liu Qifeng is a drug dealer, and so are the other six, all of whom have been in my bureau. They have no ability to survive, so I thought, give them to them. Come up with an idea, aren't you the smartest one, guess what?"
"Let them sell you this big drug lord, right?" Wang Luo said as if he had known it for a long time, "but what I don't understand is, why do you want to kill them all?"
Wu Feng was silent for a while, then leaned into Wang Luo's ear and said, "Have you ever killed someone? Do you understand the psychology of a murderer?"
"Any crime has a motive, don't follow me, what's your motive?" Wang Luo said with a sneer.
"Motivation? It's nothing more than stealing profits, killing people and killing people." Wu Feng said lightly, he stood up, freed one hand to carry Wang Luo on his body, and walked towards the depths of the factory building.
Wang Luoqiang endured the pain. Since Wu Feng can become the captain of the criminal police, his physical strength is definitely not inferior to that of ordinary people, and his mind is not ordinary.
Wang Luo suddenly remembered that the appearance of this yellow mud might be the evidence that Wu Feng deliberately left behind in order for him to solve the case.
Wu Feng leaned Wang Luo against the wall beside him, and then handcuffed his hands.
"I've been busy for so long, take a break." Wu Feng took out his pistol and slammed Wang Luo on the head.
Wang Luo only felt the darkness in front of his eyes, and he lost consciousness. Before fainting, Wang Luo glanced at the mobile phone that had fallen on the ground. Before landing, he had already dialed Mo Yuqing's number. As for whether he was connected or not, It's not something he can control.
...
A severe headache came, Wang Luo opened his eyes slowly, but found himself lying on a hospital bed, with other members of the conviction team standing in front of the bed, talking about something.
Seeing Wang Luo wake up, everyone gathered around.
"Where's Zhang Dairong?" Wang Luo nodded to them, saying that he was fine, and asked.
Guan Yuan, who was standing at the front, pointed to the hospital bed beside Wang Luo. Zhang Dairong's head was tightly wrapped, and he was lying on the bed and looked at him with a smile.
"Boss Wang, you have done a great job this time," Xu Ziqian said with a smile.
Wang Luo frowned to express his confusion, and looked at Mo Yuqing at the same time. In his memory, he called Mo Yuqing before fainting, so it must be Mo Yuqing who saved him, right?
Mo Yuqing straightened her face and opened her mouth to say, "Wu Feng wanted to blow up you and Zhang Dairong in the abandoned factory with gunpowder, but I brought someone in time to arrest him, and then he confessed to all the crimes, including As a criminal policeman, he organized a drug trafficking team to conduct drug trafficking. Knowing the law and breaking the law, he could definitely be sentenced to death. He killed Xia Suying and Forensic Ge because he was afraid that they would leak the news. It's killing people."
After listening, Wang Luo nodded, but there was always a sense of incomprehension in his heart, but a series of evidence also proved that Wu Feng was indeed the mastermind behind the car-hailing case in Lingtai City.
"But Wu Feng also made a strange request." Guan Yuan suddenly interrupted.
"What request?" Wang Luo was taken aback and asked.
"He said he wanted to see you when you woke up," Guan Yuanyu replied in a puzzled way.
Even Wang Luo's flexible mind couldn't guess what Wu Feng wanted to do, but he forced himself to leave the hospital.
Wu Feng was detained in the detention center and needed to wait for the court to collect evidence before convicting and sentencing.
Wang Luo sat opposite Wu Feng and looked at him blankly. For this criminal who wanted to kill him, he really had nothing good to say.
"Hello, Forensic Doctor Wang"
Wu Feng twisted his neck and shrugged.
"If you have anything to say, just say it directly." Wang Luo's expression was still cold.
"When I killed Liu Qifeng, I used the Mitsubishi Army thorn. It took me a lot of effort to get this thing." Wu Feng stared at the ceiling blankly and muttered to himself, "I'll take him with me. I went to the gunpowder factory and gave him a little special medicine. He was so fascinated that he couldn't extricate himself. At this time, I used a military thorn to slam it into his temple, just like stirring bean curd. , like killing chickens in the countryside, and then I took off my pants and fell in love with him for that wonderful feeling."
After that, Wu Feng paused, put his head close to Wang Luo, stared at him with wide pupils, and said, "Have you ever killed someone? Have you ever seen a murderer's eyes?"
Wang Luo didn't have much fear. Wu Feng's face was the lowest among the countless corpses he had ever seen.
"Stop it," Wu Feng changed into a terrified look again, and said hesitantly, "Cut it... stop it... stop it... stop it..."
Looking at the change in his nervousness, Wang Luo sighed in his heart, but he also doubted Wu Feng's psychological endurance. According to his many years of experience as a criminal police officer, he couldn't be this fragile.
"Has Wang Jingyu been released?" Wang Luo coughed and gave himself the right to speak.
Wu Feng was suddenly stunned, his mouth opened wide, as if he had remembered something extremely important, and said to Wang Luo, "No, I can't let him go, I can't let him go, I can't!!!"
"Why not?" Wang Luo asked.
Wu Feng began to shake his head constantly, and swallowed the words again, looking a little dazed.
"Calm down, think carefully about what else you haven't told me?" Wang Luo sighed, and had to slow down and comfort.
When Wu Feng heard the words, he suddenly stopped, and then he wanted to rush towards Wang Luo, but he was seen by the two prison guards who were watching, and they pulled back to the cell as soon as they resisted.
Wang Luo left Lingtai Police Station in confusion. Wu Feng's crime has been established. Could it be that he is crazy because of it?
Wang Luo shook his head, knowing that this was not something he should take care of, so he joined the group of Mo Yuqing who were waiting for him downstairs.
"Although Wang Jingyu has ruled out the suspicion of murder, it has become a fact that he was hiding drugs and taking drugs, so he will inevitably be investigated. The only thing worth paying attention to is that the man with ribs escaped when he was sober. Wanted." Mo Yuqing knew what Wang Luo was worried about, so she explained to him.
"Okay, the case is over, we can also have a good rest!" Xu Ziqian twisted his body very comfortably and said with a smile.
Everyone agreed and went out of Wang Luo.
He got into Mo Yuqing's car and drove away quickly without the other members of the conviction team reacting.
No one knew where he wanted to go, but no one took the initiative to stop him, because Wang Luo's character was like this, he never explained everything he wanted to do, but did whatever he wanted.
Mo Yuqing patted his forehead, looking a little bad, and said faintly: "This kid has been disobedient to management, it seems that he will teach him a lesson!"
Naturally, the others did not dare to touch the big brow of the eldest sister, they just said haha and discussed where to eat next.
Wang Luo drove to the house rented by Xia Suying and Wang Jingyu. The place was also cordoned off, with one or two patrolling police officers.
Wang Luo took out the documents to show them, and let him in directly.
He walked to Xia Suying's room, reached out and took down the book he had read on the shelf.
It reads "History of Ten Mysterious Cases" in five large characters, and turns to the last page, where an X-shaped symbol is drawn.
Wang Luo hid in his arms and sneered.
"Wang Jingyu, Wu Feng, me, who is the dog owner and who is the kid who was bitten to death?"