Netherworld Investigator Chapter 418: Song Xingchen was shot

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Song Xingchen and I found the assistants non-stop, and through face-to-face questioning, I eliminated the suspicion that they were inner ghosts one by one, but I still want to look at the appraisal center's monitors to confirm whether they were involved in this link. Stubborn.

They can't help me in this matter, so they can only go to Sun Bingxin for help.

I called her and briefly talked about it, and Sun Bingxin said: "Brother Song Yang, I am in the laboratory of the university now, and the soil sample has been analyzed, and there is some coal and lime in it."

"Coal and lime?" I muttered, the scope is wide, there are many heavy industry factories around Nanjiang City.

At this time, it was getting late, so Song Xingchen and I had goodbye to each other and agreed to see you at the gate of the store tomorrow morning.

The next morning, I was woken up by an unfamiliar number. The number was technically processed and the caller ID was not visible. The voice of the dog trainer came from the phone: "Little detective, come out for breakfast. I'm near your house. Yonghe Soy Milk is waiting for you!"

I immediately put on my clothes, and by the way, I shook Wang Dali to wake up and told him to get ready to work.

When he came downstairs, Song Xingchen leaned against a telephone pole, holding his favorite bubble tea in his hand, and took a short stick from his pocket to me. It turned out to be a stainless steel swing stick. I waved it a few times, feeling that it was a good hand, so I put it in my pocket.

I simply said: "Let's go!" The two walked towards Yonghe Soy Milk together.

There were no guests at this time. I saw the dog trainer standing at the counter and ordered soy milk, fried dough sticks and steamed buns. He kindly reminded the cashier that the button on his chest was not fastened, and the cashier thanked him in a low voice.

I thought that if I passed by this shameless uncle in the street, I would never have thought that he would be a vicious criminal.

The dog trainer carried the breakfast and said to me: "Let’s go, let’s go out!"

He walked in front, we followed behind, and we came to a park. He wiped the chair with a paper towel, sat down, opened breakfast in turn, and said, "I don’t know what you like to eat, so buy everything. It's a bit."

I bluntly said: "Don't be polite, just talk about business!"

He took a bite of the steamed bun and smiled slightly: "Well, the steamed bun with sauerkraut and pork stuffing is delicious. Would you like to try it?"

We stood there watching him finish a breakfast, and then he wiped his mouth with a tissue: "Yesterday you caused me to lose an important customer, not to mention the money I lost."

I replied: "Anyway, I have completed the task you assigned."

"Little detective, your attitude is really not sincere. If you are playing tricks with me, I will also give you some small punishments!"

After speaking, the dog trainer stretched out his hand and waved at me. Song Xingchen suddenly pushed me away. He seemed to have received a heavy punch, and he suddenly bent down, with a large blood stain on his abdomen, and slowly knelt down while covering the wound with his hand.

"Stars!!!" I yelled and went to check his injuries. It turned out that a sniper rifle bullet hit him. The other party used a silencer. I looked up, and there was a reflection on a building in the distance, which seemed to be ambushing a sniper.

Song Xingchen hit the ground with a knife, cold sweat on his forehead, and his mouth was still brave: "I...I'm fine."

I gritted my teeth and looked at the dog trainer, he said unhurriedly: "There is punishment for cheating. This shot is just a warning. Today’s task is relatively simple. I need you to **** a client away safely. Nanjiang City, don’t move his finger, understand?"

The dog trainer stood up and picked up the soy milk: "Well, let's take your friend to the hospital first. My people will be here waiting for you at eight o'clock."

Looking at his distant back, I gritted my teeth. I took out my phone and dialed 120. The shot Song Xingchen received did not hurt his spine. The bullet passed through his abdomen. The opponent's marksmanship was very good. The purpose was not to kill him, but to isolate me.

After a while, the ambulance drove Song Xingchen into the car. When he got in the car, he grabbed my hand and said, "Little master, I will go with you later."

I shook my head immediately: "No, take care of your injuries, the dog trainer will not kill me, he wants to use me. This time I owe you, and I will definitely pay it back in the future!"

Song Xingchen replied: "You do not owe me, this is my duty!"

The nurse urged: "Stop talking to the patient, do you want his life?" Then he put the oxygen mask on Song Xingchen's face.

I accompany him to the hospital. After he was sent to the emergency room, a doctor approached me and said solemnly: "Boy, the patient just got a gunshot wound, right? We have to contact the Public Security Bureau for this." /

I showed my ID: "No, I am a member of the police force. He is an undercover police officer and was accidentally injured."

The doctor relaxes: "Oh, then please sign the operation consent form."

I asked: "Is it life-threatening?"

"It was not a major problem. The bullet did not damage the main organs, mainly because of excessive blood loss." The doctor replied.

After signing, I paid the surgery and hospitalization fees. After I went out, I made a call to Bald Qiang, using the mobile phone I bought yesterday. The bald head Qiangyi was very excited when he heard my voice, and shouted: "Song Brother, what's the order!"

I asked: "Is Wang Dali with you?"

"Here! We are having breakfast." The bald head replied strongly.

I succinctly explained what I wanted him to do, and finally ordered: "This matter is illegal. I will not force you. Even if you refuse, I will not blame you."

The bald head replied with strong disdain: "Tsk, are you scolding me, Song brother? You gave me this life. I don't violate the law. As long as you tell me to go out and kill people, I won't blink. "

Bald-headed Qiang said sincerely, and there was a warmth in my heart: "Brother, I will definitely pay this favor!"

I took a taxi back to the park and saw a car parked outside the door, so I kept another mobile phone in a state of talking with Wang Dali, and hid it in a secret pocket under the base of my arm. The secret pocket was mine last night. Sewn it yourself.

At this time, a familiar face got out of the car. It turned out to be Wang Yuanchao. He said: "Get in the car, the owner has explained that you must send people away before ten o'clock!"

I was stunned for a moment. The voice of "Wang Yuanchao" was a bit different from himself. Upon closer inspection, his expression was very stiff. It turned out to be Disguise.

There is also a policeman in the car, apparently also a fake, sitting in the back seat is a fat middle-aged man with a sullen expression. I suddenly understood that the dog trainer was so daring enough to pretend to be a policeman and send the criminals out.

Two fake policemen are not enough. I need a real consultant to act as a talisman for criminals.

Before getting into the car, the fake dynasty searched my body up and down, and found the swinging stick and mobile phone. He held the swinging stick and asked coldly, "What's this for?"

I said: "If you don't worry about it, take it and return the phone to me, or how can I pass the time on the road?"

"No!" He replied coldly, then turned off the phone and put it in his pocket with the swing stick.

I got into the car, and the middle-aged man in the back seat nodded at me: "Looking up to my name for a long time, I have a friend who was caught by you."

I asked: "What glorious deeds do you have?"

The middle-aged man laughed: "I'm not so stupid, so stupid to tell you all about myself, I just want to say that it is my luck not to be planted in your hands, and it is so great that you can personally **** me out of the city. An honor!"

I smiled and speculated from his words that he should be a murderer.