Netherworld Investigator Chapter 505: Name of the murderer

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Sun Bingxin and Huang Xiaotao looked at me with joy. Faced with such a coincidence, I was quite speechless, so I could only say, "Let’s go, let’s see who else died because of me."

Fortunately, there was actually no life case, just two men quarreling. One is a social brother with a big flowered arm, and the other is an intellectual wearing glasses. The social brother stretched his fist during the quarrel. The man in glasses suddenly thrust his collar into the other's hands and shouted, "Kill!" It's killing!"

Although we are not the police here, we can't pretend not to see it. Huang Xiaotao showed out his credentials and said nothing. The attitude of the big brother of the society immediately changed one hundred and eighty degrees, and he said with a smile on his face: "Yo It turned out to be a comrade policeman. You give me a comment. I ordered a pot of fried sea rabbits. This is silly...Ah no, this gentleman took it away. He didn’t say he ordered it first, which made me stupid to wait for twenty Minute, don't you say I can't be anxious?"

The man with glasses also argued tit-for-tat, not to say that he ordered the fried sea rabbit first.

The two quarreled so much that my brain hurts. Huang Xiaotao was not in the mood to pay attention to such trivial things, and waved: "Let's go! Let's go! What should I do? Whoever eats and settles the bill."

The eldest brother of society said something unlucky for himself, and left first. We plan to go back and continue to eat, but the man with glasses suddenly came up, pointed at me, and said with a particularly pleasant expression: "I saw you this afternoon!"

Huang Xiaotao and I exchanged glances blankly. In the afternoon, we only went to the Public Security Bureau. Who is this guy?

He actually called me and Huang Xiaotao’s names, especially when he showed great respect for me, as if he knew what I solved the case, which made us even more confused. I asked directly: "What are you doing? Of?"

"Oh, sorry, I was so excited to meet Detective Song, I forgot to introduce myself." As he said, the man in glasses took out a business card with the famous film and television screenwriter Wu Yang, and I subconsciously scratched my head. famous? I haven't heard of it either.

Sun Bingxin didn't know when to come over, and said, "Isn't he the director who said that, is he the screenwriter who came here to collect materials?"

"Oh, it's him!" Huang Xiaotao suddenly realized.

Wu Yang put his palms together, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, I came here on a serial murder case 20 years ago, and the collection of materials was fairly smooth. Alas, I can meet several people in the public security system here. A legend, it's really fortunate for Wu Sansheng, there is nothing to say, I have dinner tonight!"

I politely said no, no, no more. In my eyes, the screenwriter, like a reporter, is a two-legged loudspeaker. So I gestured to Song Xingchen with my eyes, and Huang Xiaotao gestured to Wang Yuanchao to signal everyone to withdraw quickly. Sun Bingxin was more conscious than anyone else, and had already ran to the boss to order a lunch box and packed all the dishes that had not been eaten.

But I didn’t realize that Wu Yang moved faster than us. When we checked out, the boss said: "The gentleman just finished the check."

We looked back, Wu Yang was holding a fist and smiling at us. When he laughed, the platinum porcelain teeth in his mouth would shine. In addition, there was a fat man with sunglasses who was eating at the same table with him, probably the director who was with him.

Huang Xiaotao rolled her eyes and said, "Yes, I must have been corrupted! Attention, everyone, don't reveal our hotel location and room number! Especially..."

Wang Yuanchao continued: "I see, I won't go out to drink at night!" After speaking, he opened the small silver flask and took a sip.

Back to the hotel, the few of us are relatively boring to ordinary people. Song Xingchen can meditate for a long time by himself. Wang Yuanchao only needs to have a drink and a cigarette. Huang Xiaotao likes to put a moisturizing mask on the bed when he is resting. I either read a book or pace back and forth to ponder some things, only Sun Bingxin is like a man. Ordinary people like to play with mobile phones and listen to songs.

While I, Huang Xiaotao, and Sun Bingxin were chatting in the room, suddenly there was a knock on the door outside, and a voice we didn’t want to hear came from: "Detective Song, Captain Huang, excuse me, I’m Wu Screenwriter! And Director Zhang!"

Huang Xiaotao sat up and made a very embarrassing expression, using his mouth to ask us who was exposed.

I whispered: "There are only three or four decent hotels in the small county. He inquired and found out. After all, they are screenwriters, and they must be better at collecting information."

Huang Xiaotao whacked her head in distress: "He must have come to collect materials, so annoying!"

Wu Yang is still shouting outside, can't pretend to be there, I can only bite the bullet and open the door. Wu Yang’s greasy smile appeared, followed by the expressionless fat man who claimed to be Zhang Dao. He nodded at us symbolically. The sunglasses on this man’s face looked like a part of the body, when? They are not taken off.

"Oh, Detective Song, take a break? Why don't you watch TV? Beijing Satellite TV is broadcasting a drama of the Republic of China war that I participated in production!"

Huang Xiaotao said unceremoniously: "Sun Bingxin, turn on the TV and make the sound louder!"

Wu Yang smiled again: "Don't, Captain Huang is really humorous. We are here to visit you and ask some questions by the way."

I sighed: "I dare not ask for advice. If you have any questions, just tell me."

Huang Xiaotao added: "At most half an hour!"

Wu Yang rubbed his hands like a big fly, and Director Zhang beside him remained silent. He sat down on the sofa very consciously and started smoking. I wonder if all art artists have such a personality?

Sure enough, Wu Yang really came to collect the material. Although he read the file 20 years ago, many of the details of the detection and the police are not clear about the daily life. The chief is too busy to receive him, so he is here. Ask for ideas as you write.

Actually, Wu Yang's professionalism is still quite admirable. It is many times better than those screenwriters who make up with closed eyes. I just told him patiently.

Wu Yang said suddenly: "I heard that a policeman was injured on duty, but he didn't get a penny of the pension and fell to a very miserable end. What happened?"

"What?" I was surprised.

Wu Yang lowered his voice and said, "If I say something that is not what I heard, will it be detained by which relevant department?"

Sun Bing said impatiently: "Major screenwriter, please have you spoken your mind! The detention of disabled soldiers and police pensions are sentenced to be sentenced, and the oil and water are not too big. Who would embezzle a policeman's pension? Jin, is this a human thing?"

Wu Yang knew he was boring, so I asked the policeman's name, Nie Yalong, who was indeed involved in solving the case, but there was no mention of his injuries on the file. I am afraid that this matter has to be verified.

Wu Yang asked again: "Detective Song, there is one thing I can't understand. Why did you suddenly release the suspect? Is there anything hidden in it?"

I said: "Don't think about anything hidden, there is no..."

I was stunned for a moment. I remembered that there was no mention of the suspect in the branch file in the bureau. I had the most original and most detailed version. My pupils suddenly changed color, staring at Wu Yang's eyes, and asked: "How did you know that there was a suspect at the time?"

Wu Yang hesitated to admit: "The injured policeman said, I went to visit him."

"What did he say, did he say the name of the suspect?" I was excited.

"The last name is Song, the name is... Zhaolin or Zhaolin, I remember saying that anyway."

"What?" I stood up abruptly.