I make a living solving crimes.

Chapter 223 Dark and windy night

In order to slow down the spread of news and reduce the difficulty of arrest, Chang Wei set the action time at 11 o'clock in the evening.

As for the man named Jiao in the parking lot, Chang Wei was handed over to Xie Sanfu and his comrades, and Zhang Youde brought the Dongcheng District Criminal Investigation Brigade to provide support.

The Hongyun Hotel next to the Temple of Heaven was led by Chang Wei himself.

Since receiving the order in the afternoon, all members of the Gulou Police Station Security Team have been prohibited from going out.

No one has any complaints.

Looking at Han Song, who had been assigned as a cadre, wandering around in the yard, the young policeman from the security team had only resentful anger in his eyes.

I also work in the Public Security Office.

Now others are getting salaries, but they are getting compensation for being a scapegoat.

Who doesn’t want to make progress?

The tranquility of the night is like a black gem, swallowing up the hustle and bustle of the day.

Everything was silent, with only the autumn insects in the distance and the leaves nearby whispering in the breeze.

It’s a dark and windy night, a murderous night.

The Hongyun Hotel was surrounded by crowds of people.

The boss was still dazed and had not yet reacted when Li Laifu pressed him down on the counter.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to call for help, a gun was pressed against his mouth. Ji Xiaowang leaned close to his face and yelled in a low voice: "The police are investigating the case. Don't make a sound."

Then, as he looked on in horror, more than a dozen police officers with guns in hand rushed in, and the leader was holding a rifle.

No need for instructions, according to the pre-operation plan, the stairs, corridors, toilets, and pantry were all guarded.

Chang Wei slung the rifle across his back and took the registration book from the desk and looked through it.

Jiang Hongxia grabbed the boss by the collar and asked, "How many people live in room 301?"

The boss was trembling and was so frightened by the scene that he couldn't speak.

Seeing the increasingly hostile look from the policewoman in front of him, he hurriedly said, "One, just one."

"Is there anyone with him?"

"I don't know, comrade. I really don't know. He seldom goes out and lives on the third floor. I don't know."

"Where's the key?"

"In the drawer. I'll get it for you."

"Take them all out." Jiang Hongxia first took the key to Room 301 and handed it to Chang Wei, then asked for the spare keys to all the rooms.

Chang Wei held the registration book in his hand and walked slowly in the corridor starting from the first floor, occasionally stopping outside the rooms where people lived to stand for a while.

A golden gleam flashed in his eyes.

Room 209 is a room on the second floor next to the stairs.

Chang Wei paused for a moment, then quietly retreated downstairs, "Jimao, there is a problem with Room 209, I'll leave it to you."

Wu Jimao did not ask Chang Wei how he was sure of it, for fear of being beaten by old man Zhang when he returned. He looked around and mentioned the names of Zhang Long and Zhao Hu.

After the Dragon Group was established, the personnel structure was slowly adjusted as Zhang Long and Zhao Hu applied to join.

Li Laifu and Chang Wei are the closest and have been learning on-site investigation techniques.

Ji Xiaowang is quick-witted and is in charge of the investigation. He can also discuss the case with Chang Wei.

Jiang Hongxia studied under Zhu Feihong and has a certain foundation in interrogation and file compilation.

Wu Jimao...the only thing this guy has left is "courage".

When it comes to bravery, he is no less brave than anyone else.

Room 301 is at the end of the corridor on the 3rd floor.

Xiao Qiang led the security team to hide under the eaves of the first floor and guard the window to prevent anyone from jumping out of the window and escaping.

Jiang Hongxia quietly opened the door of Room 201 and softly "comforted" the guest. Zhu Feihong quickly walked to the window, leaned out and looked upward, then stepped back and held the gun in his palm.

No one lived in Room 303, so Han Song opened the door and went in to guard the window.

Following closely behind Chang Wei was Yang Wenhai, and the two stood on both sides of the door of Room 301.

Chang Wei rubbed his eyes and his Fiery Eyes activated again.

There was no light in the room. Mo Nan was sleeping on the bed with his quilt rolled up. Chang Wei adjusted the focus of the camera and saw a pistol under the pillow.

Under Yang Wenhai's puzzled gaze, Chang Wei took out a pair of sharpened chopsticks from his waist.

The person who delivered the message in the corridor was Fan Tuaner. She saw Chang Wei's palm with five fingers spread out, also gesturing towards the second floor.

five.

Action in five seconds.

When the time came, Chang Wei flashed to the door and kicked it.

At the same time, Wu Jimao rushed violently and slammed the door of Room 209.

Mo Nan was awakened by the loud noise. He reacted instantly and reached for the pillow. He let out a scream before he could touch the gun.

A wooden chopstick was inserted into the palm of the hand, piercing through the handle.

The light cord in the room was pulled, and the light stung his eyes. Before he could regain his sight, a burly man rushed onto the bed, sat on him, and punched him in the back of the head.

Mo Nan looked at the Zhongshan suit hanging on the rack in despair.

Chang Wei followed his gaze, felt inside and outside his clothes, and finally touched the collar, where he found a white pill.

Cyanide...

The first time he saw this thing, he was so scared that he shuddered and quickly looked for water to wash his hands.

Seeing that Yang Wenhai had already pulled out the chopsticks and handcuffed Mo Nan, he shouted, "Uncle Yang, find a rope to tie him up."

This person is not one of Zhang Yu's group of losers, but a professional spy who is ready to die at any time.

There was quite a commotion on the second floor. Wu Jimao pushed the door open, and Zhang Long and Zhao Hu rushed in and beat him all over the face.

"Take him back for trial?"

"It's too late. We'll try you here."

Several of the least experienced police officers in the Public Security Office immediately smiled happily.

The prisoners downstairs were also brought up.

The two of them had their mouths gagged with towels, and they looked at each other with despair and determination.

I won't confess even if you kill me.

Then they experienced the longest hour of their lives.

He could still scream after pressing the mute point, but he couldn't make a sound if he stuffed a towel in his mouth.

The ropes were tied from head to toe, and they were struggling on the floor like two fish waiting to be slaughtered.

Seeing that the operation was over, four officers came upstairs and happened to see this scene.

Looking at the smiling young man, they couldn't help but shudder.

Having seen it once, Fan Tuan'er was much calmer. She went to the cashier's counter on the first floor, rinsed a cup, poured hot tea and brought it up, "Chang Wei, take a rest first."

Chang Wei looked at the gentle light in her eyes and took it foolishly.

Sister, although you look a lot like Jinsuo.

But you are two gold bricks older!

Jiang Hongxia found some toilet paper to plug her nose, and walked into the house wearing two layers of masks. Seeing Chang Wei looking confused, she said in a muffled voice, "Sister Tuan'er's brother is missing. He's probably the same age as you."

Chang Wei was stunned.

Sure enough, I am shabby——I AM SHABBY

I thought Sister Bingbing fell in love with me.

after an hour.

Mo Nan lay twisted on the floor. He no longer cared about the foul smell in the room and only begged Chang Wei to return the pill to him.

Jiang Hongxia knew that Chang Wei was a dog-nosed man and could not stand this environment, so she gritted her teeth and began to interrogate him.

The two men who had refused to confess just now fell down faster than the other.

After receiving the confession, Chang Wei shook the paper in his hand and said to the leading officer: "I need your support."

The officer was puzzled and asked, "You should be able to mobilize people from the Municipal Bureau, right?"

Chang Wei smiled and said softly, "Try to keep it a secret. Besides, you can't make this trip in vain, right?"

The officer looked at him intently, and after a moment he turned around and went downstairs to the cashier's desk to make a phone call.

Made.

If this kid doesn't become successful in the future, then God is blind.