After visiting dozens of eligible households, there were still no new clues about the murderer.

The intercom in her ear brought news of other teams' progress from time to time, but there was still no result.

After Jiayi visited all the residents on the list in her hand, she found a bright little bar, walked in, borrowed a table in the bar while making a phone call, and wrote down the address and phone number that Sister Yin had mentioned.

Fang Zhenyue stood outside the bar where he could see Jiayi and waited for her. He happened to meet Zhang Feng who was leading a team to patrol the streets, check the bridge, the park, etc.

"No results?" Zhang Feng pinched out two cigarettes and handed one to Fang Zhenyue.

"Not for now." Fang Zhenyue pinched the cigarette and clamped it directly on his ear, with no intention of smoking.

"I heard that as soon as Yi Jiayi proposed a new idea, you followed him out?"

"What else?"

"You can't just go along with everything, Sir Fang." Zhang Feng said earnestly.

Fang Zhenyue turned around in confusion, with a questioning look on his face.

"A good fighter doesn't have to have great achievements, understand? You don't complain, don't put psychological pressure on others, and you helped her solve the problem before it even happened. How can she know your importance? You should reject her claims first and show that it is very difficult to do so. When she realizes that all this is not taken for granted, then show that you have gone through untold hardships to help her gain recognition, and then accept her suggestion and take her out. Only then will she know how powerful Inspector Fang Zhenyue is, and that you have him firmly in your hands." Zhang Feng held a cigarette in his hand, lit it, and took a puff. While speaking, he turned his head and looked at the subordinate agents who were resting at the entrance of the alley a few steps away.

"..." Fang Zhenyue frowned and didn't answer.

"Is it possible that Yi Shazhan's guess is wrong? Although she is a genius, not all her ideas are right." Seeing that he did not respond, Zhang Feng turned to ask about work.

"Maybe, but how do you know it is wrong if you don't try it? Don't you usually use the process of elimination when handling cases? Or do you have a better way now?"

Zhang Feng was choked and a little angry. He blurted out: "Sir Fang, you are an inspector, why do you follow Yi Jiayi everywhere to do things? Do you act like a man?"

At the door of the bar, Jiayi had just opened the door a quarter of the way, and suddenly heard this sentence, and her whole body froze.

Her face instantly flushed, and her eyes were filled with anger.

In her heart, she respected and admired Fang Zhenyue, who was truly capable. Moreover, he was the one who brought her in like a teacher and a father. She couldn't bear to hear these people whom she respected being insulted, especially because of herself...

Especially, what Zhang Sir said was simply to sow discord. Originally, Brother Yue respected her and treated her well. He never pressured her because of men, women, superiors and subordinates. What if...

She looked at Brother Yue's back, unable to see his expression, and felt anxious and angry. Suddenly, Brother Yue sneered and said in his careless low voice:

"Zhang Feng, are you here to play house?"

His tone was full of sarcasm and arrogance.

Zhang Feng blushed and gnashed his teeth in hatred. Fang

Zhenyue had the ability to anger others with just one expression or one word.

"If I think she is right, I will agree and follow her. If I think she is strong, then I will admire her and praise her. This is the simplest truth, do you understand?" Fang Zhenyue no longer concealed his contempt for others, and said coldly:

"Whether I look like an inspector or not, I don't think anyone needs to tell me. I can be strong when I want to be strong, and I can be weak when I want to be weak. No one has the right to judge my choices lightly."

Many people can't write the four words "upright"?

Jiayi stood at the door of the bar, and couldn't help pursing her lips, and the anxious expression disappeared from her face.

Saying such words... worthy of being Brother Yue.

Zhang Feng was speechless, and realized that it was originally his own words that were too radical and said things he shouldn't have said. Therefore, although he was very unhappy, he had to resist confronting Fang Zhenyue to avoid escalating the conflict.

Fang Zhenyue glanced at him and saw through his thoughts, but he still didn't let Zhang Feng go. After stretching, he continued:

"Do you think I'm an idiot? Put those thoughts away and look in the mirror. I can do whatever I want without being looked down upon by others. That's freedom, elegance, confidence and strength."

He threw the flattering words at himself like it was free, and then smiled casually:

"You probably have never experienced it before?"

Zhang Feng was about to speak when he suddenly looked away and saw Yi Jiayi who appeared at the door of the bar at some point. He pursed his lips, rolled his eyes at Fang Zhenyue, turned around and left.

Fang Zhenyue turned his head and met Jiayi's eyes, and said as if nothing had happened:

"Did you get the new list of residents?"

Jiayi nodded and waved the paper with the address information in her hand.

"Let's go~" He raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah!" Jiayi nodded, strode to Fang Zhenyue's side, and handed Fang Zhenyue the non-alcoholic sparkling drink she bought at the bar.

The two smiled at each other, and understood each other tacitly.

When turning to the next resident, they held the drink cup together and tilted their heads back.

The bubbles boiled in the mouth, cool and pleasant.

Jiayi secretly looked at Fang Zhenyue's profile in the moonlight and blinked.

It's really... so cool!

...

...

When turning from Yalan Street to Xintiandi Street, Jiayi hoped that the murderer would never be lurking in Portland Street.

That's where all kinds of people mix, and it's the worst place.

If the police act there, some people might think that the police are cracking down on prostitution or fighting against certain social groups under the name of catching serial killers. Anything could possibly cause trouble, and that would make things complicated...

When Jiayi looked back from the direction of Portland Street, she saw the time on the clock next to a store on the corner of the street. It was already 00:12.

She stamped her feet and looked down at the list in her hand.

Sister Yin and the others were still fighting with the files. Everyone was busy, but the dangerous time period was getting closer and closer...

Fang Zhenyue looked back at her and said, "Let's go, do your work, don't think too much."

"Okay."

The two of them then slipped into the alley. The street lights here were limited and not bright enough to be serious. Some of them were fanning themselves, while others were drowsy and went on strike directly.

All the shops on both sides of the road have turned off their lights. The windows of most houses in the community behind are also dim. Most of the citizens have fallen asleep. This is when the real nuisance begins.

"Brother Yue, I came up with this idea. If someone really complains, Mr. Huang will take the blame and I will bear the responsibility alone, okay?" She really didn't want others to be blamed for her sudden whim. "

Since we are in the same team, we should shoulder everything together." He poked her head and said, "Don't think too much." He

pinched a fried taro from the fried taro in her hand. Although it was no longer crispy and cold, he still put it in his mouth and chewed it from time to time.

"Brother Yue, are you hungry? Do you want to eat these fried nuts?" At least nuts are delicious when they are cold.

"Let's go." He smiled and strode into the community according to the address she had in her hand.

Most of the people here are poor,

and almost no one checks their identities when they come in and out. The security guards who are there are mostly elderly people, and they have already gone to sleep. In some cases, there are not even security guards or watchmen, and everyone can come and go freely.

There were plainclothes policemen patrolling in the distance. Two of them waved at them and walked towards a building.

Only the units on the 3rd and 5th floors in that building had lights on. They looked at the house numbers and fortunately their targets seemed to be still awake.

There was no elevator in the unit, so they walked a lot and talked a lot tonight.

They walked forward in silence, one after the other. Although their legs were a little sore when they reached the top floor, they were not out of breath.

Jiayi put on a smile as usual and knocked on the door. There was a noise from inside the house, but the two of them had to wait for a long time before someone came to open the door.

Perhaps the person inside was getting ready to sleep and had already changed into light home clothes, so it was inconvenient to see people, so he changed his clothes and came to open the door.

The person who answered the door was a young man, wearing pajamas that were very old but washed very clean. He did not open the outer security door, but looked at Yi Jiayi and Fang Zhenyue cautiously from inside the door.

"Hello, Mr. Wang, we are detectives from the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit. Here are our IDs."

Jiayi smiled and took out the IDs, and showed them to the other party together with Fang Zhenyue, who had a cold face.

However, the male owner still had no intention of opening the security door. He still stood stiffly inside the door, holding the door handle tightly, staring at the two of them without saying a word.

Jiayi had no choice but to explain her purpose with a smile, and said that if it was convenient, she could open the door for them to come in and help the tenants check if there were any bad guys sneaking into the house. If it was not convenient, the tenants were also asked to check it themselves.

The male owner pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "When we got home, we had checked all the cabinets and under the bed, and confirmed that it was safe."

Then he was about to close the door.

Jiayi hurriedly emphasized again that this matter was very important, and asked them not to be perfunctory.

The male owner also stated again that they had indeed checked and there was no problem, and then closed the door.

Jiayi frowned slightly, always feeling a little strange, but then thought, being disturbed so late, it was normal to finally meet someone who was uncooperative, there are all kinds of people in this world.

There was a sigh in her heart, it seemed that she would really be complained tomorrow.

But... Jiayi frowned, feeling a little weird...

She suppressed her emotions and turned to go downstairs with Brother Yue, but she saw that he had a shy face and frosty eyes, still staring at the closed door in front of him.

He quietly stepped forward and touched the door lock, as if he felt some new scratches there that were not left by the key, and then lowered his head to take a closer look.

Then he turned to meet Jiayi's puzzled eyes and said in a very, very low voice: "There is a problem."

Jiayi also felt something was wrong just now, but she was not very experienced in this area, and was still thinking about what was wrong, or was it just because the other party had a bad attitude, so she thought too much?

Fang Zhenyue had already made an immediate judgment:

"The murderer may have kidnapped the male owner's family and threatened him not to reveal his true intentions."

Fang Zhenyue whispered in Jiayi's ear, then took two steps forward and signaled Jiayi to go a few steps away to communicate, so as to avoid the murderer eavesdropping on the outside of the house with his ear pressed against the inner door. Jiayi

stared at the door with her eyes wide open, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she began to seriously recall the male owner's reaction just now.

"Even if there was nothing wrong at home, the people we knocked on the door before were very nervous, fearing that there were bad people in their homes, and they would ask us to go in and help check before letting us go. Even if they didn't want others to enter, they would wait until they checked themselves before asking us to leave. Moreover, most citizens would ask us about the progress of the situation and when the murderer would be caught. Because everyone is very nervous about their own safety, this is human nature." Fang Zhenyue explained in a low voice.

"I understand, the male owner of this house not only doesn't care about these, but also acts like he is afraid that we will go in. And his expression is dull, actually because he is nervous." Jiayi immediately responded in a low voice.

"Yes!" Fang Zhenyue nodded.

"Then Brother Yue, should we climb in through the window? Or should we ask the Flying Tigers to jump in from the rooftop window and save people?" Jiayi clenched her fists. She performed well in these actions when she was in special forces training, and she should be able to do it now. It's just that there are no ropes or the like around her, so she may need to climb a pipe. It's late at night and she can't see anything clearly... The risk factor is much higher.

"Dispatch the sniper first! Then dispatch the Flying Tigers! Go knock on the door opposite now, and then go knock on the door downstairs. Make it very loud on purpose. The murderer will be very nervous and afraid that the noise will attract us to break in, so he won't kill for a while."

"Got it!" Jiayi looked sullen as she watched Brother Yue quietly go downstairs. She waited until he turned around the 4th floor before knocking on the door opposite.

The family had already fallen asleep. Jiayi knocked for a long time before the male owner opened the door, swearing.

In order to delay time, Jiayi had to be patient and do a complicated check. Even though the middle-aged man in front of her was so angry that he started to beat his head, she still smiled and asked nonsense questions over and over again.

But her ears were always focused on the sounds coming from the intercom headset -

[Flying Tigers Group C immediately rush to Crow Lane Street Reclamation Street, and lie in ambush downstairs of Unit 2 -]

[4 snipers have been dispatched, and are expected to be in place within 15 minutes -]

[Flying Tigers Group B go to the top floor and be on standby at all times -]

[……]

Jiayi's heart beat faster and faster. The uncle she was questioning and his family were all woken up. The two old people and the housewife came over to deal with her. The middle-aged uncle obediently took the knife and pot lid and began to check the cabinets one by one, even under the bed and other places.

Jiayi urged the uncle not to miss any place, and spoke loudly to ensure that the people in the opposite house could hear clearly. She looked through the living room and looked at the small balcony.

Her eyes flickered, and she suddenly asked in a low voice: "Is your window sill connected to the house opposite?"

When the housewife was about to answer, Jiayi pressed her index finger on her lips, signaling the other party to speak in a low voice.

The middle-aged woman's eyebrows suddenly raised, and her impatient face just now instantly turned into a gossipy face. She made several strange expressions at Jiayi, and then whispered: "Yes, madam, what's the matter? Is there something wrong with the opposite house?"

At this time, Fang Zhenyue had finished all the phone calls, communicated with Wang Jiewang and others about the follow-up arrangements, and turned back in a low voice.

When he walked to Jiayi's side, she pulled his sleeves, and Fang Zhenyue immediately lowered his head and put his ear to her lips.

The hot air from Jiayi's speech warmed his earlobes, and the content of her speech made his blood boil:

"Brother Yue, the windowsills of these two households are connected. If the murderer is holding a hostage in the living room, or holding a hostage and sticking to the door to guard against us and eavesdrop on what we are doing, then we can sneak in through the windowsill quietly..."