The housewife of Unit B and the two elderly people continued to ask and answer questions loudly at the door, making it look like the police were still questioning them.

On the balcony of this house, Fang Zhenyue and Yi Jiayi were sizing up the terrain, making estimates and plans.

"Sir, I've been to the neighbor's house opposite. They have a sliding door. In the past, if both sides opened the door, we could hear any sound coming from the house opposite. Now we can't hear anything, so the door must be closed. Even if you jump around the perimeter, you still have to break the door open. Won't that just scare the enemy? If the murderer has a weapon and his hand shakes, a life can be lost."

The middle-aged uncle, who was annoyed by Yi Jiayi's questioning and forced house inspection just now, turned into an enthusiastic citizen in a blink of an eye. He pulled Fang Zhenyue and Yi Jiayi back to the living room and whispered to them the layout of the house opposite. He spoke logically and in a professional manner.

"Besides, the balcony faces the living room. We may not be discovered by the killer when we jump over at the first moment, but if we jump over one after another, we may have been discovered by the killer." Jiayi said.

They can only choose one person to jump over first and the other to jump over to help. There is no way to wait for both of them to jump over before taking action together.

"Also, Brother Yue, if you want to jump over here, you must step on these bricks and hold this pipe. The old building is very dilapidated, and your weight may not be able to bear it."

Jiayi added. Her face was sullen, and her meaning was already very clear.

"Let's wait for the sniper." Fang Zhenyue glanced outside the balcony. The street lights here were too dim, and there was no bright moonlight tonight.

It was too dangerous to smear and climb over, and he was worried about letting Yi Jiayi deal with the murderer alone.

"But the sniper will take about 15 minutes to arrive, and even the Flying Tigers will have to wait for another 10 minutes. We don't know what's going on in the opposite room now. What if the sound of pretending to be a police investigation at the door can't stop the murderer, and something unexpected happens, causing him to suddenly attack and hurt people... We have already come here, but if something still happens, we will all regret it."

Jiayi frowned, looked up at Fang Zhenyue, and tried to win his support.

Fang Zhenyue clenched his teeth and finally clenched his fist and said, "You prepare to climb over first, and then Mr. Li will knock on the door opposite to attract the murderer's attention. You take this time to climb over, and after you jump over, if you really see the murderer, if the angle allows, don't hesitate to knock on the door and shoot immediately. You must be fast, do you understand? If you can't do it, we would rather wait for the sniper."

"..." Jiayi went through this process in her mind, thinking over and over again every link, and carefully judged it before raising her head, "OK!"

"...Okay." Fang Zhenyue turned to look at Mr. Li, "Are you ok?"

"I can do it, sir!" Mr. Li nodded enthusiastically at first, and then asked, "The murderer doesn't have a gun, right?"

"I don't think so." Fang Zhenyue looked directly at Mr. Li. He wanted to make sure that he was not exaggerating.

Mr. Li looked back at Fang Zhenyue, thought for a while, and then clenched his fist, "I can do it."

"No matter whether you succeed or fail, as long as you have done what you should do, I will give you a big gift." Fang Zhenyue said solemnly.

"Haha, no problem, sir, it's a cooperation between the police and the public." Mr. Li rarely had such a moment in his life. He felt that this would become a highlight moment that he would tell his children and grandchildren over and over again. He blushed and nodded again.

Fang Zhenyue then took the long rope handed over by the old lady from Unit B in a deep voice, pulled it to make sure it was firm, and then tied it

carefully around Yi Jiayi's waist, "Jump over, stand firmly, and then pull the knot. Pull it like this, do you understand?" "Got it." Jiayi looked at Fang Zhenyue with a frown, squatting down and tying the knot for her very carefully, and whispered, "Brother Yue, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"..." Fang Zhenyue looked up, looked at her for a few seconds, then stood up, raised his fist to hit her, and then the two walked to the balcony, and after making preparations, turned around and nodded to Mr. Li.

Mr. Li saw respect in the eyes of the two police officers. Ordinary people live ordinary lives all their lives, but to be respected and relied upon in such a life-and-death situation made his blood boil and his adrenaline surge. He was no longer afraid or nervous. He put the rolling pin handed to him by his mother behind his waist, turned around and walked out of the room, stood in front of the opposite door, took a deep breath, knocked on the door, and followed what Fang Zhenyue had taught him, saying:

"Hello, Mr. Wang, here is a police hotline number, please write it down. Please open the door."

His voice was surprisingly steady and low. He did not reveal his nervousness, and he was really trying to learn Fang Zhenyue's voice and tone.

At the moment he knocked on the door, Fang Zhenyue had already grabbed Jiayi's arm and lifted her up to the balcony's cement wall. He then protected her with both hands and led her out of the balcony window. He watched her walk slowly along the window, with a firm face, focused and courageous.

The next moment, Jiayi jumped lightly. He leaned over and watched her land on a short section of cement wall outside the glass window of the balcony next door. She held the pipe tightly with both hands, exhaled a breath she had held, and then took a deep breath.

His eyes followed her line of sight, watching her carefully go around the glass window without being discovered or encountering any danger.

But his heart was still tense, his hands were cold, and he felt nervous and scared for a rare time.

It was not until Jiayi finally jumped silently from the opposite balcony window and squatted on the opposite balcony that he finally felt relieved. After Jiayi

untied the rope from her waist and tied it to the iron fence inside the balcony, he raised his body and sat on the balcony window, confirmed that the rope was tied tightly around his waist, and then stood carefully on the concrete outer wall.

No longer paying attention to Jiayi's movements, he wanted to jump over quickly after her so that he could meet her faster.

Under the dim moonlight, a group of people passed through the distant street and came here quickly.

From a distance, they looked up and seemed to see a tall figure, jumping vigorously and moving smoothly.

…

Jiayi grabbed the pipe above her and gritted her teeth to avoid looking at the darkness behind her. She stared at the balcony and saw an open space in the open window. She jumped up suddenly, put her legs in front of her, and leaned back with her arms retracted.

Liu Chang completed a series of light movements. She still didn't dare to breathe deeply. She squatted quickly, turned her head and looked at the washing machine next to her. She moved her cat body behind the washing machine and then looked inside the house.

The male owner in the living room was under the command of the murderer. With a pale face, he used his pajamas belt to tie his wife's hands, and then used his wife's belt to tie her feet.

The murderer was standing by the door, with his back against the wall. He heard the knock on the door and gritted his teeth anxiously, whispering to the male owner to hurry up, faster.

The murderer was holding a little girl in his arms, her mouth covered by the murderer's hand, crying with tears and snot all over her face. The little girl was probably having trouble breathing due to a blocked nose from crying, her face was red, her legs kept kicking, but her strength seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

The murderer in the house was the same person she saw in her mind flow image. Those horrible images that were replayed over and over again reappeared in front of her. Anger filled her heart, and the little fear left in Jiayi's chest disappeared.

She clenched her teeth and was calmer than she thought.

She looked up at the door in front of her, and decided in a split second how to break the door. What if it didn't break open at once? Her eyes

suddenly fell on the door handle. Jiayi's right hand opened the holster buckle with a click, and the next moment she had the pistol in her palm. Her

fingers gently pushed open the safety, and she slowly stood up. In a very short time, she had analyzed the environment in the house and calculated all the actions she would do next, including her position. She even rehearsed the possible reactions of the murderer and her response.

Then, without any hesitation, he suddenly stood up, pressed the door handle and pushed hard.

The moment the balcony glass door was pushed open, Jiayi had already flashed into the living room.

When everyone looked at her in confusion, Jiayi had already stood firmly, stretched her arms, held the gun with both hands, and pointed the gun directly at the murderer -

under great mental pressure, when the detective faced the murderer at close range, the most instinctive and fastest way to make the body balance quickly and shoot steadily is to use the equal triangle shooting style.

Jiayi knew that the biggest variable at this time, and the reason why the police did not dare to forcefully break in, was that they were afraid that the murderer would hurt the hostage after being stimulated.

The reason for calling in a sniper this time was to kill the murderer silently and without provoking him.

Even if it was a sniper, in such a dark situation, if he could not kill with one shot, then this sniper mission would not only fail to accomplish his mission, but would also become the "culprit" that provoked the murderer.

So Jiayi had to be quick and ruthless.

As soon as she stood still, the eyes of several people in the room had not yet focused, and they were still in a state of confusion and had no idea what was going on, Jiayi had already pulled the trigger without hesitation.

She had no soft heart, and no hesitation, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the murderer's temple.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the bullet flew out.

Jiayi did not relax. She still maintained her shooting posture, her facial muscles tensed, and her eyes flashed with a sharp light. Her fingers moved so quickly that they even appeared as phantoms. The next moment, she had fired again, shooting the murderer in the shoulder.

It had to be fast!

And it had to be foolproof!

The two bullets were fired only a few seconds apart and were far away from the little girl's head, showing that Jiayi had considered the safety of the hostages before shooting.

She fired two shots in a row, one to kill the murderer, and the other to prevent the murderer from losing his ability to hold and swing the knife if he did not die immediately. At least, she had to ensure the safety of the hostages.

The two shots fired by Jiayi hit the murderer almost at the same time.

The naked eye could not tell which shot hit first. The Biantou Tuo couple screamed in shock, and saw a gun-wielding fairy suddenly descend from the sky, raising her gun and shooting. The next moment, the murderer shook uncontrollably twice, and the dagger in the murderer's palm, which was pressed against their daughter's neck, fell to the ground with a clang.

The next moment, the knocking on the door stopped, and Jiayi still held the gun tightly, considering whether she needed to continue to fire.

And there was a figure behind her, like a ghost, who rushed out and helped her solve the problem in front of her -

Fang Zhenyue rushed out and controlled the murderer's hands with extraordinary skill, and pressed the opponent with his own weight, making him kneel on the ground.

"Click!" Two sounds, no matter whether the murderer is dead or alive, both hands have been captured, there is no chance of turning over and hurting anyone.

The tension in Jiayi's heart finally relaxed, her body softened, and she staggered back two steps. Fortunately, she leaned against the balcony door and finally stood.

Her hands, which had been very steady, finally began to tremble slightly. She slowly put the pistol back into the holster and locked the buckle with a click.

The male owner, Bian Tou Tuo, finally came to his senses, rushed over, hugged his daughter who was lying on the ground, patted her gently with one hand, and gently covered her daughter's eyes with the other hand.

At this moment, he finally realized that the crisis was over. He raised his face, looked at Yi Jiayi, and sobbed uncontrollably. Although he was the mainstay of the family, and although he had been trying to suppress his fear to protect his wife and children, at this moment, he finally exposed his fear and turned back into a weak ordinary person.

Jiayi couldn't relax like him and suffer excessively. On the contrary, she smiled uncontrollably.

The family of three in front of her, not one was missing, all alive and well.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward, squatted down to help the hostess, the flat-headed woman, up, and untied the pajamas belt that bound her hands and feet.

Watching the flat-headed woman turn around and throw herself into her husband's arms, the family of three hugged each other, and the two parents coaxed "Dannan, don't cry" while they cried harder than the children.

Jiayi smiled with eight white teeth. At first glance, she seemed like a female villain who was happier the harder someone cried. But if you looked closely, you would find that her smile was full of high spirits.

Her lips were still pale, her cheeks and ears were still red, and her fingers in her pockets were trembling. The fear of heights and the pressure of worrying about her own mistakes when she jumped out of the window just now burst out. Her ears were ringing and her eyes were dizzy, but she was still smiling.

Caught him!

She caught him!

This beast who made her watch 40 heart-flowing images!

...

The door of the room where all the actions that night ended was finally opened. Several police officers rushed in defensively. They had received a report from Fang Zhenyue: the murderer had been captured and was in critical condition.

When they broke in, they thought they would see a gunfight scene with the murderer paralyzed on the ground, but they didn't expect that the first thing they saw was the female inspector standing in front of the balcony in the hall.

Her brilliant smile made everyone feel the joy and pleasure of "finally catching him".

The concrete "sense of accomplishment" and "victory" turned out to be such a brilliant smile.

It was moving and infected everyone to relax instantly, feeling that all the depression had disappeared and they were extremely excited.

"Inspector Yi!" Wang Jiewang shouted her name excitedly, and then turned around and was speechless and could only grin at Fang Zhenyue who had stood up.

"You can tell Neil Sir that the deadline for solving the case is set within 3 days." Fang Zhenyue suddenly spoke.

The next moment, all the police officers on the scene blushed, their blood boiling, unable to control their emotions.

Outside the door, Mr. Li, who was standing behind all the police officers and trying to see what was happening, finally saw the man lying on the ground among the crowd after all the police officers had entered the crime scene. The

not-so-tall black-faced man was kneeling on the ground, his head pressed against the tiles, his eyes were gray and lifeless. There was also a piece of sugarcane in front of him, which had been stepped on so that the juice was flying and the fibers were soft.