Chapter 117 Chapter 117 Tonight...will be a tough battle...
Half an hour later, the door of the interrogation room was opened from the inside, and Ji Yinhe walked out of the room with a confession book and a recorder.
Tear marks still clung to her chin, but her gaze had calmed. She glanced at the police officers who had immediately gathered around her and nodded, "I confess."
"We were all watching. You really are this!" Guan Ye gave a thumbs-up in conviction, his eyes unconsciously looking at the blood-stained pockets of his police pants. "But can I ask, what was that you showed Fan Zhixiong? Why did he confess so quickly... We didn't really arrest Gong Xie and Zhang San, did we?"
Qiu Peng jumped up and added, "Yes, it's that square piece of glass that can be unfolded!"
Lu Zheng glanced at the silent Ji Yinhe. He knew that she, Ji Jianguo and Lian Qiao had some little secrets that were not convenient to tell, including the phone called "Five-fold".
When she was at the Jiangtan Municipal Bureau, she had used the former Soviet Union communication equipment as an excuse to get away with it, but the people in the provincial department were all smart and it was not so easy to fool them.
He quickly came over to help explain, "This is a video recorder made by a friend of mine from Public Security University. It's a small portable TV."
"Wow!" Guan Ye's thoughts were indeed distracted, and he blinked. "So what you showed Fan Zhixiong was really an interrogation video? Doesn't this violate the law?"
Ji Yinhe put down the confession book, took out the five-fold book, and chuckled softly.
She was very grateful to Lu Zheng for helping her out, but there were some things that Old Ji and Ms. Lian would tell her the truth about sooner or later - if she guessed correctly, everyone in this world would be involved. By then, let alone the five-fold foldable phone, perhaps everyone's ideas would suffer a strong impact and there would be nothing to hide.
"Of course, we can't show the video to the suspect." Ji Yinhe unfolded the five-fold document, tapped it twice, and showed it to everyone. "This is a clip from a domestic criminal investigation drama. It's late now, and the lights in the interrogation room are dim. Fan Zhixiong will never guess that I would deceive him..."
“…” Everyone stared at the film and television clips on the five-fold screen with their mouths wide open.
"You can do this!" Guan Ye narrowed his eyes. "What kind of drama is this? Why does it feel like the interrogation equipment in it is more advanced than our provincial department?!"
"..." Ji Yinhe scratched her forehead. It was naturally inconvenient for her to say that the filming time of this drama called "I Am a Criminal Police" was nearly 30 years later and was carefully preserved by her mother in a folder called "Yu Hewei Saigao".
"It's similar to what we have here. You must be seeing things wrong." She calmly put the five-fold folded paper into her bag and cleared her throat. "Time waits for no one. Let's go back to the office and have a meeting to arrange the next work."
*
"--According to Fan Zhixiong's confession, he certainly didn't meet Gong Xie Zhangsan face to face." Ji Yinhe made several copies of the confession record and distributed one to each person. "Fan Zhixiong is unemployed and makes a living by hanging out with gang members. In the early days of social unrest, he followed a few big brothers to work as a pool hall manager. He made a lot of money and bought the imported Suzuki motorcycle he was riding at the time of the crime."
"Later, as the crackdown progressed, his big brother fell from power. Without a source of income, he could only make a living by posting flyers in the urban village and doing errands for others, including the billiard hall where he had previously worked."
"Oh, so Gong Xie Zhang San contacted Fan Zhixiong through a telephone advertisement?" Qiu Peng asked.
"No, throwing the bomb is a serious matter. They didn't dare to use people with unknown origins." Ji Yinhe crossed his arms and shook his head. "It was an old subordinate of Fan Zhixiong's boss who was shot. Judging from the time, Gong Xie should have had contacts with those gangsters in Jingzhou when he was selling drugs in Jiangtan. It's only been over a year, so it's not surprising that a few connections remain."
"Okay." Guan Ye asked, holding his chin, "Have they met up there? Where is Gong Xie Zhangsan hiding now?"
"There was no face-to-face transaction. Fan Zhixiong said a man with an older voice called him from a shop called Yellow Bird Talk Bar. He claimed to have left the package under the trash can in front of the Xinhua Bookstore, three kilometers from the train station, and agreed to pay him 5,000 yuan after the transaction was completed." Ji Yinhe tapped his elbow. "The caller must have been Zhang San. As for the money, of course, he was just trying to trick Fan Zhixiong."
Sun Gaoge shook his head in disgust. "...Fan Zhixiong is so stupid! He knew there was a bomb in the package, and he was pushed out by Zhang Sangong Xie to take the blame. But he's still so stubborn and refuses to tell the truth."
Qiu Peng's accurate assessment: "Otherwise, he would still be a useless lackey in his thirties!"
“…”
The heavy and sad atmosphere in the office finally faded a little. Jiang Nian raised his hand and asked, "Team Leader Ji, what should we do next? There's only a week left until Homecoming Night..."
"Director Tan heard... that after Xiao Wu's death, he agreed to let us set up a special task force, mobilizing all the police forces in the city."
Ji Yinhe's eyes unconsciously swept across the door of the office opposite. Twenty hours ago, Xiao Wu was standing there begging her to replace Cheng Mo and join the operation.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. "According to Fan Zhixiong's account, we can confirm that Gong Xie and Zhang San were seen at the Huangque Bar and the Xinhua Bookstore. Next, I want everyone to focus their efforts on the three-kilometer radius around these two locations, especially the intersection, which also happens to be an urban village. I suspect they're currently hiding in this area."
Everyone was taking notes carefully on the map, but Ji Yinhe focused his attention on the Golden Ring Hotel in City Hall Square, which was far away from both places.
Regardless of whether we can catch them in advance, they will definitely appear here on June 30th!
…
Outside the window, the sky above Jingzhou constantly changes light as the sun rises and the moon sets. The calendar on the desk is torn off page by page as the light fades. The phone rings incessantly, and the clues and evidence written on the large whiteboard slowly increase.
"Team Leader Ji, we found traces of Gong Xie and Zhang San's temporary stay in a small hut near the urban village garbage station, but they've already escaped!"
"Team Leader Ji, the owner of the Yellow Bird Bar saw the suspect's photo and claimed to have some impression of him, but he hasn't been there recently."
"Team Leader Ji, the clerk at Xinhua Bookstore said he hasn't seen Gong Xie and Zhang San..."
"--Yeah, I got it." Ji Yinhe, dressed in black, said calmly to the person on the other end of the phone, "The news of the train station explosion and the loss of life has spread throughout the city, and Fan Zhixiong has been detained in the detention center. Zhang San and Gong Xie are no fools. They must have known about our vigorous search and must have hidden themselves."
However, the next phone call still made her eyes turn cold.
"Team Leader Ji, we've set up surveillance around the Jinhuan Hotel and haven't found anything unusual," the captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Jingzhou Branch said over the noisy background. "Is it because we don't have enough manpower? Is the search area too small? How about you report to the Zu Department and ask them to transfer comrades from other prefecture-level branches here—"
"I think it's not a problem of manpower." Ji Yinhe sighed, "They won't take the risk of planting the bomb first. They must have sent people there that day."
"Alas," the captain sighed. "That's going to be tough. There's a mass gathering in the square tomorrow night. A conservative estimate is that several thousand people will show up. It'll be easy to take advantage of the situation."
"Don't be afraid, we just need them to come." Ji Yinhe said coldly, "It will be easier for us to catch them when they come."
"You are right, we will follow your command then!"
After Team Leader Xiao Ji hung up the phone, the mobile phone on the table over there started ringing.
She pressed the answer button, and the security guard on the other end said without surprise: "The letter you mentioned has been delivered. This time... it's a middle school student. Do you want to pursue him?"
"No need. I guess he was paid a small amount of money to run errands." Ji Yinhe walked to the window and stared at the back of the boy in school uniform and headphones who was shaking his head. "I'll ask Qiu Peng to come down and get the letter now."
"——As expected, the predicted explosion location this time is indeed the Golden Ring Hotel!"
Ten minutes later, Comrade Qiu Peng rushed into the office excitedly and nervously, holding the letter high in his hand. "Team Leader Ji, you guessed it right again!"
"It seems that this time, Gong Xie's target is his father and brother." Ji Yinhe turned around calmly, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed the number on her desk.
"Team Leader Ji." Gong He's voice sounded calmly from the other end.
"Mr. Gong, we've received the notice, and it's the same as what I predicted." Ji Yinhe took a breath and asked, "You still don't plan to change the itinerary, right?"
"Yes." Gong He laughed helplessly. "In my father's eyes, my brother is still a useless fool. He doesn't believe Gong Xie can pull off any tricks this time. Besides, this homecoming night event is very important to Chenggong Ceramics. Father hopes to use it to open up channels in Hong Kong and sell our products there and around the world."
"..." Ji Yinhe was silent for two seconds. "I understand. Our comrades died in the last explosion at the train station, so this time we will dispatch the explosion-proof team... Before the event starts tomorrow, I will arrive at the scene with the police."
Gong He said calmly, "Officer Xiao Ji, my father and I both believe that with you here, nothing will go wrong."
*
At 8 pm on June 30th, there are still two hours before the Homecoming Night event begins.
Red lanterns were hung high along the main roads of Jingzhou City. The city hall square had become a boiling ocean, and the countdown numbers kept jumping to the melody of "Pearl of the Orient".
Thousands of citizens gathered spontaneously, holding up banners that read "Welcome Hong Kong Home", turning the usually lush green square into a sea of red and gold.
Ji Yinhe leaned sideways and squeezed through an old man in a Tang suit and a young man in a baseball cap, then walked quickly towards the Golden Ring Hotel and met Lu Zheng who was standing quietly at the door.
Tonight she and Lu Zheng will pretend to be a couple attending an event.
The night wind was exceptionally hot, and she was wearing a tight bulletproof vest under her dress. The fabric was sticking to her body, and her heart was beating violently and rapidly.
"How about it?"
Lu Zheng shook her hand and said, "I've already gone upstairs."
"There are still two hours." Ji Yinhe raised his eyes and looked at Guan Ye who was standing on the second floor opposite.
Guan Ye just shook his head, indicating that the police deployed nearby still did not find anything unusual.
This was actually within Ji Yinhe's expectations. The jailbreak and the previous two cases had already proved that the two suspects, especially Zhang San, were resourceful and would not make mistakes in such matters.
It would be best if we could catch them before they take action tonight. If we can't catch them, the provincial department has also mobilized armed police with police explosion-proof shields and helmets to stand by nearby.
"Let's go up too." Ji Yinhe looked around for the last time and grabbed Lu Zheng's hand.
"Okay." He put his arm around her waist in a gentlemanly manner and asked in a low voice, "Do you have a gun? In addition to the bomb, they also have seven rounds of bullets. Tonight...it's going to be a tough battle."
Ji Yinhe felt the weapons pressed against his back and ankles, staring at the magnificent decoration of the hotel in front of him with a cold smile.
"--certainly."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
