However, this cannot be blamed on Liu Datong; if he hadn't entered the house, he wouldn't have been able to determine Wang Yunfeng's identity as a suspect.
Anyway, it doesn't matter. As long as Wang Yunfeng dares to come to this rented room again, Ning Zhiheng will arrest him immediately.
Because he never intended to play the long game.
Once Wang Yunfeng is captured, he should be subjected to severe torture to extract a confession. If that fails, his last memory before death should be extracted using his own abilities.
This method is very domineering, and it doesn't depend on whether you're willing or not. Nothing can stop Ning Zhiheng from obtaining the information he wants.
Thinking of this, Ning Liheng stopped dwelling on the issue and said, "Based on what we know now, only the landlord knows Wang Yunfeng's true appearance."
Liu Datong and the other two nodded in unison. It was indeed true; they hadn't seen Wang Yunfeng. Neither had the neighbors; all the information they had came from the landlord.
"Could it be that there's something wrong with this landlord?" Chen Yanqing suddenly realized.
Ning Zhiheng shook his head: "That's unlikely. Anyone with a brain wouldn't choose their own house as the communication location; it would be too obvious. Besides, he could fabricate a more plausible identity. First of all, the dentist's identity is a flaw."
Ning Zhiheng suddenly thought of something and asked, "Does this landlord have any family members? Did his family see Wang Yunfeng when he went to pay the rent? If his family did see him, then it means that Wang Yunfeng is a real person, and the landlord can basically be ruled out as a suspect."
“He has a family, a wife and a son and a daughter. I didn’t have any records of this person’s situation, and I didn’t initially consider him a suspect!” Chen Yanqing added from the side.
“It’s eight o’clock in the evening, not too late. I need to meet this landlord tonight,” Ning Zhiheng said in a deep voice.
Time is of the essence now; sometimes that's just how it is—opportunities are fleeting. Not a single minute can be wasted.
Liu Datong and the other two did not expect Ning Zhiheng to be in such a hurry, but Commander Ning's orders could not be disregarded.
Without further ado, Ning Zhiheng stood up and waved for the three of them to leave together.
Beihua Street is quite a distance from Ning Zhiheng's residence. Liu Datong and the other two also walked there, which took up a lot of time.
Ning Zhiheng's residence was very close to the Military Intelligence Bureau. When choosing a house, he mainly considered the convenience of commuting to work.
He first led the three back to the Military Intelligence Bureau, an important military institution, which remained heavily guarded even at night. Ning Zhiheng was not allowed to bring strangers in unless he had the necessary permits.
He told them to wait at the gate. He retrieved a military jeep, and the four of them headed to the landlord's residence.
On the way, Chen Yanqing gave a brief introduction to the landlord. The landlord's name was Liu Molin, a local of Nanjing. He was wealthy, with many ancestral properties that he rented out. His wife was a teacher at a nearby elementary school, and they had a son and a daughter; he had a clean background.
They quickly arrived at Liu Molin's residence, a detached two-story building. Although it was already dark, it was still possible to vaguely see that the exterior was exquisitely decorated, indicating that it was a residence of considerable quality.
Chen Yanqing went up and knocked on the door. After a while, the person inside asked what was wrong. The two seemed to know each other and, recognizing Chen Yanqing's voice, opened the door.
"Why are you here again? It's so late. Is something urgent?" A middle-aged man asked, sounding somewhat helpless.
"Brother Liu, there were some things that weren't recorded this afternoon, so I'll have to take up a little more of your time," Chen Yanqing said politely.
Locals like Liu Molin, who have some wealth and whose ancestors have lived here for generations, have extensive networks of connections. Unless there's an unavoidable conflict, they generally don't want to offend the police.
Liu Molin opened the door and let the group in. Nanjing, after all, was the capital of the country, and especially since most of its residents were wealthy, the security situation was relatively good. Plus, they knew each other; otherwise, he wouldn't have let them in so easily.
That's the advantage of having local connections; it makes everything much easier. Otherwise, even if Ning Zhiheng came alone, he wouldn't be able to get the door opened.
After the group sat down in the living room, Liu Molin saw Ning Zhiheng, an unfamiliar face, and asked, "Young man? I've never seen you before. Are you a new colleague at your police station?"
Although Ning Zhiheng looked very young, he was the most composed in terms of demeanor. After Liu Datong and the other two entered the room, they were clearly standing behind him.
Liu Molin was an experienced man and could tell that Ning Zhiheng was probably the leader among them, so he asked.
Ning Zhiheng gently waved his hand to stop Liu Datong's introduction. He took out his military officer's identification from his jacket pocket: "Ning Zhiheng, Operations Captain of the Military Intelligence Division."
Upon hearing the words "Military Intelligence Department," Liu Molin's eyelids twitched violently. Damn it, they weren't police officers!
Unlike ordinary civilians, Liu Molin had heard of this military intelligence agency, one of the few privileged departments in Nanjing.
This department, in particular, controls the military, police, and gendarmerie, wielding terrifying power. Even my brother-in-law, a section chief in the municipal government, had specifically warned me to stay as far away from such a powerful military institution as possible; getting involved with it would be a disaster, potentially costing you your life!
She secretly resented Liu Datong and Chen Yanqing for bringing such a man-eating tiger into their home, but she kept a straight face.
He reached out and took it for a careful inspection. The workmanship was exquisite, and Ning Zhiheng's photo was clearly printed on it, so it shouldn't be fake.
He respectfully returned the documents to Ning Zhiheng with both hands, bowing and smiling apologetically: "I am so sorry, I did not expect it to be the commander of the Military Intelligence Department who came to visit. I am so sorry for not welcoming you properly!"
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