Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 67: Three graves 30

"Old sentence, did you do it well in the morning?"

Jiang Chao asked in a very uncertain tone, as if he couldn't imagine how someone could go so deep.

Xunlian seemed to have guessed that the problem was inside the serious case. What he did, however, first ruled out the possibility of Zheng Dongdong and the Chen family to ventilate and report, and gave ICPO police officers time to pass the message. There are really dark creatures like ghosts, and they will probably be impatient to report to the owner that their game is almost over.

But the question is, who can figure out from the beginning of the game to how to counterattack the opponent at the end? It just makes no sense.

Ren Xian is still strangling. The dynasty unplugged a USB flash drive from the notebook and threw it at him: "This is the monitoring video just now. It monitors the emotional reactions of your people, looking for a micro-emoticon analyst or something. Take a look. "The boy grinned and blinked, revealing the white tiger teeth," Don't worry, this is all I should do. "

Looking at the small USB stick, not only was he the leader of the team, Deputy Captain Jiang felt goose bumps all over his body, he looked at Zheng Wo at the table and thought about whether he would smoke a cigarette again, saying: "Why the **** didn't I find your mind was so heavy?"

"It's all routines, routines," the captain laughed.

Perhaps the smile of Xun Conglian was too abominable, and Ren Xian finally woke up.

He stood up and bowed to each other, saying, "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome." Xun Cong nodded even before he planted the wickedness that was not pleasing to anyone.

Ren Xian was looked up and down. He always felt like the prey that was hunted by the hunter. When his back was hairy, he heard the other party say, "There is a little thing, and I have to be the leader of the team."

It's just a help, it shouldn't be too much trouble: "Please say it," he replied.

"Whether or not there is a ghost inside, I also want to ask the team leader to pretend to investigate Fang Zhiming's case during this period of time so as to give us some time."

Xuncong is very polite.

Hearing this, Ren Xian nodded, but he felt relieved. The other party probably just wants to count the plan so that the black hands behind the scenes have already tried to confuse the other party. To him, of course, it's just a hand of help: "No problem, please rest assured."

He said, salute, turned and walked towards the door, ready to go downstairs to deal with those dirty matters.

When he pressed his hand on the door panel, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Can you take the liberty of asking, are you?"

"The captain of the Hongjing Interpol Brigade, the punishment is from the company."

Although I know that this is probably the name and title of the other party, but at any moment, there is always a feeling of being blocked.

He frowned, and for a moment he saw his young instructor.

The 18-year-old boy hid behind his boss and secretly wiped his neck.

Ren Xian was horrified, ready to leave without hesitation and vowed not to ask a word again. Suddenly, he heard the captain of Hongjing Interpol spoke again.

"As the team leader, it's really hard for you. You have to deal with the internal affairs of the serious case team and help us."

Ren Xian turned around, always felt like he missed something?