Beep--
At nine o'clock in the evening, in front of the Baolai Hotel in Jinhai City.
Zhang Zhixing stood on the bright street of the city on a winter night and looked at his watch again. He looked around but couldn't see Lin Gang's car, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Lin Gang has always been very punctual and would never be late unless something big happened. What happened today?
Just as he was about to send a message to ask, his cell phone dinged, but Lin Gang's message came first, a string of cell phone numbers. Zhang Zhixing was puzzled when Lin Gang's phone call came and he quickly picked up: "Hello? I'm already at the appointed place -"
"problem occurs."
"What?"
"Zhang Boming did not commit suicide, he was pushed downstairs by Jie Xing."
Zhang Zhixing was shocked instantly: "By...by whom?"
"Explanation."
The spacious and tidy living room of the duplex apartment was now in a mess. The coffee table was overturned, the furnishings were smashed, even the heavy sofa was pushed out of its place, and the floor was covered with glass shards from broken vases. The door outside the entrance hall was open, and the safety fire door in the corridor was also wide open, but the figure who ran out in panic had already fled, and even his shadow was gone.
Lin Gang was breathing heavily. The floor-to-ceiling glass windows reflected his messy clothes and hair, and there were still two blood stains on his face: "I'm sorry that I delayed until now to confront him face to face, because there was a lack of key evidence before. What if?" The 'painter' escaped charges and was beaten. The investigation team definitely believed him more than me. Just now I came to see him, and he finally admitted what happened on the afternoon of Zhang Boming's fall. Then we had a fierce conflict and he ran away. ."
Zhang Zhixing's mind was in chaos: "What did you say? What did he admit? The key doubt? What is the situation now?"
"The mobile phone number I sent you belongs to Jie Xing. Please help me triangulate it immediately." Lin Gang wiped away the blood seeping from the corner of his nose with his sleeves and said in a deep voice: "He has been stabbed by me. He shouldn't be far away, and the top priority right now is to find him. Once the location is successful, please notify me immediately, and we'll discuss the other details after we meet."
Zhang Zhixing said blankly: "Okay, okay, then you..."
"Keep in touch." Lin Gang interrupted him, and then hung up the phone without any explanation.
"..."
Zhang Zhixing did not react. He stood on the side of the road. The aftertaste of the bombshell news made him unable to move. His expression of disbelief could not be concealed for a long time.
Why did Lin Gang say that? Was Zhang Boming pushed downstairs by Jie Xing? Zhang Boming who was killed by Jie Xing? !
He hesitated for a long time, his fingers were slightly unsteady, and finally he dialed another number with a trembling voice: "...Hello?"
--At the same time, outside the back door of the community downstairs.
There were faint sounds of people boiling on the brightly lit road in the distance, the cold wind howled through the trees, and the street lamps cast dim light. Wu Yu looked back at the community again. The high-rise apartment buildings were brightly lit, and the sound of chatter and laughter and the smell of food could be heard from every window.
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Swallowing the Seas
Mystery / Thriller[MACHINE TRANSLATED NOVEL] Alternative Title: Po Yun 2 swallowing the seas, 破云2, 破云2吞海 Author: 淮上 Jinhai City Public Security Bureau newcomer Wu Yu is meek and mild, a man of few words, and completely unconcerned about the trials and tribulations p...