Three people and one ghost solved 43 mysterious cases.

In the early morning, the waves hit the rocks at the Star Pier.

A boat was parked at the pier, and Lei Li on the boardwalk was smoking a cigarette and holding a suitcase with money in his hand.

Beside him were four men.

After a while, a man in jeans limped towards here in the night, Song Zhize.

"What's wrong with your leg? Is it injured? Do you want me to find a doctor for you?" Lei Li said.

"What about the money?"

Lei Li raised the suitcase. Song Zhize went to get it, but Lei Li put the suitcase down again.

"What's wrong? You don't want to give it to me?"

Lei Li smiled and pointed to the boat behind him, "Look, I found the boat for you, and I also brought the money. What about the things I want?"

"You think I'm stupid. If I give you that list now, can I still leave K City alive?"

"Then I have spent so much money and done so many things, so I have to buy peace of mind. Trust me, give me the list, and I will send you away safely."

Song Zhize took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and said, I have believed in you once and almost died.

Everyone is a stickler, and no one can be trusted.

I can't take my son or my wife away. Aren't they your bargaining chip, the guarantee you want?

But let me remind you, if I get to Baxi Country and learn that something happened to my son and my wife.

That list will be sent to the Independent Commission Against Corruption immediately, and I will come back and surrender myself even if I risk my life. Even if I go to jail, I want Mr. Zhao to accompany me in jail.

After finishing speaking, Song Zhize looked at Lei Li.

The current situation is that he must leave, and his family must be fine. He was ready to fight to the death.

Lei Li had already guessed Song Zhize's actions.

What he said just now was just for show. He sighed pretending to be helpless and handed over the suitcase, "There are 3000 million in it, converted into US dollars. Count it."

Song Zhize opened the suitcase, touched the authenticity, and closed the suitcase.

He boarded the boat and saw a strong boatman standing on the boat, wearing a pair of leather shoes.

He had already guessed that Lei Li would not give in. This boatman was probably a thug hired by Lei Li.

Song Zhize said to the boatman, "You, get off the boat."

The boatman was stunned and turned to look at Lei Li on the shore.

Lei Li shouted to Song Zhize, "Hey, you can't even trust someone who runs a boat, right? How can you sail the boat if he's gone?"

"I'll drive it myself."

"Can you still sail a boat?"

"It is only right to have your life in your own hands. Let him get off the ship, otherwise the list will be sent out."

Lei Li pretended to be frustrated again and said to the boatman, "Come down."

When the boatman got off the boat, Song Zhize said to Lei Li again, "Give me a gun."

Lei Li suppressed his anger and said to his men, "Take out your gun."

The subordinate handed the gun to Lei Li, who threw it to Song Zhize on the boat, "That's all."

Song Zhize took the gun, "Thank you." He waved his hand, "Brother Lei, I'm leaving then. Goodbye, oh, no, it's best not to see you again."

Song Zhize then started the motor on the boat and the boat headed towards the sea.

10 meters, 20 meters, 100 meters, the figures of Lei Li and his men on the shore are getting further and further away.

It's safe, looking at the neon lights of K City, I will never go back again.

Song Zhize took out the map from the pocket of his jeans, looked at the coordinates displayed on the ship, and turned the rudder.

He had already prepared to go out to sea. The ship would sail for a few hours and then stop at a harbor in a neighboring country.

It's safer when we go to neighboring countries.

He would abandon the ship there, then look for a suitable boatman, then take a boat to another place, then take a car, and then take a boat again.

After wandering for many days, we finally arrived at Baxi Country.

He was going to live in the Basi Country for the rest of his life. Song Zhize lit up another cigarette. It was not bad, a country with the hand of God.

Football, wine, he had money and everything.

It's just his son and wife, he couldn't help but think sadly, he was afraid he would never see them again.

But he made a bet that as long as he was alive and well hidden, Mr. Zhao would not dare to mess around, and his son and wife could live a good life in K City.

He continued to sail the boat and continued to look at the sea in the night.

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He didn't notice that the window next to the cockpit of the boat was open.

There was a "呲" sound, the sound was very small.

Something seemed to bite him on his neck. He reached out to touch his neck and found a trace of blood.

The blood was very sparse, as if something tiny had gotten into his neck.

Song Zhize turned his head and looked out the window on the left, where a luxury yacht was slowly driving towards him.

There seemed to be two people standing on the bow of the yacht, but it was unclear who they were.

There were indeed two people standing there, Mr. Zhao, who was chewing a cigar, and a mercenary holding a tranquilizer gun.

The mercenary just aimed at Song Zhize's neck and accurately fired a shot from a hundred meters away.

cao, not good.

As soon as Song Zhize's mind came to his senses, he immediately felt the world spinning. The anesthetic gun took effect and Song Zhize fell on his head, fell on the boat, and passed out.

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When Song Zhize opened his eyes again, he was still on the boat.

Their hands and feet were tied with ropes, and there were a few more people on the boat.

The smell of cigars wafted over, it was Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao bent down, looked at Song Zhize, and smiled, "Why, you didn't even notify me to see you off when you went to Baxi Country."

Song Zhize saw the people in front of him, three mercenaries with guns, and a middle-aged man wearing glasses.

There is also Mr. Zhao who is chewing a cigar.

It's over, he's been tied up, and he can't escape from this situation now.

Unable to be nervous, Song Zhize gasped lightly, controlled it, and asked, "Why are you tying me up?"

"Stop beating around the bush, what's the password?"

"What password?"

"Your email password."

The computer that Song Zhize placed in the air-raid shelter has been found and is now in the hands of a few computer experts.

Computer experts dare not decipher the password for the time being. The report email is being sent regularly. If the deciphering fails, the letter will really be sent.

The safest way is for Song Zhize to reveal the password himself.

Mr. Zhao looked at Song Zhize's face and said, "Tell me, is it your birthday, your son's wife's birthday, or some anniversary? Let me know what number is the most memorable to you."

Song Zhize sneered, "If I said that, my life would be gone in one minute."

Mr. Zhao patted Song Zhize's face, "Do you think it will be fine if you don't say anything?"

"Then you can try. Once the email is sent out, you will also go to jail. When we are in jail, we can still play basketball together."

Mr. Zhao put the cigar butt on Song Zhize's leg, stimulating the injury on Song Zhize's left leg little by little.

Pain, excruciating pain.

"Say."

"Come on! In the worst case, we will die together." Song Zhize shouted.

"Do you think there's nothing I can do against you?" Mr. Zhao snapped his fingers.

The middle-aged man from behind came over. He was an underground doctor.

Mr. Zhao said to the underground doctor, "He will leave it to you. For a number of one hundred thousand, I will give you as much money as the password contains."

The underground doctor nodded, "Don't worry, I will do it properly. Please go outside to rest first, give me 10 minutes, and I will make this kid reveal the password."

For underground doctors to figure out the password in Song Zhize's brain, they need to be in an absolutely quiet environment.

Mr. Zhao led his men out of the cabin and returned to his luxury yacht.

The mercenaries pointed their guns at the two people on the boat. Mr. Zhao was drinking in the lounge cabin of the yacht.