Bro, you are a policeman, not a thug

The streets in the early morning are quiet and peaceful.

The smoke from the snack stalls rises, adding a touch of liveliness to the tranquility...

Xiao Mu and Ye Wu each held a pancake and sat on the curb.

"Do you think I'm sick?"

Xiao Mu spoke slurredly and had a blank look in his eyes.

You said that if we were at home at this time, Brother Qiu’s little body would have already come close to us.

A bunch of delicious food was prepared and served to him like a young master.

and so……

He actually gave up the simple and boring life of a rich man and ran out to suffer.

Is this just some serious illness?

"Ha ha……"

Ye Wu laughed loudly, looking at his younger brother as if he were a psychopath, mixed with a hint of pity, "Is it still up to you now?"

A person listed as 'Chu'.

Life has completely changed, and every move is under the eyes of countless people.

Unless Xiao Mu himself ruined his own savings.

Otherwise, he would have no control over his life.

While Ye Wu was envious, he also felt a little gloating.

Wouldn't it be better not to meet the old man?

Live it!

……

The results of the investigation ordered by Xiao Mu came out.

There were problems with the two suspect vehicles.

Untraceable.

It was also discovered that a car accident and drowning occurred on that day, and someone saw an air cushion craft in the river.

The clue is broken!

"It has been confirmed that it is them."

After listening to the report from the national security personnel, Xiao Mu sneered, "Find them out."

This is Dragon Country, my territory.

A hacker plus a state machine.

What can you use to fight me?

……

How to find clues?

Remember the 'manager' who was driving among the three victims?

There's something wrong with this guy!

A company owner, a company manager, and a company technical manager.

They were all delicate and had drunk wine.

Do you think this kind of person would joke with his own life?

If not, why did the manager drive instead of calling a designated driver?

Xiao Mu held his mobile phone and looked at the surveillance camera at the hotel entrance.

Watching the three of them get on the car that night.

I watched as the manager of the media company's technical department took out his cell phone, as if to call a designated driver.

As a result, he was stopped by the manager.

Then the manager got in the car and drove away... Xiao Mu had a sneer on his face.

Let’s think about this haunted incident again.

Why would media companies so aggressively spread information about hauntings, causing adverse effects and sparking panic among the public?

Is it possible that it’s because of this manager?

Infer from this.

Was this manager coerced or bribed by external forces into turning to outsiders?

Was it someone outside who asked him to drive into the river?

In the end, even he himself was silenced!

Let’s review the haunting again.

A problem can be found.

The means of setting up a haunted scene are not something that ordinary people can do.

Can we judge that this is also the method used by those outsiders?

Otherwise, think about how a good person could suddenly become mentally ill, as if he was "silenced" by someone. Do ordinary people have such means?

This raises another question.

Why did those people create ghosts in the room?

The video cannot be spread, isn’t the ‘ghost knocking on the window on the 11th floor’ video enough?

Xiao Mu thought about the cause and effect of this case.

Who discovered the suspect Fan Zhengping?

A colleague.

Can we assume that this colleague should not have appeared and that Fan Zhengping would have died tragically at home?

The four surveillance videos in the house will also be leaked somehow.

To create a bigger sensation on the Internet with the 'ghost knocking on the window on the 11th floor' video?

But all this was ruined by a colleague who suddenly showed up.

Some people had no choice but to quickly release the video of 'ghost knocking on the window on the 11th floor'.

If this reasoning is valid.

Xiao Mu suspected that the suspect Fan Zhengping was not "mentally ill".

Did someone go to the hospital and turn him into a 'mental patient'?

Is there really such a method in the world?

Always trust the Special Service.

Is it difficult for them to turn someone into a 'mental patient'?

Think about those people in high positions of power abroad.

Died suddenly, in a vegetative state, and mentally ill.

Are there not enough examples?

"You go to the hospital to look for clues, and I'll check on the manager's family."

Xiao Mu said to Ye Wu, "Don't move now that you've found a clue. Wait for me."

"I understand." Ye Wu nodded.

It is clear how powerful those foreign special forces are.

He was shot once, and it was his younger brother who avenged him.

What if another top secret agent appears?

Not to mention the public security police, even ordinary national security police are courting their deaths.

Only the special agents can catch those special agents!

……

9 o'clock in the morning.

Xiao Mu appeared in an apartment complex.

The home of the victim's 'manager'.

Xiao Mu took a look at the community environment and walked towards the door of an apartment building.

Sudden.

Xiao Mu stopped, wrinkled his nose, and his face darkened instantly.

He smelled gun oil!

As we all know, even police officers are not allowed to carry guns when they go home.

Only national secret service personnel, security personnel, and special personnel are allowed to carry guns 24 hours a day.

If there were such people in this building, how could they not know about it?

Hand of destruction... Xiao Mu pressed his palm on the unit door.

Instantly destroy the unit door lock and open the door.

Following the smell of 'gun oil' into the corridor, I emerged into... the stairwell.

Xiao Mu sneered.

I don’t dare take the elevator. Is it because there are surveillance cameras?

He walked up the stairs, step by step.

Huh?

Xiao Mu found himself being 'locked' by a pair of gazes.

This sight came from the building opposite, staring at him through the stairwell window.

Interesting... Xiao Mu pretended not to see it and continued walking upwards following the smell of gun oil.

2nd floor, 3rd floor, 4th floor...7th floor.

His gaze outside the window always followed him.

It is certain that this person is definitely not a top-level special services officer.

Because those top special agents all know that masters have very strong perception.

If you dare to stare at someone like this, he will discover you in minutes.

7th floor corridor.

Xiao Mu sniffed the scent while opening his keen ears.

The 'sound' of the entire building entered my ears.

His eyes also looked at a door, 702.

His keen ears told him that there were two breaths in the room.

One of the women was breathing very rapidly.

He was still breathing through his nose, making rapid sounds and his heartbeat was extremely fast.

At the same time, there was a breath and a heartbeat behind the woman, a man's.

Hijacking... Xiao Mu narrowed his eyes.

702 is the home of that "manager".

This woman must be the wife of the 'manager'?

A hint of sarcasm and sneer appeared on Xiao Mu's face.

The power of imitation - fleas, rhinoceros.

Bang...There was a roar under Xiao Mu's feet.

boom!

The security door was slammed open and Xiao Mu's body flew into the house.

Appeared in the living room.

While in the air, Xiao Mu saw two people standing in the living room, a man and a woman.

The woman was kidnapped and the man was holding a strange pistol in his hand.

The muzzle of the gun was pressed against the woman's forehead.

However, during this process, Xiao Mu's arm had already been raised.

An exaggerated pistol was held in his hand, with the muzzle pointed at the man.

boom!

The man's wrist holding the gun exploded, and blood fell along with a broken hand.

Xiao Mu landed and turned around.

boom!

The kitchen window exploded, and forty meters away, the windows on the sixth floor opposite shattered.

A man who was aiming a pistol was shot in the head and fell down instantly.

Xiao Mu then turned around slowly and looked at the man who was screaming and retreating.

The expression and eyes are very strange.

"No, someone is testing me?"