The Murderer Acted So Well, The Special Police Asked Me How Many Years I Had Squatted

Murata was knocked down by the security guard.

Security stood firmly in place, a little dazed.

He had received professional military training, and his body instinctively fought back, but his brain hadn't reacted yet.

He looked at Murata who fell to the ground.

Although I don't understand what happened, did I make a contribution?

Murata's cheek was stuck to the cold ground, and his brain was in a mess.

how so? Why didn't it work?

The consultant even counted "the car will come", I should be able to get the money smoothly, why...

When another security guard came back from work, he was also a little confused when he saw this scene: "What's going on here?"

The companion shrugged: "He wants to attack me and take the money away."

The man slipped into the bank without a weapon. He actually wanted to wait at the door of the vault and rob the car?

It's ridiculous, comparable to Florida, which doesn't keep idlers.

The two looked at each other, and finally couldn't hold back:

"Kukuku..."

"Hahaha……"

After laughing, they didn't think about business.

"Speaking of which, how should we deal with him?"

"It can only be handed over to the police."

After reaching an agreement, two security guards stepped forward, trying to control Murata.

The words "Hand over to the police" fell into his ears, and Murata trembled. He desperately avoided the security guards and hurriedly took out his cell phone.

To his surprise, the phone was not hung up and the consultant was still by his side.

Murata shouted: "Consultant! What should I do?"

consultant? The two security guards stood still and looked around vigilantly.

Does he have accomplices?

However, in the silent space, only Murata's voice echoed.

This is the last straw. Murata firmly believes that as long as the [Advisor] is willing to help, he will be able to escape.

After five or six seconds, there was a rustling noise in my ear.

Murata immediately held his breath and concentrated.

Just listening to the headset, the consultant spoke:

"The trick was a big success."

He also said this sentence in Japanese, and after finishing speaking, the consultant hung up the phone.

Murata's face was ashen, and he sat down on the ground slumped, and then was rushed up by two security guards and held him down.

In the studio, Li Si put down his phone, feeling a little nervous.

"Is this considered a success?"

Kimura has no expression on his face, not to mention whether it will be successful or not, it is still uncertain whether our program will be broadcast or not.

Fatty Hei turned his head and looked at Liu Jinsheng with grief and indignation.

I was really blind to let you bring over such an evil star!

Liu Jinsheng didn't dare to look at him, feeling ashamed for the first time. He had to admit that having Li Si on the show was a bit of a bad idea.

The old handsome guy has worked with Li Si several times and knows that he has some abilities that are different from ordinary people.

It's just that I didn't expect Brother Li to be so ruthless as soon as he made a move, turning the variety show of Xiaotian upside down.

"Then today's recording..." the assistant tried to slow down his voice, for fear of offending Kimura.

Kimura hesitated to speak, and finally, thousands of words turned into a long sigh.

"Let's end it early, and I'll explain the situation to my superiors."

Several people stayed for more than half an hour, and it was somewhat impolite for the chief to leave immediately.

Seeing that it was about the same time, Liu Jinsheng took Li Si to leave, but several men in suits suddenly broke into the studio.

They wore sunglasses and had fierce expressions.

Seeing them, Kimura immediately trembled with fright, and the fat on his face trembled: "Xing, criminal police?"

The policeman who walked in the front had gray hair. He took off his sunglasses, looked around, and looked at the dazed entertainers one by one.

"My little Xi, I have a case that I need to ask you all about."

Xiaoxi's eyes are sharp. He is a veteran detective for more than ten years. Sometimes just by looking at him, he can make criminals bow their heads.

But the performance of the artists was unexpected.

They whispered for a while, then looked at Li Si in unison.

Li Si gave Xiaoxi a harmless smile, and said hello: "Hello, sir, are you looking for someone named [Consultant]?"

Xiao Xi stared at Li Si and nodded slowly.

He smelled a dangerous aura from the young man in front of him.

Li Si stretched out her hand skillfully: "I am the consultant."

Then he added: "But sir, you've got to believe me, I'm absolutely innocent."

...

Li Si was taken out of the TV station.

Before leaving, Xiaoxi asked him if he had anything else to say to his friends.

Li Si thought for a while, and shouted to Liu Jinsheng: "Don't forget to book a sukiyaki restaurant tonight!"

Xiaoxi can't understand Chinese, but she always feels that when Li Si said this, the expression on her face was very awkward.

He stuffed Li Si into the police car and took him all the way back to the police station.

Li Si was not idle in the car, he fumbled here and there: "Your car is very good, a little more expensive than the mainland ones."

With a dark face, Xiaoxi stepped on the accelerator to speed up.

Half an hour later, the interrogation room.

"Name?"

"gender?"

"Occupation...forget it."

Under the bright bulb, Li Si didn't speak, but just opened his eyes wide.

His reasons are very good. I am a foreigner and I don't understand.

Xiaoxi rubbed her forehead, regretting not bringing the translator from the TV station.

He stood up, condescending, looking very oppressive: "I warn you, don't play any tricks!"

Li Si gave a thumbs up: "Sbarasi!"

Detective Xiaoxi felt his temples throbbing. He pushed open the door and yelled outside: "Find me someone who can speak Chinese!"

The other detectives looked at each other, and someone really came up with a solution.

"A few days ago, a mainland policeman came to our affiliated hospital for recuperation. Now go to him, and you should be there in three hours."

Xiaoxi frowned: "Three hours? Will it be too long?"

He stroked his stubble and kept thinking. At this moment, Xiaoxi heard a voice from the interrogation room:

"I'm so hungry, do you have food here?"

"What did he say?" Xiaoxi asked.

A clerk who knew a little English replied timidly, "He's hungry."

"brute….."

Xiaoxi stroked his forehead and waved to the clerk: "Go, use our activity funds to buy him some rice balls."

He paused: "Also, quickly send someone to invite that mainland policeman over."

After arranging everything, Xiaoxi frowned, took the documents and walked into the smoking room to smoke.

Older criminal policemen basically have this problem, they can't leave their cigarettes.

He looked through the file carefully.

In this case, the result is actually nothing. No one was injured and no bank property was damaged.

But during the interrogation of the man named Murata, Xiaoxi was very interested in a person he called a "consultant".

According to Murata, the consultant communicated with him by cell phone.

The [consultant] asked him to walk around the bank a few times and report the number of cameras.

Then, under his guidance, Murata successfully bypassed most of the monitoring and reached the vault gate all the way.

Xiaoxi was smoking.

The setting of bank cameras follows the [one-three principle], that is, one lens and three dead spots.

In theory, it is indeed possible to determine the places that cannot be captured by surveillance according to the position of the camera.

But this is just theory, no one can actually do it until consultants show up.

With this ability, if he wanted to, he could easily hack into most banks in the island nation.

Xiaoxi smoked one cigarette after another until someone opened the door and came in.

"The mainland police are here?"

"No." The criminal policeman who came in was very disturbed.

"We've spent one-third of our activity funds, and he hasn't had enough to eat, so I..."

Xiaoxi dropped the document.