After hearing what Han Zhen said, Zhao Yu felt a surge of emotion in his heart.

"Do you have any plans?"

Han Zhen nodded and said: "There is a plan, but it requires the cooperation of Officer Zhao."

"As long as it is within the scope of discipline, I will try my best to cooperate with you."

"Then please help Officer Zhao steal some evidence for me first." Han Zhen automatically ignored the first half of the sentence.

“…”

Lao Li's current mood is extremely agitated, not only because this serial murder case has made breakthrough progress, but also because his comrades have chosen to give him the credit for this case.

He, Zhao Yu, and Lao Ji were originally jointly responsible for this case. After hearing that Zhao Yu took the initiative to step aside, Lao Ji said without hesitation that he was not in good health and went home to rest.

Both of them understood clearly that since the case was about to be solved, the credit would be left to Lao Li, who was about to retire.

This made Lao Li touched and at the same time felt even more responsible. Although the facts of the case were clear now, he was solely responsible for it and could not tolerate any sloppiness. He did not want to leave any stain on his retirement.

But then I thought about it, the testimonies and physical evidence were all there, and once Li Maocheng was caught and the confession was made, there would be no chance of any surprises.

Faced with such irrefutable evidence, even if he, Li Maocheng, refused to plead guilty, there was no room for turning around.

Thinking of this, he had even planned to give Zhao Yu and Lao Ji two more cups at the celebration banquet.

At this time, the cell phone rang. Lao Li picked up the phone and just said a few words, his expression suddenly changed.

"What, Li Maocheng committed suicide too?!"

After a few simple inquiries, Lao Li hung up the phone and took a deep breath. At this time, the suspect actually committed suicide, which gave Lao Li a bad feeling. He should not let the case fall into his hands.

Before he could adjust his mentality, the sound of rapid running could be heard in the corridor.

"Team Li, Captain Li, it's not good, the evidence department called, and the evidence shows that the head is missing."

Lao Li's eyes suddenly turned black.

…

A crescent moon hangs quietly in the sky, and the dim light of the street lamp shines on the low green belt on the roadside, casting a shadow. Light and darkness intertwine, like a strange picture.

Occasionally there are pedestrians passing by in a hurry on the road, perhaps eager to rush home to enjoy the peace and tranquility after a busy day with my wife and children.

But they would not have imagined that under this quiet and peaceful night, there are still many people running, fighting, and even sacrificing their lives to protect their ordinary lives.

It was in the alley outside the back door of the bar last time that Han Zhen and Zhao Yu met again.

Zhao Yu handed a white canvas bag to Han Zhen, "I got the stuff out for you. Do you plan to use it to lure Boss Qian's wife?"

Han Zhen glanced at the canvas bag in his hand and said, "Since she went through so much trouble just for this head, she will definitely come to me if she knows this thing is in my hands."

"But how are you going to let her know that you have this thing in your hands, and where are you going to lead her to?"

"I have already chosen the place. The scrapyard in the east of the city is very suitable. As for the work of the messenger, I still have to trouble Officer Zhao."

Han Zhen thought for a while and added: "Qian Duohao committed suicide in the detention center. The police always have to notify Mrs. Qian, right? At that time, Officer Zhao accidentally let it slip that the police found that the company's goods stolen by Zheng Chunxia might be hidden in

It's a junkyard in the east of the city, but it hasn't been found yet. I think she will take the initiative to find it."

"But I have told Lao Li that I don't care about the follow-up of this case. Will I take the initiative to meet the family of the deceased at this time..."

Before Zhao Yu could finish speaking, Han Zhen said, "You don't have to go. Do you have someone under your command who is simple-minded and talks a lot of nonsense, but is very obedient?"

Zhao Yu's eyes lit up when he heard this and said, "Just wait, I'll make a call."

Then he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Zhang Ziwei. Well, I'm Captain Zhao. Listen, when Mrs. Qian arrives at the bureau tomorrow, you have to say these words in front of her... Well, yes. You don't need to worry about why, just say the exact words.

And don’t say I asked you to say it. Stop talking so much nonsense, just treat it as a secret mission.”

Zhao Yu hung up the phone, thought for a while and asked again: "Can you handle it when the time comes to lure Mrs. Qian to the scrapyard? You said you were going to prepare magic weapons last time, but I forgot to ask, have you found something to restrain her?

Is it done?”

Han Zhen replied without hesitation: "I have prepared the things, but there is actually a safer way."

"any solution?"

"That is to set up a formation in advance, wait for Mrs. Qian to enter the formation, and rely on the power of the formation to kill her, so that there is no need to fight her head-on."

When Zhao Yu heard about this method, he felt that the safety factor was high, and he quickly asked: "Oh, what about the Buddhist formation? What needs to be done? Can I help?"

"It's really possible. This formation is called Ten Thousand Thunder Shocking Formation. First, you need to find an open space in the scrapyard, build an altar with wood on the open space, and then place the dried human head on the altar..." Han Zhen said

.

"Yes, yes, there is nothing else to prepare." Zhao Yu quickly took out his notebook from his pocket and took notes.

"Then bury several tons of explosives inside the altar and wait until he uses his flying head to detonate when he approaches the altar. Something big will happen!" Han Zhen said happily.

Said enthusiastically.

Zhao Yu closed the notebook, stuffed it into his arms, and said, "I am still very curious about the power of the magical weapon you mentioned last time. I hope that the Buddhist magical weapon can indeed kill these evil spirits."

Is this a Buddhist formation? Is it shocking? This Buddhist formation is not from the Middle East, right? Are you kidding me, there are tons of explosives? I am a criminal police captain, you think I am an arms dealer? Zhao Yu is crazy in his heart

Make complaints.

…

At ten o'clock in the morning, Boss Qian's wife appeared at the police station wearing a tight burgundy dress and a graceful appearance.

"I'm sorry. Mr. Qian Duohao's suicide in the police station was due to our management oversight. We will definitely investigate this matter to the end, severely punish those responsible for the management oversight, and give you an explanation, madam." The police officer in charge of the reception was serious.

said to Mrs. Qian.

"Officer, don't worry. Although I am a womanly person, I am not unreasonable. Since Lao Qian committed suicide, I will not blame you, the police..." Mrs. Qian pretended to hide her face, but in her tone

It doesn't mean anything sad.

What the other party said made the police officer who had prepared a bunch of persuasive words not know what to say.

Just when he was stunned, Mrs. Qian from across the street gave him another wink and said coquettishly: "Officer, since the old rich man is gone and you want to investigate the body, can I get his cell phone first?"

Going back?"

The police officer thought to himself: What kind of person is this? He doesn’t care about his co-author’s death but still cares about a mobile phone?

But he said helplessly: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Qian. Due to the contents of Mr. Qian's suicide note, Marriott Company may be involved in a major smuggling case, so his mobile phone will also be investigated as evidence."

Mrs. Qian did not show any disappointment, and said to the police: "The police officer must investigate this case carefully. They are waiting for your good news."

After a few more words, the police officer escorted Mrs. Qian out of the police station like a plague.

As soon as she came back, she said to her colleagues: "Mrs. Qian is really good. Her husband is dead, and she is still dressed as if she is getting married. I was worried that she would make trouble, but she didn't look sad at all."

The colleague replied: "Let me tell you, these rich bosses don't know what they think. No matter how beautiful they are, they can't get this kind of woman."

The conversation was divided into two parts. Here, Mrs. Qian walked out of the police station door and was about to get in the car and leave.

Suddenly, a young policeman ran out rashly next to him and answered the phone loudly as he walked towards the police station.

"What, the thing that Zheng Chunxia stole may be in the junkyard in the east of the city, hasn't it been found yet? Oh, okay."
Chapter completed!