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Coming out of the room, Lin Yue called the director.

"Hey, Director, things got messed up. Brother Bei and the three were caught by Huang Langdeng, and the gold was transported back to the bureau by Kuntai."

"I know."

There was a hoarse voice on the other end of the phone, it sounded like he had just woken up.

"Director, if those three guys confess me, you have to protect me."

"They let you out, what do you mean? Tony, what are you talking about? Could it be that you have something to do with those three thieves?"

"Director, didn't you ask me to cooperate with the three of them? You also said that if you get the gold, everyone will share it equally. If you don't get the gold, you will arrest their people for credit. No matter who is the deputy director of Kuntai or Huang Langdeng, the vacant seat of the police chief It's all mine."

"Tony, when did I ever say something like that to you?"

"You bastard is stalking me!" Lin Yue scolded angrily: "On the morning of Songpa's death, you found me and said that you were working together to make a big deal. I will do my best to keep me safe. Now it is a critical moment, tell me what you didn't say?"

"Tony, you are slander! I never said the above. I asked you to go to the director's office that day to ask about your mother's condition out of concern for your subordinates. I suggested that you temporarily stop your work and go to the hospital to accompany your mother. It is you. You insisted on tracking down the whereabouts of the thieves and looking for the whereabouts of the gold. At that time, I praised you as a hard-working and good policeman, but I didn't expect...I didn't expect you to get mixed up with three thieves. Tony, if you really did something illegal, I advise you to come to the police station to surrender within 24 hours, and considering your mother's health, I will ask the judge to consider the situation and make a judgment in your favour."

"You old ghost who confuses right and wrong and turns black and white, I hate your grandma."

"Tony, I can record the audio here. If you talk like this again, I will pursue your crime of framing."

"Okay, you are cruel enough, poisonous enough, and dark enough."

Lin Yue said angrily, and hung up the phone when he was done.

The cigarette ash fell rustlingly, and then the cigarette butt with a faint flame fell into the slop bucket and made a sizzling sound.

The corner of Lin Yue's mouth curled into a playful smile, and the matter was exactly as he thought.

Why in the plot of the movie, after killing the people in the van, Tony went to Chinatown alone to hijack Ah Xiang and force Tang Ren to tell the whereabouts of the gold, and he did not hesitate to beg for understanding?

He understands that Mr. Yan is a person who can't communicate with common sense, and going with those people must have no good fruit. After killing the people in the van, a phone call to the chief was likely made, but there was no positive response.

Desperate Tony had no choice but to put all his eggs in one basket and chose to exchange Axiang for gold to escape.

...

The seventh day of the movie plot, 6:52 am.

Qin Feng stretched his bloodshot eyes, picked up the water glass on the right side of the laptop and shook it.

The coffee was gone long ago, and a taupe rim remained on the rim of the cup.

He glanced back at the two people sleeping soundly on the bed, picked up the pillow that fell on the floor and threw it at Tang Ren's face.

"Who, who? Who hit me?"

Under the dual pressure from the police and the spirit, Tang Ren spent six difficult days and nights, and now he was finally able to relax and sleep soundly.

"Qin Feng, what are you doing!"

"Pour... pour the coffee."

"A cup of coffee, can't you pour it yourself?"

"Yes...you said it yesterday, you want...help me by the side, try...to find out what Tony wants as soon as possible."

The conversation between the two woke Lin Yue up. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up from the bed: "What happened?"

"You...you found...you found what you wanted." Qin Feng showed a smile on his tired face, and after half a day, he finally completed the task that Tony entrusted to him.

Hearing that Lin Yue got up from the bed quickly, without even having time to put on his shoes, he strode to the desk with bare feet, swiped the keyboard and mouse to find the data marked by Qin Feng.

"You little bastard deliberately teased me."

Tang Ren said loudly, "I'm your uncle, no matter how old or young you are."

"It's...a table."

"Damn, blood is thicker than water when you need someone, and you're a distant relative when you don't."

"Still... not from... from you."

While the two were arguing about closeness, Lin Yue put on his clothes and shoes, straightened his hair in front of the mirror, picked up the laptop on the table and walked outside.

"Thank you."

When the voice fell, the person also disappeared.

"Tony, call Huang SIR for a drink tonight."

The hallway was silent, no one responded.

"Damn, it runs faster than a rabbit." After Tang Ren finished speaking, he shifted his gaze to Qin Feng's face: "What exactly did he ask you to find?"

"Move... motivation!"

"What motive?"

"Criminal... criminal motive!"

"Hasn't Li's criminal motive been found?"

"He...what he was looking for...wasn't Li's criminal motive, it was...someone else's."

"who?"

"I... I guess... it's... forget it, this matter has nothing to do with... us."

"You...you want...you want to die, say...speak...half of it."

Tang Ren imitated Qin Feng's tone to express his inner dissatisfaction.

The young detective ignored him, walked to the bed and glanced at the Western oil painting "The Last Supper" hanging on the wall, and fell straight on the bed.

"Before 2 o'clock...remember to wake me up."

The morning light shone on his face through the drawn curtains, feeling a little dazzling.

After a whole night of hard work, he vaguely guessed what Lin Yue was going to do. He was confused, shocked, and understanding, but more of admiration.

Just like what I said to Tang Ren yesterday, they have been walking around in the circle, and Tony has been watching them play happily from outside the circle.

...

At 1:13 p.m., Lin Yue got off the taxi and walked towards the courtyard ahead.

The electric door was tightly closed, and a dome camera slowly rotated to bring the surrounding area into the monitoring range.

Lin Yue went to the door and rang the doorbell.

Soon, the electric door opened, and a man in a gray vest with a dragon tattoo on his arm came out.

There was no verbal communication, the two just glanced at each other, and the man tilted his head back, motioning for Lin Yue to follow him in.

First there is a stone screen, and behind the stone screen is a small pond with accumulated water. The water flows out from the rockery and pours into the pool below with a soft splash. There are many pomegranate trees planted in the yard, and there are a few plumeria flowers in the corner, and bees are drilling in and out of the core.

Lin Yue walked dozens of meters along the stone road at his feet, and came to a wooden building surrounded by green plants.

Four strong men stood at the door, one of them led a majestic Rottweiler dog, and kept looking at the visitors with the eyes of examining the prisoners.

"Wait." A man with a crew cut came over, touched Lin Yue's chest and waist, checked the contents of the computer bag in detail, and let him into the living room after confirming that there was no danger.

There was a circle of sofas around the large coffee table. Mr. Yan was wearing a light blue shirt and sitting directly opposite the door, with his hands folded on Erlang's upturned legs, and he looked at the people coming outside with playful eyes.

Behind him stood two strong men, wearing black clothes, black trousers and black leather shoes, the muscle lines on their arms were clearly visible.

"I haven't sent anyone to look for it yet, but you actually delivered it yourself."

Lin Yue ignored the nearly stagnant atmosphere in the field and the hostile gazes around him, and went straight to sit down.

Mr. Yan raised his eyebrows, his eyes were slightly cold. In terms of his attitude towards young people, he doesn't care whether he is polite or not, but he cares whether the other party is polite or not.

"When I was drinking in Ye Shanghai that day, I said that if you can't find the gold within three days, I will throw you into the Chao Phraya River to feed the crocodiles."

Lin Yue ignored him, and unzipped the computer bag on his own, took out the laptop and put it on the coffee table, pressed the power button, and said bluntly: "Well, there is such a thing."

His expression was very calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Mr. Yan said: "You don't think that the gold has been recovered, and this matter is over."

"of course not."

After the operating program was loaded, the screen flashed, and a voluptuous model lying on the cover of the sports car was reflected in Lin Yue's pupils.

"Because I killed your man."

While speaking, he threw a photo in front of Mr. Yan.