Yan Ji didn't have to wait for long. A police car came from afar and stopped beside him.
The biggest advantage of Gao Panqing was that he faithfully and carefully carried out Yan Ji's every order. When Yan Ji asked him to "personally" bring him here, he really drove Jiang Stops here alone. Before the car stopped, he rolled down the window and said, "Yan Ge, I just heard from the station that there was a public phone booth near the subway station on Hongxing Road. A girl suspected to be Bu Wei was making a few calls there. So now, should we …"
Crash! Yan Ji opened the car door with force, pulled Jiang Stops out of the car by his arm, and stuffed him into his own Phaeton.
"You go and investigate the situation first. Focus on inspecting Shen Xiaoqi's hospital, school, Bu Wei's usual place of residence, and the homes of her good friends." Yan Ji's order was concise and clear. "Once you find any clues, contact the radio at any time. Don't act on your own."
Gao Panqing replied, "Yes!" But before she landed on the ground, the Phaeton was already far away, leaving only a trail of smoke behind.
Before Jiang Stops could buckle his seat belt, he was pushed back by the inertia when the car started. Then he saw Yan Ji looking straight ahead. His left hand was on the steering wheel, but his right hand reached into Jiang Stops' trouser pocket. He accurately took out the synchronous listening device and pressed it to turn it on.
The small indicator light flickered a few times and returned to silence.
— — The battery soaked in thick salt water had indeed run out.
Jiang Ting buckled her seatbelt and rubbed her shoulders, which were a little stiff because of the violent dragging, and said in a calm voice, "What's wrong?"
"Where is Bu Wei?" Yan Ji didn't answer but asked instead.
Jiang Stops said, "I'm not Bu Wei. How would I know …" Before he finished his words, his whole body suddenly leaned forward. Yan Ji suddenly pulled to the side and stepped on the brakes!
Beep beep — The car behind them honked angrily and sped away, but Yan Ji didn't seem to hear it. He calmly turned to the front passenger seat.
"Where is Bu Wei?"
At 6: 30 in the evening, the sun gradually set in the west, dyeing half of the sky orange. The flood of people after work and after school washed through the city center. The dark car windows blocked off any peeping, but the outside world could still be seen clearly from inside the car.
Students with backpacks, housewives with hurried steps, and couples holding hands passed by on the sidewalk, casting curious glances at the seemingly ordinary but extraordinarily spacious black Volkswagen.
Jiang Stops lowered his gaze. After a short while, he looked up and asked, "You don't think I've hidden the little girl, do you?"
Yan Ji didn't show any emotion on his face, but every word was filled with oppressive power. "You did it on purpose."
"You didn't want her to tell the police more, so you planned it. You just wanted to let her go."
His phone kept vibrating in the utility trough. Reports from all walks of life kept coming in: traffic police, patrol special police, security brigade, city police … But there was no breakthrough news. Countless large nets were set up in the vast sea of people, but the little girl in the white floral nightgown was like a small fish, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Everyone was anxious and busy, and everyone was looking for her.
No one noticed the tense confrontation in the corner of the city.
"What do you want me to do, Yan Ji?" Jiang Stops finally opened his palms, as if he was a little helpless. "Bu Wei knows who I am, and she also knows what her identity is. Even if I let her go, she can't cause any more trouble, because she is already an abandoned child to the King Of Spades. But if I hand her over to the police, do you know how many lies she will tell that we don't know the truth and can't verify? If you were me, what would you do? "
Yan Ji's every word was as cold as ice. "So you would hand her over to the King Of Spades to silence her?"
"I wouldn't." Jiang Stops said flatly. "From the moment she fell into the hands of the police, the King Of Spades completely and completely disappeared from her world, and will never appear again. Of course, Bu Wei herself may not have realized this, so she made a few calls near the subway station that were destined to not be answered. "
Yan Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was severely weighing the truth of Jiang Stops' words. After a while, he slowly said, "Why do you know so much about the King Of Spades?"
Jiang Stops was about to speak when Yan Ji suddenly raised his index finger. It was a simple and powerful command to be silent.
"Do you remember the time we encountered the King Of Spades on the rooftop of Hu Weisheng's house?"
"…"
"After you knocked the killer named Aje into the corridor, I climbed up to the rooftop and saw the King Of Spades following me into the corridor with a gun. After that, in the hospital, I told you that I saw an inexplicable scene, but you were only concerned about whether I saw the King Of Spades's face, and didn't ask me what the scene was. "
Yan Ji leaned forward slightly. At such a close distance, the two could only stare at each other's eyes.
"What was it?" Jiang Stops asked calmly.
Yan Ji stretched out his right hand and slowly unbuttoned the second and third buttons of Jiang Stops' shirt. He then pulled down one side of his shirt, revealing his thin and straight shoulders.
"When you fell down the stairs, your left hand was dislocated. You didn't go to the hospital to treat it afterwards."
He paused and said, "It was the King Of Spades who reconnected it for you."
Jiang Stops's expression changed. He raised his hand to stop Yan Ji, but as soon as he moved, he was pushed back.
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