At the top floor entrance of the apartment, Ma Xiang stood in front of the luxurious door and curiously looked up and down for a long time. Just as he was about to press the doorbell, he suddenly remembered something and quickly pulled out his phone to dial Yan Ji's number.
Ten seconds later, the door was opened and Yan Ji poked his head out with his upper body naked.
"Aiyo, Yan Ge, I missed you so much —"
"Shh!"
Ma Xiang stopped abruptly, as if someone had stuffed a raw egg into his throat. Yan Ji put his index finger in front of his lips and then pointed in the direction of the bedroom and said sternly, "Be gentle! Your Consultant Lu is sleeping! "
Ma Xiang, "…"
Ma Xiang, who was dumbstruck, watched Yan Xuan turn around and enter the house. His mind was full of "Yooooo ~" rippling in waves.
"Did you bring the things?"
On the second floor of the duplex apartment, Yan Ji sat on a rattan chair on the balcony and put a can of cola that he had just taken out from the fridge in front of Ma Xiang. Then, he took out a cigarette and lit it. He took a deep puff.
Ma Xiang took the gun from his back and handed it to him. "There are a total of five bullets registered under my name. You must take it easy. If there's only one bullet in here and I can't explain where it went, I'll have to take off my police uniform and leave. "
"It's okay." Yan Ji took the gun open and counted the five bullets in front of Ma Xiang. He smiled and said with a cigarette in his mouth, "You're going to lose your job. Yan Ge will take care of you and your paper harem for a lifetime."
Ma Xiang was so touched that his nose instantly turned sour. "Yan Ge …"
"Go away, don't give it to me. Did you find out the license plate number of the grandson who followed me last night? "
Ma Xiang thought to himself, "You've officially come out of the closet, yet you're still complaining about other people giving it to you. What kind of logic is this?" He muttered unhappily as he opened the file and said, "It's all here. The silver Hyundai Elantra family car had a license plate number of C66RT3. As expected, it was a fake license plate. I pulled out the traffic surveillance video on Workers' Avenue and sharpened it, but the driver who followed you was disguised to a certain extent. I didn't manage to capture any valuable facial images. That video alone isn't enough to find more detailed clues. "
This was not out of Yan Ji's expectations. He flipped through the printed surveillance images in the folder and asked, "What about his escape route?"
"According to the surveillance footage, the Elantra suddenly changed lanes and drove into the high-tech zone east of Worker's Avenue just two minutes after the traffic police and patrolling special police were dispatched. The roads in the park are complicated, and the surveillance is incomplete. I suspect that he is very familiar with the terrain. Soon, we will no longer be able to track his escape route. "
Yan Ji stopped and stared at an image.
It was a sharpened surveillance image that was magnified several times. The angle was very clever, and it captured half of the driver's face. Because of the windshield, the face wearing sunglasses and a mask couldn't be seen clearly. But after staring at the blurry outline of the face for more than half a minute, Yan Ji suddenly had an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Have I seen this person before? He couldn't help but have this thought.
One of the important professional qualities of a criminal police officer was to observe people's faces. For a criminal police officer like Yan Ji who often dealt with all kinds of suspects, face blindness didn't exist at all. The number of faces stored in his mind was at least eight hundred, if not thousands. Many of the key fugitives could be recognized at a glance from far away.
But he stared at the driver in the image, but he couldn't determine if he was suspicious, or if he was really inexplicably familiar.
"This person has some anti-detection skills," Yan Ji frowned.
"Indeed," Ma Xiang said while drinking Coke, "But his tracking skills aren't very good. He was discovered by you immediately."
Yan Ji shook his head and said in his heart, "Not necessarily."
He was able to discover this person last night purely because he changed lanes to buy a piece of cake at the last minute. If it wasn't for the coincidence, it would have been very difficult for him to notice this stalker. After all, family cars of this color were too common and too inconspicuous.
In other words, he couldn't even be sure how long he was being followed.
"I say, Yan Ge, although we police definitely have made a lot of enemies, it's rare to hear of a criminal's family seeking revenge. This bastard dared to drive a car in broad daylight to follow the Criminal Investigation Division Deputy Chief. Obviously, he's got some guts. Why don't you report this to Deputy Bureau Chief Wei? It's better to be prepared. At least you'll have an idea in your heart. Okay? "
Yan Ji was silent for a moment. He put away his pistol and file, shook his head, and said, "Don't say it yet."
"Why?"
Ma Xiang was confused and a little instinctively uneasy. Yan Ji looked at him and casually lit up the cigarette. He frowned and said, "Because you, Yan Ge, naturally know what to do! When should I tell Old Wei that I have the final say, understand? He'll have to cancel my suspension first! "
"Oh —" Ma Xiang seemed to understand something. He whispered in a low voice, "But aren't you still having fun at home in broad daylight …"
Yan Ji stood up and knocked a chestnut on his subordinate's head.
"Also, don't tell Consultant Lu about this, in case he gets worried. Consultant Lu is already very tired at night. We'll try to let him rest during the day. Don't disturb him if there's nothing important. Do you understand? "
A row of bullet screen popped up above Ma Xiang's head. It was all: YOOOOO ~!
Yan Ji laughed and scolded, "If you understand, then get back to work!"
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