Rebirth of Hong Kong Variety Show

Chapter 120 Instant Kill
"Song Zijie, Chief Song."

Ji Bu took a quick look at Song Zijie, took out the cigarette in his pocket and gave him one, seeing that Song Zijie didn't pick it up, he lit it himself.

This was the first time he met Song Zijie.

Song Zijie is more sophisticated and handsome than he imagined, and he still has a vigor in his gestures. .

"Who are you!"

Song Zijie glanced at Ji Bu, and his tone became a little impatient: "If I'm not wrong, you are from the Brilliant Nightclub?!"

"Song Sir has good eyesight, but the information is somewhat discrepant."

Ji Bu nodded with a smile, and admitted generously: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Ji Bu, the boss of Big Boss Ji."

"Oh."

Song Zijie had the original expression: "I thought who it was, it turned out to be the upline of this white fan inside."

talking room.

He suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Ji Bu, but Ji Bu's flexible body directly avoided him, pulling him away.

"What? Song Sir wants to pull people to do meritorious service so much?!"

Ji Bu's tone was sarcasm, and he glanced sideways at Song Zijie: "I can understand your mentality, but it's wrong for you to pull me. The police can't arrest people without evidence."

"Fall on the street!"

Song Zijie threw his hands at Ji Bu again, but Ji Bu's reaction speed was always half a point faster than him, every time he could touch but couldn't catch anyone.

"okay."

Ji Bu didn't want to waste time with Song Zijie, so he stretched out his hand to signal Song Zijie to stop: "I'm here to give you the credit for the case of the counterfeit banknote syndicate, if you're obsessed with it, then I'll give the credit to others !"

"Counterfeit Group?!"

Song Zijie stopped immediately when he heard the words.

"Yes."

"Ha ha."

Song Zijie sneered: "Ghosts will believe what you people say!"

"I am very unhappy with Tan Cheng's behavior."

Ji Bu didn't pay attention to him, but continued on his own: "I've heard that Tan Cheng is in the counterfeit banknote business, so, in a rage, I directly asked someone to blow up his counterfeit banknote base, By the way, he snatched the electric board."

"Electric board?!"

Song Zijie blurted out subconsciously after hearing the words: "How is that possible!"

"Brother Ma."

Ji Bu clapped his hands, and Mark Li, who was sitting in the car beside him, opened the door and got out of the car and walked towards the two of them.

It was very abnormal, after seeing Song Zijie, Ma Keli lowered his head and avoided looking directly at Song Zijie.

"It's you!"

After Song Zijie saw Mark Lee, his expression changed, and he asked coldly, "Mark Lee, what are you doing here!"

His expression was agitated, and he spat while speaking: "Song Zihao has been arrested. Although I haven't found any evidence to drag you, it doesn't mean I won't pull you!"

"Brother Ma."

Seeing Song Zijie who was about to lose control, Ji Bu interjected directly: "Give him the things."

Mark Li took out the tapes and electronic boards under his arm and threw them to Song Zijie: "This is the evidence related to Tan Cheng's counterfeit banknote group. With this thing, your case will be solved."

"what?!"

Song Zijie looked at the electronic boards and tapes that Mark Lee sent to him, and his whole body froze suddenly, a little unbelievable.

Not only did they get the electric board, but also other evidence? !

"Brother Xiao Ma has been lurking by Tan Cheng's side, and after going through all kinds of hardships, he finally found the evidence."

Ji Bu explained for Mark Li, and looked at Song Zijie who was about to reach for the electric board, but stepped forward to block them:

"Song Sir, I spent a lot of effort to get the thing, so I can't just give it to you directly. If you want it, I have to see a little sincerity."

The role of Mark Lee is to increase Song Zijie's trust. The appearance of Mark Lee can make Song Zijie willing to believe that this is a real electric board.

Only in this way can I be qualified to negotiate and trade with Song Zijie.

"If Big Brother Ji is really okay, I will let him go naturally."

Song Zijie looked at Ji Bu warily, always feeling that the man in front of him was a little unsafe: "I warn you, don't think that you can make a deal with me if you have these two things!"

. "

Ji Bu didn't talk to him either: "Tan Cheng is dead, I need to go to the scene of his crime, you take me in."

"Shh."

When Song Zijie heard Ji Bu's words, his eyelids jumped and he reached out to touch the on his waist.

only.

But felt empty.

"Smooth"

Ji Bu held the . in his hand, flicked off the bomb bridge, and fiddled with the bomb nest to make the sound of gears turning, which was crisp and loud.

"you!"

Song Zijie subconsciously wanted to call someone.

"Tan Cheng's death has nothing to do with me, but don't you think there is a bigger case behind Tan Cheng's death?!"

Ji Bu stretched out his hand and tugged Song Zijie's collar, pulling him to his eyes:

"Think about it, why did Tan Cheng die for no reason? The person who killed him escaped unscathed, and all signs indicate that another force was involved behind it."

With sharp eyes, he asked back every word: "Don't you think this is strange? Don't you want to continue investigating?!"

"you"

Song Zijie was reminded by Ji Bu's words: "What do you want to say?!"

"I'll go to the scene of the crime first."

Ji Bu rushed to his needs again: "Only after I went to the scene to check it did I know what was going on at the scene."

"Trust me, I can provide you with many useful clues and information."

"trust you?!"

Song Zijie sneered: "You don't need to care about the shooting at the hotel. We have very professional investigators, and they will investigate it."

"You take me there, and I will give you the evidence of Tan Cheng's counterfeit banknote group."

Ji Bu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him: "It's that simple, do you want to do it or not?"

Song Zijie looked at him without speaking.

"That's fine."

Ji Bu yelled at Ma Keli, turned around and left: "Brother Ma, let's go, it seems that Song Sir is capable by himself, so we don't need our help."

"Wait a moment!"

Song Zijie looked at the two who were about to leave, and almost subconsciously stopped them.

He has been following the case of Tan Cheng's counterfeit banknote group for a long time, but there has been no useful information, and the case has not made much progress.

just now.

Tan Cheng is already dead, so it is basically difficult to check further.

The evidence in Ji Bu's hands is the only key to solving the case: "I warn you, I can take you there, but you can't mess around!"

Although he couldn't figure out why Ji Bu wanted to go to the shooting scene, after weighing the pros and cons, he still had his own choice.

"it is good."

Ji Bu nodded, and signaled Mark Li to hand over the evidence to him: "I'll wait for you outside, and I'll give you 5 minutes, you can check the authenticity of these things first."

5 minute later.

Song Zijie came out of the police station, and looked at Ji Bu and Ma Keli's eyes no longer as sharp as before.

"Wait."

He turned around and went to the parking lot to drive the car out. Jibra got in the door and waved to Mark Li: "Brother Ma, go back first."

The two did not talk along the way.

Song Zijie was driving a police car, glanced sideways at Ji Bu from time to time, carefully guarding against him, and Ji Bu didn't bother to talk to him.

soon.

The police car arrived at the downstairs of the Yuandu Hotel, and the two got out of the car and entered the elevator. Song Zijie did not forget to warn Ji Bu: "If you dare to act recklessly, I will shoot you to death."

"I don't care."

Ji Bu shrugged his shoulders indifferently, looking foolish.

soon.

The elevator goes to the eighteenth floor.

As soon as he reached the cordon, he was stopped: "Who are you?"

"expert!"

Ji Bu shook his head coolly, and said in a full tone, "Case scene investigation expert."

"Yes."

Song Zijie nodded: "I specially asked him to come over overnight to help with the investigation."

such.

The two were able to let go.

soon.

Ji Bu followed Song Zijie into the shootout scene.

"you"

Just as Song Zijie was about to speak, he saw that Ji Bu had put on his gloves and walked inside, no longer the sloppy attitude just now.

The words he reached his mouth swallowed abruptly.

Ji Bu squatted on the ground, glanced at Tan Cheng, who was single-minded, and wrinkled his brows together, then got up, squinted his eyes to look at the situation on the scene, and his gaze finally fell on the door of room 1808, which was full of bullet holes. Stepped over.

Song Zijie quickly followed behind him.

Ji Bu folded his arms, rubbed his chin with his right hand, showing a thoughtful expression, looked at the door full of bullet holes in front of him, and focused his eyes on the bullet holes on the door panel.

According to the bullet hole, it can be judged whether the bullet was fired from the inside or the outside.

Just as he was about to reach out to touch the bullet hole, the middle-aged policeman next to him stretched out his hand and knocked him away: "What are you doing? Who told you to move the scene?!"

"To shut up!"

Ji Bu squinted at the police officer: "I'm here as an expert, isn't it normal to investigate the scene?"

"cut."

The middle-aged policeman sneered, and pointed to the sign on his body: "You are the only expert? I am the serious expert."

On the nameplate on his chest, the title of chief of the survey section was written.

"Okay."

Ji Bu didn't even look at him: "You are an expert. You have led people to search the scene for so long, so tell me what you found."

"How did these people die? What was the situation at the scene like, and where was the point of rebellion at the beginning?!"

"Forehead"

The middle-aged police officer was stunned by Ji Bu's series of questions and couldn't give an answer.

They came to the scene, and they really haven't come up with any useful conclusions so far.

"Get out of the way if you don't understand."

Ji Bu was full of momentum, he waved his hands impatiently: "You are the only expert, and the bricks are almost the same, don't get in the way."

"Give me a few minutes, and I will give you an accurate conclusion."

This time.

The middle-aged police officer is honest.

He looked at Ji Bu who stretched out his hand to touch the bullet hole thoughtfully, he was really frightened, and looked at Song Zijie with some uncertainty:
"Song Sir, where did you invite the experts? So young and so crazy? Give me a conclusion in a few minutes?"

"just wait."

Song Zijie glanced at Ji Bu, who had a focused expression, and followed.

next to.

The police officers who were still on the shooting scene were immediately unhappy when they heard Ji Bu say that a conclusion could be drawn in a few minutes.

They stopped working and stared at Ji Bu with a look of disdain. Even Song Zijie, who was accompanying him, was also missed by them.

"Can you do it!"

Song Zijie glanced at everyone's eyes, feeling a little guilty.

I am also convulsed.

Why did you trust this kid and bring him in?

"Do not talk."

Ji Bu stared intently at the bullet hole on the door panel, stretched out his hand to push the door, and observed the inside of the door panel.

Stared at the bullet hole for a while.

Ji Bu came out of the room and looked at the other rooms. The door panels of the other rooms were intact.

He was thinking quickly in his mind, and gave his preliminary judgment: "I guess, Tan Cheng and the others are sure that this group of people is in room 1808, leading people to block the door."

Ji Bu pointed to where he was standing: "This is the starting point of this shootout, and their goal was 1808."

"It's just that they were planning to attack when the other party opened the door, but who knew that the people inside shot first, so they started to shoot back."

He looked at the bloodstains left on the outside of the door panel, and concluded that the people inside must have shot first, otherwise there wouldn't be only bloodstains on the outside of the door panel but not inside.

"It's just that Tan Cheng and the others didn't realize that room 1808 is just a decoy."

Ji Bu was constructing the scene in his mind at that time, he spoke very fast, and pointed to the opposite room and the next room:
"There were already people waiting for them in the other two rooms. As the gun battle started, the scene became a bit tragic."

then.

All the police officers looked at each other and looked at each other for a while.

Ji Bu's analysis was very reasonable, straight to the point, and he concluded the coffin in a few words, which made the faces of the police officers who were still staring at the bullet holes on the wall of the corridor reddened.

"The group who ran away knew that Tan Cheng and the others were coming."

Ji Bu looked around at the police officers who were staring at him, and concluded: "This is nothing more than a massacre."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

What Ji Bu wants to know has come to a conclusion, and there is no longer any lingering.

.

It is impossible for the Eight-faced Buddha to have such well-informed news.

He didn't know what happened tonight, and it was impossible for him to know the purpose of Tan Cheng's trip before meeting him. Someone must have tipped him off in advance.

Someone is passing him some.

Who is it?
Ji Bu was lost in thought.

(End of this chapter)