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"Hey, how's it going? Did you catch the mole?"

"Caught."

"You sound a little disappointed?"

"I didn't expect that the mole would be him."

"I have something to ask the mole. I'll go over now."

After hanging up the phone, Sasha turned to look at Wensong, who was motionless in the interrogation room. She didn't expect that the mole she designed to catch would be the person she trusted the most.

Half an hour later, Zhang Jin arrived at the Bangkok Police Headquarters.

Outside the door of the interrogation room, Du Lang stopped Sasha and Zhang Jin, looked at him carefully, and asked Sasha: "Who is this?"

"He is Zhang Jin, a detective from Tang Ren Detective Agency in Chinatown." Sasha introduced, "Zhang Jin, this is..."

Zhang Jin interrupted her with a smile: "I know, this is the mainstay of the Bangkok Police Headquarters, the guardian of justice, the nemesis of crime, Inspector Dolang."

"Hey, don't think that if you say good things about me, I will let you in. This is a police station, and not just anyone can enter the interrogation room." Du Lang said with a serious face.

This time, the mole Wensong was caught under Sasha's plan, and she reported it directly to the director without informing herself. It was obvious that she didn't trust herself and wanted to put her face where she could!

It seemed that Du Lang was angry, so Zhang Jin had to look at Sasha.

Sasha said: "Zhang Jin is my non-staff assistant who helps me handle the case."

Dulang clicked his tongue and sighed: "Sasha, when did our police need to hire private detectives to handle cases? Aren't you embarrassing our police station? If you let the citizens outside know about it, they will think that our police are not as good as private detectives!"

Sasha said: "He is not an ordinary private detective. Their detective agency has signed an agreement with the Chinatown Police Department. When necessary, he will help the police station investigate and solve cases. He is considered one of our own. If you don't believe me, call Deputy Langdon Huang in Chinatown."

Director."

Du Lang said: "I... Even so, I still don't believe these detectives. If you insist on letting him go in, yes, I must be there!"

"No problem, let the two detectives come together. There is nothing shameful about my question." After Zhang Jin finished speaking, he opened the door of the interrogation room.

"I haven't finished speaking yet. Why did you go in? You thought this was your own home!" Du Lang walked into the monitoring room next to him.

Sasha pouted at Dulang's back and followed in.

"Hello, Officer Wensong." Zhang Jin sat down on the chair opposite the interrogation table.

"Who are you?" Wen Song looked at him and asked.

"How could you not know who I am? Aren't you the one who sent An Qi to assassinate me?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about at all." Wen Song shook his head and looked at the monitor on the upper left, "It can't be because I went to the office to get something in black clothes last night, and then got into a fight with Bi Tou for no reason.

, you just suspect that I am Smiley’s mole, you haven’t found any evidence on me, right?”

"You understand, I just don't want to admit it. It doesn't matter, I don't intend to expect you to admit it." Zhang Jin said, "You want evidence, then let's talk about another thing, the fingerprints on the murder weapon in the Kunta case.

You submitted the report, right?"

"It's me, is there a problem?"

"I asked Officer Sasha that the fingerprint test report usually takes three to seven days. The day you got the report was the 17th. It was only two days after the incident. The real report hasn't been released yet. Go ask now.

The center will know that the report you provided is false."

"The inspection center occasionally speeds up the progress and improves efficiency, isn't it?" Wen Song thought it was a bit ridiculous.

Zhang Jin nodded and said: "Yes, but you overlooked one point. If there is no Lin Mo's fingerprints on the murder weapon, wouldn't you be exposed?"

"impossible."

"Why is it impossible? Officer Sasha, please show him the inspection report."

In the monitoring room, Du Lang turned over the inspection report he took over: "It's strange, there really are no Lin Mo's fingerprints on the murder weapon. Is he really not the murderer? No, he must have worn gloves to prevent them from being left behind.

fingerprint."

"Have you read it? Give it to me." Sasha took the report from Du Lang, walked into the interrogation room, and put the report on the table.

"Thank you." Zhang Jin nodded to Sasha, then pointed to the report on the table and said to Wen Song, "See for yourself whether there are Lin Mo's fingerprints on this real report."

Wen Song opened the report, and the look on his face suddenly became gloomy.

"Do you know why there are no fingerprints on it? You want to put the blame on him. You think you can get his fingerprints by pretending to be a disabled old man and tricking him into pushing a wheelchair. Unfortunately, you don't know much about your scavengers." Zhang Jin finished.

He stood up and walked outside, "Don't worry, I think Ivy will come in to accompany you soon."

Before going out, Wen Song behind him suddenly said: "The murder case and the gold case in Bangkok's Chinatown in 2016 were actually solved by you, right?"

"Is it important?" Zhang Jin walked out without looking back.

"The false report and what happened last night are enough to convict him, but we still can't prove that he is the smiling face," Sasha said.

"Someone will help us prove it."

"who?"

"Ivy."

"Do you know where she is?"

"I know, she is with Lin Mo. I will go find them now, but you have to do me a favor."

"What's the deal?"

"Lying." Zhang Jin smiled slightly.

…

The nose wearing a collar said: "Sasha and the detective left the police station. They must have gone to find Ivy. Boss, what should we do now?"

"What else can I do? Go and catch Lin Mo and Ivy! We are already so far behind. If this continues, this little girl will ride on my head!" Du Lang was very irritated.

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The deputy director didn't take it seriously, and now he was overtaken by a newly graduated police officer. Why was he so unlucky this year? He burned incense and prayed to Buddha all the time!

"Boss, boss!" Glasses rushed into the office to report, "something big happened!"

"What's the big fuss about? Can't you keep your head down?" Du Lang cursed.

"The technical department cracked Kunta's computer and triggered the Trojan horse in his mailbox. The emails in his mailbox have been simultaneously sent to more than a dozen other mailboxes, all of which are mailboxes of major news media." Glasses said.

"Why do we need to send it to the major media?" Bi Tou asked doubtfully.

"Because Kunta is the illegitimate son of Zheng Suming, the richest Chinese man in Thailand!" Glasses explained.

Suddenly, three information prompts sounded in the room at the same time.

Du Lang subconsciously picked up his cell phone and opened it, only to see a shocking explosion news reported in the push news above.

"After investigation, Kunta, the man who died mysteriously in the club a few days ago, is the illegitimate son of former Thailand's richest man Zheng Suming!"

Sasha turned the phone screen to Zhang Jin and said, "Is this why you asked me to ask the technical department to crack Kunta's computer? Did you already know that he was Zheng Suming's illegitimate son?"

Zhang Jin, who was driving, kept his eyes straight: "At first I thought maybe I could find some clues in Kunta's notebook, but now it seems that my guess has been confirmed. There must be a reason for Smiley to choose Kunta."

"Now that Kunta is dead, Ivy is the only heir to these billions of inheritance. With her identity, will she still admit that she is the actor of Smiley Face, and will she still cooperate with us in identifying Smiley Face?"

"Yes, because as long as the smiling face is eradicated, she can legitimately inherit the inheritance." Zhang Jin said.

What's more, Ivy's original purpose was to get this inheritance and destroy the Smiley Face Organization.