genius psychologist

Chapter 257 [Separate action]

It was light.

The eventful autumn, the exhausting day finally passed.

A few hours ago, the prison break in Bangkok was published in major international newspapers, and the news media began to intervene in the report.

In a few hasty shots, we also saw the explosion of the ship coming out of the port pier.

The host of the reporter reported on the TV news: "... (the body of the escaped prisoner has not yet been salvaged!)"

Beep.

A TV was turned off in a motel.

A pair of legs was hanging on the table. The man wore a silver bullet necklace around his neck. There were burn marks under his ears, and his nose was high with black pupils.

Wearing a blue denim vest with cut-off sleeves, full of powerful muscle lines, playing with a flip-flop lighter in his hand.

Frowning, he picked up the tablet next to him, clicked on the international news report on Bangkok, and clicked on the high-definition wanted photos of the criminals who exploded at the port pier.

The faces inside seemed to be following him.

The robbers who stole the sky-high priced paintings from the Shanghai Art Museum in China were the same gang.

He squinted his eyes and opened a link, logged in to his account expertly, and put the photos of these people on it to search for information for a fee.

A prompt pops up on the screen, confirm!

Each search for a person costs $3000 in human flesh fees, and the money will be deducted directly from his account.

A few character information cards popped out.

Name: Dong Ergou (Dong Wangshao); the behind-the-scenes owner of Lincheng Winery, who has participated in...

Name: Liang Fu; a professional chess player who disappeared at the airport when he was going to the game...

Name: Zhong Xujie; Magic Thief; Luoyang prison escapee...

The information of the group is listed clearly and in detail, and almost as long as it is recorded information, it can be easily found.

His fingers gently clamped the lighter, and it clicked.

Uncap the metal lighter.

Close the lid again with a snap.

Repeating this action back and forth...

This person's eyes became more and more serious, and his expression was serious. He had been staring at this group of people for a while.

Now it was almost certain that this group of guys were the ones he was looking for.

Lu Yinhong licked his lips, and there was a trace of burning excitement in his eyes. He moved his neck slightly, making joint crackling sounds.

It's been a long time since I went out for a walk, and I finally found something to do.

There was a tattoo of a skull on his dark and thick arm. If you look closely, you will find that there is a bomb hidden in the eyes of the two skulls.

He picked up a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but didn't light it.

Instead, he took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, turned on the speaker, and placed the mobile phone on the table.

beep--

beep--

So he picked up the lighter and lit the cigarette, quietly waiting for the guy to answer the phone.

beep--

beep--

As if already expected.

It wasn't easy to get through on the phone, so he waited patiently.

When no one answered the phone, he called again and again, over and over, smoking that cigarette to pass the time.

It kept ringing and ringing.

Finally, seven or eight minutes later, the call was connected.

There was an extremely loud noise from inside.

At the moment in a Las Vegas casino.

A man wearing glasses who appeared to be polite came out of the bathroom. He straightened his clothes and zipped up his trousers.

Then he leaned against the wall next to him and connected the call.

There was a playful smile on the corner of Fang Wentao's mouth, as if he was full of tenderness, and he said, "Hello? What's the matter?"

At this moment, another blond beauty walked out of the bathroom. The beauty was wearing a tight red dress with high heels and one shoulder, and her face was slightly flushed.

She seemed very satisfied, she winked at Fang Wentao who was outside, then turned and left.

A familiar voice came from Fang Wentao's phone.

"I found them, and they seem to be having a lot of fun!" Lu Yinhong raised the corners of his mouth, his voice trembling with anticipation, as if his heart was itching.

Fang Wentao asked with great interest: "Last time you said that the group of people who escaped from prison in Luoyang rescued the magician and staged a cliff escape trick?"

"Yes, and this time it's Bangwang Central Prison in Bangkok!" Lu Yinhong squinted his eyes and flicked the cigarette ash, and said, "There must be something in it that is worth taking risks for them."

"How about it?"

"Take a trip?"

Fang Wentao raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath.

He pushed the glasses frame. To be honest, he was used to wandering outside alone, so he didn't want to get involved in so many troublesome things.

But he knows that this guy has been messing around with the past, and there are some things that cannot be escaped.

Sooner or later you have to face it.

Instead of waiting for trouble to come to you, it is better to take the initiative to find trouble for others.

He also responded helplessly: "Hey, my head hurts, all right, you decide!"

"I'll play two more hands, see you tonight!"

After all, without waiting for the other party to reply, he hung up the phone with a beep.

……

now.

In an alley in a run-down suburb.

A group of fart kids are sitting on the side of the tree stump playing cards, and they are still gambling money.

This is a small town on the way from Bangkok to Chiang Mai.

Beep.

Chen Dong hung up the phone. He frowned and said to the crowd, "I've found out, the three Interpol have indeed arrived, and they are the suspicious people who were taken away by the police last night."

"They seem to have acted without the consent of the Thai police, and they are now negotiating."

Dong Ergou bought some hot dogs and cooked food from a distance to fill everyone's stomachs. He analyzed seriously: "In this way, I am afraid that these three people have nothing to do with the organization. Wooden box photos, so you won’t be too close to chase.”

Chen Dong sighed regretfully, "The person who called the police couldn't find out, it seems that they deliberately hid their identities."

He glanced at everyone meaningfully.

This illustrates a very critical issue, their whereabouts have been exposed.

Whether it was the person who called the police or the three Interpol policemen, they all investigated based on some kind of clue.

Dong Ergou squinted his eyes, grabbed a piece of hot bread and ate it, chewing and said, "It's not a bad thing to be able to find us, if that's the case, why don't you just use the plan?"

"Dig a hole and see how many people will come."

Chen Dong fell into deep thought. The figure of the silver-haired man appeared in his mind. If he can be arrested, he should be able to ask a lot of questions.

Including the position of the other party, and who fired the headshot at the pier.

What exactly is the purpose.

Being able to pry that guy's mouth open will make things much clearer.

Just now.

Dong Ergou's cell phone rang suddenly, and he answered after connecting it, and handed the cell phone to Chen Dong.

"Liang Fu is looking for you!"

Dong Ergou raised his eyebrows, indicating that he might have to move.

When Chen Dong took the phone, he heard Liang Fu's voice inside, and the other party said, "I think Lao Song and Lao Mo hold the key clues."

Liang Fu pushed the frame of the glasses, and explained earnestly: "I suspect that they have other hostages in their hands to blackmail the organization."

"The shot at the port dock should have been fired by a traitor, trying to provoke a fight between the two sides by killing Mr. Mo, and even the sudden rebellion of the SM multinational organization from the very beginning, it is most likely the traitor's mistake to attack us guide."

Liang Fu frowned vigorously and said, "Originally, I planned to use Xu Fei as a bait, but this kind of thing is too complicated, so I plan to negotiate with the people in the bureau, and ask them to share the information of the SM transnational criminal organization, and The important hostages captured in exchange."

"Bring out these two old people who are hiding."

Chen Dong paused, his eyes became complicated, because Liang Fu's conjecture and his own conjecture,
Seems to be two different lines.

Quite the contrary!

He felt that the traitors had actually colluded with the Song Mo family, and they used the hostages held by the two families to threaten the people in the organization to obey their orders.

That's why Song Mo's family took such painstaking efforts to capture them alive.

He even revealed that if they were caught, he would get one vote, while he would have two votes.

Of course, he did not deny that Liang Fu's speculation was also reasonable and logical. After all, the two families suddenly turned their faces from the role of protectors, and they must have been stimulated by some kind.

And the traitor was causing trouble, which coincided with his own idea.

It's just that there is still no evidence to prove whether the two parties have reached a consensus or are using each other's relationship.

Probably because he sensed something was wrong with the atmosphere, because Chen Dong kept silent.

So Liang Fu asked in amazement: "Is there a problem?"

Chen Dong suddenly smiled and said: "No, no problem, I also think that the shot at the port pier was wrong, and basically concluded that it was done by a white-haired man."

"They have already arrived in Bangkok, and they almost ran into each other yesterday, but something went wrong."

Chen Dong narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Let's act separately, you are in charge of investigating the situation of Song Mo's two families here, and I will deal with the people here."

"Keep in touch!"

"Ok!"

With a beep, the phone was hung up.

Chen Dong shrugged and smiled, threw the phone back to Dong Ergou, and said, "We will act separately, they said they are going to dig up the details of SM's transnational criminal organization, so let's check the identity of the silver-haired man."

After all, he calmed down his breath.

What made him particularly concerned was what happened to the police call yesterday.

Although the invisible enemy makes one's scalp tingle, there are always traces to follow.

But the logic of this alarm call does not make sense. If it is to remind them that an enemy will appear, why not directly reveal their identity, maybe they can gain their trust?
Could it be that a good person dare not show his cards?

Difficult!
　The editor gave a good recommendation today, and it seems that a large wave of people has poured in!I saw that some readers published quite in-place analysis on the action of the prisoner flicking cigarettes during the interrogation of the previous protagonist. It’s so funny

　　


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