Chapter 101

In this strange city, three people stopped for another day, sold the motorcycle at a low price, and then returned to Hangzhou after several turns.

At the moment when he set foot in Hangzhou, Chen Mo experienced life and death. The sky in Hangzhou was so blue and the wind was so light, which made him feel more cordial.

When he gets home, Chen Mo falls asleep. He has been sleeping for two days and one night. When he wakes up again, it is the beginning of Denghua. Bean sprouts climbed beside the bed and said in surprise, "uncle, you're awake!"

Chen Mo sat up, touched the cigarette and said, "you seem to be fat."

Bean sprouts originally thin cheeks, mellow a lot, and there are no dishes, which is the credit of Jiaqi.

"Sister Jiaqi cooks delicious food for me every day."

Chen Mo turns over and drinks water. He hears Qi whispering outside the house. He guesses that he should be afraid of waking himself up. He pushed the door out of the room and saw Gao Jiamao and Zhao Kuo sitting in the living room. Gao Jiamao is juggling with a small porcelain bowl, while Zhao Kuo sits aside, expressionless, but very focused.

"Brother Chen, you're awake. You must be hungry. I've cooked you a meal and go to heat it now." Jiaqi said.

"Thank you." Chen Mo said gratefully.

Gao Jiamao put away the porcelain bowl and said, "what happened to you in Guangzhou? Asked the cold face, he didn't say anything. I was so anxious. "

Say Zhao Kuo is a cold face? It's very appropriate.

"I almost couldn't come back." He stretched out and sat down. Facing the bean sprouts coming out of the house, he said, "go in."

Douya was reluctant, but she was obedient and turned into the room. Chen Mo continued, "generally speaking, it's dangerous."

Jiaqi brought out the hot rice. Knowing that the three people wanted to say something, she went into the room to accompany bean sprouts. Although she never asked the three men what they were doing, she also knew that what they were doing was not glorious and not suitable for a woman to listen to.

Are women who turn a blind eye and pretend to be deaf and dumb smart? Chen Mo thinks that being smart is at least smarter than Xia Kuang.

While eating, he told Gao Jiamao what had happened in Guangzhou without reservation. During the lecture, Zhao Kuo, with a cold face, picked up Gao Jiamao's porcelain bowl and tried to find out what the mystery was in the porcelain bowl, but he was disappointed.

"The goods are now in Guangzhou. I want to give them to the police." Chen Mo said.

Gao Jiamao pondered for a moment. Seeing that Zhao Kuo was indifferent, he immediately understood that Zhao Kuo already knew Chen Mo's idea. No wonder he didn't say anything. He wanted Chen Mo to tell himself.

"I want to hear your opinion." Chen Mo said.

"Because of the young policeman?"

"Sort of."

Gao Jiamao smiled and said, "it's so simple?"

"It's that simple."

Gao Jia Mao sat upright and said, "we always has the final say in our work. You can make your own decision on this matter. Don't get me wrong. I'm not in any mood. I'm just telling the truth. You paved the road. We're just followers. Has the final say benefit by mutual discussion, but how to do it in the end is the only one who can take the final say. Do you know what your weakness is? This is not the mentality that a person who does great things should have. Since we followed you and walked on your paved road, only you know where to go. "

"I want everyone to go down with me." Chen Mo said sincerely.

"Whether we can go on together depends entirely on where this road will lead, and will not change because of your respect. Respect is a good thing, but if it doesn't spread, it will become a bad thing. It will affect your judgment. If your judgment goes wrong, it will be a disaster for us. In the face of a great disaster, each fly, the tree falls, and the monkeys scatter. This is an eternal law. As long as your tree stands, we don't have to leave. "

Chen Mo understands what he means. Gao Jiamao, Xia Kuang and Zhao Kuo let himself make up his mind.

Although the earth shaking case is done perfectly, it is undoubtedly like the sword of Damocles hanging overhead and may fall at any time. Once it is exposed, it will be a disaster.

He believed the old policeman's words. No thicker arm could twist his thigh. Therefore, returning the stolen goods is undoubtedly the best choice. Even if the east window incident happens, the disaster they face will be minimized.

People don't want snakes to swallow elephants. Now that they have a name and money, they will naturally lose the hot taro that borrows chicken eggs.

Chen Mo finally made a decision.

In the middle of the night, he stood on the roof of the building, put a new card into his mobile phone and dialed the familiar phone number.

The phone was connected. It was very quiet inside. Then a sleepy voice came out. The other party's tone was not good and said, "Hello!"

……

"Speak!" The other side's tone was angry.

Chen Mo lowered his voice, changed his voice and said, "Hello, comrade police."

"Who are you! What's up? "

"I want to provide a major clue."

"Call 110 for something!"

There was a beep of blindness on the phone.

Chen Mo is stunned. The old guy is really angry. He dialed the other party again and said, "do you know the theft in Hangzhou?"

The phone was five or six seconds behind him. In the five or six seconds, his mind flew around. He thought of half a month ago that the information provided by the Hangzhou police was limited to the information circulated inside the public security system: a shopping mall in Hangzhou had stolen nearly about ten million of the jewelry and attached the portrait of the suspect who had been copying the crime, demanding that the police in the national front line identify and provide clues.

With his experience as a policeman for half his life, this is a big and important case that is not publicized, and it is still a headless case. People who can steal nearly tens of millions of property from shopping malls unknowingly will not be stupid enough to leave their true face.

"Who are you?" The old policeman woke up a lot.

"I'm Mr. mo."

The old policeman was stunned and asked, "did you do that case?"

"Yes."

"What do you want?"

"Provide a clue."

"What clue?" The old policeman was a little excited.

"At XXXX in Guangzhou, there is a scrapped red car. You will find something unexpected under the car."

Before the other party spoke, Chen Mo resolutely hung up the phone. He pulled out the mobile phone card, broke it and threw it downstairs. Standing on the edge of the roof, overlooking the night scene of Hangzhou, he couldn't help thinking of a woman.

The old policeman stared at the mobile phone for a long time, then turned down from the bed, ignored his wife's complaints and questions, put on his clothes and rushed out of the house.

He rushed to the address provided by "Mr. Mo". Sure enough, he saw a scrapped red car, puckered his ass under the car, opened the weeds and found a backpack. He couldn't wait to open the zipper because he was excited and his whole body shook.

The stolen goods in the schoolbag glittered with Soul-catching luster under the moonlight.

Stunned for a long time, he quickly took out his mobile phone and called the bureau leader to report the situation. The leader asked him to stand by and be sure to protect the scene.

After the call, the old policeman breathed a sigh, sat on the ground, looked at the schoolbag that would change his life for the rest of his life, and then took out his mobile phone to call back "Mr. Mo".

As expected, the phone is no longer in the service area and has become a dead number.

He smoked three cigarettes in a row and finally realized that he had come to this place. His apprentice was shot while he was still on duty. Is Mr. Mo him?

The old policeman couldn't help taking a breath, hesitated for a long time, and dialed the person who didn't know his last name and who he had never met, but he would call his card every month.