"Hehe."
The two walked without explicitly saying where they were going, but the pace was the sa, both heading towards a certain direction, and they arrived in front of an old-style teaching building.
Tan Yunlong raised his wrist and glanced at the ti.
"Uncle Tan, how long until the cri occurred?"
"Less than an hour."
"Do you think the killer will co back to check it out?"
"I’m not sure, it depends on luck."
"Then I’ll go up and wait with you."
"Okay."
Tan Yunlong really liked this feeling, knowing what the other person was thinking without needing much talk, straightforward.
The only downside was, after interacting with the young man before him, facing his own son later felt like a harsh drop, and he found his son increasingly disagreeable.
The two entered the teaching building, and when they went up the stairs, they both naturally lightened their steps as much as possible to avoid making noise.
The freshn had just started, and teaching work had not fully comnced yet, so at this point, the old teaching building was barely lit, very tranquil.
Passing by a lecture classroom on the third floor, the door plate read CJ-302.
This was the place in the dossier where Wu Xinhui and the others practiced their performance that night.
At the end of this floor was the bathroom, the scene of the cri.
The two hid their figures in the dark corner, no one spoke, just standing there quietly.
Due to the case of five missing students, the school was in an uproar, and today Tan Yunlong had made a visibly flamboyant round of visits at school with his colleagues, as if stirring the water in a fish pond.
There was a certain chance, to agitate that fish, to revisit the cri scene.
Of course, assuming that fish was still in the school.
Thus, Tan Yunlong was just here tonight to try his luck and walk off his al, not holding much hope.
In fact, the investigation had already begun, the police had interrogated related people multiple tis, but it had only just officially started school recently, and today most of the teaching staff returned to their posts.
Even if it was just trying their luck, he hoped the probability was as high as possible.
Quietly waiting, ti trickled by.
Finally, Tan Yunlong said, "Let’s go."
"Okay."
The two walked down the stairs.
After they left, at the door of CJ-302, a dark figure appeared, his teeth very white under the moonlight.
"Thud thud thud!"
Just as they left, Tan Yunlong who had already gone, ca running back.
The figure turned and ran, with Tan Yunlong chasing after him.
But the figure did not run downstairs, but upwards, all the way to the rooftop.
Before Tan Yunlong could say anything, the figure turned his back to him and plunged down.
Not following to chase the criminal, but staying on the third floor, Li Zhiyuan happened to see the figure falling from the railing in front of him.
The figure’s body seed very uncoordinated as it fell.
This ant the figure had disguised even his stature tonight.
"Bam!"
A muffled sound ca from below.
Li Zhiyuan didn’t lean over the railing, but instead stepped back a few steps, distancing himself from the railing.
Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed the railing pulling up, a face peered over.
Now he seed very thin, what had fallen just now must have been clothes and disguise.
If the young man had been just a bit more curious, he would have been grabbed by the neck by the person hanging there.
Li Zhiyuan and the figure locked eyes, the figure’s face was covered with a bandage, showing only eyes, but the eyes were enough.
Just needing to rember the feeling in those eyes, Li Zhiyuan believed he could spot him in a crowd.
He hadn’t planned to detain the figure with his own strength; if it were an ordinary suspect, he could have shown so solid basic skills using the young man’s disguise.
But the figure had been able to quietly hold onto the outer railing while falling from the rooftop, an operation Li Zhiyuan had only seen Run Sheng perform before.
This was a highly skilled fighter, and until he was sixteen and his body fully developed, Li Zhiyuan wouldn’t engage with such people.
The figure, evidently also surprised, probably assured that he hadn’t made any noise, yet the young man had moved back in advance.
"Xiao Yuan!"
Tan Yunlong ran back to this floor.
Li Zhiyuan pointed his hand towards where he had seen the figure, informing Officer Tan of the figure’s position.
He also reminded him, "Draw your gun."
Because he was certain, only the gun at Tan Yunlong’s waist could intimidate a seasoned fighter.
No doubt, no hesitation, smoothly drawing the gun.
The figure let go and fell.
Li Zhiyuan’s ears quivered: "He fell to the second floor."
Tan Yunlong imdiately ran downstairs to the second floor.
At that mont, Li Zhiyuan heard the sounds again and deduced the figure’s movent; he had jumped up, grabbing the edge of the third floor, he wanted to co up again!
The figure, actually daring enough to play cat and mouse ga with an old policeman who had drawn his gun.
Or perhaps, he wanted to ridicule him one more ti?
Li Zhiyuan’s right hand reached into his pocket, pressing against his arm to leave a red mark, tracing down his left arm.
His finger pointed toward the area where the head would appear, his gaze intensified.
As the figure’s head peeked out, he imdiately felt a searing red vision and buzzing in his head.
Startled, the figure let go, this ti, fully falling to the ground.
"Police, freeze!"
Tan Yunlong’s voice ca from the second floor.
In movies, shouting "don’t run" to a suspect is typical, but in reality, it’s shouted only when you feel you can’t catch up with the suspect.
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