When he returned to the police station, he walked directly to Derek's office on the weekend. This did not mean that he thought he was a celebrity in the eyes of the director, so he should go in and out of the director's office. Instead, there was only one person who could make decisions in this police station. He had to discuss with this person before he could determine the next plan.

In Derek's office, Zhouzhang and Eyward sat on two chairs opposite his desk. At this time, Zhouzhang asked the same question to the two people: "What is that killer hiding?"

The two men who were in deep thought began a brief confusion in their weekend questions. Is Montek hiding something that Mexicans don’t want people to discover without their lives? There is only one Mexican restaurant in the Spanish-speaking area where they gather!

At the same time, almost the two people spoke the answer in unison, which was not the result of the weekend's guidance: "He is protecting the drug-product transportation line!"

What a surprising answer!

On the weekend, I looked at the two people who were extremely shocked. The clues that were once forced to give up by F and Dea were easily paid to the surface. All the reasons were due to the hiding of the killer.

"We're too late."

On the weekend, he hit Derek and Eyward, who were almost green in their eyes. If the case was solved, the town police station immediately ascended to heaven: "The killer is likely to be protecting the drug-product transportation line. The later he hides in the refrigerator, the later the police will track him down. At the same time, he can slip away from the black area through the night and don't have to be discovered and kill him out to create another sensation." On the weekend, he continued to analyze: "If this is the case, the Mexicans are planning to completely transfer this drug-product transportation line. The war between the blacks and the Mexicans will inevitably make the drug lords feel dangerous. Therefore, whether the 'Desert Ant's operation is to transfer the drug-product transportation line or not, he will immediately transfer the transportation line after the assassination is over. This is the first thing the killer needs to do."

"De, this is not something our town police station can handle. The result of robbing this case must be that F and Dea turn the gun together to deal with us, not to mention that we may not be able to rob..." He did not say anything on the weekend, but he saw a chilling expression on Edward's face.

Derek thought for a long time, and finally reluctantly picked up the phone, dialed the phone number and said in front of the two of them, "Old man, you still have to come to Montek."

"Are you on a business trip? Then let your people come over. This is a bit serious..." Derek said this very gently, without the qualifications to resist senior officials in different systems. It seemed like two very familiar friends were chatting. Just when he was puzzled with Edward on the weekend, Derek threw out the answer in his closing words: "ye, for the sake of jointly dedicating his life to the Homeland Security Agency."

Both Derek and F-superiors worked in the Homeland Security Bureau?

This weekend, I finally learned how the police chief dared to fight against the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the prosecutors. At the same time, he also understood how the F-force was changing - the town police allowed to act recklessly in the murder case.

It's very simple. As Drek said, it was the old guy's son who died in a bad life. As a colleague for many years, who wouldn't even give a chance to take revenge?

The conversation ended here. The next weekend and Eyward's task was to go to the public office area to sort out all the materials, sort out the known materials in order, wait for F and Dea to receive them, and be able to easily understand the entire clue on the affiliated report.

After all this, he drove back to the black area in a police car on the weekend. He almost didn't patrol much, parked the car at the door of the fried chicken shop, looking at the luck at the door of the fried chicken shop with glass fragments and corpse curves.

He was only one step away, only one step away from him to catch the killer who was playing with the policeman running away from his eyes, but the restrictions on police rank and position made him have to give up.

Bee, bee, bee.

He pulled himself out of his special temper when the ringtone of his cell phone rang over the weekend. This was the first time he had been so eager for promotion in years since he became a police officer.

"Hello?"

"Come back, Heisenberg and Joey will help you watch the black area for the time being. You leave the police car for Joey, Heisenberg will pick you up."

"I?" I asked suspiciously when I didn't want to see the case that found clues with my own hands.

"That's right, otherwise you're counting on who in our bureau to report the case with F."

I just hung up the phone, and the police car in the distance had arrived, without any unnecessary nonsense, and threw the police car to Joey on the weekend and rushed to the police station in their car.

In the police station, as soon as I entered the house on the weekend, I saw an additional person giving orders and another guy holding coffee and not talking much. These two people may be partners sent by F. Both of them were wearing suits and tied, and they were the kind of guy who could make people recognize him as a special identity as soon as they went out on the street.

“Eyward.”

He said beside Ewald, "We need your help. First, give me one of your people to check the surveillance in front of the computer, check the surveillance from five o'clock yesterday afternoon until dawn, and then find the killer's escape route; second, tell your people to pay close attention to the killer's vehicles when patrolling, especially the vehicles that respond to the killer's departure; third, give me a few more of your people to check the surveillance, I want to see all the surveillance footage in the entire town this morning, I want to know whether the killer has returned after leaving, how he came back, where he went, what he was going, what he was going."

Aiwald asked unhappily: "Then what are you doing?"

"Catch people."

This answer is so annoying. At least when others hear this for the first time, they will immediately understand it as 'they are the bosses, and the Montek patrolman is just working'. Under this emotion, no one will think deeply. Heisenberg, who did not understand the meaning at all, even whispered to the weekend: "Why is this guy like he just caught Jack the Ripper?"

Who is Jack the Ripper is always a mystery. Some psychoanalytical experts and behavioral analysis experts have also conducted special psychological analysis for this criminal. Some people also infer that Jack the Ripper is simply a midwife, with strange answers, but the person who asked the question has passed away.

"If he were alive, he had been arrested."

When the man in the suit who was giving the order turned to look at Heisenberg, his sensitive hearing surprised Zhou Xiao: "Actually, I don't need to explain it. I believe that the police officer around you can tell you the answer."

Heisenberg turned his head to look at the weekend, and said with a sigh at the weekend: "In 1988, a hundred years after the Jack Ripper's case, two behavioral analysts pointed their finger at the Polish Jew Kosminsky. The evidence that this person can be associated with Jack Ripper's Ripper's Ripper's time is that his time in the mental hospital is exactly the same as when Jack Ripper disappeared."

"You don't seem to mention the psychological portrait of Jack the Ripper by behavioral analysis experts, but prefer evidence, which is very rigorous." The man in the suit stretched out his hand: "Tony."

"Reasoning without evidence is not reasoning." Weekends are not about not believing in psychological portraits. In fact, psychological portraits are proven to be very close to the murderer every time, but this "close" is what he hates the most: "On weekends, you can call me Zhou."

"You don't have to introduce yourself. There is only one Asian face in the police station. Uh, this is not discrimination. I mean, you are easy to recognize."

He ignored the weekend and said, "Don't you need to let me report the case? Let's start."

"Tell me on the way."

“Where to go?”

"We have to catch that guy, Mr. Detective, there are people who can solve the case." The man in the suit joked with the weekend and walked out of the police generously.
Chapter completed!