The next morning, Wang Jian went to find Su Mo early in the morning. But he didn't ask Su Mo to follow him everywhere. Instead, he said, "Brother, you don't need to follow me today. Some investigations can only be done alone. Too many people will easily cause problems. Let's do this: you can arrange your time freely today. We'll meet back in Xikang at 6 pm."
Looking at the chubby guy making up stories with a serious face, Su Mo nodded: "Okay."
Soon, Wang Jian went out alone. Of course he didn't go to investigate the case alone. He was going to find a place to hide and play. By this afternoon, he could go home, making a gesture would be enough.
In fact, even if Wang Jian didn't say so, Su Mo would also find an opportunity to leave alone. He needed to arrange some things. Gao Ming had arrived at Longhu just two hours ago.
Half an hour later, in an abandoned parking lot, Su Mo wearing a mask and a duck bill hat walked in.
Within a few seconds after Su Mo entered, Gao Ming slowly walked out from the shadows, also fully armed.
Su Mo didn't waste time and handed Gao Ming a few blank sheets of paper, then said in a low voice: "Prepare according to the plan above. Read it and then destroy it immediately."
Gao Ming took the paper and nodded.
Su Mo didn't say any more, turned and left. Gao Ming also left quietly about ten minutes after Su Mo left.
Time passed quickly. Around 6 pm, Su Mo and Wang Jian got on the bullet train back to Xikang.
On the train, the chubby guy looked very regretful: "What a pity, I was about to have a breakthrough in this case, but that clue was broken. Heaven really doesn't help me!"
Su Mo looked very agreeing: "This case is indeed very difficult. The police and so many private detectives failed to crack it for such a long time. It’s normal that we didn’t solve it in just two days."
"Good buddy, this friend I have made," Wang Jian thought to himself.
What followed was of course casual chat time. At 10 pm, the two returned to Xikang.
After separating from Wang Jian at the train station, Su Mo's expression changed. His bookworm temperament changed in a flash, with a sinister look on his face.
He was busy until almost 1 am before returning to the archives again. As for what he was doing, of course it was to prepare for the upcoming trial!
Just as Su Mo returned to the archives and was about to go to bed, on the bar street in Longhu.
Gao Ming sat in a black Chery and the windows were closed. But his eyes were fixed on the back door of Mingyue Pavilion.
As a former excellent policeman, his skills in surveillance and tracking were quite sophisticated.
Around 2 am, there was finally some movement. Wen Donglai with a bald head and two young men in suits walked out of the Mingyue Pavilion nightclub.
Then, Wen Donglai got into a car, and the two bodyguard-like youths also got in. Soon, the car drove away.
Gao Ming waited until the front car went into the bend before starting his car to follow behind at a slow speed, just enough to keep the front car in sight.
To ensure that his tracking was not exposed, he took several turns to avoid the correct route. But his eyes never left Wen Donglai's car.
About an hour later, Wen Donglai's car entered an old dilapidated building. It stopped at the entrance of the building. Then the three got out of the car and walked into the building.
Gao Ming did not follow them. He knew that going after them now was looking for death. So he drove the car away directly.
Not until the next morning did Gao Ming drive back near the old dilapidated building. He parked somewhere and got out of the car towards the building.
It was a 20-story building that looked very dilapidated. It probably wouldn't be long before it got demolished.
It was around 9 am. There were quite a few people going in and out of the building, most of whom were residents of the building. Gao Ming frowned. He didn't expect this to be an ordinary residential building.
The elevator was also very shabby. It felt like it could fall at any time. Gao Ming went to the 20th floor.
When he reached the 20th floor, he looked around for a while. There was nothing unusual. So he went to the 19th floor.
Like this, Gao Ming checked floor by floor until the first floor, but he didn't find anything unusual.
"This is not reasonable. Running here in the middle of the night, sneaking around, there must be a problem. But there's no anomaly in the whole building, what's going on?
Oh right, the basement, yes, the basement. I kept feeling something was weird. I didn't see the basement of this building at all, not even a basement floor shown on the elevator.”
After figuring this out, he felt that he had found the key, which was also the key place Su Mo asked him to find.
He wandered on the first floor for a long time, but did not find the entrance to the basement. This was also reasonable. If it was so easy to find, it wouldn't be a secret base.
After looking for a while longer, he sighed softly and sent a message on his phone.
In the Xikang archives, Su Mo saw the message and smiled slightly, then replied:
"No matter how secretive the base is, no matter how hard it is to find the entrance, it's not difficult. As long as they are people, they will eat. Do you think they will cook for themselves?"
Gao Ming's eyes lit up instantly when he saw the reply. He knew how to find the entrance.
After that, he found a hidden place to squat and waited quietly. Sure enough, around noon, a bread truck stopped at the entrance of the building.
Then two or three people got off the truck, each holding some plastic boxes. One look - they must be full of food.
Gao Ming followed the three from afar. Soon, he saw the three enter an abandoned garage next door. This was not an underground garage, but a garage for electric vehicle storage.
Seeing this, he smiled knowingly. The mission was completed. He couldn't go any further.
After all, he used to be a policeman. He understood the taboos. If he continued to follow, something would definitely happen. Moreover, there must be a door leading to the basement inside, which he estimated would be very difficult to enter.
So he left and waited quietly for the three to come out. About ten minutes later, the three came out and got into the bread truck before driving away.
Gao Ming continued to track them and soon followed them to an ordinary private house. There was nothing unusual about the house, but it was obviously where these people's kitchen was located.
After observing here for half a day, Gao Ming returned to Mingyue Pavilion again. He had completed one task and was ready to move on to the next.
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