Chapter 97:

In order to catch this monster, everyone is desperately trying, but in the end he unexpectedly fell into Van Gogh's net easily. Sun Zhengqi knelt on the ground, not to mention the complicated mood. He has cultivated a worldview and self-confidence for more than 20 years, and today it is all destroyed by this man, but he is very convinced, and really convinced, because Van Gogh is not human at all!
Sun Zhengqi originally wanted to sit on the ground to pant, and ran from the seventh floor to the first floor in three minutes, and then to the parking lot a few hundred meters away. His lungs exploded. But he couldn't stop, the monster was still struggling violently, his nails pulling on the steel wire mesh, and making a tingling and torn sound.
Where are human nails, this is clearly a small blade!
"No, the grid seems to be broken by him. Mr. Fan, you are about to leave there, dangerous!" Hearing a crisp sound, Sun Zhengqi's mood was numb, this monster can always destroy his limit to humanity Cognition, if the other party is really human.
However, waiting for him to run closer, Van Gaalo walked slowly to the monster and stretched out a hand, covering his head. This action seemed to have a strong appeasement, the crazy struggling monster somehow calmed down, and then slowly lay down.
When Sun Zhengqi arrived, Fangallo had withdrawn his hand and stood upright.
I don't know if I was dazzled by myself. Sun Zhengqi seemed to see a gray light leaking from the palm of Mr. Fan as he left the monster's head, but the steel wire grid also reflected the silver light, and quickly dispelled his suspicion. He didn't think about it. He found a bundle of ropes in the police car and prepared to tie the monster tightly. With so many double-handed monsters, it is necessary to have as many layers of insurance as possible. If not surrounded by grids, which limits the touch of others, he also wants to put dozens of handcuffs on the monster.
Fangalo's soft voice calmed his rapid gasps: "No need to tie it, he is weak now."
"He is not weak at all. He just unscrewed the anti-theft net with his bare hands and climbed vertically from the seventh floor to the first floor. He was hit by three bullets and lived a tiger ..." Sun Zhengqi spoke while breaking the monster's body. And then whispered in horror. Without him, just because the monster is now as soft as a lump of dough, just play around with it, and the objects in the body will be pulled off.
Yes, Sun Zheng broke off one of his thin arms, and now he was too scared to speak.
At the beginning of Van Gogh Robe, Yin Hong's lips quietly hooked up under the cover of night.
The slightly weaker police officer finally arrived, rushed up, held the monster, and then screamed: "Fuck! I seem to have broken his hand!"
"I also twisted one!"
"What the is this? Breaking the corn on the cob? How do you break it?"
A lot of old Liu Tao arrived last, but it was the most stable and reliable. He kicked to Sun Zhengqi's and scolded: "What are you talking about, did you find that the nearby residential buildings are all lit? Hurry up and put this Do n’t let people see things in the police car! Hurry up! "
Sun Zhengqi didn't even mind being kicked in the ass. As a result of this, the arrogance in his heart was gone, but instead he was full of admiration for these veteran policemen and awe of the unknown. He and Duan Xiaozhou had the youngest generation, and naturally resisted this heavy work, each carrying one end of the net pocket, and slammed the person into the van, slamming the door.
In a few moments, Liao Fang and Hu Wenwen also ran to each other, and then sat on the ground with one butt, gasping for breath.
"Let's slow down, let's slow down!" Tired, startled and scared, their hearts hurt.
"Is anyone injured?" Liu Tao asked loudly.
"My arm was scratched by his nails and it was not badly hurt."
"My leg seems to have been scratched, and I have to see where the wound is." The man forgot to even hurt himself.
"My arm was scratched too."
"I seem to see that Sun Zhengqi and Yang Ge have been stabbed separately, is it okay?" Someone asked with concern.
Sun Zhengqi and Brother Yang quickly took off their anti-stab suits and looked at where they were stabbed. The thin arms looked thin and weak, but the strength was so strange. After being stabbed by it, it left a big mass of bruises. It was so painful that it lightly touched it. What kind of casualties will it cause? Sun Zhengqi and Yang Ge were dead, and the rest were not just scratched on their hands and feet.
Seeing that everyone was fine, Liu Tao felt scared after a while.
But Sun Zhengqi secretly glanced at Vangallo standing outside the crowd, filled with awe. He remembered that before leaving, Liao Fang said again and again, "Mr. Fan asked us to wear stab-resistant suits. Everyone must wear stab-resistant suits." Stab-resistant suit. If Liao Fang did not mention that mouth, he would definitely not do any protection. He was too confident in his skill.
It turns out that this is a psychic medium, always a step ahead, and expect things to be like God ...
Sun Zhengqi was thinking about it, and Liao Fang said with a crying voice: "Mr. Fan, today is really thanks to you, otherwise our action team will definitely suffer heavy casualties."
Liu Tao said shamelessly: "I was just afraid that you were hindering us. I didn't expect you to catch this strange thing in the end."
Fangallo waved his hand, his expression indifferent.
Duan Xiaozhou opened the car window and whispered: "Liu Team, his hands are all broken and there is a lot of blood. How to deal with this? I wrapped him in clothes, but it seems not very useful!"
"Send it to the hospital! I called the director to see how he arranged it." Liu Tao waved and said: "All get on the car, let's go!"
The crowd clapped on the ground, but Van Gogh retreated two steps and nodded with a smile: "I won't go with you anymore. There are still children in my family who need to be taken care of."
Thinking of Xu Yiyang who was alone at home, Liao Fang quickly said: "Mr. Fan, go back first. Thank you so much today! I will invite you to dinner when I have time!"
"If you want to treat everyone, please join me, Mr. Fan, and don't bother us at that time!" Liu Tao reached out his head and warmly invited while lighting the engine. He really admired this person and was eager to make friends with each other. Think about it, what level of friends are people like Fangalo, and the mayor and governor can keep up? Can't catch up, no match! People are not mortals at all!
Fangallo smiled softly, with no arrogant temperament of big-name celebrities or world-renowned people. Seeing that the convoy was far away, he spread his palms and looked down. He saw a little gray light gleaming faintly on his fair skin. A closer look turned out to be a fish-shaped jade, exactly the same as the one in Chongming. It is smaller, only as big as sesame seeds, but the carving is fine and precise, and the beauty is more beautiful. The best microcarver also has no such skill.
Even more incredible is that even though the jadeite is only about as big as sesame seeds, the fish's snout has a very thin hole drilled like a rope. I would like to ask what can such a small jade wear, besides being used for appreciation, is it necessary to drill a hole for a tether? What kind of rope can pass through?
The doubts that ordinary people will have are not found in Van Gogh. He just glanced at it, closed his palm, and walked toward his car. After getting in the car, he put the starlight at his fingertips, pressed his eyebrows, and disappeared ...

In a special ward of the General Hospital of the Beijing Military Command, a group of sober-looking people are surrounding a hospital bed, looking closely at what is going on. Their badges have shown their distinguished identity, and the director of the Seongnam Branch can only stand anxiously outside the ward, waiting to be summoned.
In a few moments, a handsome man with extraordinary temperament came out first. He was the youngest, but he had the highest rank. A group of people between 40 and 50 years old had to bow his head and called a head. He put on a military cap and gave a concise order: "All police officers' law enforcement recorders have been collected, and all the videos have been deleted. This case has been officially handed over to our Special Security Department."
"Yes, I will let them turn things over immediately." The Secretary glanced into the ward one by one, but he didn't dare to ask more.
The suspect, who was bandaged with hemostatic bandages, was lying on the bed, staring dumbly at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking. The saplings with dozens of thin arms that seemed to have broken roots had already fallen off his body, leaving blood holes. No one could explain this situation.
The director of Seongnam walked away with regret. He originally thought he could learn the truth, but now it seems hopeless. Until now he could experience Sun Zhengqi's sense of suffocation, which he was blindfolded in his drums. He just wanted to beat someone?
He had just left his forefoot and Song Rui had arrived on his hind foot. Even in the middle of the night, he was wearing an extravagant suit, his hair was meticulously treated, and his body was impregnated with a very elegant smell of rosemary.
"What do you want me to do?" He walked to the special ward and looked through the window.
The men in military uniform waved their hands slightly, and the group of well-groomed people left quietly, leaving only a tall man with a bodyguard that looked like a bodyguard.
"Why is there no smell today? Didn't you sentence yourself?" The man sniffed the aftertaste in the air and jokingly said: "It seems that you are in a particularly good mood today, and you put on perfume. Dressed so grandly is to dry Well? Dating? You do n’t come to see me anymore? Warmly say that you have recently changed to the male model. I did n’t believe it at the beginning. Now I can see it with my own eyes. What kind of stimulus have you received? "
"Meng Zhong, you think too much. I have worn it like this recently." Song Rui glanced at him and said bluntly: "What do you want me to do?"
Meng Zhong looked awake and pointed to the person in the window: "His name is Li Youde, the chef of Sixi Hotel. You should know him. You only pointed out that he was a suspect yesterday, so that he was arrested today. He was injured. Very heavy, the doctor said that his organs are in complete failure and will die at any time. At present, his consciousness is still sober, but no matter what we ask him, he refuses to answer, I want you to talk from his mouth, let us Understand why he will become such a reason. "
"Then you must at least let me know what happened to him." Song Rui said calmly.
"You come with me." The man in military uniform, the minister of the special security department, pointed to the ward next door, where a whole set of monitoring equipment was placed, and several analysts were sitting in front of the monitor to observe what, expression Very focused.
Song Rui came closer and found out that this was a video of the seizure of the suspect by the Seongnam Branch. The camera shakes very badly, but it is also very clear. If the thrilling and incredible pictures spread to the outside world, it will shock everyone ’s eyes. .
At the end of the video, an extremely beautiful face slowly emerged, glowing under the shadow of night. His palm lightly rested on the suspect's forehead, causing the other party to fall into a coma instantly from violent, a calm posture in stark contrast with the embarrassed police officer. At the same time, an analyst pointed to his palm and said: "Here, he took something from Li Youde's head!"
The video was frozen, and a little grey light suddenly flowed from the palm of the handsome young man.
Meng Zhong stared at the screen and asked, "Can you zoom in?"
"I can't see clearly when I zoom in, it's just a ray of light." The analyst acted according to the words, but could only wave his hand helplessly.
Song Rui stared at the familiar, unfamiliar face on the screen, and said in a deep voice: "What do you want to do? Do you want to monitor Vanguard? If so, then I'm sorry, I can't help you."
Meng Zhong twisted his eyebrows and asked, "Don't you want to understand how this monster was formed? I remember you were always very curious about this unknown thing."
"I don't want to know at all now," Song Rui sneered. "I want the monster to die immediately, and bring all the secrets to hell. Some people are not you can touch."
Meng Zhong raised his hand with a very helpless tone: "Listening to warmth and saying that you care about Van Gogh recently, I thought she was joking, but I didn't expect it to be true. You can rest assured that I have no malice towards Van Gogh, if possible. , I also want to cooperate with him. Our Special Security Department needs him very much, so we will ensure his safety. When this happens, we would rather cross-examine a dying person than take him to investigate, it is enough to show our Friendly attitude. I ca n’t say anything else, it ’s classified, and Van Gogh ’s secret will always be a secret. We wo n’t explore it. We just want to understand the cause of Li Youde ’s change.

Song Rui stared at the young man on the computer screen without saying a word.
Meng Zhong again said: "If we want to deal with Van Gogh, where will we wait until now? There is no action. He can bring the dead back to life. Haven't we not pursued this taboo power?"
Song Rui suddenly looked at him, and he also looked straight at him. The sharp eyes of the two collided, fighting each other.
In a few minutes, the two took a step back:
"Okay, let me ask you clearly."
"Okay, I will never contact Van Gogh in private."
Song Rui repeatedly read the pictures taken by the law enforcement recorder several times, and then flipped through various confessions and transcripts. Then he pushed open the door of the ward and walked in, while Meng Zhong silently followed him, preparing to be a A speechless bystander.
Li Youde is still awake, but the body's various functions are constantly breaking through the death line, causing the medical equipment to sound didily. The medical report given by the doctor showed that he only had a few hours to live. He was not ill and the blood holes had been sutured for a long time, but his organs began to fail inexplicably.
He kept watching the ceiling and was indifferent to everything around him.
"What is the thing taken by Van Gogh, you ask him." Meng Zhongfuer whispered. Of course, he has asked hundreds of times in a similar way, but this person hasn't answered it, just acting silly. A person with a secret will never reveal half a word to the outside world.
Song Rui deserves to be a psychologist, attracting Li Youde's attention in one mouth: "You only have a life span of less than four hours."
Li Youde :! ! !
Song Rui looked at his watch and changed his mouth: "No, we just talked for a while next door, so you are only three and a half hours now. If you answer my question truthfully, I can let you see that person before he dies. . "
Li Youde stared at him dead and didn't respond. He doesn't seem to know who that person is.
Song Rui took out his mobile phone and pressed it, and a smiley face appeared on the screen that was lit up in an instant. It was beautiful and gentle, but also quiet and deserted. It was the young man who took the treasure! Li Youde remembered this face until his death, so his breathing gradually increased, and at the same time, his heart monitor was making a sharp hiss, which shows how chaotic his heart rate was.
In just two sentences, Song Rui poked his dead hole.
"What are you asking?"
The clock hanging on the wall was ticking away, and it didn't take long for Li Youde to compromise. With too many arms growing at one time, the anger in his body has already been evacuated, and without the support of the treasure, he will definitely die!
He understood this, and Song Rui seemed to have guessed it, so he smiled lightly with his lips, and he was completely determined.