I comforted him and said, "Don't worry, the murderer finally caught Ou Ye. He will definitely not kill her easily. There will definitely be another game."

Hou Jie asked: "Why are you so sure?"

I said: "It's very simple. The first thing an ordinary murderer does after killing the victim is to consider how to solve the body, rather than broadcasting the murder process in the live broadcast room. After killing the person, the ordinary murderer will think about how to escape, instead of blatantly calling the police to play games. The murderer is a lunatic, and he will do whatever he stimulates him?"

Although Hou Jie didn't argue with me, he still didn't believe me. He even wanted to notify the police to have a big search, but this would undoubtedly kill Ou Ye. Since he wanted to play games, he had to play with him.

The most important thing is that if the murderer wants to kill Ou Ye, he will not take her away.

Immediately afterwards, I asked the police officers around me to guard various intersections with local auxiliary police. The traffic police on duty also received this task. We now have two more checkpoints, so we must not let the murderer leave the county town.

After receiving the news, Yang Ziguang also rushed to the county town as fast as possible. When something happened to his subordinates, he was even more anxious than anyone else.

Within ten minutes, he made nearly thirty calls to me.

Sure enough, more than two hours later, a strange phone called my phone, and it was obvious that this was the murderer's phone number.

The second when the ringtone rang, my first thought was: How could the murderer know my phone number?

But in a blink of an eye, he could listen to our phone number, let alone a mere phone number?

I signaled Hou Jie and the others not to speak out, pressed the answer button and said, "Say, what is the game this time?"

The other end of the phone was very quiet and no one spoke at all.

"Speak, don't pretend to be a fool."

I couldn't help but frown.

The murderer's soft voice rang: "Have you played a little blood transfusion game? In an hour, you will win if you find me. If you can't find it, all the blood of this beauty will flow to my body."

Before I could speak, the murderer immediately hung up the phone.

I just turned on the speakerphone, and Hou Jie and the others heard the murderer's words. Hou Jie cursed hatefully: "If I catch this pervert, I must let all his blood dry."

I said, "Don't worry first. When the murderer called me just now, the sound of a car whistle appeared on his side, which means he was in a house close to the road. I heard a lot of noise below. Think about it, where is the most lively place in the county?"

Zhou Chengcheng said: "Why are you sure he is still in this county town?"

I smiled and said, "It's very simple. The murderer carried the unconscious Ou Ye, which means he had a burden on his body. From Ou Ye to the murderer making a phone call, the interval was two hours and eleven minutes. He could not leave the county town during this period."

"After Ou Ye was captured by the murderer, although we did not dare to let the police search on a large scale, we allowed the police to control all the intersections of the city in this county. The murderer now cannot run out at all. He has been surrounded by us in the county."

After hearing this sentence, Hou Jie felt much more relieved.

Yang Ziguang said: "The lively places in a county town are nothing more than vegetable markets, farmers' markets, and one near the mall."

"The vegetable market in this county is close to the edge of the county town, and the farmers' market is scattered in various places. The shopping mall is in the center of the county town. The murderer is crazy and dare not carry a person to the city center. If I am the murderer, I will choose a vegetable market that is closer to the edge of the county town. There are many people here. If something happens, you can leave the county town in the chaos."

After the analysis, Yang Ziguang ordered: "There are three vegetable markets in this county, and we will go to find them separately."

Hou Jie and I didn't dare to stop, so we drove to the nearest vegetable market, which was only an hour.

The so-called blood transfusion game is like taking a drip injection into the murderer's body bit by bit like taking a drip.

This time his technique was very gentle, but even more terrifying. At this moment, maybe he was broadcasting live on the Internet.

Along the way, Hou Jie rushed around. When something happened to Ou Ye, he seemed to be more anxious than anyone else. The first time I saw this seven-foot man with red eyes.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see this kind of affection. I don’t know what to say, so I can only shut up at the moment.

As for the county where the police gathered, there was no clue yet. Reality slapped them hard. When they realized that the murderer was clamoring everywhere, it was too late.

Later, a big boss from the Public Security Department called Hou Jie privately to ask about the situation at that time. Zhang Yang replied: "I have reported it in advance, but you think it's indifferent to your ears. If something happened to the guy, even if I fight for this life, I will make your black hat lose my guard."

It is said that the boss was so scared that he was sweating coldly. Just by mistake, he could be charged with dereliction of duty. It would be inevitable that he would be dismissed from his post.

Yang Ziguang collided with the boss for a guy, and he paid the price afterwards.

"You can help me with a little bit of peace. If something happens on the road and delay time, I will definitely beat you up."

After Hou Jie almost crashed several times, I couldn't help it. According to his emotions, I couldn't solve the case at all. If I wanted to find the murderer to rescue Ou Ye, what I needed was calmness, not the anger of that kind and thinking about how to retaliate against him before I found the murderer.

This is not the mentality that a member of the criminal investigation team should have. If Hou Jie continues, I will beat him up and apply him to leave the case.

Hou Jie took a few deep breaths and finally calmed down: "They are now going to Dongmen Vegetable Market. We are responsible for Nanmen Vegetable Market. We investigate clearly as quickly as possible, and then gather in the evening market."

After arriving at Dananmen Vegetable Market, I grabbed Hou Jie and said, "The vegetable market is so big, how can you find it? There are many people here. If the murderer is in this market, then someone must have seen him."

Hou Jie nodded: "But there is a huge flow of people here, so we can't ask about it one by one."

I slapped him on the head and called him an idiot. These vendors sat in stalls all day long. Who walked along this road, especially the kind that impressed people, could leave a deep impression at a glance.

The vendors at the entrance of the Nanmen Vegetable Market can meet many people of all kinds in one day, and they may ask good news from them.

Then Hou Jie and I separated and asked the vendors near the entrance of the vegetable market. If we wanted them to use their brains to recall what happened before, only money could do it.

After learning that there was a clue, they would get a reward of 1,000 yuan, these vendors began their most focused memories in their lives.

The wind and rain are blowing, getting up earlier than the chicken and sleeping later than the dog. The reward is not proportional to the effort. This is the current life situation of hawkers.

In addition, hawkers who do not buy stalls are also threatened by urban management. In such a large vegetable market, there are only 800 stalls, and there are thousands of hawkers who need to make a living here.

We only see news reports about national prosperity and peace on TV, but we cannot see the most realistic scene. One thousand yuan can avoid much wind, sun, and severe cold and heat.

A vendor said, "I saw an old man carrying a fiber bag inside, and it was bulging inside. I suspect there was something wrong with it."

The wife next to him slapped him on the head and scolded, "You are a dog who recognizes money and not people. Mr. Zhang has fed the dogs with these bowls of cold rice noodles. Why don't you say that the one he is fighting against is your father in his bag?"

Mr. Zhang is a taro vendor. He has lived here for most of his life. The vendor has never seen anyone I asked about, and he doesn't want to give up this thousand yuan, so he lied about fake clues.

A vendor said: "The business is good today, and I am busy greeting the grocery buyers, so I didn't pay attention."

He smiled happily, and Hou Jie asked him how much it cost?

The vendor took out a plastic bag, which was full of change: "Fifty-eight yuan, 50 cents per pound of vegetables, and 20 cents per pound of broccoli. Do you buy some? After selling it, you have to go to the field to pick up vegetables."

After a round, we found no clues. Hou Jie and I each paid out of our own pockets for 1,000 yuan each, and increased the bonus to 2,000.

Many vendors heard the news and asked the men at home to look at the stalls and surrounded Hou Jie and me.

But there is no clue we want at all.

I called Yang Ziguang, and there was no progress on their side. They visited many people, but none of them saw the murderer.

A woman pushed the person around her away. She was wearing a pair of torn canvas shoes with black heels exposed. The tomato in her hand was bitten off, and the juice was flowing all her hands.

She started talking, and a tomato seed stood on her yellow teeth. She said in local dialect: "It's so special, it's a white shrimp and shrimp, and a pair of glasses. She's so pretty, she's almost a damn person."

I looked at him and asked, "Tell me clearly."

She said to the people around her: "Don't look, don't look, be careful that you will run away with someone else when you pick up the man."

Then she pulled us aside and said, "You said you have money?"

Hou Jie coughed dryly and said, "Comrade, please use Mandarin."

Hou Jie is from another province and cannot understand the dialect here at all.

The fat woman had never read a book and could not speak Mandarin. She could only say in Mapu at the moment: "I saw Te, about 1.79 meters tall, and she looked very gentle, but Te's skin was like a dead person, and she was still carrying a sack. I saw blood flowing outside the sack and moved. At first I thought it was a pig that had not been killed."

Hou Jie was the most excited. He grabbed the fat woman and said, "Do you know where he went?"

The fat woman nodded: "I was very impressed by this person. I noticed it and found that he had entered a city village. I was very depressed at that time. Isn't the slaughterhouse here?"

We asked the fat woman to lead the way, but her small eyes turned and said, "Give the money first, otherwise I won't take you there."

I took out the two thousand yuan and handed it to the fat woman and said, "I hope you will tell us the best truth. If you lie to us and waste our time, I will let you sit in prison and believe I have this ability."

The fat woman's face suddenly turned pale.

As a policeman, I should not threaten the common people, but I am worried about Ou Ye’s safety now, because it only takes one hour.

The fat woman put the money in a plastic bag, then stuffed the plastic bag into her crotch, then clapped her hands and said she would take us away.

More than ten minutes later, I found that the fat woman didn't seem to know the way and always walked around intentionally or unintentionally. Finally, she pointed to a five-story brick house and said to us: "He just entered here. As for the floor, you can go find it yourself. I'm going to sell vegetables."

As soon as she turned around, Hou Jie grabbed her: "Damn it."

The fat girl was so scared that she sat on the ground and cried, saying that the police had beaten people because she had seen our licenses and knew our identities.
Chapter completed!