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Chapter 121 Kunta's Identity Exposed
"Hey, how's it going, did the inner ghost catch it?"

"Caught."

"Hearing your voice seems a little lost?"

"I didn't expect the ghost to be him."

"I have something to ask that ghost, I'll go there now."

After hanging up the phone, Sasha turned her head to look at Di Wensong, who was motionless in the interrogation room. She didn't expect that the ghost she designed to catch would be the person she trusted the most.

Half an hour later, Zhang Jin arrived at the Bangkok Police Headquarters.

Outside the interrogation room, Du Lang stopped Sasha and Zhang Jin, looked at him carefully, and asked Sasha, "Who is this?"

"He is Zhang Jin, a detective from Tangren Detective Agency in Chinatown." Sasha introduced, "Zhang Jin, this is..."

Zhang Jin interrupted her with a smile: "I know, this is the mainstay of the Bangkok Police Headquarters, the guardian of justice, the nemesis of crime, Inspector Dulang."

"Hey, don't think I'll let you in if you say good things about me, this is the police station, not just anyone can enter the interrogation room." Du Lang said with a serious expression.

This time, Wensong, the inner ghost, was caught by Sasha's plan, and he didn't even notify himself, and reported directly to the director. Obviously he didn't trust himself, and let his face go!

It seems that Du Lang was angry, Zhang Jin had no choice but to look at Sasha.

Sasha said: "Zhang Jin is my non-staff assistant who assists me in handling the case."

Du Lang sighed with emotion: "Sasha, when did our police need to find a private detective to handle a case? Aren't you embarrassing our police department? Let the citizens outside know that our police are not as good as private detectives!"

Sasha said: "He is not an ordinary private detective. Their detective agency has signed an agreement with the Chinatown Police Department to help the police investigate and solve cases when necessary. He is one of his own. If you don't believe me, call Deputy Huang Landon of Chinatown." Director."

Du Lang said: "I...Even so, I still don't trust these detectives. If you insist on him going in, yes, I must be there!"

"No problem, the two detectives come together, my question is nothing shameful." After Zhang Jin finished speaking, he pushed open the door of the interrogation room.

"I haven't finished talking yet, why did you go in and treat it as your own home!" Du Lang chattered into the monitoring room next to him.

Sasha pouted at Dulang's back, and followed in.

"Hello, Officer Wensong." Zhang Jin sat down on the chair opposite the interrogation table.

"Who are you?" Wen Song looked him up.

"How could you not know who I am? Isn't it you who sent An Qi to assassinate me?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Wen Song shook his head and looked at the monitor on the upper left, "It can't be because I went to the office to pick up things in black clothes last night, and then got into a fight with the nose for no reason. , you just suspect that I am the ghost of the smiling face, you haven't found any evidence on me, have you?"

"You understand, but you just don't want to admit it. It's okay, and I don't intend to expect you to admit it." Zhang Jin said, "You want evidence, so let's talk about another thing, the fingerprints on the murder weapon in the Kunta case It was you who submitted the report."

"It's me, is there a problem?"

"I asked Police Officer Sasha that the fingerprint inspection report usually takes three to seven days. The day you got the report was the 17th, and it was only two days after the incident. The real report hasn't come out yet. Go ask now. The center will know that the report you provided is false."

"The inspection center occasionally speeds up the progress and improves the efficiency, can't it?" Wen Song felt a little ridiculous.

Zhang Jin nodded and said, "Yes, but you overlooked one point. If there is no fingerprint of Lin Mo on the murder weapon, wouldn't you be exposed?"

"impossible."

"Why is it impossible? Officer Sasha, please show him the inspection report."

In the monitoring room, Du Lang turned his nose and brought over the inspection report: "It's strange, there is really no Lin Mo's fingerprint on the murder weapon. Could it be that he is not the murderer? No, he must have worn gloves so he didn't leave any fingerprints on it. fingerprint."

"Have you finished reading it? Give it to me." Sasha took the report from Du Lang, walked into the interrogation room, and put the report on the table.

"Thank you." Zhang Jin nodded to Sasha, then pointed to the report on the table and said to Wen Song, "You can see for yourself whether there are Lin Mo's fingerprints on this real report."

Wen Song opened the report, and the expression on his face suddenly became gloomy.

"Do you know why there are no fingerprints on it? You want to blame him. You think you can get his fingerprints by pretending to be a disabled old man to trick him into pushing a wheelchair. It's a pity that you don't know much about your scavenger." Zhang Jin finished speaking He stood up and walked outside, "Don't worry, I think Ivy will come in to accompany you soon."

Before going out, Wen Song behind him suddenly said, "The 16 Bangkok Chinatown murder case and the gold case were actually the ones you solved, right?"

"Is it important?" Zhang Jin walked out without looking back.

"The false report and what happened last night are enough to convict him, but we still can't prove that he is a smiling face," Sasha said.

"Someone will prove it for us."

"Who?"

"Ivy."

"Do you know where she is?"

"I know, she is with Lin Mo, I will go to them now, but you have to do me a favor."

"What are you busy with?"

"Lie." Zhang Jin smiled slightly.

……

Nose wearing a collar said: "Sasha and that detective left the police station, they must have gone to find Ivy, boss, what should we do now?"

"What else can I do, hurry up and catch Lin Mo and Ivy back! We are already so far behind, and this little girl will ride on me if this continues!" Du Lang was very irritable .

The deputy director didn't take it seriously, and now he is being robbed of the limelight by a police officer who has just graduated. Why is he so unlucky this year? I have burned incense and worshiped Buddha!

"Boss, boss!" Glasses hurriedly rushed into the office to report, "Something has happened!"

"What's the big panic? Can't you keep your focus!" Du Lang scolded.

"The technical department cracked Kunta's computer, which triggered the Trojan horse in his mailbox. The emails in the mailbox have been synchronously sent to more than a dozen other mailboxes, all of which are mailboxes of major news media." Glasses said.

"What else needs to be sent to the major media?" Bitou asked doubtfully.

"Because Kunta is the illegitimate son of Zheng Suming, the richest man of Chinese descent in Thailand!" Glasses explained.

Suddenly, three notification tones sounded in the room at the same time.

Du Lang subconsciously picked up the phone and opened it, only to see a shocking explosion news was reported in the push news above.

"After investigation a few days ago, Kunta, the man who died mysteriously at the club, is the illegitimate son of Zheng Suming, the former richest man in Thailand!"

Sasha turned the phone screen to Zhang Jin and said, "That's why you asked me to ask the technical department to crack Kunta's computer? Did you know that he is Zheng Suming's illegitimate son?"

Zhang Jin, who was driving, didn't look sideways: "At first I thought maybe I could find some clues in Kunta's notebook, but now it seems that my guess has been verified. Smiley must have his reasons for choosing Kunta."

"Now that Kunta is dead, Ivy is the only heir to the billions of dollars of inheritance. In her capacity, will she still admit that she is a smiley actor, and will she cooperate with us in identifying the smiley face?"

"Yes, because as long as the smiling face is eradicated, she can justifiably inherit the inheritance." Zhang Jin said.

What's more, Ivy's original purpose was for this inheritance and the elimination of the Smiley Organization.

(End of this chapter)