Chapter 21 Chapter 19 Hangzhou Robbery Case

"Pack up your bags. It seems that we have to go to Hangzhou this time, and take a look at the No. 1 Tide in the World and Leifeng Pagoda." Mr. Holmes said after putting away the newspaper. I quickly packed up some necessary items, and Ryan carefully put away the half sheepskin roll that was still spread on the table.Mr. Holmes took it and didn't put it in the paper tube again. Instead, he wrapped it in a plastic bag and stuffed it directly into the pocket inside the windbreaker. After checking out the room, we didn't go to the train station, but rushed to Chongqing Jiangbei Airport non-stop, and boarded flight CA1760 at noon.

During the time on the plane, I dug out the travel materials in the net pocket on the back of the front seat as usual. A lake reflects twin towers, three islands inlaid in the lake, and three embankments Lingbibo.Hangzhou is located in the northwest of Zhejiang Province, bordering Hangzhou Bay on the east, Shaoxing and Jinhua on the south, Huzhou and Jiaxing on the north, and Huizhou on the west.Hangzhou is located on the southern edge of the Yangtze River Delta and the Qiantang River Basin, with complex and diverse terrain.The beautiful West Lake lives next to the city, the green mountains live around the city, the Beijing-Hangzhou Canal passes through the city, and the surging Qiantang River flows out of the city.There are clouds and mountains on three sides and a city on one side, where rivers, lakes and mountains blend together; spring, summer, autumn and winter each have their own scenery, and cloudy, sunny, rainy and snowy have unique sentiments.Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty said: "When I recall Jiangnan, Hangzhou is the most memorable." In the 13th century AD, Italian traveler Marco Polo praised Hangzhou as "the most beautiful and luxurious city in the world" in his travel notes.

Three hours later, we arrived at Hangzhou Xiaoshan International Airport.After leaving the airport, I hailed a taxi and went straight to the Jianggan District Police Station in Hangzhou. "There is heaven above, and Suzhou and Hangzhou below." As expected, the car runs along the highway along the river, with high-rise buildings on one side and green shade dotted among them; on the other side is the blue sky and green river with sparkling water. The memory of "Seventy Yards" is still there. Hu Bin probably hasn't lost weight yet, but there are still all kinds of luxury cars driving on the street, or pass us by each other, or overtake us, leaving behind a domineering exhaust , and then disappeared.

My eyes were not at a disadvantage along the way, until I arrived at the destination, my pupils were still a little overwhelmed.Mr. Holmes next to me pushed me and said, "Let's get down to business first, and then take your time when the case is over." "Oh..." I resentfully withdrew my gaze, which was still turning around, and followed Mr. Holmes into the gate of the police station. Ryan's two IDs were indeed Global Access, and he could go anywhere without hindrance, and soon became acquainted with the people at the police station.The director welcomed us into the office, and Mr. Holmes didn't exchange too many greetings, and directly stated our purpose of coming - to come for Yan Zhijun's death.

The young director was also unambiguous, and soon asked to send over the relevant documents of the case. Yan Zhijun, male, 34 years old, 178 cm tall, 75 kg in weight, originally from Anhui.He is a national A-level wanted criminal, charged with more than a dozen crimes including drug trafficking, intentional homicide, and poisoning. On September 26, when the Qiantang River was at high tide, tourists found the body pushed up by the tide on the Zhijiang Road beach.His body was wrapped in a sack at the time, and his ID card, wallet, watch and other valuables were all there, and he didn’t have a mobile phone. There was a wound on the back of his head caused by a blunt instrument, but this was not the cause of death. He was drowned.

There are witnesses to the case.According to an elderly couple who took a walk, at about 11 o'clock in the evening on September 25, when they were walking on the river beach not far below the Second Qianjiang Bridge, they saw something fall from the bridge without a sound. , plunged into the water with a "plop", at first they thought it was someone committing suicide, but then they saw two black figures on the bridge disappear at the railing.The two were very scared and immediately went home. After seeing the news in the newspaper the next day, they were persuaded by their son to come to the police station to provide witness evidence on the third day.

Another witness was a freight driver. When he was taking the Hangzhou-Ningbo Expressway that night, he also saw a silver-white car parked on the left side of the bridge center. As he approached, he saw two people carrying a sack from the car. Throw it into the river, and then the two people got into the car, and the car drove away immediately.At that time, he thought it was throwing some waste, so he didn't pay attention to the license plate number.But soon it occurred to him that the body might be dumped, and he immediately called the police.The police were dispatched immediately. Due to the rush of water late in the day, no body was salvaged that night. It was not until the high tide the next morning that the body tied in a sack was discovered.

There are also photos of the deceased in the archives: very unruly mohawk hairstyle, the raised clumps were dyed yellow; square face, slightly fierce slanted eyebrows, flat nose bridge, very wide chin... this ... Isn't this the same as the Xia Fuyou that the old boatman on the Jiangshang in Fengdu said?Yan Zhijun was indeed the fake Mr. Holmes, the one who blatantly challenged Mr. Holmes.Unfortunately, when they met for the first time, the so-called opponent in front of Mr. Holmes was a soaked and swollen corpse. Afterwards Mr. Holmes frowned and did not relax it for a long time. Yan Zhijun's sudden death overturned his original idea, and Mr. Holmes, who has always been the only one who respects himself, cannot bear this.

Yan Zhijun is a generation of drug lords. He has been wanted by the whole country for so long, and the police failed to catch him. However, he was so easily knocked out, and then he was thrown off the bridge and sank into the Qiantang River. Naturally, it was the people around him who did it.It appears that our enemies are at war. Now it can be confirmed that the person who gave Mr. Holmes those two skull-shaped fitness balls was undoubtedly Yan Zhijun.But now he is dead, knocked unconscious from behind, and then thrown into the Qiantang River.Who killed him?Is it an enemy or a friend? At first, Mr. Holmes was even waiting in the hotel room for the protester Yan Zhijun to come to his door, but now that he is dead, our clues have been cut off.The only thing left is Professor Wilmots, who can't see the end of the dragon. Will he really come to us for the half parchment as Mr. Holmes said?How can he find us? ——Or, the person who is really manipulating behind the scenes, sending people to follow us along the way, and even directing Yan Zhijun to pretend to be Mr. Holmes to demonstrate, mastering all our whereabouts and every move, is that Professor Wilmots, or someone else people?

I became more and more confused, and still turned my attention to Mr. Holmes. Mr. Holmes was sitting on the sofa, still frowning tightly, with his mouth tightly shut, holding the umbrella with both hands, and slowly tapping the umbrella hook with the index and middle fingers of his right hand. After a long time, he said to us: "You two go out for a walk first, let me think quietly for a while, and I will go to you later." felt hat, covering half of his face. Ryan looked at me and shrugged. I also spread my hands, got up and walked out first. Walking on the boulevard, Ryan and I walked side by side, silent, looking down at our feet.The scenery was the same when I came here, but this time I came out of the police station for an interview and walked and looked at it again, but I felt that my taste had changed. .

With a "squeak", a police car suddenly stopped beside us. "Shi Hua, Ryan, hurry up and get in the car." Mr. Holmes' hurried voice came over simultaneously with the sound of brakes.Ryan and I didn't have time to think about it, like a conditioned reflex, we immediately opened the car door and jumped in. The car driven by a policeman from the police station was staring straight ahead with a tense face, his hands on the steering wheel were exposed due to excessive force and blue veins.The director was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, and there were two policemen sitting in the back row. They were also looking forward, with their right hands still tightly wrapped around the holsters around their waists. Seeing everyone's expressions as if they were facing an enemy, I suddenly became nervous.I was about to ask Mr. Holmes something, but when I turned around and saw Mr. Holmes' expression was extremely serious, I opened my mouth and finally closed it. The car drove out of the urban area very quickly, and even drove out of the road at a mountain depression in the suburbs. The car didn't stop until it was in a dense forest. Mr. Holmes got out of the car first, and the director and police followed up in two rows. Ryan and I, who were at the end, jumped in line and ran to Mr. Holmes's side from left to right.At this time, Mr. Holmes finally spoke. Without squinting, he said as he walked, "You have a great talent for keeping silent when you should be quiet. If you have a more flexible mind, you can be regarded as a qualified assistant." "..." His words directly squeezed into my stomach whatever I wanted to express. "There is no need to be silent, we still need you to adjust the atmosphere in many cases. And although sometimes your analysis is obviously wrong, it must be wrong, but this just serves as a reference for my thinking and gives me reverse thinking Inspiration, so as not to fall into the rut of traditional thinking like yours." Mr. Holmes's face, which had been tightly furrowed, finally relaxed and relaxed at this moment, and he did not forget to tease me. I smiled awkwardly, not so teasing, right?Without the mediocrity of the assistant, how can the excellence of the protagonist be brought out? The group walked back to the side of the road. Mr. Holmes stood there with an umbrella, turned his head and looked around the surrounding terrain.Then he pointed to the right side, and he led the team to run in that direction first. This road obviously came out from the middle of the mountain, and where we are now is the higher side of the gorge where the road was suddenly cut off.Below is the road, and on the opposite side is a slightly smaller gorge.Mr. Holmes asked all of us to crawl and hide, leaving only one policeman to cover his head with grass and use binoculars to look out and report the situation in time. I finally couldn't bear it anymore, half propped up my prostrate body and asked, "Comrade Xia Fuyou, what are we going to do?" "Hush..." Mr. Holmes put his index finger to his mouth, signaling me to be quiet. I closed my mouth in resentment, and lay down again, fully touching the cold ground—is this counted as throwing myself on the ground? ——Ryan and I looked at each other blankly, no way, just wait and see what kind of medicine they sell in their gourds. "Here we come!" the policeman with his head sticking out of the mound, covered by weeds, called softly.He also raised his hand slightly upwards, signaling us to pay attention and enter the alert state. Everyone's eyes "swipe" to Mr. Holmes.Mr. Holmes began to deploy in a soft voice: "If my reasoning is correct, we will be on fire later, and we will stand still for now. If the prison guards who are escorting have problems and cannot support them, Director Yu will take your people, and I and You go around and sneak behind them." Then he turned his head, gave me a meaningful look, and then told Ryan: "You two stay here and continue to monitor, Ryan, you are a soldier, don't act rashly, take care of Shihua." "Can't I act together with you?" Ryan asked, a little dissatisfied. "This is an order. Consolidating the rear is as important as going to the front to fight." Mr. Holmes said to him solemnly. "Yes, sir!" Ryan prostrated himself on the ground and gave a military salute. I was protected as a weak person like this, even though I was unwilling, I had to accept it.Not to mention unarmed, if you give me a gun, I may not be able to use it.What's more, everyone's stern looks along the way, and Mr. Holmes' appalling remarks about the possible exchange of fire, all made me feel as if a big war was about to break out.My participation in this scene is a pile of cannon fodder, and it will become a burden if I need someone to protect me. A fight is about to start.At this moment, I quietly crawled to Mr. Holmes' side, lying on my stomach beside him, my body trembling slightly. Mr. Holmes glanced at me sideways, and said in a low voice, "I told you, last time I left Zhangjiajie, I got off the train early on the way to Fengdu, and when I came to Hangzhou, I ran into the prison car escorting Yan Tongjun. That was loaded with guns and live ammunition. Today is the second day to escort Yan Tongjun to the execution ground." "So we set up an ambush here? Will they intercept the prison van again and try to kill Yan Tongjun?" I asked in a low voice. "Yes, they didn't kill Yan Tongjun last time, maybe they were lucky, thinking that Yan Tongjun still didn't let go." Mr. Holmes said in a low voice. "But the younger brother who wanted to avenge Yan Tongjun—or Yan Zhijun who also wanted to kill his brother to silence him has already been killed." I am still a little puzzled. "The two brothers of the Yan family are just two pawns. After the expiration date, they will be discarded. The thugs recruited by the mastermind have always had the fate of being silenced. Not only the two brothers, but also Qi Wanfu, maybe there are even more Lots of people," said Mr Holmes. "Closer!" The police officer who was following him shouted in a low voice. I poked my head up slightly, and saw a fully enclosed prison transport vehicle driving into my field of vision. This vehicle was slowly advancing along the right side of the road, and three other police vehicles were driving at a uniform speed in front of, behind, and behind it. Left, enclosing it in the middle.It seems that after the last attack, they are fully prepared this time, drive slowly and take adequate protection. When the car gradually approached our ambush site, everyone held their breath.I can hear my heart beating. Slowly, slowly, the convoy passed in front of us slowly, and then walked forward along the road, leaving only the exhaust pipe and the back for us. There was no imaginary scene, no men in black equipped with advanced weapons, no bullets flying from a certain corner, no flames and corpses flying... "Hi." I lowered myself and kept tilting my head Peeping at his head, he rubbed his sore neck, and complained in a low voice: "It's a waste of work, he is so powerful, maybe he knew that he had let go." "Boom! Boom! Boom!" There were three consecutive explosions. I subconsciously covered my ears, closed my eyes and buried my head in the crook of my arms, with my face in direct contact with the ground.I felt the mountains shaking for a while, and even adobe and cement blocks flew over my head. After a short buffer time, he raised his head and looked outside, only to see that there were only four unrecognizable charred black bodies still burning in the convoy.On the nearby roads and hillsides, some blown up parts and corpses were scattered here and there—it was impossible to tell whether it belonged to the police officers or the remaining two death row prisoners.The whole scene was horrible. "Remote control bomb!" Mr. Holmes waved his hand to stop the police officers from the police station who were about to rush out to rescue them. He gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't expect them to even have this kind of thing. There must be people watching nearby. When the car reaches the position where the bomb is planted, press it." Controller. Don't act rashly, we are in the dark and the enemy is also in the dark. I underestimated them, there may be sniper attacks, don't make unnecessary casualties. Call the above to report the situation, and call for support as soon as possible." Director Yu called in a deep voice to report the seriousness of the situation to the senior management, and then the scene was completely silent.I counted my heartbeats like an alarm clock. After about ten minutes, it felt like several hours. At this time, Mr. Holmes got up first, and walked down the slope with his umbrella. Back to the place where we hid the car, everyone got into the car in silence, and then drove back to the scene of the incident.The rescue team had already arrived at the scene, and a person who looked like the team leader shook hands with director Yu and Mr. Holmes seriously, and said: "The gangsters used RDX—cyclotrimethyltriammonium trinitrate. It is a high-energy military product. Explosives, commonly known as RDX, also known as cyclone explosives, are one and a half times more destructive than TNT." "..." I was stunned for a while. After using heavy weapons to ambush a prisoner truck and kill a drug dealer with open fire last time, they actually used this high-energy military explosive this time.The ability of our opponents can be seen. "How about the casualties?" Director Yu asked on the side. "There were 13 drivers and police officers, and 11 died at the scene. Two of them suffered severe burns and were sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. Two death-row prisoners including Yan Tongjun also died at the scene. Due to the severe burns on their faces and broken limbs, many of the dead are currently unidentifiable. Identity." The man's voice was emotionless, as if he was reading some speech lines. "Boom!" Mr. Holmes slammed the tip of his umbrella on the ground.I looked over, and saw that his resolute gaze was mixed with a wave of anger at this moment, and even the eyelids were turned up; the mouth was tightly closed, and it could be guessed that his two rows of teeth were squeezing vigorously. with. It seemed that Mr. Holmes was really stimulated.Another bloody crime, and it happened directly in front of him—how could he not be pissed at the presence of a detective who volunteered to send every criminal he encountered to hell?