Just as Mu Chen was about to head to the Jiang City Welfare Institute.
Zhao Changchun and the others who were pursuing Wang Haibo also called Li Jiangnan who was still in the command center.
After hearing that Dao King Haibo ran away, Li Jiangnan felt very surprised.
Soon after.
"Where's that Mr. Mu?" Li Jiangnan asked anxiously. Are you still there?"
This question completely stunned Zhao Changchun and the others.
"Why are you staring at Mr. Mu? We chased separately, so we don't know where he is exactly.”
However, Li Jiangnan's anxious voice once again made the three of them stand rooted to the ground.
"Mister Mu is fake. He might be Mu Chen!”
"I just sent you a message. Why didn't you read it?”
Li Jiangnan's voice carried some blame.
This news exploded in the minds of the three of them like thunder.
Then, the sharp Wang Qian could not help but recall all the lakes from before.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was amiss. For a moment, she felt that Mister Mu was very similar to Mu Chen.
It turned out to be a conspiracy from the beginning to the end.
By the time the inspectors from the command center had arrived, Mu Chen had already disappeared. He only found a coat at the intersection of an alley.
At this moment.
On a road leading to the suburbs not far from the new village in the South State.
Wang Haibo pulled his wife and son, carrying a few pieces of clothes on his back as he walked quickly.
His eyes were filled with fear. He looked around from time to time as if he was looking for something.
"Dad, where are we going? I have to get up early to go to school tomorrow.”
Wang Haibo's son asked in puzzlement, as if he did not understand why his father would suddenly drag his mother and himself along and run away crazily like fugitives.
Hearing his son's question, Wang Haibo's body seemed to have been struck by lightning and stopped.
He turned his head, his eyes moist as he reached out to touch his son's head."Yeah, we still have school tomorrow. We can't leave... I can't leave…"
In the command center.
The entire process was replayed on the big screen. It could be seen that Mu Chen had obtained the information to join the program, and then entered the Inspection Bureau through forged documents.
Here, Mu Chen had openly investigated the 915 case and achieved his goal.
And they were actually discussing with a suspect who was suspected to be the murderer how to catch him.
Especially Wang Qian, her face was pale and her eyes were filled with confusion.
He couldn't help but wonder if all of this was real.
Even Zhao Changchun, who claimed to have an FBI IQ of 172, looked down at the information on the table like an ostrich.
In the beginning, he had some doubts about Mu Chen's identity, but the other party had cleverly bypassed him.
This time, his face and his identity as an FBI agent were all lost.
It was as if he had been slapped to death.
Wang De, who was sitting next to him, had a dark expression on his face.
He had almost wanted to investigate the case with the other party, but he did not expect to be fooled again this time.
This time.
No one said anything, because they had known about Mu Chen since a long time ago.
He was very cunning and good at disguising himself.
Creak--
The door opened.
Bai Lin, who walked in, felt countless cold gazes cast on him.
She shivered and almost went back in shock.
She calmed herself down and said.
"Wang Haibo has come to surrender."
Hearing this, everyone was shocked.
"Why did he turn himself in?"
Zhao Changchun immediately looked at Bai Lin in confusion and asked.
"He came to turn himself in for the 915 serial murders.”
Bai Lin's answer instantly made the command room fall silent again.
......
At the same time.
At the entrance of the Jiangcheng Welfare Institute.
It was already late at night, and there were many hotels. Only the lights of the guards were still on.
Mu Chen walked over and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
A man's voice came from inside.
The door was opened, and a white-haired guard looked at Mu Chen and asked in confusion,""It's so late. What are you doing here?"
"My name is Wang Tianyi. Uncle Wang asked me to donate." Mu Chen smiled.”
As he spoke, he took out 500 yuan from his pocket and handed it over.
"The Uncle Wang you're talking about is?"
The guard didn't take the money and looked him up and down.
"Wang Haibo, he comes here often.”
Hearing this name, the guard immediately revealed a smile and let Mu Chen enter the house.
His attitude immediately became much more polite. He said,"Aiya, you should have said so earlier. Come in and sit.”
When Mu Chen saw this, he understood that Wang Haibo often came here.
He started chatting.
"Who are you to Wang Haibo? He hasn't been here for a week. I thought something was going to happen.”
The guard poured a cup of water for Mu Chen and asked.
"I'm actually Uncle Wang's neighbor. Recently, he had some matters at home that he couldn't leave, so he asked me to come over and take a look.”
As Mu Chen spoke, he naturally followed the conversation and said,"I didn't expect Uncle Wang to be such a kind-hearted person. His life was not good to begin with, but he often came to the welfare institute.”
Hearing this, the guard sighed.
"Yes, eight years ago, Old Wang came to help.”
"Especially his son, Wang Hu. The money that Old Wang sends over every week is actually for him.”
Hearing this.
Mu Chen's eyes moved, and he pretended to be puzzled.""Wang Hu?"
Seeing that he didn't know, the guard was a little surprised and asked.
"Didn't Old Wang tell you? He treats Wang Hu like his own son.”
At this point, the guard looked a little sad.
"Speaking of which, Wang Hu is really pitiful. When he was one or two years old, his mother left.”
"After that, because no one was willing to raise him, he was sent to the welfare home. He suffered a lot when he was young.”
Hearing this, Mu Chen could not help but ask.
At this moment, he felt as if there was a reason behind it that was gradually surfacing.
Hearing Mu Chen's question, the guard revealed a reminiscing expression and only replied after a long time.
"I also heard that his mother was killed. Sigh, it's really fate.”
As soon as he finished speaking.
Thunder rumbled in the sky outside.
Then, raindrops fell, and in the blink of an eye, they became bigger and bigger.
When Mu Chen heard this, he turned around and handed over 500 yuan to the guard. Then, he bade farewell and left.
Just like that, he walked in the rain, and all the disguise on his face was wiped off.
In his mind.
Broken Finger, Wang Haibo, Wang Hu, the murderer.
They were like strands of rain, interweaving with each other and gradually weaving the final truth.
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