when the moon whispers

Chapter 537 Rose-Wall (Part )

Case Seven Rose
Thirty-one walls (Part 1)

The slightly old-fashioned satellite phone lay quietly in the compartment of Liang Ming's wide-open safe.

Boss Liang seemed not to care at all about his pigtail which had been tightly held for a long time. He even crossed his legs and leaned on the sofa with interest, holding his cheek and trying to find out some rare methods of positioning and monitoring from the technician who came a little late to confirm the communication situation of the satellite phone. Then, while listening to the young policeman's talkative explanation, he yawned dully, tilted his head to glance at the satellite phone with bumps and scratches, and sneered contemptuously.

"So where on earth did the call come from? You can't even find the place? This is really scary. I thought you guys had great monitoring and positioning abilities!"

Xiaomi Lu came over in a circuit maintenance uniform, sitting cross-legged at the coffee table, looking at the slightly hot satellite phone, pinching his earlobe, his palms sweating with nervousness. He blushed when he heard Liang Ming's innocent ridicule, raised his head and looked at Xiao Letian who was quietly pressing next to Liang Ming's unruly sitting posture and trying to warn him to be honest, then turned to Jiang Mo, frowning a little embarrassed.

"Shut up." Jiang Mo glanced at Liang Ming, who was speaking in a disrespectful tone, and gave him a direct and concise remark before leaning over to Xiaomi Lu: "Cannot search for the exact frequency band? What does that mean?"

"Generally speaking... or to put it simply, satellite phones have fixed frequencies or automatically search for available satellite networks. If the incoming call signal is not relayed from a domestic satellite, we can only try to track where the call came from. However, this kind of satellite phone can only be answered in a certain area. The situation of interception outside the area... I really... have never seen it before..."

Xiaomi Lu took a breath in a tangled manner, raised his eyes slightly, and glanced at Liang Ming quickly, "But if I can get a call... maybe I can give it a try..."

"That's great. This broken phone rings at noon if nothing happens, and at midnight if something happens. It's like a death announcement. First, it confirms whether I'm dead or alive, and then it checks to see if the communication equipment that could be related to them has fallen into the hands of irrelevant people and delayed the big boss from making money..."

Liang Ming stood up, patted his butt, picked up the towel and bathrobe that he had left on the sofa a long time ago, and walked two steps towards the living room corridor. He glanced at the two young men who followed closely behind him, swung his arms and sneered a few times, then turned around and pounded his fist to remind them kindly, "But I can't say whether this satellite phone has any monitoring or wiretapping equipment. The officers are wise and brave, but I don't have the courage to do that... It's not time to contact yet, how about we be careful?"

Liang Ming's voice drifted slowly into the corridor along with the tapping of slippers. The living room was silent for a moment. Several young colleagues who were sitting or standing around the sofa and the safe stared at each other in dismay, not daring to speak. It was not until the splashing sound of the shower in the bathroom came that the living room was in a low commotion for a few seconds, and then all of them cast their eyes on Jiang Mo, who had a closer relationship with the command center.

"... Before Liang Ming's play of confessing his crime and turning to the light began with the beating of gongs and drums, his first priority was to save his life."

Jiang Mo raised his eyebrows and snorted lightly, put his arm around Xiaomi Lu's shoulder and patted him twice, then stood up and walked into the corridor on the flat floor. When he stood at the door of the living room, he glanced in the direction of the safe with some concern, and threw out a few words to reassure the experienced people in the room. Then he turned around, held the headphones and stepped on the LED light strip under the glass bricks in the corridor, and sighed slowly.

"Since he dared to say something that would cost him his life, it proves that this thing won't cause any big problems... But the satellite phone thing is so confusing and has no origin or destination. No matter how I think about it, I feel unsure - Master, now... wait for news?"

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The tower of the pump station had been in disrepair for a long time and had leaked in the rain. The cool breeze blowing through the hall made Jiang Qing, who was lying on the commanding height, shrink into his collar and sneeze. Gu Xing first snorted and laughed, "It's too low-level for a SWAT captain to make such a small mistake." Then he immediately threw a sentence to Jiang Mo, "Be careful and stay safe," to comfort him, and stayed in the command vehicle and dryly "clicked" twice with a lighter. "Old Jiang, what's going on?"

"It's calm. This place is really nice except for the cold wind. There are a few trees growing nearby, which makes it different. The air is fresh—"

Jiang Qing raised his hand and wiped his nose. "They were right to seal off this broken tire factory. It's been so many years, and there's still that smell of some unknown preparation in the river... It's a pity that Xiao Huang was able to sneak in through the wastewater pipe."

"The tire factory has been closed down and abandoned for many years, but Shengcheng International is not in a hurry to develop it... It's not necessarily that the factory has been idle for many years."

Gu Xing paused for a moment, then rubbed his lighter and said to Jiang Qing, "Who asked you whether you want to blow dry the wind? There are still five hours before the delivery time Liang Ming told us. I'm asking you about the situation in the factory and the surrounding areas."

"The personnel on the outer wall are basically in place. No suspicious vehicles or obstructions were found. Inside the factory... on the south side, Warehouse No. 3 is locked. A team is in place. There happens to be a broken ventilation shutter on the second floor of the warehouse - let me take a look... The location of the basement is consistent with what was told in advance, under the iron stairs, and it is locked tightly. But..."

Jiang Qing hissed, "Is there something missing in this warehouse... It seems a little empty..."

Gu Xing paused as he twisted the lighter: "Micking something?"

"Hmm... hard to say... who is in the first group? Wen Chen, right? Be careful, brother. There aren't many convenient places to hide here... and judging from the traces on the ground, someone must have moved things in this warehouse not too long ago."

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Boss Liang painstakingly renovated the three-sided views of the more than 400-square-meter waterfront mansion so that only the living room could offer a bright view. The dim decoration and glass walls were always within reach, and the twists and turns were like a miniature maze, making it depressing and suffocating.

Jiang Mo walked around the room carrying the inspection equipment, and finally stopped in front of a porcelain ornament with imitation oil painting brushstrokes. He looked at the familiar style of paint on it and leaned against the wall.

Jiang Mo had no idea what this familiar face looked like. He stared at it for two seconds and took out his phone to take a photo. Just as he lowered his head, he heard the sound of a shower head coming from the wall, approaching suddenly and clearly.

"you--"

Due to work and health reasons, I will be working on another day~
"Three thousand worlds in a speck of dust, eighty thousand springs in half an instant."