Sheriff Uncle, open the door quickly! I've come to solve a case!

"Uncle, hug me~"

Bai Zhizhi stretched out his hand and lazily approached Qin Qingzhou.

Qin Qingzhou picked her up, and she directed Qin Qingzhou to walk towards the table.

Besides instant noodles, there was only one book on the table: "Local Historical Materials".

Bai Zhizhi stood on the chair, protected by Qin Qingzhou, before she could touch the book.

Instantly, the spiritual energy in the air gathered, twisted, and was drawn into Bai Zhizhi's palm.

Of course, apart from Bai Zhizhi, the other two cannot see these things.

They only saw Bai Zhizhi with her eyes closed, her small face looking particularly serious.

"I saw it."

Qin Qingzhou seemed a little nervous for some reason: "What did you see?"

"The big bad guy ran away with the computer, saying he was going to the factory to see them."

The two were shocked; Bai Zhizhi actually possessed such an ability!

"See them?" Li Ku asked in confusion.

"This means he has accomplices," Qin Qingzhou said seriously. "Zhizhi, can you sense that person is still in the city?"

Bai Zhizhi nodded and then closed her eyes again.

"The big bad guy is still here."

Qin Qingzhou: "What's the exact location?"

"Knowing but not knowing..."

"It's alright, this is enough." Qin Qingzhou immediately made a phone call: "Instantly investigate all factories in the city, including abandoned ones! Suspect Wang Dahong has accomplices; we mustn't alert him!"

After finishing the call, he patted Bai Zhizhi on the head: "Well done, you truly deserve to be our little analyst."

I know my uncle praised me, hehe!

Bai Zhizhi blushed and swayed shyly on the chair. Before she could even sway twice, Li Ku tucked her into his arms and carried her away.

With this crucial clue, the police conducted a full investigation of all factories in the city and soon discovered an abandoned factory next to a coastal highway that appeared to be inhabited.

"This factory has been using large amounts of electricity for six consecutive months. We have verified this with the landlord, and each time the large amount of electricity was used at night. When our people went nearby to investigate, they did hear noises coming from inside."

……

There wasn't a single streetlamp in the entire area; only a pale moon, mostly obscured by thin clouds, cast a faint, cold light that barely outlined the factory buildings, casting large shadows across the ground.

The wall was covered with dry, tangled vines, and the waist-high wild grass and messy shrubs along the edge of the wall provided natural cover.

The police officers remained silent, hidden in the bushes, like cheetahs in the night.

An elderly man with a hunched back slowly appeared on a dilapidated tricycle loaded with some high-quality plums.

Just then, a man came out of the factory to smoke. He saw the old man from afar and walked over with a puzzled look on his face.

"Feeding an old man, what are you doing?"

The old man hurriedly got off his tricycle: "Hey, plum seller, want to buy some plums? There aren't many left, so I'm selling them cheap."

The man looked around; there were no residents nearby, and the factory was abandoned.

"You're trying to sell plums in this godforsaken place? No wonder you're unlikely to sell them."

The old man chuckled, "I had no choice. It's too late now, and there's no one on the streets. I just thought I'd wander around and try my luck."

The man took a drag of his cigarette, realizing he was indeed craving fruit: "Alright, I'll take all these plums. Give me a discount."

"Okay, okay! Thank you!" The old man hurriedly took a plastic bag and started packing the plums.

After watching for a while and confirming that the old man wouldn't do anything wrong, the man leaned to the side and smoked in peace.

"Young man, what are you doing here so late at night?"

"That's none of your business."

"There doesn't seem to be any residential area around here, right? Are you waiting for someone here?"

The man couldn't take it anymore and tossed his cigarette aside: "Hey, you old man, what's it to you? Why don't you just keep selling your lousy plums?"

The old man handed two full bags of plums to the man: "I'm getting old, so I just like to meddle in other people's business."

Just as the man reached out to take the plastic bag, the old man suddenly let go, and the plastic bag fell to the ground, revealing a pistol reflecting the moonlight.

not good!

The man didn't have time to run; the old man shoved him to the ground and pressed the gun to his temple.

The old man lifted his wig, revealing the face of a young police officer: "Don't move, or I'll shoot!"

The man was pinned to the ground, his face contorted in shock. In his panic, he reached for his pants and pressed the alarm.

Instantly, an alarm sounded inside the abandoned factory, piercingly loud in the quiet night.

The moment the alarm sounded, Qin Qingzhou shot off like an arrow: "We can't let them get away!"

Countless police officers rushed out from behind.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

They have a very strong counter-surveillance awareness; once the alarm sounds, everyone disappears into thin air.

The space was filled with computers, and the screens displayed various WeChat chats with other people, both men and women. Just ten minutes ago, a man had been scammed and transferred 200,000 yuan to the scammers.

Technicians arrived shortly afterward and began copying the computer information.

A police officer rushed over: "Captain Qin! We found an underground passage in the factory. They must have escaped through this passage."

"Keep chasing them! Notify the traffic police to block all nearby intersections! They can't have gone far!"

"Yes."

Qin Qingzhou took a deep breath and began to survey her surroundings.

How could he forget that he also has his most powerful secret weapon?

He called out to a passing police officer, "Bring Bai Zhizhi over here."

"yes!"

A minute later, the police officer, panting, dragged Bai Zhizhi over.

Qin Qingzhou knelt down in front of Bai Zhizhi and spoke as softly as possible: "Zhizhi, the time has come to need you. Use your senses to find out where these bad guys have gone."

Bai Zhizhi felt a great responsibility. He nodded vigorously, slowly approached the computer desk, closed his eyes, and began to sense.

"Many bad guys escaped underground, rode in white vans, and ran away from the village."

A village?

Qin Qingzhou quickly reacted and picked up the walkie-talkie: "The suspect is fleeing towards the village to the west. There are unrestricted dirt roads there. Contact the traffic police immediately, and our men are on their way too! The suspect vehicle is a silver van!"

Bai Zhizhi tugged at Qin Qingzhou's sleeve: "Uncle, that big bad guy who tricked the young lady ran off to the beach all by himself."

It's Wang Dahong!

Without hesitation, Qin Qingzhou grabbed Bai Zhizhi and ran.

After getting into the car, Qin Qingzhou stepped on the gas and drove towards the seaside highway, while Bai Zhizhi hurriedly fastened her seatbelt herself.

Bai Zhizhi knew she couldn't cause trouble, so she closed her eyes and kept sensing.

The strain on her senses and the high speed of the car made her very uncomfortable, and she soon became covered in sweat.

"Uncle, the big bad guy is up ahead."

Qin Qingzhou accelerated again, and Bai Zhizhi was thrown against the back of her chair, tears of fear welling up in her eyes.

The sky played tricks, pouring down a torrential downpour, shrouding the whole world in a misty rain. Cars roared along the coastal highway, the sea breeze making it hard to breathe.

Soon, a black sedan slowly came into view.