After cleaning up, Jiang Fengqi straightened his waist -- just now, he had been lying on his waist in the air-raid shelter, and earlier, the author had also explained that the height of the air-raid shelter was limited, and people could not walk upright in the air-raid shelter.

After stretching his body, Jiang Feng lifted his pants and rubber boots and walked towards No. 186. His steps are light, his movements are swift, and he can't see the shadow of a sixty-one-year-old man on his body, Jiang Fengqi is really not simple, he can still do things at this age, it can be seen that his body is very good. In the end, Jiang Fengqi floated into the room like a ghost, and these were all seen by Chen Guoquan and his old mother-in-law.

When Chen Jie, Yan Jianhua and Han Lingling first met Jiang Fengqi, he looked weak and old.

After Jiang Fengqi entered the house, he did not turn on the lights.

Soon, Han Lingling heard the sound of picking up a hot water bottle and pouring water into the teacup, followed by the sound of drinking water, Jiang Fengqi was busy for a short time, both hard and nervous, he must be thirsty.

Soon, Han Lingling heard the sound of the bed shaking - the kind of sound that people often make when they undress and go to bed. Immediately afterwards, he heard the sound of wrapping the quilt and shivering, Jiang Fengqi must have frozen.

About five minutes later, Han Lingling and Li Dahong heard Jiang Fengqi's snoring, Li Dahong was right, Jiang Fengqi's snoring was very even-Jiang Fengqi had already fallen asleep.

Han Lingling touched Li Dahong's hand, and then walked to the door.

It's time to report to Ouyang Ping.

Li Dahong held up the right door and opened it gently.

Han Lingling flashed out of the room.

A few minutes later, Han Lingling knocked on the window of No. 106 - the street was outside.

Soon, the lights on 106 and 107 came on.

The comrades did not sleep, they were waiting for news from Han Lingling.

Han Lingling rushed into the door of the hostel and walked straight towards No. 106. The two staff members at the service desk looked at Han Lingling's back in surprise.

After listening to Han Lingling's report, Ouyang Ping waved his hand: "Go." The iron should be struck while it is hot, so as not to have many dreams at night. We went to the air-raid shelter to find the stolen goods, and then arrested Jiang Fengqi. ”

Chen Jie and Liu Dayu each took a flashlight; Ouyang Ping took an emergency lamp - an emergency lamp was needed in the air-raid shelter; Yan Jianhua put a pair of handcuffs in his pants pocket.

When everyone walked to the small door in the backyard, the small door opened automatically -- Li Dahong was waiting inside the small door.

The group cautiously walked into the aisle.

According to Ouyang Ping's orders, Yan Jianhua and Zuo Xiangdong stayed at the gate of No. 186, and the others went to the mound with Han Lingling and Li Dahong.

When the comrades passed by the foyer, there was no sound under their feet, how many years have the comrades been engaged in criminal investigation work, and the bowl of rice of criminal investigation is not eaten in vain.

After seeing Ouyang Ping and others, Chen Guoquan also tiptoed out of the door and followed behind Ouyang Ping and Wei Zimin. Ouyang Ping nodded at Chen Guoquan, which was regarded as a greeting. This benevolent brother has not slept until now, and he can be regarded as a responsible man.

Ouyang Ping decided that three people would go into the bomb shelter: one was Han Lingling, one was Li Wenhua, and the other was Ouyang Ping himself.

Han Lingling knew the approximate location of Jiang Fengqi's hidden things, Ouyang Ping and Li Wenhua were relatively short in stature, and they would be more comfortable in the low air-raid shelter.