When Mo Yan and Zhao Lie arrived at the private pier where the yacht was located, many people had gathered here. In addition to the port police, most of the others were the families of hostages and the private detectives they hired. In addition, there were also some seemingly idle people walking back and forth around the dock. In fact, they were plainclothes police and security guards on the dock in order to prevent the omnipresent port media.

After Zhao Lie and Mo Yan got out of the car, a police officer in charge of the reception immediately came over and exchanged a few greetings with Zhao Lie.

Zhao Lie asked: "Mr. Chen, when will the yacht open?"

Mr. Chen smiled bitterly and said, "Wait a little longer, there are still two people invited by the company. After all, this yacht is a proof. You can't visit it casually like a vegetable garden, right? Mr. Zhao, please be careful not to be impatient. When everyone arrives, the yacht will be open to everyone."

Zhao Lie expressed his understanding and nodded, "No problem."

Mr. Chen glanced at Mo Yan and asked Zhao Lie, "Is this person you invited? He is quite young..."

Zhao Lie didn't know how to introduce Mo Yan, so he had to nod his head vaguely.

Mo Yan looked at the white luxury yacht not far away and asked, "Is that yacht?"

The yacht he mentioned leaned on the pier, undulating slightly in the sea. Its luxury and nobility can be clearly felt even if it is more than ten meters away...

Mr. Chen nodded and said, "That's right, it's just it. It will be open to you in half an hour at most."

Mo Yan nodded and walked straight towards the yacht.

Mr. Chen thought Mo Yan wanted to get on the yacht and was about to stop him. But Mo Yan suddenly stopped.

Then, he stood under the street light at the dock, lit a cigarette, and looked at the yacht from afar...

With a self-consciousness, he doesn't need to go on a yacht for inspection at all.

Leaning against the lamppost, he narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully searched for clues in the yacht.

Lingtaichung. A large amount of data poured out like a waterfall...

Smell, footprints, blood. All traces on the yacht are captured by the self and reflected in the form of data.

A few minutes later, Mo Yan frowned slightly.

There are a breath of twenty-three people on the yacht. Apart from the eleven hostages that were kidnapped, the other breaths should be left by kidnappers and the port police officers who boarded the yacht. The same is true, including footprints, which are all in a mess, and it is difficult to find useful clues from them.

Mo Yan pondered for a moment and started to activate his mind.

The ideology can only identify traces from a physical perspective, while the mind and eyes can see breath that cannot be observed by the naked eye.

The first thing Mo Yan needs to confirm is whether there is any remaining murderous aura, death aura, and blood aura in the yacht.

In the vision, the entire world is broken down into a colorful ocean of aura. Because it is located by the sea, the blue water vapor almost fills the entire vision.

Mo Yan concentrating on identifying that there was a faint blood in the breath that was lingering in the yacht, which should be emitted by the remaining blood.

As for murderous aura, it is itself a manifestation of emotions. It is difficult to identify after dozens of hours.

The only good news is that the yacht is full of chaotic atmospheres, but there is no dead energy.

Generally speaking, the dead energy can be retained for more than 48 hours, which can be determined that at least before the hostages leave the yacht.

For Mo Yan, this is the best news after coming to the port.

At this time, two black cars drove into the dock...

Mo Yan threw away the cigarette butt, walked to Zhao Lie, and said, "We can leave now."

The site investigation has been completed, and he feels there is no need to stay. Now, it is time to go and talk to the police officer Zhao Lie mentioned.

Zhao Lie was surprised and said, "Are you planning to go to the scene to see it?"

Mo Yan said lightly: "No need."

He couldn't explain to Zhao Lie... Actually, I've already inspected the scene. Now we need to save time and go to other places to find breakthroughs.

There are some things he cannot explain to Zhao Lie, nor do he want to explain them.

Zhao Lie frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy. After coughing, he advised: "Are you considering it again?"

Mo Yan glanced at him and said lightly: "Your positioning is to cooperate with me, not to tell me how to do it."

After hearing this, Zhao Lie's brows became even more entangled. After thinking about it, he finally smiled bitterly: "Okay, you have the final say. So, where are we going now?"

Mo Yan said: "Go and talk to the police officer you mentioned."

Although Zhao Lie did not understand why Mo Yan suddenly gave up on the investigation of the scene, it was not particularly resistant in general. After all, the port police had carefully investigated the yachts, and to be honest, the various high-tech assurance equipment owned by the port police were much more reliable than the naked eye. Zhao Lie never thought that the naked eye of those private detectives would be more awesome than high-tech equipment.

Besides, Mr. Chen just told him that the police's forensic report can be obtained in two hours. Whether the yacht can be viewed is actually that true.

"Okay, I'll go drive." Zhao Lie nodded and turned around and wanted to leave.

At this moment, a middle-aged lady with an elegant temperament walked out in the small car not far away...

She looked up at the dock, and when her eyes fell on Mo Yan, she was stunned. Then she seemed to remember something, but she walked towards Mo Yan.

Behind her was a handsome man in his forties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

When Zhao Lie saw this woman, he immediately stopped and whispered to Mo Yan: "It's from the Ming family..."

Mo Yan couldn't help but frown slightly. To be honest, the person he didn't want to see the most at this time was the Ming family.

No matter what, Mingyu disappeared on the way to Wanling to see him, and there were some random factors of making up the couple, so at this moment, he really didn't want to see the Ming family here.

The lady walked up to Mo Yan, frowned slightly, and asked, "Are you... Mo Yan?"

Mo Yan forced a smile and said, "Yes, I am Mo Yan."

The lady's eyes were a little complicated and she said, "It turns out it was you... You have grown up, and if Zhao Lie was not by your side, I wouldn't recognize you."

Mo Yan said: "Who are you?"

The lady said: "I am Mingyu's sister-in-law. Why don't you remember me?"

After a slight pause, she smiled mockingly without waiting for Mo Yan to speak, and said, "I don't remember that I should... I saw you for the last time, you were only less than five years old. Besides, I am old too. Even if you have an impression, that's me twenty years ago."

Mo Yan didn't know how to interface, so he had to smile with him.

At the same time, he was also searching for the lady's information in the memory storage area of ​​the Lingtai.

The month of Ming and Qing dynasties?

It took only two seconds. He found information about this lady. In my memory, he was the lady he met when he was four years old. At that time, the Ming and Qing dynasties were just a girl, who loved to laugh and always liked to keep a braid.

Time really makes people grow old...

Looking at the Ming and Qing moon, which was still charming but crow's feet were already on the corners of her eyes, Mo Yan couldn't help but sigh in secret.

"Mo Yan, this time the Ming family has implicated Xiao Mochou. I'm really sorry." Ming Qingyue looked at Mo Yan and sighed softly, with a little guilt in her eyes.

Mo Yan said: "It's not a question of implication, you're so serious."

Ming Qingyue forced a smile, looked at Zhao Lie, and said, "By the way. Zhao Lie, where are the people you invited? I see your appearance, and it seems that you are planning to leave here?"

Zhao Lie glanced at Mo Yan and felt that he had nothing to say, so he had to shrugged.

To be honest, he couldn't understand why after the incident, Mo Shaoqing just let the Mo family, the eldest young master who had no sense of existence, come here instead of hiring those private detectives with outstanding reputation. If it was in the mainland, it didn't matter whether there were private detectives, but this was in a port. Although the Mo family's tentacles could be extended in, they were two different systems after all. It would be impossible to do it in a short period of time.

When Ming and Qing Yue saw Zhao Lie shrugging, she said in surprise: "Why, you didn't invite anyone?"

Mo Yan was about to speak, but Ming and Qingyue said again: "If you don't invite me, don't invite me. The soldiers are in the spirit but not in the many. With Mr. Di here, he will definitely help me find Mingyu and Mochou. Come and introduce you to you, this is the famous Chinese detective, Di Sucheng."

The man behind her smiled faintly and said, "I am Di Sucheng, but this name is rarely used. You can call me Jack."

This man seemed very reserved, calling him a despicable person, but he didn't even stretch out his hand.

Mo Yan glanced at him and nodded expressionlessly.

Zhao Lie considered that Mo Yan was obviously unreliable, so he seemed very polite to Di Sucheng. After saying a long time, he shook hands with him.

Mo Yan looked at Ming Qingyue and said, "Ms. Ming, I still have something to do, so I'll take a step first."

Ming Qingyue frowned slightly and said, "First, you should call me to declare Auntie, Second, what else is there to do now than finding Mochou and Mingyu?"

Mo Yan really didn't have the intention to talk to this aunt, but the other party was kind enough, so he had to say, "I think there is nothing to see here, so I plan to go to another place to find clues."

Ming and Qing Yue was about to speak, but Di Sucheng said lightly: "Young man, your mind is too impatient. What is there to say in the mainland? By the way, there is no right to speak without investigation. Before the yacht is opened, you assert that there is nothing to see. This is really arbitrary. Criminal investigation is a science, and an art. A real detective can often follow others..."

Mo Yan was already a little impatient. Seeing Di Sucheng talking nonstop, an evil fire suddenly arose in his heart and said coldly: "Shut up."

Di Sucheng was showing off the demeanor of a detective, but he didn't expect Mo Yan to suddenly speak ill of words and couldn't help but be stunned.

"You... why are you so rude?" He blushed and wanted to argue, but looking at Mo Yan, who was 1.85 meters tall, he felt a little chilled, so he turned around and looked at Ming Qingyue and said, "Ms. Ming, I need this person to apologize to me."

Ming and Qingyue was also a little strange...

She had heard a long time ago that the eldest young master of the Mo family was so indifferent that he was a little weird. Not only did he never rely on the Mo family’s background, but he even went to work as an ambulance driver with a diploma from a top-notch university. In her opinion, people like Mo Yan should have a very peaceful personality, so how could they speak ill of bad words?

"He must be too worried about Mo Chou. In addition, Di Sucheng is also suspected of preaching, so he lost his composure for a moment..."

Yue Ming and Qing dynasties had a good first impression of Mo Yan, so she immediately found a reason for Mo Yan.

In addition, she couldn't let Mo Yan apologize to Di Sucheng. After all, Di Sucheng was just a private detective he invited. What qualifications did he have to ask the eldest master of the Mo family to apologize to him?

Ming Qingyue coughed gently and was about to speak, but Mo Yan sneered at Di Sucheng and said, "Let me apologize to you?"

Di Sucheng blushed and said, "That's right. You must apologize to me!"

Mo Yan said coldly: "First, I will never apologize to others. Second, I will not apologize to a fake foreigner. Finally, I will give you a minute to disappear from me, otherwise, I will strip you naked and show you what a transvestite is!"

As soon as he said this, Zhao Lie and Yue Ming and Qing dynasties were both thundered.

Crossdressing fetish?
To be continued...