"Knock knock knock."
A strong knock sounded at the door.
Wan Hanyu looked through the cat's eye on the door.
She found several very familiar policemen standing outside.
Without thinking too much, she opened the door.
The people from the task force didn't want to waste time.
They got straight to the point and asked,
"Did Xu Mo ask you any questions that night?"
"Questions?", Wan Hanyu thought for a moment, her face was already a little red: "How old did he ask me...?"
Task force members: "..."
Clearly, this could not be considered a clue.
Whether young or old, it had nothing to do with the clues about Xu Mo they were looking for.
After a brief stunned moment, Han Fei changed his question.
"Did Xu Mo ask you about anything?"
"Let me think..."
About a minute later, Wan Hanyu spoke again.
This time, she gave the task force members an extremely important clue.
"He asked me if our airline was short of pilots, and said he had bought a private plane and needed a pilot..."
Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on Han Fei's face.
That's right.
This was the clue they needed!
Not the fact that Xu Mo said he had bought a private plane.
In fact, Han Fei knew very well that Xu Mo was just a hard working salaryman.
Where would he get the money to buy a private plane?
From Wan Hanyu's words, what Han Fei could deduce was that Xu Mo had asked about whether the airline was short on pilots.
Smiling at Wan Hanyu, "So your airline is short on pilots, right?"
"Yes, the pilot position, all airlines are short on them.", Wan Hanyu replied.
"I see, thanks for your cooperation."
The task force people came quickly and left quickly too.
......
In the task force's car.
The gloomy atmosphere from before was gone.
The gloom on Han Fei's face had also disappeared.
It was replaced with a smile.
Han Fei had already figured out where Xu Mo was now.
It was exactly the same as his previous deduction.
That night, Xu Mo needed the flight attendant's ID to help him check into the hotel, but his purpose was not just to find a place to stay.
It was also to draw information from the flight attendant.
And what he wanted to draw out, the task force people now knew too.
The known clues had all come together.
The clues that came together ultimately pointed to one place - the airline!
"Impressive, I'm getting more and more interested in this Xu Mo.", Han Fei said with a smile.
He was even thinking.
After this matter was over, should he recruit Xu Mo to work for the police.
Chen Ke glanced at Han Fei, who had a smile on his face.
"Captain Han, do you have any ideas?"
"Yes.", Han Fei nodded: "Let's drive, go to Western Airlines, I'll explain along the way."
Chen Ke didn't ask further, but started the car.
On the way, Han Fei laid out his analysis.
"We now have two clues."
"First, Xu Mo has the means to forge documents, and has likely already forged a document."
"Second, Xu Mo specifically asked the flight attendant if the airline was short of pilots, and got the reply 'short of pilots'."
"Looking at these two clues separately, nothing can be deduced, they can't even be used to track down Xu Mo."
"But put together, it becomes very obvious that Xu Mo has likely forged pilot credentials and is trying to impersonate a pilot to hide out at the airline."
"Awesome, Captain Han!", Chen Ke, who was driving, couldn't help but say.
Knowing that Xu Mo was hiding out at the airline.
Chen Ke involuntarily sped up the car.
He thought, this time they definitely wouldn't let Xu Mo get away again, right?
Knowing Xu Mo's whereabouts instantly put them in a good mood.
"It's pretty clever of him too.", Li Chen said coldly: "To actually think of hiding out at an airline, I bet Xu Mo would never dream we'd be able to trace him to the airline so quickly!"
......
Live studio.
"Whether Xu Mo could think of this, I don't know, but you guys definitely didn't think Xu Mo was getting ready to leave Ram City in a plane."
"Xu Mo: Guessed you guys would find me, so what? Want me to give you all an award?"
"Task force comrades, stop searching! Xu Mo is everywhere outside!"
"Nothing interesting here, just a woman. The other live studio is more exciting, let's watch the legs there..."
"???"
On the other side.
The manager had already briefly handed over with Xu Mo and the pilot who had a fever.
The handover went very smoothly.
That pilot was indeed feeling a little discomfort.
If the company wasn't so short on staff, he would definitely have taken time off.
After all, who wants to work while sick?
Who would've thought a great substitute would suddenly show up like this.
The pilot was overjoyed.
He chatted with Xu Mo for a long time.
Making Xu Mo feel a little embarrassed.
In fact, his main reason for substituting was so he could leave Ram City quicker, he didn't have any other thoughts.
He had just found out that the pilot was feeling ill when chatting with the group of flight attendants earlier.
It was a spur of the moment decision for him to take the initiative to suggest substituting to the manager.
"Alright alright, old Li you go home and recuperate, no need to keep thanking me, we'll be colleagues from now on, bound to run into each other whether sooner or later, it's no big deal." , the pilot said.
"You're right, then I'll head back first, thanks bro, I'll treat you to a meal when I'm better."
"Sounds good.", Xu Mo smiled.
Hearing this, the manager beside them rolled his eyes.
"Oh come on, you're always saying you'll treat people to meals, but I've never seen you actually do it."
"Hey, manager, I'm unhappy hearing you say that, I wouldn't welsh on a meal would I? Give me a couple days to recuperate and I'll treat this brother to a meal as soon as I'm back at the company, if not I'm a little dog!"
Yang Jingxuan: "..."
Xu Mo: "..."
Why was someone so eager to be a little dog?
After the pilot left, the manager introduced the co-pilot to Xu Mo.
"Let me introduce you guys, Xu Mo, the new pilot, Wang Li, co-pilot."
Xu Mo and Wang Li shook hands.
Xu Mo: "Can you fly a plane?"
The sudden question left Wang Li a little confused.
But after a brief moment of stunnedness, he still answered Xu Mo.
"I can, and I'm about to be promoted to pilot soon. My flight hours are already over twenty-six hundred."
"As long as you can fly."
Wang Li: "???"
What's with this new pilot, so odd.
What does he mean as long as you can fly?
It sounded like he couldn't fly a plane.
He couldn't comprehend Xu Mo's words.
Because he couldn't even imagine.
That the new pilot standing before him couldn't fly a plane at all.
He even more couldn't imagine. That this new pilot had never even been on a plane before.
He absolutely couldn't imagine. That this new pilot's first time on a plane would be sitting in the cockpit...
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