MTL - Silent Reading-Chapter 116 Verkhovinsky (26)

"Boss, otherwise ... or let's just forget it?"

Lang Qiao suddenly made a noise, and several people looked back at her together.

When Lang Qiao came to visit the police, she always acted exaggeratedly. She stared at people with fear and intimidating others. She never fought in fights, as if she had nothing to fear except hunger and coriander. The word "forget" didn't seem to be included in her dictionary.

"Wang Xiao doesn't want to show up, so let her go," Lang Qiao paused, and then said, "Are we still focusing on Feng Bin's case? There is no other way of thinking-after all, Xia Xiaonan explained After the tracker in her phone was installed for Wei Wenchuan, if Wei Wenchuan was really related to Lu Guosheng, then it was not possible that he planned it alone. No matter how bad, he was a student and had to go to school and live in school. , He ca n’t be so powerful, I ca n’t focus on investigating his parents, right? ”

"You make sense," Tao Ran frowned. "But the murder case is a case, and the others are also criminal cases. We ca n’t always investigate the case and pay attention to the primary and secondary, right? I remember that there is no principle of" grasp the big and let go of the small "in criminal law . "

Lang Qiao opened his mouth, and then swallowed it again.

Luo Wenzhou: "What's wrong?"

"I know we have to look into it, but ..." Lang Qiao hesitated and hesitated. "Don't say it's a child. Even an adult, you may not dare to let people know about this. She is miserable. Now, I always feel that I am still trying to force her, a little ... a little unbearable. "

Because the victims always seem to be at fault, and always "the poor must have hatred."

As long as a daring **** / **** approached her and marked her with "weakness to deceive", thousands of **** / rapists immediately followed her, and even if she did not dare to put it into practice, she would flock up mentally. Stripped off her clothes and stepped on 10,000 feet.

What Luo Wenzhou was about to say was interrupted by a very colorless voice behind him: "Luo team."

Xiao Haiyang came up with the same hands and feet, holding a kraft paper bag tightly in his hand, and handed it to Luo Wenzhou without a word.

Luo Wenzhou gave him a glance, but did not reach out to pick up: "What?"

"I wrote the check." Xiao Haiyang said muffled, "Request to return to the team."

Tao Ran somehow: "Xiao Xiao is fine to write any check?"

Xiao Haiyang glanced at him blankly, the small glasses were dull as a mass of inert gas in terms of humanity, and did not respond for a moment. Why did Tao Ran not know.

Luo Wenzhou opened the kraft paper bag three times, five times, and two, and swept his masterpiece at a glance. Don't look at Xiao Haiyang who usually doesn't like to chat with people, but it is very amazing in writing. It's almost endless. Ten thousand words, all handwritten, are a thick dozen of draft paper.

Luo Wenzhou swept at a glance, sneered, and sneered "Wan Yanshu" back to Xiao Haiyang's chest: "Who told you to write a check and let you return to the team? Play house? Where is it cool?"

Xiao Haiyang was like a helpless myopic zombie, standing tightly with his whole body flushed, still a freshly cooked zombie.

Fei Shao shook his head and bypassed him. He was about to go to the office to pour a cup of coffee warm. At this time, someone stopped him: "Isn't this ... Fei Zong?"

Fei Du's brow frowned, but only the moment he turned back, his face turned into a realistic surprise: "Oh, President Wei!"

Luo Wenzhou looked back along his line of sight, and saw that he was a thin, middle-aged man, well-dressed, his cheeks were slightly sunken, his eyes narrowed, and his upper eyelids looked very different from ordinary people—like a knife. The axe had been cut, and there was almost no arc. It was a sharp horizontal line. When he smiled so much, even his eyes were weighed down by those special eyelids, like a jackal just drinking blood.

This is the legendary Wei Zhanhong.

Wei Zhanhong glanced at Fei Du with a surprise: "This early, how did Fei come to the Public Security Bureau?"

Although Fei Du mixed his diplomas in a very heavy-spirited school, although he did not preach it, he didn't hide it deliberately. He could find it out with a little effort. These trousers of his pants squandered time and money. It's not surprising that you play everything out of the circle.

But the strange hunting is the strange hunting, and it is not easy for people to know about his case and the case.

Fei Du had some regrets — Wei Zhanhong and his son were here, so he couldn't leave the city bureau.

"Send someone here," Fei Du said, raising his hand to slacken the loose neckline, lowered his voice and handed Wei Zhanhong a meaningful ambiguous look. "Last night I was upset, this is not a good performance. What? "

Wei Zhanhong chuckled, glanced over a few criminal policemen not far away, and felt that these shameless trousers were really brazen, and anyone dare to provoke: "You young people ..."

"A lot of benefits." Fei Du whispered to his ear, whispered, "It feels different, and often exercise good figure, the most important thing is ... can know a lot of things in advance if accidentally."

Wei Zhanhong's face changed slightly, remembering Fei, who reacted immediately after Zhou Junmao's accident,

Fei Du took a step back slightly, and swiped his thumb over his lips, revealing a slight smile.

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He silently watched how someone pretended.

Fei Du asked with concern: "How come you came here this weekend?"

Wei Zhanhong smiled bitterly, and stretched out his hand to push a young man behind him. The boy had thin lips and a sharp chin just like Wei Zhanhong, but he looked much better than his father, as if he was the chairman of the male student association in the idol drama. See you. The stranger didn't hesitate, laughed before speaking, and greeted Fei Du for weeks.

"Children are debts," Wei Zhanhong sighed, and did not know whether to answer Fei Du, or to the police not far away, he deliberately increased the volume, "It is this uncontestable boy who has caused trouble in the school. Bullying other children, people can't bear to go out of school-you talk about, what is he doing? It is all poor education at home, I am ashamed, isn't this bringing him to cooperate with the investigation. "

The young Wei Wenchuan remained indifferent, calmly, but slightly bowed his head.

Wei Zhanhong struck his back again: "How do I teach you at home? The flies do n’t bite seamlessly. You have something wrong now and you have a problem. If you did n’t bully your classmates first, where did the rumors come from? Having so much trouble? "

Fei Du frowned, and put up a sentence: "Rumor?"

"There is a girl in their school," Wei Zhanhong said to Fei Du with a look that was "unspeakable", "Because of this, it is said that some bad rumors came out ... We are nothing, but How bad are these incidents for girls? When I came in just now, I met the parents of the girls at the gate of the city bureau. Some people said that the rumors were nothing.

Wei Zhanhong, a big boss who knows every day, how did he know ordinary ordinary citizens like Wang Xiao's parents?

"Bullying other children", "cooperating with investigations", "rumors" ... on the surface is an old father who hates iron and steel, but he is actually hinting that the city police criminals, the so-called "collective / aggression", no matter what happened It still hasn't happened, it can only be a "rumor", no matter what the truth is, the result is this.

After all, Wei Wenchuan was young and the city government was not deep enough. After hearing this, his face was overwhelmed by a three-pointer.

Lang Qiao's face sank, and Luo Wenzhou raised his hand to stop it.

"Tao Ran, you took them in." Luo Wenzhou said casually, without looking at Xiao Haiyang, and went straight to Fei Du, and took something out of his pocket for him, "Give me the car key, don't be here Disturb business, get out. "

Fei Du reached out and smiled as soon as he picked up the thing. He glanced at Lang Qiao and Xiao Haiyang, who were publicly acknowledged by Luo Wenzhou next to him. He raised his hand and kissed his fingertips, and then put his hand on Luo Wenzhou's lips. He retreated quickly before hitting his hand and drifted away.

Luo Wenzhou: "Look, don't work!"

Ten minutes later, Xiao Haiyang scratched his head and walked out of the busy city bureau criminal police team three or three times. The others were like bamboo poles, like a stray dog, almost looking a little lonely, and walked alone for the weekend. In the morning, the street seemed a bit depressed. He was a little inexplicable, knowing that he might be fired this time, but he didn't desperately want to save it ... But it didn't seem to be possible to save it. I always felt that Luo Wenzhou came after seeing him Angry.

But what if I can no longer be a police officer?

Xiao Haiyang's footsteps stopped on the crosswalk, and he felt that he didn't seem to feel the pain of unemployment. Fei Du was right that the job and Gu Zhao had been heavily pressed on him all these years. The shackles, once unloaded, had a faint sense of relief before taking care of the loss.

"Am I such a person?" He thought silently.

At this moment, a car suddenly whistled him on the opposite street. Xiao Haiyang just thought he was blocking the road. He quickly stepped across the crosswalk and then looked at it again. Then he noticed that it seemed to be Luo's car. The window shook down—whoever wanted to come, only to see Fei Du, who had just been bombarded by Luo Wenzhou, showed his face.

"Get in the car," Fei Du said.

"No need, my home is not far away," said Xiao Haiyang, and then he remembered something, and added bluntly, "Thank you."

"I didn't want to send you," Fei laughed, "I'm going to the girl Wang Xiao's house, I can't remember her registered address, do you remember?"

Xiao Haiyang hesitated for a moment, and by the time he reacted, he had somehow taken Feidu's car.