Chapter 821: Didn’t hold back the fart
Jiang Zhuolin was walking a little hastily. Chu Heng’s sudden tug made him stagger. After he stabilized his body, he frowned and rubbed the pain caused by the tug. With some slight pain in his arm, he turned around and asked: "What are you doing?"
"Autopsy is certainly important. Yes, but I think it would be a good idea to call those who had moles on their faces before and ask if there are any new discoveries.”
Chu Heng smiled and handed over one. On the paper was the list he had written on the way here. It was the information of four other people pretending to be old ladies.
“Look at me, in my hurry, I almost forgot such an important clue!”
Jiang Zhuolin slapped his forehead in annoyance, then quickly reached out to take the list, and dragged Chu Heng out of the office.
The two of them didn't go downstairs. They turned right when they left the door. After walking through two doors, Jiang Zhuolin led him directly into the third office.
The man in the room was a man in his thirties, tall and tall. His name was Xue Rongcheng, and he was the captain of the first team.
Seeing them come in, Xue Rongcheng stood up quickly and asked: "What's wrong, Director Jiang."
"There is work to do!"
Jiang Zhuolin walked up to him quickly, briefly recounted what Chu Heng told him, and then handed over the list: "We are divided into two groups. You can take someone to ask the people on the list. , visit the nearby people, I will lead people Go and bring the body back."
"Promise to complete the mission!"
Xue Rongcheng took the list with a serious face. He also realized that this case was difficult, not only involving human lives, but The case is also somewhat complicated.
The three of them quickly went downstairs. First, they called the police station below to notify them to be on standby. Then they came out of the building and came to the row of bungalows. They were summoned in less than five minutes. The men and horses quickly left the Public Security Bureau with different tasks.
At this time, the disadvantage of insufficient number of cars appears.
Counting Chu Heng's car, there were only three vehicles in the entire team. Even if they were fully loaded and overcrowded, they couldn't pull too many people, so they could only disperse the team again. Chu Heng drove Jiang Zhuolin with him. Five police officers went to pick up the body. Some of Xue Rongcheng and others drove two other cars to find three of the four people on the list, while others, led by several veteran police officers, rode bicycles to find the remaining ones. that person.
At the same time, Chu Heng also called the sugar factory and asked Cen Hao to send the family of three here.
On the road.
Jiang Zhuolin was sitting in the passenger seat. After looking at the interior of the car, he touched the chair under his butt greedily and asked, "Is this the car you got from Maozi?"
“You know all this?” Chu Heng glanced at him in surprise.
"Not only do I know this, but I also know that you scolded Official Mao Zi for vomiting blood at the negotiation table." Jiang Zhuolin took out a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth with a half-smile: "I can't tell, you look like a dog. Yes, you are so cruel when you scold me on the street! Are the old ladies on the street willing to give in to you?"
Hearing this, Chu Heng's expression changed.
It’s not surprising that Jiang Zhuolin knew about the car he pitted. After all, it was not a secret. However, the superiors had ordered confidentiality of the matters on the negotiation table, and no details could be disclosed. If If he didn't ask specifically, he wouldn't know!
“Bah!”
Chu Heng spit out the cigarette in his mouth, frowned and asked, “Are you checking me?”
"Oh, as expected of a military background, he is quite vigilant." Jiang Zhuolin smiled and took a puff of cigarette, pressed his body against the soft armchair, and narrowed his eyes comfortably: "This car is still comfortable to sit in!"
“You check What am I doing?" Chu Heng looked over with vigilance, feeling that this old guy probably didn't hold anything back. Before, he deliberately made a fuss about Zheng Jun to win his favor, and now he investigated him carefully, and it was obvious that he had something to do with him. Purposeful!
"You will know later." Jiang Zhuolin held out two fingers to him: "Remember, you owe me two favors!"
"When did you have two?" Chu Heng stared.
“You’re pretending to be confused, right?” Jiang Zhuolin looked at him sideways: “Zheng Jun, I don’t think you care about your face. Later, when he asked those gangsters for dinner, I blocked him, but I still care about your face. If you haven't caught them, aren't these two?" Chu Heng was speechless for a moment, and then he couldn't help but confront him: "I agree with Zheng Jun, but what does that gang of gangsters have to do with me? I'm here to find someone! ”
"Then I don't care." Jiang Zhuolin tilted his head and looked out the window, looking like a fool.
What the hell!
Chu Heng gritted his back teeth angrily and was too lazy to talk nonsense to him anymore. He turned his head and continued to drive seriously.
Hmph!
It doesn’t matter what kind of medicine you sell in your gourd, what can you do if I don’t take it?
Bite me!
he...tui!
The several police comrades in the back who were almost packed into sardine cans exchanged strange looks, and they all saw surprise in each other's expressions.
Is this still our selfless Jiang Bureau?
Why do you feel like a scoundrel on the street?
No words all the way.
Volga quickly traveled through half of the county and came to the police station near the old tailor's home. Then, led by the police from the police station, he went to the old tailor Feng Yongchun's home.
It was a two-entry courtyard house, with seven families living in it. When Chu Heng and the others came over, a funeral shed had been set up on the patio of the front yard, and a dark black coffin was placed in the shed. A middle-aged woman was kneeling next to the coffin, crying at the top of her lungs. There were many people around her trying to persuade her.
Seeing Chu Heng and his entourage coming, the man in charge of the courtyard hurriedly came out of the mourning shed to greet him. He first shook hands with the leader, Jiang Zhuolin, and asked doubtfully: "Comrades, who are you?"< br>
"Uncle He."
A policeman from the police station standing nearby explained for him: "This is Director Jiang from our county bureau. We have just received the news and suspect that Uncle Feng did not die of natural causes. We want to The body must be taken back for further examination.”
"Not a natural death?"
After hearing this, the steward was stunned for a moment before he realized what this meant. Then his eyes widened in shock: "You mean, you mean that Old Feng let people Killed?"
"What?"
"I just said, Uncle Feng is in such good health, how could he suddenly disappear!"
"That's right, that guy is carrying a two hundred kilogram sack for fun, and I am not as good as him. !”
……
The steward’s voice was loud, and many people nearby heard it.
Among them were Feng Yongchun's family members who were lying beside the coffin and crying. When they heard that the old man was actually killed, they couldn't help but cry. They got up from the ground and rushed to the coffin. In front of Jiang Zhuolin.
"Comrade Public Security, this...what is going on?"
"Who killed my father?"
"You must seek justice for us."
……
Jiang Zhuolin can deal with this situation It was said that he was at ease, and he slowly raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then said loudly: "Everyone, please listen to me, the current situation is just suspicion, what exactly is going on? , we still need to go back for laboratory tests before we can make a conclusion.”
"At the same time, we also need everyone to help us and think carefully about the people Mr. Feng Yongchun has contacted and what he has done during this time."
(End of this chapter)
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