Wake Up, Stop Dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

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    On the night Huo Jiaxing was arrested, Zhao Jingya died at the police station. The surveillance video showed that she suddenly pinched her throat while she was speaking, her eyes widened, and she slammed her head against the reward. The staff did not stop.

    The police officer recalled that they seemed to have heard a cry for help struggling from the bottom of their throats.

    When Zuo Yan learned of the news, he was watching a show with Si Jia, "The Peking Opera Case".

    The big stage is full of old flavours everywhere, dressed in outfits, with a beard covering his face, and the dark crescent in the center of his eyebrows shows his identity.

    This mouth is full of charm, "It says that Qin Xianglian is thirty-two years old, suing the imperial prince, deceiving the emperor, contemptuous of the emperor, and regretting the marriage of the man in the east bed..."

    Zuo Yan looked at the stage, unconsciously using it. Pointing to the chair and tapping with his fingers, looking at the people around him, he picked up the tea bowl on the table, scratched the tea leaves with the lid of the cup, took a sip and put it down, his eyes did not leave the stage.

    He thought that the special investigation office called Kaifeng Mansion was done by the previous boss, and it was confirmed today.

    On the second day after the case was solved, Si Jia gave himself a vacation in a fair manner, and the others continued to work. The Special Investigation Department had no vacation except for him.

    "Okay!" It

    is spontaneous to sing the praise of the wonderful place. The audience's applause and the crowd in the theater garden can know that this singer must be a famous artist.

    I heard that this famous opera artist only appears on stage once a year, and he usually teaches apprentices, so this time he brought his little apprentice on stage.

    Zuo Yan is not professional, but he can hear it well. He grabbed a handful of melon seeds and sang, "It’s really good." Although he doesn’t like this traditional culture much, he also brings a lot of attention. Kind of respectful heart.

    Si Jia said faintly: "Compared to his grandfather, it has a shortcoming."

    Zuo Yan: ... his grandfather? I heard that this famous artist is already seventy out of eight.

    "Boss..."

    "Huh?" Si Jia looked sideways and took a handful of melon seeds from his hand very naturally.

    After working hard for a quarter of an hour, it immediately made him cheaper. Zuo Yan looked at the few remaining pills in his hand, bandit, Zhou Peipi.

    "How old are you?"

    "Guess what."

    "I can't guess."

    "Oh."

    Zuo Yan: ... is it gone?

    Zuo Yan wanted to say again, a piece of watermelon was stuffed into his mouth, "Listen to the play." He

    ate the watermelon and listened to the play until a play was finished. The two stayed at the end. They just planned to leave the play garden, but they had already returned. Mr. Zheng, who was behind the scenes, was led out by a young man.