Live At The Murder Scene

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Zhu Yanhe has been taking drugs for many years."

The policeman who led the way looked back and confirmed that Qiu Cang and He Jueyun had followed him, and then continued his unhurried voice, explaining to her: "He was a reporter before, during a visit and investigation. , Accidentally came into contact with drugs. According to his own statement, he took a sip because of professional pressure and a bit of curiosity. Hehe, drugs, he didn’t try it after taking a sip, he was not surprised I'm addicted."

A helpless and mocking expression appeared on the young police officer's face. They gambled on their life-struggling career, but in the eyes of ignorant people, they were just "making some fun." Obviously they have heard a lot of this reason, but every time they hear it, they still find it very absurd.

"Zhu Yanhe doesn't know much about the drug trading market and has been arrested several times by us. He has tried persuasion, warnings, and community detoxification, but once you get involved with drugs, you say quit, basically not. It is possible. Especially methamphetamine and some new types of drugs, they will be over. Zhu Yanhe has been inhaling for so many years, but he actually understands this, but he still can't help it. The contacts he actually relies on, really got this kind of thing , We successfully put ourselves on the road of no return, we couldn't stop them." The policeman nodded his forehead with a finger, and said with a grudge, "People who take too much drugs, it's really abnormal here! He went to jail, but saved him."

The firmament touched his neck involuntarily. The pain at the time is no longer there, but the bruise still remains faintly. It is estimated that this trace will not disappear in a short time. She asked: "Does Zhu Yanhe behave honestly?"

He looked back at the sky again, nodded and said, "Honestly."

The police officer was obviously very familiar with Zhu Yanhe, he was an "old friend", and he understood Zhu Yanhe's daily life and past occupations clearly.

"Among the few addicts we observed, he is considered to be more obedient, confined to his own smoking. He does not sell, share, or gather crowds, and he has never seen a situation where he ran out to hurt people after smoking too much. He had some savings. The two old houses his parents left for him were all demolished. In addition, he himself would write some manuscripts to make money, so the life was pretty good. However, many of the manuscripts he wrote were nonsense, earning traffic. Lower limit. Alas, he used to be a good social news reporter, but now he has become a gossip paparazzi reporter, and he still has no professional ethics. No one will sue him, otherwise he would have lost everything..."

"Here, here it is."

The police stopped, opened the door in front of him, stepped aside, and made an inviting gesture.

The firmament nodded at him and walked in first.

There were already a few young people with strange faces standing inside. Seeing the sky appeared, they turned their heads and turned back quickly without making a sound.

Two people are sitting in front of the screen, staring at the figure inside. There was another person quietly sitting in the corner and eating cookies. The rest are quietly waiting for the progress of the interrogation.

The firmament stood against the wall, his eyes swept toward the screen.

In the airtight room, Zhu Yanhe was confined to a chair, and he wore a good prison uniform crumpled.

His spine was leaning deeply, like an arrow bow that couldn’t be straightened. His muddy eyes kept turning around, unable to concentrate. His right hand kept scratching his face or neck, on the skin. Leave a red mark on it.