Live At The Murder Scene

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He Jueyun was so upright that he almost carved a "I am a good person" mark on his forehead. But is it a bit too much to let him go out to deal with the victim's family?

He is not taking the line of a public servant of the people, he is just a ruthless capitalist.

He Jueyun looked back and looked back, and the two unkind women waved at him unwillingly, urging him to go up quickly. After he was abducted on a thief ship, he did not even provide after-sales service. That is to say, he has a good temper, otherwise he will definitely carry the burden and leave.

He Jueyun took a breath and raised his hand to knock on the wooden door in front of him.

He struck as much as possible rhythm and gentle, to show his polite visit.

However, the people inside could not feel his kindness. When he regularly rang the sixth sound, Da Da footsteps rushed over and roughly opened the security door.

Before He Jueyun could speak, the middle-aged man inside spouted into his face: "Why are you here again? I say you! Are you still the police? Are you still the police? You are more shameless than gangsters! So I’m going to the Public Security Bureau to lodge a complaint against you! Force Laidou all day long. If you have the time to catch the killer, don’t always harass us ordinary citizens! You are really sick!"

He Jueyun was scolded bitterly, feeling that his face was covered with saliva, and he felt wronged but had nowhere to say. He secretly said that the price of listening to the sky calling "Brother" is really too great, and he meditated in his heart, suppressing the domineering aura of President He.

...Just as a sacrifice, and will be returned later.

"Hello, we……"

The man didn't pay attention to him at all, and he was refreshed when he finished cursing. The next action was to close the door. He Jueyun took a step faster and broke the door panel with his hand.

"What are you doing?!" The man yelled sharply, and the sound shook his stomach in the empty hallway. He cried: "Let go! Right now!"

Qiu Cang and He Chuanzhou stood arm in arm and shoulder to shoulder, standing in the stairwell, watching this war between two men.

He Jueyun had no hope for the two of them. Undoubtedly, his powerful arms pulled the door panel out an inch, and said, "Sir, please calm down. It is a citizen's duty to cooperate with the investigation."

Seeing that the man couldn't fight it, he simply let go of his hand and asked for his mobile phone in his autumn clothes: "How many times do you want us to cooperate? Repay the obligation? You call harassment! I will complain now!"

He Jueyun said calmly: "If you don't want us to come to you every day to ask for cooperation, then cooperate with us for the last time. This is the last time."

The man put down the phone and pointed at him fiercely: "Okay, this is the last time, you said it yourself! I'll get the key. If you regret it again, I will find a reporter and your leader, and I will complain to you!"

"You don't need to find the key." He Jueyun said, "We are not here this time to search Mei Shiyong's house. We are here to find Tian Wenmian."

Tian Wenmian, the son of Mei Shiyong, is in the sixth grade of elementary school this year.

The man had just walked out of the hallway, and turned around when he heard the words, staring at them with complex expressions.

He Jueyun said: "We have two words to ask him."

"What do you want to do?" The man said guardedly, "He is still a child! His mother is gone and can't stand your stimulation. If you can't ask me, you have to ask him?"