I asked you to pursue a career, but you turned out to be a scumbag

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Lin Guodong's head shook like a rattle, and his face was full of resistance.

Zhang Hao let out a sly smile, "Old Lin, you don't want to watch the murderer get away, do you?"

That expression was very similar to the male protagonist in some short movies.

Lin Guodong looked conflicted!

Although Qiao Wei didn't know what Zhang Hao had just said in Lin Guodong's ear that made him so resistant, Lin Guodong was usually nice to him, so he absolutely couldn't sit idly by.

"Brother Zhang, I just heard that you passed the prosecutor's exam. That means our two departments will inevitably interact in the future. Moreover, cooperating with the police investigation is every citizen's obligation, so you have an obligation to provide us with clues about the murderer."

Zhang Hao rolled his eyes and said, "It's an obligation, but it's not a requirement."

Lin Guodong gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I promise you."

Then Lin Guodong brought Zhang Hao to a room. Qiao Wei was about to go in, but was stopped by Lin Guodong at the door. He solemnly warned him that no one was allowed to enter the room without his order.

Although Qiao Wei was very curious, he could only obey orders and stand at the door as a guard.

After Zhang Hao and Lin Guodong entered the room, they gestured for them to come in and said, "Come on, Lao Lin, please start your performance."

Lin Guodong walked to the side, picked up a mop, and with an embarrassed look on his face, twisted it around the mop stick twice. The movement vaguely showed traces of pole dancing.

Zhang Hao was stunned at first, and then he laughed so hard that he fell backwards, with tears in his eyes.

After jumping for a few seconds, Lin Guodong's face turned as red as a monkey's butt. He kept comforting himself in his heart: I am doing this to solve the case. It's not shameful, not shameful!

"Okay, have you laughed enough?" Lin Guodong said shyly and angrily.

Zhang Hao clutched his stomach and grinned, saying, "I've laughed enough, haha!"

Lin Guodong said with a dark face, "Now that you've laughed enough, tell me who the murderer is."

"The murderer's real name is Sun Mingzhe, but he is probably using an alias now. He lives in Room 301, Building , Heng'an Garden!" Zhang Hao said, trying to suppress his laughter.

"Okay, let's go without further delay!" Lin Guodong immediately opened the door.

Qiao Wei stood at the door and saw it open. His eyes fell on Lin Guodong and Zhang Hao, and he was a little curious about what the two were doing in the room. However, this look reminded Lin Guodong of the awkwardness of his pole dancing just now, so he said with a straight face, "What are you looking at? Tell the second team to follow me. Let's go out and arrest them now."

A moment later, three police cars left the police station with their lights on, but Zhang Hao stayed in the police station and did not leave.

About an hour later, the police car returned and Lin Guodong came in, escorting a middle-aged man wearing glasses and looking gentle. When he was escorted into the interrogation room, he made a special effort to greet Zhang Hao.

Then Lin Guodong came out and asked, "Brother Zhang, is he the murderer you are talking about?"

Zhang Hao nodded. Although Sun Mingzhe looked much younger than he did ten years later, Zhang Hao recognized the murderer immediately: "It's him."

"Okay, I'll go in and interrogate you now."

Lin Guodong wanted to go in after he finished speaking, but Zhang Hao stopped him: "Old Lin, wait a moment. If you go to interrogate him now, he won't admit it without evidence!"

Hearing this, Lin Guodong frowned slightly. He was indeed a little anxious just now. Without any witnesses or physical evidence, it was indeed difficult to pry open the suspect's mouth. So he asked, "Brother Zhang, do you have any ideas?"

Zhang Hao pondered for a moment and said, "If he refuses to plead guilty, you can mention him under the peach trees in the suburbs of Xishan. Perhaps he will plead guilty."

Lin Guodong couldn't help but wonder what this meant, but he still walked into the interrogation room and prepared to give it a try.

After about two hours, Lin Guodong walked out with a rosy face and said, "Brother Zhang, you've done a great job this time. He admitted to his crime and even admitted to a murder he committed three years ago!"

Zhang Hao said with a smile: "What merit is there? Cooperating with the police investigation is the obligation of every citizen."

Lin Guodong rolled his eyes and asked, "Why didn't you say that when you forced me to do pole dancing just now?"

Zhang Hao raised his wrist, glanced at the time, and exclaimed, "Oh my god, it's already eight o'clock. It's late. Today is the day to report to the Procuratorate. I'm going to be late."

Upon hearing this, Lin Guodong immediately said, "Come on, I'll take you there and explain to your leader why you're late!"

"Row!"

Zhang Hao didn't bother to be polite with Lin Guodong and got into Lin Guodong's car directly.

When Lin Guodong was driving Zhang Hao to the procuratorate, he kept looking at Zhang Hao through the rearview mirror.

Zhang Hao watched Lin Guodong's movements and asked, "Old Lin, you keep peeking at me. Is there something wrong?"

Lin Guodong hesitated for a moment and asked, "Yes, there is something. I'm a little curious. How did you know I can dance on a pole?"

When Zhang Hao heard this question, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. Deep in his mind, he recalled his previous life. He and Lin Guodong investigated the Hanhai Group together. They were revolutionary comrades and had a very good relationship.

During a drinking session, Lin Guodong got drunk and said that he had learned pole dancing specifically in order to pursue a girl.

After sobering up, he wanted Lam Kwok Tung to dance, but Lam Kwok Tung refused to dance no matter what.

He was very curious about what it was like for Lam Kwok Tung to dance pole dance, so he suddenly remembered it in the interrogation room just now and asked Lam Kwok Tung to dance for him.

"Well, this is a secret!" said Zhang Hao.

When Lin Guodong heard that Zhang Hao refused to speak, he changed the question directly: "Then how did you know that Sun Mingzhe was the murderer, and also knew that he had killed someone last time and buried the body in the suburbs of Xishan?"

Zhang Hao showed hesitation on his face: "This one..."

To be honest, he hadn't figured out how to explain this matter. After all, he couldn't tell him that he was reborn. Not to mention whether Lin Guodong would believe it or not, even if he did, he would probably take him for an autopsy.

All I can say is: “This is also a secret.”

Seeing that Zhang Hao refused to speak, Lin Guodong did not ask any further questions. After all, everyone has their own secrets, and as long as Zhang Hao does not harm society, it is fine.

Lin Guodong drove his car at full speed on the road.

At this time, in the meeting room of the Municipal Procuratorate, several young men with immature looks and wearing prosecutor uniforms were sitting on chairs. They looked a little nervous and looked at the people around them with some curiosity, but no one spoke first.

Just then, the door to the conference room opened, and a middle-aged man walked in with a folder...