Killer and Healer

Friend, what else can we be? "

In the dark and long alley, the two sat on the bench for an unknown amount of time. Apart from the stars and moonlight, there was only a street lamp that accompanied them, covering them gently.

The night passed like that.

It was early in the morning when Chen Yuzhi was sent home. Jiang Yuelou went straight to the police station without entering the house, and began to investigate all the clues related to the Jinmatang case.

Song Rong and Sun Yongren were waiting in the yard early.Sun Yongren held a paper bag in his arms, with a worried face on his face, wandering around in place, restless for a moment.

"Song Rong, tell me, the boss can't trouble me today, right? I'm also kind. I didn't deliberately provoke Dr. Chen to the explosion site..."

Song Rong glanced at him sullenly: "If I were you, I'd be honest today, deal with business, and not mention this matter."

"No, no, I'm guilty, I am." He said, looking out several times: "Why isn't the boss coming, this fried rice is going to be cold..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yuelou walked into the yard, and the two immediately greeted him.

Sun Yongren greeted in a flattering manner: "Boss, you didn't have breakfast, I brought you fried buns..."

Jiang Yuelou glared at him until he was terrified, and then said: "Is there still time to buy fried rice? Go to the pier and check for news about Jinmatang..."

Sun Yongren shivered in fright, and hurriedly stuffed the fried rice into Song Rong's hands, and rushed out of the courtyard: "I'll go right away, right away, right away."

Jiang Yuelou didn't bother to pay attention to him, and walked towards the office building with Song Rong.As he walked, he asked, "How is the investigation?"

"The front desk of the hotel said that the man came in with a hat on, so he didn't see his face clearly. As for the one Sun Yongren killed later, Lao Zhao had already experienced the corpse, and he was from Jinmatang. When I surrounded the underground casino, I Saw it in a telescope."

Jiang Yuelou slapped the wall with a palm, and said sharply, "Check, sort out all the materials related to Jinmatang for me, and send them to the office."

"Yes."

The two of them flicked through the documents enthusiastically in the office, alarming Bai Jinbo, who couldn't call Jiang Yuelou after calling, so they had to go to his office in person.Knowing that they had something to say, Song Rong hurriedly excused himself to do an investigation and walked out.

Bai Jinbo looked at the documents and documents in the room, and a huge map of Jingcheng was painted horribly by Jiang Yuelou. He couldn't help but sighed: "Why bother?"

Jiang Yuelou stopped the pen in his hand, and kept his mouth shut.

"Commissioner Wu's case has been urged several times by Mayor Cai, and I have been suppressing it for you. If there is no progress, you and I will have nothing to eat."

How could Jiang Yuelou not know this truth, but still refused to compromise: "The Golden Horse Hall disappeared before and was nowhere to be found. Now, they are back. I will do my best to find evidence and find out the real culprit behind the scenes."

Seeing that he was not affected by the gunshot wound, Bai Jinbo was full of energy, and smiled with relief: "This is the Jiang Yuelou I know. Go ahead and don't let me down."

Jiang Yuelou saluted neatly with his feet together, then turned his head and buried himself in the pile of materials.

He didn't want to rest, wishing he could investigate the case 48 hours a day, while Chen Yuzhi was extremely tired but couldn't fall asleep.

He didn't want to be idle, and he was holding a basin to wash off the changed clothes.As soon as he picked up the clothes, he found that the back was stained with a lot of red blood.

There were explosions again, the sound of flames burning, and the roar of Jiang Yuelou imprisoning him, preventing him from going to death.

Jiang Yuelou should have just suffered a gunshot wound, so he stopped him recklessly, fearing that the injury would be more serious.

He looked at his clothes, sighed, rubbed his pantothenic eyes, and carefully cleaned the blood.