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"My real surname is Yang, really." Jian Wendao said nothing, Zhang Sheng looked at him with pleading eyes.

"How do we recognize what is written in the household registration book." Song Yan looked at Wen Dao without speaking for a moment and asked himself, "Why are you lying?"

"I don't," Zhang Sheng shook his head, wanting Wendao to believe him, "I don't."

"Why do you want Mr. Wen to trust you?" Song Yan stood up, put his hands on the table, and leaned forward to look at Zhang Sheng. "Zhao Zhenlan also wants Mr. Wen to trust him. Why?"

"I don't know, I don't know." Zhang Sheng stared at Wen and said, "You will believe me, right?"

Wen Dao thought about the cause and effect in his heart, which was complicated and difficult to understand. He didn't have that scar, so was he still the man from other places that day?That person spoke with a foreign accent that day, could it really not be him, just because he was mistaken because of the resemblance?Would that be too much of a coincidence? He and Zhao Zhenlan had to believe them, why?

Wen Dao took a breath almost invisibly, then maintained his composure, and asked, "I trust you? Why?" He raised the corners of his mouth and asked mockingly, "People like you, what is there for me to trust?"

"You..." Zhang Sheng was stunned for a while, "Didn't you hear that...you..."

Wen Dao thought back to the previous conversation with Zhao Zhenlan, she looked at him with admiration, and he deliberately pretended to be contemptuous of her, while Zhao Zhenlan and Zhang Sheng had the same reaction.However, Zhao Zhenlan had such emotions for a short time, fleeting, and then she still looked up to him, saying "trust me" over and over again, and the phrase "no one can tarnish you".

"Someone is telling you," Wen Dao pretended to be disdainful but said firmly, "I'm really fine."

Zhang Sheng raised his head suddenly, and halfway through, Zhao Xinle, who was still sobbing while sleeping, woke up, and he hurriedly lowered his head to look at her again.

"Mom..." Zhao Xinle began to wipe her red and swollen eyes with her little hand, "Where is Mom?"

"Lele?" Zhang Sheng looked at her for a while before coaxing, "Mom is going to work, and she will be away for a long time. Uncle will take care of you, okay?"

"I don't..." Zhao Xinle pursed her mouth. The surrounding environment might have frightened her a little. She didn't dare to cry, sobbing softly, "I want my mother."

No matter who you are, you should be soft-hearted, Zhao Xinle can't touch anyone except Zhang Sheng, Song Yan can only let them out temporarily, let Zhao Xinle eat something in the lounge, and ask after she falls asleep.

And everyone just started to wait, before the results of the interrogation had time to discuss, a colleague called, saying that the murderer of Shang Wei Chao had been arrested.

Qian Heng, formerly Ying Kang's assistant.When Wei Chao and Wen Dao saw him, he was disheveled, his light-colored clothes were blackened, the oil stains looked filthy, his handcuffed hands were rough and chapped, and his shoes had a hole in the toe of his shoe—the image of a wandering beggar .

However, when he saw Wen Dao in the interrogation room, his empty eyes suddenly became full of hatred and stubbornness. "I'm going to kill you," Qian Heng gritted his teeth until they almost shattered, "I'm going to kill you."

Wen Dao squinted his eyes and said nothing, but Wei Chao couldn't stand Wen Dao being subjected to such malice. "Dirty and stupid from the inside out, do you think, do you deserve it? Into his eyes."

Song Yan pretended not to hear and sat silent when he heard the news.Qian Heng stared at Wei Chao with vicious eyes, his nose twitched, like the posture of an angry beast: "You two, you are actually on the same boat, pretend! I heard that you can also pretend! I will say it!" After finishing speaking He laughed uncontrollably, his face flushed from choking.

"Why do you hate me?" Wen Dao asked calmly, leaning on the chair with his arms folded.

"Aren't you righteous?" Qian Heng stared at him, "Even the boss said you were upright before, I don't believe it, I just don't believe it!"

"Your boss, oh no," Wei Chao looked at him indifferently, "The former boss, thank Ying Kang for affirming my actions, but you can't tell him now," Wei Chao pretended to be sorry, "It's really a pity .”

"He will come out again, he will!" Qian Heng roared, his eyes were red, "You don't understand, you don't understand! Hypocrisy! Wen Dao is a hypocrite!"

"Believe it or not," Wen Dao didn't seem to care at all, "it's up to me."

"Okay," Song Yan looked at Qian Heng in a bad mood, disgusted, "Tell me, why do you say that he is hypocritical, why do you want to kill people for this, and where did the gun come from? Tell me clearly."

"I just hate him, I just hate you!" Qian Heng said and stared at Wen Dao again, "I just want to kill you! If you ruined the boss, I will ruin you too."

"Stop!" Song Yan stretched out his hand, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Your boss treats you well?"

"The boss saved my life." When it comes to Ying Kang Qian Heng is a little calmer, "My life is his!"

Song Yan asked: "So you want revenge?"

"The boss is not wrong!" I will save him, I will protect him, and I will avenge him! He looked at Wen with red eyes, "If you let him fail, I will let you die!" "

Wei Chao subconsciously stood in front of Wen Dao, and couldn't help but say, "Shut up, it's fine for your boss to be ugly, and even if he does all kinds of bad things, even if he saved you, this kind of person isn't worth your hard work for him, right?" It smells good and doesn't do anything wrong, it's perfect.

"He's not—" Song Yan slapped the table to interrupt Qian Heng's performance of the lion's roar, and said weakly, "Stop roaring, your voice is cracking, and my ears are no longer good."

Just as he was talking, someone opened the door and came in to announce: "Captain Song, Director Feng is here, and he is almost at the door."

"What the hell? Why is he here?" Song Yan hurriedly let Wen Dao and Wei Chao out of the interrogation room.

"Oh, Mr. Feng, why are you here in person?" Song Yan greeted him at the door with a flattering face, "The news is fast, how long did it take to catch him?"

Feng Jingshan is more than 50 years old, his hair is a little silvery white, but he is tough and straight. Seeing Song Yan like this is very sad, so he slapped him: "Shut up, who is the murderer?"

"Assistant Yingkang, his name is Qian Heng." Song Yan became a little more serious, "After interrogation for a while, the motive for the killing turned out to be revenge for Yingkang." After speaking, he added, "The victim is waiting in your office."

Feng Jingshan glanced at him, Song Yan shrugged, followed along the corridor to the second floor, and entered the office, where Wen Dao and Wei Chao were sitting on the sofa waiting.

"Mr. Wei, Mr. Wen, you must have received the news." Feng Jingshan knew all the famous people in this city, after all, the city bureau often needs to know hot events and people when handling cases.

"I brought the report." Song Yan saluted.

No one cares about him.

Wen Dao and Wei Chao stood up and shook hands with Feng Jingshan, "I have caused you trouble."

"The police," Feng Jingshan said with a smile, waving his hands, "serve the people. I heard from Song Yan that several cases are related to Wen Sheng. It seems that the people behind the scenes are not simple."

Listening, Song Yan walked over and sat on the swivel chair, and said, "But Qian Heng and Zhang Sheng's cases should not be the same. His behavior is completely different from Zhao Zhenlan's and the others, and he also has a motive for killing."

"At present, it is indeed the case." After Wen Dao nodded, he said, "Qian Heng seems to be 100% loyal to Ying Kang."

Feng Jingshan nodded: "The matter between Mr. Wen and Yingkang was a turmoil at the time, but in the end the public opinion was on your side. If he is loyal to Yingkang, he really shouldn't be able to stand the public's insults and accusations against Yingkang."

Wen Dao said modestly: "You can call me Wen Dao."

"Call it Xiaowen." Feng Jingshan was very straightforward, and asked again: "Are there any personal grievances with Qian Heng?"

Wen Dao shook his head: "No."

"Then don't guess here, go directly to the interrogation? Zhao Zhenlan's daughter is also downstairs, so I have to be busy." Feng Jingshan stood up and was about to go downstairs, but Xiao You rushed in before knocking on the door.

"What's wrong, you're being rash." Feng Jingshan looked at him with a frown.

"Captain Song, Ju Feng," Xiao You said out of breath, "Qian Heng fainted."

"What?" Several people were surprised and hurried downstairs to have a look.

He was carried into the police car and was immediately ready to be taken to the hospital. Meng Shengxiao was downstairs all the time, and the situation was well under control.

He said: "It seems that he took drugs and fainted after asking."

"Drugs?" Everyone was shocked by the reversal of the plot. How could they be addicted to drugs in rags.

"Xiao Song, you follow the car to the hospital." Feng Jingshan calmed down quickly and arranged, "I'll come and ask Zhao Xinle and Zhang Sheng personally."

Song Yan agreed, and turned sideways to signal Wen Dao and Wei Chao to go out. Meng Shengxiao followed Song Yan closely, and whispered to him: "Just now I lifted his sleeve to see, it was full of pinholes."

Song Yan frowned suddenly, it was obvious that they would not have any results if they followed today.Song Yan opened the car door, turned around and said to Wen Dao: "Mr. Wen, you go back first, he won't wake up even if he wakes up for a while, I will notify you later if something happens."

"Okay, that's hard work." Wendao nodded.

On the way back, Wei Chao saw that Dao's brows had never been raised, so Wei Chao reached out to press the center of his brows, heard Dao and dodged back, and said helplessly, "Don't make trouble, I'm driving."

Wei Chao withdrew his hand to comfort him: "Don't worry too much, now that Qian Heng has come out, there is one less threat that we have been worried about before, and more and more clues, it will get better and better."

Wen Dao shook his head: "But there are so many clues that it becomes a mess, which makes it even more confusing."

"Come and we will destroy one." Wei Chao was so ambitious, "Eliminate the darkness and turn around for justice."

Wen Dao was teased and smiled slightly: "It's business."

"It's a serious matter," Wei Chao said confidently, of course, "the most important thing is to reassure my wife."

Wen Dao kicked him: "Stop talking!"

"Driving." Wei Chao didn't hide, leaned over and asked, "Honey, is this considered domestic violence?"

"Poor." Hearing that, the back of his ears turned red.

Seeing his stretched brows, Wei Chao closed his mouth in satisfaction and returned to his seat.

After a while, Wen Dao turned the steering wheel and entered the garage at home. After turning off the engine, the surroundings were silent for a moment, and Wen Dao said in a voice as light as a mosquito, "Forget it."