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"Where's Yang'er?" Wei Chao and Wen Dao asked their aunt who was cooking after returning home.

"As soon as you leave, you will pack your things in the house."

Wei Chao nodded in satisfaction, turned to Wen Dao and said, "Ah Wen, sit downstairs for a while, I'll go and talk to him."

"Ah."

Wei Chao opened the door of Wei Yang's room, his younger brother was wiping his eyes and pulling clothes into the suitcase, when he heard Wei Chao coming in he didn't look back, he was still sniffling.

Wei Chao squatted down without speaking, and directly opened the mobile phone interface and handed it to him from behind to show him. Wei Yang forgot to cry, sitting and standing like a puppet.

"What's the matter, I don't know you?" Wei Chao deliberately shook his phone.

"……elder brother."

Wei Chao raised his eyebrows: "You still expect to hide it from your brother and me, how long has it been planning?"

Wei Yang didn't dare to breathe hard: "When I come back."

Wei Chao said, "Then how do I know that I mentioned it to Hao Beimi before I came back?"

"Ah?" Wei Yang was discouraged, "I just talked to him at that time, and then I came back to discuss with Chi Lang before it officially started."

"It's not impossible to play games." Wei Chao patted his head, "Why are you still cheating on me, so you can't trust your brother?"

"I mentioned it, but you said it's unreliable." Wei Yang sniffed, "You've been busy with the company and your sister-in-law's affairs, I'm afraid you'll annoy you and want to hit me."

"When did I say that?" Wei Chao thought for a while but couldn't remember, "I probably said it casually, and besides, you were still young at that time, and you were still in school."

Wei Yang's eyes lit up: "Brother, did you agree?"

"I've been watching for you before, it's okay." Wei Chao patted him, "I will go to Chi Lang to discuss it after two days of free time. The game you made is very novel, but the audience is too small. It will be hard to find investment for a while.”

Wei Yang was so moved: "Brother...you are so kind."

"Okay, go and help me take care of Lao Fu, I'll take care of you here." Wei Chao looked at him with distaste after finishing speaking, "You're already twenty if you cry over such a small matter."

"It doesn't matter..." Wei Yang leaned on his brother, "I thought my game would be over as soon as I left, and it's the key recently."

It took a while for Wei Chao to lift Wei Yang up from his body: "Hey, look at you with snot and tears."

Wei Yang didn't listen, and swallowed his saliva smelling the smell of food floating up from downstairs: "I'm hungry, brother, do you want to eat?"

Wei Chao shook his head helplessly: "Let's go, and wipe away your tears again."

Wei Yang lifted his sleeve and wiped it vigorously, then jumped downstairs: "Liu Ma, what are you eating today?"

Wei Chao looked at Wen Dao while going down the stairs, shrugged his shoulders, Wen Dao couldn't laugh or cry, Wei Yang is really still a child.

"Shrimp! I like it." Wei Yang put his arms around Mama Liu's neck, "Brother, there's chestnut chicken!!!"

"understood."

At 08:30 the next morning, the two arrived at the Municipal Bureau on time.

"Mr. Wen," Song Yan was busy last night until early in the morning, and now he is too tired to stand up in the office, "sit whatever you want."

"Captain Song," Wei Chao reminded, looking at Song Yan who was slumped on the chair, "Pay attention to your image as a people's policeman."

"If you don't pay attention, forget about your image." Song Yan said, "Anyway, I'm good-looking, and I'm ready to quit anytime and follow Lu Ting as a people's idol."

"I'll give you a discount on that leg," Feng Jingshan heard when he was notified, "Go to the Paralympic Games and be a real role model for the people."

"Old Feng." Song Yan immediately sat up, "Don't dare."

Feng Jingshan came in and sat down, and took a look at him: "Is there anything else you dare not?"

Song Yan thought to himself, yes, don’t deduct my wages this month. My capitalist parents recently believed in the eight disciplines of thrift and thrift. They even took their son as a poor farmer before turning himself into a master. He had no rights, no land, no money. When the account arrives, you can count on the salary of the civil servants.

Of course, these things cannot be said. The well-known Young Master Song Yan of the Municipal Bureau put on a modest and motivated appearance extremely skillfully: "Of course, there are laws of the country and the people's requirements. Heaven, earth, monarchs, relatives and teachers are not allowed to pay tribute to each other, work hard and unremittingly." Effort is necessary."

Feng Jingshan was very upset about such a subordinate: "Shut up."

Song Yan smiled and closed his mouth.

Feng Jingshan didn't bother to look at him, and said to Wen Dao and the others: "Now that Qian Heng is dead, I mainly find two people to talk about the future and explain to you."

Wen Dao nodded: "Just say it, we will cooperate."

Feng Jingshan said: "The previous assault on Qian Heng was regarded as a personal grievance, but now that he has found out about his drug use, we may ask Ying Kang."

"As for the gun," Song Yan took the conversation from the side, "I went to his house with his parents last night, and it's in the box under his bed."

Wei Chao asked, "So he returned home after finishing the attack?"

"Yes." Song Yan nodded, "Wei Chao's accident happened on May [-]th, and his parents said that he went home on the night of the [-]th, and they repeatedly told him not to speak out."

Wen Dao asked, "How is the relationship between his parents and him?"

"Not good." Song Yan said, "There is also an older brother in his family named Qian Yuan, who has very good grades. His parents have favored his elder brother since he was a child, and he has been working in Yazhou after graduating from university. Come here, I want to compete with his brother here, and then Ying Kang somehow helped him and became his assistant in Ying Kang. Qian Heng often praised him at home, and said that he would go up and down for him."

Wen Dao asked for a while after listening: "After he got Ying Kang's help, did the relationship between his parents and him improve? So he lives with his parents."

"No." Song Yan said, "He holds grudges very much, and has always hated them for being biased when he was young. But his hometown is in the western countryside, and the compensation for house demolition has not yet been paid. His parents have no place to live, and his brother rented it by himself. I have no choice but to come here and live with him.”

"If you were here last night, you would have known at a glance." Feng Jingshan shook his head and sighed. I brought a box of biscuits and said I didn’t have enough.”

Song Yan rubbed his face against fatigue, and said, "It's okay to have a son like him, doesn't he still beat his parents?"

Hearing this, he was surprised: "Have you ever used your hands?"

Wei Chao nodded: "What's the use?"

Feng Jingshan shook his head: "You are still young, you don't know. They are children with flesh and blood, no matter how disobedient and unfilial people are, they will not be so indifferent."

The three of them didn't speak, Feng Jingshan said: "Let his brother come and ask him first, see if he knows about his drug use, if not, pass it on to Ying Kang."

"Okay, follow the command in all actions." Song Yan stood up, "Then Mr. Feng, you should do your work first. I'll take them down. I guess Zhang Sheng and the others should be here too."

Feng Jingshan waved his hand and actually asked them to participate: "Go, the two of you should follow along, too many things have happened recently, let's figure this out as soon as possible."

"Now wait here." Wei Chao took the lead to sit down in the interrogation room, "What year is it? It's much cooler here than upstairs."

"But the other people who come here don't think so." Wei Chao disliked, "That's for cooperation, for those who don't, there's still a light on in the gloomy place, and they're taking their lives."

Song Yan closed his eyes: "A pampered person like you won't understand."

Pampered?That's really not true. Before, when everyone was still in school and only worried about being scolded by parents and teachers for poor grades, I was already busy with work. There were a lot of sleepless nights, and I got up from the bed in the middle of the night to fill in holes for artists. more often.

But I didn't bother to talk about it, Wei Chao asked: "As for Zhang Sheng, you don't have any actual crimes in your hands, how dare you take him to the interrogation room if you ask me."

Song Yan seemed to have fallen asleep, and heard that he looked at Wei Chao with a half-smile, "But you see, Zhang Sheng didn't feel anything wrong when he came here last time."

Wei Chao suddenly understood: "Ah Wen means..."

Song Yan opened his eyes, looked at Wen Dao appreciatively, and continued Wei Chao's words: "He has a problem."

"Ordinary people come to the police station to help and ask who can enter here." Song Yan said, "But when he entered such a scary place, he didn't respond, and throughout the whole process, he adapted naturally. It seems that he shouldn't be here. It's his role."

Wei Chao agreed, and asked, "Have you investigated his wife's affairs?"

"Check it out, it's true."

Wen Dao suddenly asked: "Does he have brothers and sisters in his family?"

Song Yan was surprised: "No, what's wrong?"

Wen Dao was about to talk about the scar, but Xiao You opened the door and said that Zhang Sheng had arrived, and asked if he would come in immediately.

Song Yan didn't take Wen Daowen's words to heart, and let him bring them in.

Xiao You quietly said to Song Yan: "Zhao Xinle is going to school, he won't let me disturb her."

"How long has it been?" Song Yan asked, "How did Mr. Zhang let the child go to school so quickly?"

"What do you think?" Zhang Sheng obviously got a lot tougher, and this tough sentence was just the beginning, "What's the matter, Police Officer Song, the child won't even let the child go to school after the mother's death? If you fart, let it go! It's annoying to see you!"

"Mr. Zhang, is he eating meth or preparing to blow himself up?" Song Yan is obviously used to this kind of place, "We are investigating cases, not being grandchildren."

Wen Dao seemed to know Zhang Sheng would react like this early in the morning. He chuckled and said, "Mr. Zhang, don't be too exaggerated. Officer Song just cares about Lele out of kindness."

The words were not listened to, but Zhang Sheng stopped temporarily unwillingly and asked, "Why do I have to enter this place? I want to talk out."

Song Yan replied easily: "Everywhere is talking, how cool it is here."

"Shut up!" Zhang Sheng suppressed, "I'm not here to accept questions."

"Last time," Wen Dao looked at him, "Why did you want to."

Zhang Sheng didn't answer, but just repeated his own words: "I'm not here."

"Okay." Song Yan stood up, "Let's go, go to the front, you don't know how to enjoy yourself."

"Mr. Wen, can you sit in front of me?" Zhang Sheng asked in the front room.

Wen Dao raised his eyebrows: "Yes."

Zhang Sheng looked at Wei Chao who was sitting next to Wen Dao and asked, "What's your relationship?"

Wen Dao said, "Guess what."

"You're not like this." Zhang Sheng stared at Wen Dao but didn't look into his eyes, "You shouldn't sit with him, you are obviously enemies, and he obviously wants Wen Sheng."

"What does this have to do with you?" Wen Dao asked, "What does Wen Sheng have to do with you?"

Zhang Sheng bowed his head: "I'm just persuading you."

"Zhao Zhenlan is exactly like you." Song Yan looked at him playfully, "You are all looking up to Mr. Wen, aren't you?"

"No one can tarnish him." Zhang Sheng looked at Wei Chao, "You can't, and you can't either!"

Wei Chao was about to hit someone at the police station, but was told that he was fine.

"Who told you to do this?" Wen Dao was direct and firm.

Zhang Sheng's body trembled suddenly, then he dodged his eyes, and unconsciously clenched his hands tighter and tighter.

Wen Dao seems to have mastered everything he experienced: "That person didn't tell you, don't lie to me?"

"My name is Yang Sheng." Zhang Sheng looked at him, "I didn't lie to you."

Just as he was talking, Meng Shengxiao came in.

Song Yan asked: "Old Meng, how are you doing?"

Meng Shengxiao's voice was still panting, and his forehead was full of sweat: "I took people to all the pesticide wholesale markets and asked around with Mr. Zhang's photo. Finally, a boss Li said that Zhao Zhenlan was definitely dead. The night before, Mr. Zhang went to buy medicine."

Zhang Sheng suddenly stared at Meng Shengxiao with wide eyes, then turned to Wen Dao, wanting to speak.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes and said in a cold tone, "Can I go in this time?"