My magic stick is going to heaven!

Mr. Shang is also a resolute figure. After Wen Changlang nodded, he immediately took out a piece of paper, two agreements, pressed his finger prints, and the deal was completed. Wen Changlang just gave himself to sold out.

It wasn't until he was stuffed into the car and sat on the soft back seat that he realized it.

I go!It was the first time in his life to take a car, and Wen Changlang was as excited as Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, looking around, unable to stop at all, shaking and shaking, as if sitting on cotton, soft!

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Inspectorate.

Shang Yanzhou was wearing a white coat and gloves, looking at the face of the deceased with a serious expression.

The deceased was male. His body was severely decomposed, his face was swollen and yellow, and his teeth were smelly. The deceased should have smoked a lot of marijuana and had a sexual life.

The fatal injury was a direct cut from the skull, from the throat to the heart. The technique was crisp and neat, and he was psychologically mature and possessed a strong criminal mentality. He should be a repeat offender.

"Go to the archives to check the identity of this person. Also, the autopsy officer will sort out the autopsy report and wait for the meeting in the conference room."

"Yes, Superintendent!"

After Shang Yanzhou gave the order, he turned around, took off his white coat and gloves, and walked out of the corpse storage room.

Just in time, a police officer hurriedly walked over to him:

"Director, the switchboard line of the Shang Mansion."

"Ah."

After Shang Yanzhou responded indifferently, he went straight back to the office, picked up the phone on the desk, shook it for three numbers, and the call came in.

"Foreign grandson!"

As soon as the phone was connected, Mr. Shang's angry shout came from the opposite side. Shang Yanzhou took the phone away as usual, and then said gently but firmly:

"Grandpa, please change your address."

"What to change! Aren't you my grandson! You're full of foreign ink, what are you not!"

Shang Yanzhou was silent, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "..."

Seeing that Shang Yanzhou didn't respond, Mr. Shang took it as his acquiescing, and then continued on his own:

"Grandson of the foreign country! Didn't you say you were going to move out of the Shang mansion? It happened that grandpa found a small western-style building on West Street. It was decorated in European style and high-end atmosphere. You like it, and it is also close to the police station. You usually It’s also more convenient to go to the bureau, you see, I’ll ask the driver to pick you up in the afternoon and go to West Street to have a look?”

Shang Yanzhou raised his hand and looked at his watch, then he replied helplessly: "Okay, Grandpa, I'm a little busy here, so let's not talk about it."

After hanging up the line, Shang Yanzhou picked up a notebook and a pen and walked towards the meeting room. As for Mr. Shang's words, he completely ignored them.

It wasn't until the driver came to pick him up after get off work in the evening that Shang Yanzhou remembered and asked:

"Grandpa sent you here?"

The driver replied: "Yes, the old man said, the young master can go to the small western-style building on the west street to live for a few days to get used to it. Your luggage has already been moved there for you."

Shang Yanzhou rubbed his forehead, feeling a little headache: "..."

When we got to the side of West Street, we drove into a road with less traffic and quiet, but the location was not remote.

Arriving at the small western-style building, Shang Yanzhou got out of the car and looked at the brand-new small western-style building for a while. The whole body is whitewashed with white walls, balcony pavilions, and set off the green yard below. It is self-contained, simple and grand.

It's really good, but if he didn't see the dead body on the sofa in the living room, he might think it's even better.