I want to be a super cop

Chapter 286 Pure Land

"Jack."

Wang Li listened to Wang Yiwei's words and looked at him with complicated expressions.

"I do not know either."

Yang Jie shook his head, looking at the direction where Wang Yiwei disappeared, his eyes flickered.

"But I think you shouldn't have treated him like this just now. After all, he is your father."

Yang Jie reached out for a cigarette and lit it for himself: "Many things, sometimes you really can't help yourself. If you make a wrong step, you will make a wrong step. You are not him. You don't understand his pressure. Sometimes you do something The choice is also unavoidable, even if you hate him, at least he is still very good to you, what do you think?"

"However, I really can't accept what he did. How could he abandon me and my mother."

"Well, you're right, too."

Yang Jie wrapped his cigarette butt, nodded and said: "Your attitude towards him now is also a punishment for his previous behavior. Everyone should be responsible for the wrong things they have done, right?"

"Oh, forget it, let's not talk about it."

Wang Li bit her lip and left in a depressed mood.

……

That night.

Just when the temporary task force was investigating the details of Xue Xiaodong's case.

An unexpected visitor arrives at the door.

"Wang Yiwei?"

Zhong Tianzheng looked at Wang Yiwei who was sitting on the chair, and raised his eyebrows: "You told the police officer that you came here specifically to find me, what do you want to say?"

"have nothing to say."

Wang Yiwei shook his head with a smile, and stretched out his hands: "I'm guilty, you arrest me."

"Catch you?"

Zhong Tianzheng was suddenly even more surprised.

Wang Yiwei's sudden surrender was something they never expected.

Immediately.

Zhong Tianzheng was in charge of asking, and Ah Xiang was in charge of typing and recording on the computer.

The reason why Wang Yiwei surrendered himself is very simple.

Since the year before last, he has been in contact with some restricted websites abroad. Through the introduction of friends, he has slowly built up the website, and has been exporting new comics full of passion and power for a long time.

Wang Yiwei's confession was very detailed.

He provided a private account book of his own, as well as a series of questions about how the website operates, how it makes money, how to contact foreign teams, how to avoid domestic inspections, etc., all frankly.

among them.

It also includes his latest collaboration with Xue Xiaodong.

this case.

Far beyond everyone's expectations.

present.

The two forwarded the case again.

Subsequent case handling will be verified and handled by specialized departments.

"He bowed to the murderer."

Zhong Tianzheng looked at the back of Wang Yiwei being taken away by the police: "We checked his website before, and it was so secretive that we couldn't find it, but he turned himself in without any suspicion from our police. eccentric."

"Yes."

Ah Xiang nodded in agreement.

Zhong Tianzheng's eyes fell on the ledger on the table again.

A handwritten account flow, although the flow is not large, it is better than a lot.

Faced with such huge profits, ordinary people simply cannot resist, let alone Wang Yiwei, who personally runs the business and is deeply involved in it.

but.

He turned himself in.

Obsessed with black money?

Has he sinned against himself?

So surrender yourself?
It's definitely not.

"I think it's time for us to find Yang Jie."

Zhong Tian was looking down at the latest vehicle information extraction report.

There's a new clue up there.

Colleagues from the technical department obtained the remaining burnt and broken human hair on the electronic cigarette lighter of the car, and preliminarily concluded that it should be the fine hair on the hand.

Ah Xiang glanced at the report and asked, "Why are you so sure that this is what he left behind?"

"do not know."

Zhong Tianzheng shook his head: "And I also feel that he will tell us himself, without us interrogating him at all."

"Let's go then."

Ah Xiang got up and packed her things, and the two turned around and set off.

……

When it's time for school.

It's already eight o'clock in the evening.

At this point, the campus is very quiet, the classrooms are brightly lit, and the students sitting in the classroom with their heads bowed in self-study can be vaguely seen, and no one speaks.

This is a quietness unique to the campus.

Zhong Tianzheng went upstairs to the class led by Yang Jie.

Yang Jie was sitting behind the podium, lowering his head to write and draw on the lesson preparation record, with a serious expression.

At the back of the classroom.

Two stools were placed against the wall.

There are two books on the stool.

It seems to be waiting for someone.

Zhong Tianzheng and Ah Xiang looked at each other, walked into the classroom lightly one after the other, picked up the book on the stool, and sat down against the wall.

halfway.

The students sitting in the back noticed that they came in, and they were not too curious, but continued to do their homework.

Yang Jie, who was sitting behind the podium, glanced up at the two of them, then continued to prepare lessons.

"call."

Ah Xiang took a breath, and opened the book in her hand with "My Teacher" on the cover.

in fact.

Strictly speaking.

This shouldn't be called a book.

It should be called a workbook.

A booklet stapled together with A4 paper.

Each piece of A4 paper is glued with handwritten compositions.

The title of the composition is called: my teacher.

"I am a student in Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School, and my teacher's name is Yang Jie"

"I'm a student in Class [-], Grade [-]. My teacher's name is Yang Jie, but we prefer to call him Brother Jie."

Zhong Tianzheng Ah Xiang was flipping through this special book silently.

The content of the composition varies greatly, and the level is also good or bad, but unexpectedly, everyone in the composition praised Yang Jie unanimously. relaxed feeling.

An hour passed quickly.

get out of class is about to end.

Yang Jie stood up from his seat, glanced at the students in the audience, and clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.

"Students, let me ask you all a question."

Yang Jie glanced slowly across the faces of everyone in the audience, with a serious expression: "What do you think is the most important thing in a successful life?"

"Integrity!"

"Upright!"

"money!"

"woman!"

"..."

offstage.

There are also various answers.

Yang Jie smiled and clapped his hands, and the classroom fell silent instantly: "Maybe everyone has different experiences, so everyone's answers are different. I think everyone's answers are very correct. Everyone has experienced What will produce the answer, there is no fixed or unique, as long as you achieve your ideal, then you are successful."

"but."

Speaking of this, Yang Jie paused, picked up a piece of chalk, cut off a piece, turned around and wrote two large characters on the blackboard.

"Pure Land!"

The two big characters flow freely.

"Why is it a pure land?"

"What does it mean?"

Immediately, someone asked a question.

"This is my last life advice to everyone."

Yang Jie organized his words, and said solemnly: "When you are chasing success, when you are chasing what you want, you will meet all kinds of people, good or bad, and bad environments."

"As the saying goes, those who are close to vermilion are those who are red and those who are close to ink are black!" "However, I hope that no matter how you develop in the future, I sincerely hope that you can maintain the pure land in your heart and not be polluted."

"When the competition is successful, always keep your bottom line."

"Keep that pure land, you will always be the most successful person!"

"Thank you!"

"goodbye!"

(End of this chapter)