The real daughter calculates with her fingers, she will become rich after the divorce

The name Shuliang is familiar to He Zhengshu.

Isn't he the minister of the special management department?

Meng Xingluan asked what this sentence meant?

Do you still know this poor old man?

The thoughts in the man's mind turned over and over again, but in the end he couldn't keep up with the rhythm, so he remained silent.

The two nagging Qingshui County policemen also shut up.

"Shu...what Liang?"

The old man stammered a question.

Meng Xingluan smiled half-heartedly, but there was a biting coldness in his eyes.

"What do you think?"

The old man began to pretend to be deaf.

He even covered his chest with one hand as if he was going to be sick.

Meng Xingluan doesn't like this.

But others were so nervous that they didn't dare to breathe.

Who is the worst person to offend? Apart from the rich and powerful, it is the elderly.

Even pretending to be sick can make you eat a pot.

"Officer He, this has nothing to do with us. I remind you, don't be angry with him. If something happens, you are responsible for it. He is really sick."

Qingshui County is lagging behind in development.

Young people are not willing to stay here to develop.

As early as a few years ago, this place was full of elderly people in their [-]s and [-]s, and it was only more lively during the Chinese New Year.

But no one came back this year, and the Chinese New Year was deserted.

Meng Xingluan ignored the old man pretending to be sick.

She said to He Zheng: "Can you arrange for more people to come over?"

"what happened?"

"Exhumation."

Meng Xingluan's words set off a storm in everyone's hearts.

You don’t want to talk about this during the Chinese New Year!

"Are you kidding me? There are no corpses here..."

The Qingshui County police officer smiled dryly and tried to change the subject, but He Zheng looked serious.

"I'll call now."

He Zheng walked outside the house.

The old man's cloudy eyes showed panic. He raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at her with his index finger.

"Who, who are you?!"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is what you and Shu Liang are planning."

The smell of rot can be said to be exactly the same.

If there were no corpses under this house, her name, Meng Xingluan, would be written upside down.

Maybe there are not only corpses, but also ghosts.

Meng Xingluan's eyes were cold and without any warmth.

The old man was so frightened that he trembled all over, finally rolled his eyes and fell down straight.

This frightened the two Qingshui County police officers.

"It has nothing to do with us..."

"It was you who made him mad to death. I, we didn't even touch..."

Meng Xingluan glanced over with a cold look.

He raised his eyebrows sarcastically.

"You are still angry now, but if you are still talking empty words, you may really die."

Two people: "..."

They stepped forward resignedly.

He carefully helped the old man up and walked to the bed, but was stopped by Meng Xingluan.

"The body will be exhumed later. Let's take it to your bureau."

"..."

Sister, you really don’t treat them as human beings.

It was raining at night, so you would inevitably fall if you were walking alone, let alone bringing someone with you...whose responsibility would it be if you fell to death?

Both of them looked very ugly.

But they are just ordinary little police officers. With He Zheng here, who dares to be dissatisfied?

Three minutes later, He Zheng came back.

He has arranged everything and will start digging as soon as the people arrive.

If the bones are really dug up, we will definitely have to work overtime this year.

As a people's policeman, you can't help yourself.

The purpose of serving the people must be given top priority.

Resolutely not let any criminal go.

The man only glanced at the fainted old man and then ordered: "Go and borrow an ox-drawn cart from others. If you are afraid that something will happen to him, take him to the hospital. If nothing happens, take him to the police station. I will ask him something later."

This old man is full of doubts.

I'm not sure he really knew about Liao Baozhu.

only……

"Ms. Meng, were you the one who figured out how to bury the bones underground?"

He Zheng was full of questions.

If he could really calculate this, Meng Xingluan would be no different from a god.

He Zheng, who used to be a materialist, became non-materialistic after meeting Meng Xingluan.

There are really a lot of strange things in the world.

"Don't you smell something rotten?"

Meng Xingluan asked rhetorically.

Rotten smell?

He Zheng frowned, then sniffed, and there was no other smell except the musty smell.

He is a detective.

Logically speaking, the sense of smell is more sensitive than ordinary people, but there really is no rotten smell.

Did he have something wrong with his nose today?

Meng Xingluan already knew the answer from his expression.

Ordinary people cannot smell this smell.

That means it's not the corpse emanating from it, but the ghost.

……

Qingshui County didn't get a moment's peace all night.

He Zhengyao's people were all from Haicheng. They came to work overtime during the Chinese New Year, so everyone had their own grievances.

But what can people in their profession do?

Ugh.

The sky has turned white, and the team involved in exhuming the corpses is ready.

Large trucks cannot get in here at all.

So the workload is directly averaged to everyone.

Meng Xingluan and He Zheng stood aside. He Zheng asked: "Miss Meng, then we just wait for the result?"

"Aren't we here to find someone?"

Meng Xingluan looked at the man with a strange look.

He Zheng: "..."

"Do you have Liao Baozhu's father's phone number?"

"Have."

He Zheng pulled up the call history and scrolled down to find the local Haicheng number.

Meng Xingluan dialed directly.

She first explained her purpose of coming, and then asked the other party for Liao Baozhu's birthday and horoscope.

"Who are you? Is my daughter in your hands? I can give you any money you want, you..."

"Can the kidnapper use the police's cell phone?"

Father Liao choked on his words.

He looked at the number again and realized it was Officer He whom he had contacted before.

"I'm sorry, but this phone number is Officer He..."

Meng Xingluan handed the phone back to He Zheng.

He Zheng gave a brief explanation and turned on speakerphone when Father Liao said the birth date.

As soon as the phone was hung up, Meng Xingluan calculated Liao Baozhu's current location based on this calculation.

"Has Liao Baozhu left the country?"

"almost."

"Is your second junior brother also with her?"

"He is no longer in the country."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Zheng's frown deepened.

The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds.

Finally, He Zheng said: "Ms. Meng, if people leave the country, things will become very troublesome. I have to ask the next level for instructions..."

The most important thing is that people are in trouble.

If you cooperate, the people will still be there. If you don't, according to the methods of those people in Myanmar, you will have to shed your skin even if you don't die.

"You go to this location to find Liao Baozhu first. I will take care of my junior brother's affairs myself."

The expression on the woman's face was very calm, and there was no trace of panic at all.

A bold guess came to He Zheng's mind.

His eyes were deep and his expression was unprecedentedly serious.

"You don't want to go to Myanmar alone, do you?"

Even though Meng Xingluan was very powerful, he was still outnumbered.

That group of people still have the Mucang branch in their hands, so whoever goes is like a sheep in the tiger's mouth.

For someone as beautiful as Meng Xingluan, her end will only be even more miserable.

Meng Xingluan did not answer He Zheng's question.

She lowered her head to answer the message, then suddenly raised her head to look at the desolate road not far away.

A luxury car sped away.

The woman narrowed her eyes dangerously.

It's really strange that a luxury car from Qingshui County can come to this place.