Human ladder

Wen Yan seemed to have finally made up his mind, looking at Meng Shi with an outrageously frank look.

Under such eyes, Meng Shi couldn't help letting go, and murmured: "What are you going to do?"

Wen Yan lowered his head and grinned at the corners of his mouth, as if the young man was deliberately trying to be handsome, he took out Meng Shi's cell phone in front of Meng Shi, and dialed a number according to the number.

Meng Shi was frightened and didn't dare to speak, so he just watched Wen Yan's operation.

It took a long time for the call to be connected, and the person on the other side let out a lazy hello.

Meng Shi understood the voice instantly, and looked at Wen Yan in shock.

Wen Yan answered the phone: "Where are you? I want to see you."

"..."

Ming Xun didn't react when he heard Wen Yan's voice at first, and asked vigilantly, "Are you okay?"

Wen Yan said honestly: "Lao Jin saved me, but I heard that his hands were a little bit darker, and he didn't let those people live."

Although those people are now in Jin Shuo's hands, they are all safe and sound, waiting to give the city bureau a boost for their performance at the end of the month.

Ming Xun should have reported a location, but Meng Shi couldn't hear clearly from far away, then Wen Yan said: "Okay."

Then hung up the phone.

"???"

Meng Shi looked at Wen Yan's expression blankly.

Wen Yan seemed to be explaining the funeral, but suddenly became more enlightened than anyone else. He sat on the stairs loudly and said to Meng Shi: "If I can't stop Lu Congqi, you must stop him."

"Actually, I shouldn't tell you this, but there are not many people at the moment. If there is a chance, I will publicize the following passage."

Wen Yan's face became serious: "You just have to watch him go to university and live your life well."

Wen Yan stared at Meng Shi without moving, and continued: "Forever, forever, no matter what method you use, don't let him become a policeman! Even if you can't stop him from volunteering, there must be other ways."

Meng Shi sensed something was wrong and stopped Wen Yan: "What are you going to do? Are you going to die with Ming Xun?!"

"What are you thinking? The dirty water on my dad's body hasn't been washed off yet. It's all your fault for praising a mortal so high." Wen Yan lowered his head and pulled his messy hair with his hands, as if to cover up his hair. Jitter: "I just want them to die, I don't want to die myself."

After finishing speaking, Wen Yan patted his buttocks and stood up, smiled indifferently at Meng Shi, and got ready to leave.

Of course Meng Shi couldn't let him go.

But Wen Yan turned his head, lowered his expression, stared at Meng Shi with a gloomy look, and said, "Uncle, don't you think? Since that night at the Monster Bar, I have already fallen into someone else's trap."

Wen Yan didn't take Meng Shi's obstruction seriously, but his eyes were horrifying: "Jin Shuo said that person is an enemy rather than a friend, what do you think?"

"!!!"

Meng Shi was startled, and his temper rose to roar at Wen Yan: "We will protect you! We will protect you even if we die!"

Wen Yan ignored Meng Shi's impassioned words, and sarcastically said: "Come on."

He shook Meng Shi away vigorously, and continued, "It's not as long as I have lived."

"..."

Meng Shi was so angry that he was about to spit fire, Yan Que had already made up his mind, and he couldn't stop him at all.

"Oh," Wen Yan took two steps, then suddenly stopped and said, "Remember to take good care of my mother."

Wen Yan pushed open the door, and when he appeared in front of Ming Xun unscathed, he still surprised Ming Xun.

He left in a hurry, only in time to change his clothes, and his face was so pale that Ming Xun, who had been on guard all along, felt a little relieved when he saw Wen Yan like this.

Wen Yan glanced around, and said with a wry smile: "I heard that the monster has closed down for rest."

Ming Xun stood up neatly dressed, personally handed Wen Yan a cup of hot tea, and said, "Wu Xiu's incident has had a big impact, but it's okay, there is no injury."

Wen Yan took the porcelain cup, nodded knowingly, and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, pretending to taste the tea.

He allowed Ming Xun to look at him unscrupulously, as if he was really honest and clear-headed.

Ming Xun withdrew his gaze, and explained seemingly unintentionally: "I know what you came to find me for." Seeing Yan Yan raised his head and looked at himself, he simply said into his eyes: "We are also looking for Diao Qianwei."

Wen Yan remained expressionless: "Why are you looking for him?"

Ming Xun's expression became meaningful, and he stared at Wen Yan for a while.

The atmosphere around them suddenly became tense, but the two of them stared at each other nakedly, trying to guess who the other was lying.

"Using such eye-catching means is not our style."

Wen Yan smiled frivolously, refusing to give in: "You have surrounded and chased people in the streets, why do you have the same style as this~"

Ming Xun took a deep breath, seemed to find it ridiculous, and said patiently: "Diao Qianwei has disappeared for such a long time, and this is what he looks like when he appears in front of everyone—surrender himself in front of the whole society?"

"If it was me, why should I ask Diao Qianwei to surrender? Don't you think that Diao Qianwei's whole manuscript and position are problematic?"

Ming Xun approached Yan Wenyan, almost reaching the tip of his nose.

Wen Yan was shocked by Mingxun's metal glasses first, and he paired Mingxun's eyes—like a poisonous snake staring at its prey in the dark night, waiting for an opportunity to lurk and prepare for a fatal blow at any time.

Wen Yan's breath was stagnant, and several fragments suddenly flashed in his mind.

--stage.

— overhead spotlights.

—The audience outside the camera.

A wonderful trial drama is indeed not something that Ming Xun can do. He will despise the whole society, disdain the so-called order, and even dare to challenge and subvert it. How can he let someone he regards as an ant judge?

From the perspective of Mingxun—do the public have the qualifications?

As soon as Ming Xun saw Wen Yan's expression, he knew that he wanted to understand, so he removed the sense of oppression all over his body, straightened his collar like a human, looked at Wen Yan and said: "This is just the beginning, Diao Qianwei made an appointment. Live broadcast at the same time tomorrow, Wen Yan, where is the climax of this good show?"

Ming Xun put on his clothes with his back to Wen Yan, put on his suit jacket calmly, raised his hand to adjust the cuff buttons, turned his head and took a meaningful look at Wen Yan, and beckoned him to leave.

Wen Yanwu thought for a long time on the sofa, he took out his mobile phone whose screen had already been cracked into a spider web, and subconsciously clicked on the chat dialog box.

The screen was shattered with tiny glass shards sticking to his fingertips, Wen Yan rubbed the words on it, gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down.

He clenched his fingers tightly, and there were several cracks on the screen, but Wen Yan didn't know it.

Is this scene really for everyone?

Or was it just for Wen Yan to see?

Such confounding testimony against Wen Guochao, such a complete diary... What exactly is it trying to do?

Wen Yan simply clicked on Diao Qianwei's live broadcast again today. This time, it was almost a frame-by-frame analysis, and it would pause after a few seconds.

Diao Qianwei in the camera had a sarcasm on his face, he didn't look like he was being coerced at all, and his hands and feet were not bound.

He moved his lips following Diao Qianwei's voice, closed his eyes and tried to put himself in the position of the person who wrote the manuscript.

Diao Qianwei: "Today, I surrender myself to the whole society and state my crimes like the whole society."

Wen Yan stared at Diao Qianwei on the screen, watched him say this sentence, and automatically translated: "Today, I face you and confess my sins to you, but what can you do?"

Diao Qianwei's voice continued without any hindrance: "In the case of the murder of Fu's family on Qixi Festival, I contacted Wen Guochao as a reporter, claiming that I saw the murderer."

Wen Yanqi's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth and said, "I was the one who lured Wen Guochao into the bait."

Diao Qianwei: "Why did Wen Guochao know that the murderer was Fu Banghe, but he was not in a hurry to arrest him? Because he never thought about letting that Yemeni live - because Wen Guochao colluded with drug dealers and collected money from various entertainment venues." Benefits, so as to become the biggest protector under the dirty deal."

Wen Yan's voice and Diao Qianwei's voice were at the same time: "We never thought of letting any of them live - because we want to keep the one who took our benefits and colluded with us, protect, protect, God!"

He opened his eyes suddenly, as if he was the guilty person facing the camera, the spotlight above his head was dazzling, Wen Yan seemed to be standing facing Diao Qianwei.

This live show was for him to watch from the beginning to the end!

He saw Diao Qianwei's face so rampant that it was ferocious, and his face was distorted under the white light, like an abstract sculpture.

He heard Diao Qianwei open his bloody mouth at him, and said to him: "Yes! I did everything! I let Wen Guochao discover the beginning of everything, and I was the accomplice who killed him! I'm guilty, but then how?"

"You are his son, you are the most qualified to judge me, come, come and judge me."

——Everyone in the world is stupid, they are not qualified to judge.

——I turned black and white, framed heroes and martyrs, and defiled the souls of the dead. I leave it to you to judge.

Different voices in Wen Yan's mind stimulated every nerve in him, and the torn screen divided Diao Qianwei's face into several pieces—then the voice stopped abruptly, and Diao Qianwei was motionless like a dead person.

Wen Yan almost forgot that he was just watching a video, his heart was horrified, and his breath stopped.

After waiting for a long time, the paused video was automatically played in a loop. Wen Yan interpreted these words one by one as if he were interpreting lines. He already had his own judgment in his heart, and was even more certain of his guess.

The next thing is to verify.

Since he was the only one in the audience from the beginning to the end, he was the only one who could find out where Diao Qianwei was.

Then that location must only be known to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan thought for a while, then went out and found a public phone to call Jin Shuo.

While waiting for the call to connect, he glanced around vigilantly.

It was midnight, the streets were depressed, the 24-hour convenience store not far away was lit, and the traffic lights at the intersection kept flashing.

Wen Yanha took out the heater and rubbed his hands.

"Hey?"

As soon as the phone was connected, Wen Yan immediately said, "Old Jin, it's me."

Jin Shuo paused on the phone, as if he had gone to a quieter place, and then Jin Shuo growled, "Where the hell did you go?! I'm looking for you crazy, okay?!"

Wen Yan smiled flatteringly, at this time he could only seek Jin Shuo's help: "Old Jin, the person who deliberately asked me to find Mingxun is the same person who kidnapped Diao Qianwei this time."

"!!!"

Wen Yanruo raised his head with feeling, as if staring at a pair of invisible eyes in front of him, his eyes were full of sarcasm: "He has appeared and is leading me over."

Jin Shuo panicked and shouted: "Don't run around, the technical department is already locating his IP address, and there will be results soon."

"It's late, did Diao Qianwei say, tomorrow..." Wen Yan pressed his phone and glanced at the time: 03:30 in the morning.

He breathed out: "Didn't he also say that there will be a live broadcast at noon today?"

Jin Shuo stopped abruptly, followed by checking the time almost subconsciously, and then suddenly understood: "You mean, this is a countdown?!"

Wen Yan pretended to be relaxed: "Whose countdown do you think?"

"what can I do?"

Seeing that Jin Shuo had compromised, Wen Yan relaxed a little. There was timidity in his eyes but deeper firmness: "I don't know what will happen during the day today, whether everything will be revealed, or what... I don't know."

He whispered: "It's just that no more people can be involved...give me a car, I know where it is."