Dirt

Under the Criminal Investigation Building of the Municipal Bureau, the Tule car was successfully backed into the garage with a tail flick. The two jumped off the driver's seat and strode towards the reception room. Miao Miao in front: "Let's take a look at Old Wei. There should be a reception policeman at Luo Sheng's side for questioning."

In the corridor, He Yuan walked in front with his hands in his pockets without saying a word, and then bumped into Wei Sheng who had just come out of the office.

"Fuck! How did it take you so long to arrive!"

He Yuan waved his hand: "Do you know how to write the word traffic jam?"

"If you stay in the city bureau, you will be stuck in traffic? I found out that once you are in heat, you don't even care about the case. Sooner or later..."

"Okay, okay..." He Yuan put his hand on Wei Sheng's shoulder so much that he owed a beating: "What's wrong, did you learn to bombard your comrades with Deputy Bureau Liu after a while? Let's go and see first." Look at Luo Sheng."

Wei Sheng slapped He Yuan's hand away impatiently, his black and white pupils rolled up and showed a very contemptuous expression: "I asked Luo Sheng and the others to go back first, that little girl cried more than Luo Li in the morning, and she didn't care about anything." If you refuse to say, you have no choice but to ask Gao Chen to bring the Marshal here, he is on his way."

He Yuan: "Understood, go to my office first, and wait for someone to come over and have a look."

The three of them came to He Yuan's office again. He Yuan's cell phone rang before they sat down. It was Zhang Ju's call.

"How is the matter on the Internet going?" Zhang Fulai asked immediately.

"All the people involved in the case in the video have been arrested, and the interrogation has now been completed and they are handing over to the court."

Zhang Fulai took a sip of tea and said slowly: "I heard from my old buddy at the TV station that they are going to report this matter, He Yuan should deal with it carefully, and it's not about arresting those people in the video when it's on the news It's that easy to get in."

"Hmm..." He Yuan pondered for a few seconds, lit a cigarette and said, "Ju Zhang, under normal circumstances, the case shouldn't be reported so quickly, why this time..."

"Alas—I heard that the son of the Fang family who invested in this TV station is also studying in Century High School. They spent money on this report. He Yuan must deal with it properly. If it causes panic among the public..."

He Yuan was shocked, and looked at Miao Miao reflexively. Miao Miao couldn't hear what was said on the phone, and returned him with a suspicious expression. He Yuan raised his finger and made a silent gesture: "That investment Is Fang’s surname Qian?”

"Well, it seems to be Qian."

He Yuan's scalp was a little numb, and he flicked back the broken hair on his forehead: "These rich people really like to meddle in their own business, okay, I know Zhang Bureau, and you can rest assured that they will handle it well."

Miao Miao and Wei Sheng beside him sighed together, and said in unison the second after He Yuan hung up the phone: "Yes."

He Yuan was a little confused, so he uttered a questionable monosyllabic word at the two of them: "What are you talking about, why is it? Am I a rich person? My parents are rich. If it weren't for the two of them Shi Chang helps me, I don’t even have the money to buy milk tea for Miao Miao, and the salary in our bureau is not enough to cheer.”

The two nodded in unison again, and He Yuan was completely speechless.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door of He Yuan's office. This time, Mi Yue learned to be good, so she was afraid of disturbing the two-person world of He Yuan and Miao Miao. Wei Sheng was so puzzled for a few seconds that he opened his mouth and said:

"He team, Wei team, the marshal has arrived, and he was taken directly to the interrogation room. Are you going there?"

He Yuan thought for a while, hung his coat on the hanger, and said in a low voice: "I'll go later, my Miao hasn't eaten yet, go and see how many people in our team are here, send me a WeChat message and I'll send you a message." Make an order."

Mi Yue supported the door frame with one hand and made an OK gesture with the other: "Alright Captain He, I'll go right away!" Then he closed the door and hurried to the interrogation room.

In the interrogation room, the marshal was sitting on the iron chair solemnly, with his hands crossed on his chest, looking at the interrogator in front of him with a relaxed expression and no fear. Behind him stood a middle-aged man, who was the father of the marshal. The posture is straight and the expression is calm, without the slightest tension or discomfort.

Such a student with good grades and good performance has a hat of a female classmate on his head. Anyone should be a little bit afraid and fearful, but now the father and son not only have no sense of fear, but also have a face of "Can you take it?" How about me?" The interrogator who sat opposite them felt a little embarrassed.

Sure enough, during the next hour of interrogation, the father and son not only spoke in unison, but didn't even give the interrogator a superfluous look. From the beginning to the end, there were two sentences:

"I do not know."

"I haven't done it."

Not admitting to death, insisting on iron tongue.

Prisoners like this kind of dead duck with a hard mouth, unless the evidence is really thrown in front of them, it is difficult to pry their mouths open, but the results of the forensic examination have not yet come out. Gao Chen outside the glass also lost his mind.

He quickly took a few mouthfuls of He Yuanding's steak rice, mixed the chopped steak with black pepper sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, he thought about whether to call He Yuan to report the current situation. The news from Wei Sheng:

"Didn't something come out?"

Gao Chen wiped the oil off his hands and typed quickly to reply: "Yes, nothing can be pried out, both father and son are very strict."

A few seconds later, Wei Sheng returned a voice message, probably still eating, his voice was dull and unclear: "Let's take a break, wait for the appraisal result from Ma Nan, if you haven't opened your mouth for an hour, you probably won't see the coffin. Tears, leave someone in the interrogation room to keep an eye on them."

Gao Chen swallowed the last mouthful of steak rice, pressed the voice button and replied, "Okay Team Wei."

At this moment in He Yuan's office, Wei Sheng was nestling on the sofa with a lunch box in his arms and was pulling rice pitifully. He Yuan, who was sitting there, was holding a lunch box and stuffing food into his mouth on the sofa with Wei Sheng.

Sure enough, he can be called the favorite of the Criminal Investigation Team of the Listed Bureau.

Miao Miao was sitting at the table, receiving every mouthful of food He Yuan gave with a heart-filled look, and then let his heart sink continuously in He Yuan's eyes, and finally sank to a point called "" "Love" can't extricate themselves from the whirlpool.

Every time the heart in his shallow chest beats, it tingles with blood. Miao Miao became more and more uncomfortable in the eyes of He Yuan. After a while, even his breathing became heavy, and the heavy memory was repeated in his mind. Repeat over and over.

Immediately afterwards, his breathing began to be a little difficult, and he even felt that the surrounding air began to become thinner. Every grain of rice in the lunch box in front of him gradually changed from clear to blurred. The green vegetables on the side swirled in his eyes.

He Yuan, who was pulling rice on the sofa, followed Miao Miao's reaction, and within two seconds, he realized that something was wrong with him. He threw the lunch box on the table, throwing rice grains all over the table, stood up and directly stepped over the sofa. In front of the coffee table with short legs, he rushed behind Miao Miao in two or three steps, and grabbed his hand.

"What's wrong with you, what's wrong with you!"

Miao Miao raised his eyelids weakly, paused for a while on He Yuan's face, opened his somewhat pale lips and spoke a few words weakly, He Yuan tightened his heart tightly again, and tried to stand up. The ears want to hear what Miao Miao said.

Wei Sheng who was on the side also realized that something was wrong with Miao Miao, before he could react in time, he rushed to Miao Miao holding his lunch box.

"Dish..." Miao Miao spat out a single sound with all her strength, the hand holding the chopsticks drooped weakly and then lost consciousness.

He Yuan picked up the unconscious Miao Miao, kicked away the trash can in front of his feet, and frowning, Feng rushed out anxiously. Wei Sheng also put his lunch box on the table and immediately stepped forward to replace He Yuan. open the door.

"Old Wei, send the lunch box to the forensic office, let them do a poison test quickly, and then call me all the employees of this restaurant to the food delivery staff to the city bureau for interrogation one by one, poisoned to the criminal investigation team, crazy ball Yes! I let them sit in prison!"

"Drive the bus, whistle to the hospital, hurry up!" Wei Sheng took out the key from his pocket and walked quickly in front of He Yuan, sending He Yuan who was holding Miao Miao to the car all the way.

The police car honked high-pitched and flashed red and blue lights all the way, and went straight to the hospital through several red lights. After getting off the car, He Yuan didn't stop and ran to the back row to carry Miao Miao into the emergency room.

The time outside the emergency room was infinitely lengthened and magnified, and every minute and every second made He Yuan very anxious and unbearable. He sat on the cold row chair in the corridor and kept pulling his black hair, his mind was buzzing, He kept thinking about everything recently, who dared to poison and murder the criminal police officers in the Municipal Public Security Bureau, could it be that Bu Zhao came back?

"Damn!" He Yuan clenched his fists and slammed on the white wall of the hospital corridor, cursing a few words in a low voice.

Time passed by He Yuan's palm every minute and every second. He tightly grasped the mobile phone in his palm. The screen of the mobile phone was on and stayed on the interface of the address book Manan. After a long time, he exhaled heavily and dialed the phone.

"Beep-beep-the call you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please..."

The mechanical female voice was cold and emotionless, He Yuan pressed his face to death, and the call was transferred to Wei Sheng, who was picked up almost as soon as the bell rang:

"Old He, the people from the restaurant and the food delivery staff have been brought to the Municipal Bureau. There are too many people to be interrogated. Now the marshal is still in the interrogation room. It's a mess here. Are you really poisoning?"

He Yuan's voice was hoarse due to excessive tension and congested throat. He slid his Adam's apple and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. When he was about to speak, a nurse came out of the emergency room and said without any extra words: "The patient is in temporary shock caused by severe allergies. It has been rescued, family members don’t worry, go and pay the fee first.”

The nurse's sharp voice echoed in the silent corridor, and even Wei Sheng on the other side of the phone could hear it clearly. He didn't even rush to yell behind him when he was thinking: "Hurry up and let everyone in the restaurant go. Hurry up!! Let Ge Dongjie drive them back one by one, have a better attitude!!"

He Yuan: "???? What, what allergies?"

Female nurse: "It takes some time to detect allergens, you can wait for the patient to wake up and ask him if he knows what he is allergic to.

"

Time kept pulling back behind He Yuan, as if returning to the autumn noon in an instant, Miao Miao was sitting opposite He Yuan in the Roman garden, with sweat on his temples, trembling fingertips and the phrase "Sorry, I don't eat Western food. "

He Yuan slapped his forehead suddenly, thinking: Could it be that he is allergic to steak!

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Entering a state where I can't write in the hot weather, it's numb