Leaving the political commissar who would not engage in ideological learning, Zhou Nan's consciousness continued to decline with the naked eye. Ya happily decided to continue to throw away the follow-up work... no, it was handed over to the Internet Security.

If you must find a high-sounding reason, he is on vacation? But this vacation is indeed unprecedented. I asked which policeman was recuperating due to injury and went to film a TV series!

Being justified? There is nothing wrong with it. After all, it is also for positive publicity. I will not mention this party.

But Zhou, who had no time to crack down on pornography, had time to ask about the newly discovered short video tattooed male protagonist Yan Ximin, and even called Zhang Gaoming together.

Detention center.

The suspect Yan Ximin has been brought here.

He can only be considered ordinary in appearance to figure. If it weren't for this tattoo, he would have basically no memory.

Zhang Gaoming held the photo alone, and the other person held the suspect's wrist and stared at it carefully. He compared it back and forth for more than ten minutes.

Not to mention the suspect himself, even Hu Yanyong, who came to ask someone, couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, "I guess Sister Qingliang hasn't read it so carefully~"

“…”.

Zhou Nan thought that the other sister could not be interested in this position. Oh no, she was a little offside today. He coughed tactically, "What's inside? Is it so difficult to compare with such a small part?"

Zhang Gaoming stood up with a tight face and withdrew his eyes.

Zhang Yaobin showed regret and said with an unsatisfactory expression, "Zhou Zhi is difficult to confirm because he is small."

Yan Ximin, who was seen by the two policemen, stopped hearing this. "Police Officer, you said I'm fine, but you can't say I'm young!"

Ah this...

It is rare that all men are present, no one refuted.

Zhang Yaobin even patted his shoulder and changed his words and said again, "It is because the tattoo is too small that I can't determine whether it is one."

Face is mutual.

Yan Ximin grabbed the human relationship and worldly style. He pointed to the photo in the other party's hand and nodded, "If the police officer said this tattoo, I can be sure it was one."

Oh, unexpected joy? But I can't believe it all.

"How to say it?" Zhang Gaoming's eyes lit up. He had been pursuing this case for a long time, and it was so long... the next case could happen at any time. During this period, he had basically not slept much, for fear that he was woken up by the ringing of the police call.

A bad mentality? Maybe you haven't experienced the feeling of carrying several living lives on your body.

After glanced at Zhang Gaoming, Yan Ximin was subconsciously a little scared, knowing that he was not as good as the security police who could fool him at will. This person was not easy to mess with.

But the "trump card" in hand, and years of experience in society still made him stunned. He compared his index finger and middle finger, "Come on cigarettes."

Zhang Gaoming's eyes became more and more sharp.

Seeing this, Zhang Yaobin hurriedly made a smooth move and handed over a cigarette. For such a small request, he couldn't make it. Although he was a little itchy after handing it out.

为嘛?你瞅瞅这厮这幅油滑的欠揍样,接过烟居然还颇为嫌弃的嘟囔了句“没华子吗”...

What about the human relationship and worldly style? Yes, compared to this, these gangsters have their own code of conduct, for example, face is greater than that.

It’s no longer a big deal for Huazi to not Huazi. He took a deep breath and spit out a round smoke ring. Yan Ximin, who felt that he was in good condition, said quickly, "This tattoo was when we were working in a nightclub, and he asked his master to design the tattoos. Unfortunately, he was taken away before he could show off his skills."

nightclub?

Valley Cellar

This title sounds like a strong sense of time.

Also, what is the way to unify tattoos? I haven’t played with color organizations like this, right?

Yan Ximin took another deep breath of cigarette and made a memory, "If you want to say... it must be something that happened seventeen or eighteen years ago..."

"I was still young at that time... I was young. Brother Long said that he had a good job and wanted to take me and a few brothers in the village to eat delicious food and drink spicy food, and then we followed him into the city."

Hu Yanyong calculated by beating his fingers, 33-18, he was really young, and he didn't forget to ask, "Who is Brother Long?"

"I am the first guy who went out to get into society," Yan Ximin took a sip of cigarettes with a little impatient attitude and continued to recall.

"Eat a restaurant, sleep in a hotel, and have money to go to the Internet cafe every day. At that time, this kind of life was simply a god. What we young people had to pay was just to accompany a few rich women."

Hiss...?Duck...?

It turns out that this business was found so many years ago. However, if you want to take minors to do these things, I don’t know how many years Brother Long was sentenced to in the end.

It is obvious that even though he is in his thirties, Yan Ximin still doesn't think so.

"The good times didn't last long, and I don't know who lit water. After only a few months of working, I was beaten by the dog... Oh no, I was hit by your police, because I was underage and not an organizer. I only received criticism and education and released it. Later I changed my career..."

It’s just a joke. No one of the police present is serious, and they can’t compete. What if they can still get started? And it’s not the current focus.

Yan Ximin also wanted to recall the "glorious years" of the past, but was interrupted directly. Zhang Gaoming's face was as deep as water. "Several questions, how many people were tattooed at that time? Where were they tattooed? Is there just one tattoo artist? In addition to the few people from your village, are there any other people tattooing?"

Without an immediate answer, Yan Ximin's eyes fell into a dull state.

Zhang Yaobin, who was already ignorant of his series of words and deeds, had to slap the table when he saw this, "Don't play tricks!"

Zhou Nan reached out and stopped him, "Don't be excited, you must come one by one. Actually, I have a question that is very curious. You are tattooed... Is this a knife?"

If it weren't for the reference Yan Ximin, Zhou Nan would have thought that the animal patterns such as insects, snakes and fishes that I thought were originally made of patterns on the back of the knife.

Yan Ximin did not want to answer, but was confused by Zhang Gaoming's series of questions. His simple brain circuit was not enough to support such a "large" operation, but Zhou Nan's question was clear enough and very easy to answer.

"Slaying the Dragon."

"The Dragon Slaying in the Legend of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying?"

"No, it's the Legend of Dragon Slaying. I was playing games in the Internet cafe at that time, and I dreamed of being able to make a comeback!"

Zhou Nan, “…”.

Zhang Yaobin, Hu Yanyong, "???"

The generation gap, barely understood, may be similar to pesticide skin? It cannot be completely substituted.

Zhang Gaoming had no expression of doubt. Could it be that this person who fought in Shacheng back then? Irre you unimaginable.

No matter what, with this question, most of the previous questions need to be asked again. I believe that there will not be many people who have the same "hot blood" middle-second brain circuit like these guys. Even if there is, what is the probability of being in the same position?

So, there is only one last problem.

Zhang Yaobin asked without hesitation, "Who are there anyone who has been approved by the same village?"

Zhou Nan raised his hand again, "Hey~ There is no such trouble. Do you still have people in the same industry as you now?"
Chapter completed!