The old man was pulled to the room by Wang Rou. When he saw the video, he was stunned, "That guy Yang Luo?"

Wang Rou smiled and said, "Grandpa! Why do you look better than me? I looked at him for a long time before I recognized him, and you recognized him at a glance."

The old man smiled and said, "There is nothing strange about this. When I was a child, I would recognize this guy who turned into ashes." When he said that the old man's eyes were full of jokes, "I can't understand it if you can still recognize him for so many years abroad."

Wang Rou's face turned red, "Although he hasn't seen him for many years, he has not changed much."

The old man looked at Wang Rou stroking her hair with some distress, sighed and said, "Why did you go abroad for? You could hide it from your mother, your father, and you could hide it from me? You were still young at that time, and I didn't stop you from studying abroad. No matter what, it would be better to learn more knowledge. But you are really a silly girl. You gave up Yang Luo for Shiqi. But Shiqi's girl..."

Wang Rou's eyes turned red, "Grandpa! I want to go see Shiqi tomorrow."

"Go!" Then, looking at the computer screen, "My solution to this matter. Shanghai was frustrated by Yang Luo, a gangster. There can be no more accidents in Yunnan."

Wang Rou's face suddenly became without a trace of expression, and her body exuded the majesty of a superior who could only be possessed after long-term training.

"Grandpa! Didn't you see it? It's exclusive to the overpass, which is too unreasonable. What are you talking about about the terrifying bombing case? The criminals have already told me that they can take out something from Yang Luo's mouth? It's a joke."

The old man said: "The central government is also vigorously rectifying some problems, but it is not a matter of one day or one night. We can only take it slowly, too much is not enough."

"But..." Wang Rou wanted to say something else.

The old man interrupted her with a smile, "Okay, okay, go to bed quickly so late." After that, he turned around and walked out.

The expression on Wang Rou's face has not changed, but when she saw the figure in the video, her eyes slowly turned soft. She made herself a cup of coffee and sat on the chair to continue watching. Her soft eyes gradually became a little confused, and a small alley appeared in her mind. A sneaky little boy walked quickly in the alley, followed by two little girls.

The boy suddenly stopped, "You two little girls always do what you do with me in movies."

A girl said proudly: "You think we are willing to follow you. When you see you sneaking, you know that you are going to do bad things. We must pay close attention to you."

The boy curled his lips, "You are not my wife, don't follow me."

Another little girl raised her head, "It was Aunt Yaxin who asked us to watch you." The boy turned around helplessly and walked back, and the two little girls followed like little tails.

The scene in my mind flashed like a movie. When the boy grew up and became a soldier, a girl excitedly ran to the station with her lucky star that had been folded for one night.

But when she saw the boy hugging her best friend tightly, tears fell silently in the corners of her eyes.

"Pa" the glass bottle containing the lucky star fell to pieces. I don't know how long it took, but the girl slowly squatted down and picked up the lucky star one by one. She didn't feel that her fingers were cut by the broken glass fragments.

"Bao!Bao!Bao!!!"

The door was gently knocked, "Rou Rou is not sleeping yet."

Wang Rou came back to her senses, shook her head and drove away the thoughts in her mind, but her face was covered with tears, so she hurriedly wiped it with her hands, "Mom! I'll go to bed soon, you should rest early."

"Okay! You have to go to bed early."

"I understand." Wang Rou agreed, turned off the computer and lay on the bed. After a while, she turned over and opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a glass bottle inside, which contained lucky stars of various colors. She slowly raised it and looked at it in a daze, and fell into memories again.

Hu Zili hurried to the municipal government conference room. As soon as he came in, he felt that the atmosphere was not right. "What's wrong?"

Mao Gang looked at him and said, "You should notify the municipal bureau immediately. No matter what method you use, you must ask them to call before dawn."

Hu Zili asked, "What exactly happened."

Dong Lin hurriedly found the video. Hu Zili looked at it and turned to walk out, "I'm going to take charge myself, I don't believe that I can't pry their mouths open."

Chen Zhiwen of the Provincial Party Committee Courtyard put down the phone for less than ten minutes. All information about Jinghong's overpass explosion on the Internet disappeared without a trace. Some words such as "Jinghong, explosion, overpass, special" and so on were blocked, and netizens could not search for it no matter how they searched.

Although they posted and cursed on major forums, they would be deleted in less than two minutes. They understood that public opinion was indeed very useful at some point, but it was still pale and powerless to defeat the real people in power.

Chen Zhiwen's wife looked at him and said, "This matter is not going to end well."

Chen Zhiwen rubbed his temples, "The criminals were caught. As long as the case was closed as soon as possible, public opinion will gradually fade."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang rapidly. Chen Zhiwen picked up the phone receiver and heard a very powerful voice from the old man.

"Zhiwen, you Jinghong is doing a good job. The overpass is exclusive. I, an old guy, have never walked over such an overpass. I will also walk there in a few days and enjoy such treatment."

There was a slight change on Chen Zhiwen's calm face, and Jing said respectfully: "Old Wang, I will definitely deal with this matter seriously."

"How to deal with it? Shoot those terrorists? Then, do you have to investigate the terrorists' identities?"

Chen Zhiwen said: "There is no report yet."

"That is, I have not investigated clearly yet? Then I will tell you their identities."

Chen Zhiwen's face finally changed drastically, and a bad premonition surged in his heart. "Old Wang! You..." He did not say the following words.

Mr. Wang said: "The person who organized and planned this explosion was named Yang Luo. He was once the grandson of Chi Haoyuan, a member of the Standing Committee of the Political Bureau of the Central Committee. He didn't expect that he was a terrorist. It was so hateful. He would send them to the execution ground tomorrow and die."

It was very calm and light, but Chen Zhiwen's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and a layer of fine beads of sweat rippled on his forehead. "Mr. Wang, please rest assured, I will definitely give you an explanation."

"Bang" a loud noise came from the receiver, as if it was a slap on the table, "What's the use of explaining to me? It's an explanation for the people."

"Old Wang, I know how to do it."

"You should take care of yourself."

"Dududu..." A busy voice came from the receiver.

After Chen Zhiwen put down the phone, he called Zhang Dazhong and told Yang Luo's true identity, "You immediately notify the Jinghong Municipal Government to release the person and apologize. If it is not handled well, no one can protect them."

Zhang Dazhong was stunned and dialed the numbers in a panic. He kept muttering Amitabha Buddha in his heart, hoping that the gods and Buddhas in the sky would be blessed. Jing Hong had not interrogated those suspects yet, and even after interrogation, he could not force confessions.

It is already past 11 o'clock in the evening, and the atmosphere in the municipal government conference room is very quiet, so quiet that it makes people feel depressed. Mao Gang and other municipal government leaders are all staring at the news from the municipal bureau, otherwise they will not be able to sleep soundly.

"jingle……"

The phone rang, and Mao Gang hurriedly picked up the phone, "How is it?"

Zhang Dazhong's voice came from the receiver, "What's the matter? You immediately release the suspects and apologize."

Mao Gang was stunned, but he didn't understand what Zhang Dazhong meant, "Secretary-General Zhang, what do you mean?"

Zhang Dazhong suppressed his anger and said Yang Luo's identity, "If this matter is not handled properly, the little thing you did will be found out, it will not be solved by staying in for two years. If you can keep your head, it will be smoke from your ancestral grave."

Zhang Dazhong's face turned pale, his eyes were staring straight ahead, and his hands holding the phone were shaking. This time he kicked it was not an iron plate but a bomb. If he was not good, he would have to be blown to pieces.

A busy voice of beep came from the receiver. After two or three minutes, Dong Lin felt something was wrong and pushed Mao Gang's shoulder, "Mayor... Mayor..."

Mao Gang shook his body for a few times and came to his senses. He slowly put down the phone. His throat rolled, and his eyes glanced around and said with difficulty: "I'm having a big trouble this time."

Huang Liwei said: "Old Mao! What happened?"

Mao Gang suddenly shuddered and did not answer him. He grabbed the phone and dialed the number. As soon as the other party answered, he neighed and shouted: "Hu Zili stopped interrogation, I'll hurry over immediately."

Hu Zili wanted to ask something, but Mao Gang had already hung up the phone. However, he also knew that Mao Gang must have had an accident so he hurriedly ordered Zhu Longping to stop the interrogation.

Yang Luo was pressed on the table by four policemen, with two books on his chest, and one policeman was holding a small hammer and knocking him hard.

After knocking for more than a dozen times, the other policeman held a piece of paper in his hand, "Boy! Just press a finger print, why bother to suffer this."

Yang Luo looked at him and grinned, "If you use some force to make me spit blood, I will press my handprints."

"Fuck! You really don't cry until you see the coffin, beat me," a police officer shouted.

The guy just raised his hammer and the door of the interrogation room was pushed open, "Deputy Director Zhu ordered the interrogation to be stopped."

Several people looked at a police officer standing at the door, "Why have you stopped interrogating again?"

"How do I know, take it back to the detention room."

Yang Luo and the others were taken back to the detention room one by one. Dai Enen sat on the ground in the detention room and looked at Xu Hang standing by the iron gate opposite him and shouted with a smile: "Hey! How about it? Isn't it very enjoyable?"

Xu Hang's face was blue, and he was obviously beaten. Seeing Dai Enen's gloating look, he said helplessly: "I wonder, why don't they take you, the witch, to be tried."

Dai Enen took out the lollipop in her mouth, stuck out her tongue and licked it, and then said, "The police seemed to be insane. When they touched the iron door of the detention room, they became epilepsy, and they twitched all over their bodies and foamed at the mouth."

Zhou Xin said helplessly: "Those policemen will be electrocuted when they touch the iron door, so let us go for the time being."

In fact, this incident really made Zhu Longping and Hu Zili feel incredible. When the police came to report to them, they didn't believe it. They went there in person. At that time, Zhu Longping's body trembled as soon as he touched the lock with the key, and then his arms were bounced up, and his legs were weak and he sat on the ground. It took him a long time to get up. Hu Zili also wanted to try it, but when he saw Zhu Longping's appearance, he didn't have the courage to touch the iron gate.
Chapter completed!