Although Bai Yan is a rash person and has no consideration for doing things, he is not mentally retarded after all. He knows that after something happens to him, his family will definitely find connections. So no matter what method Qin Yu, Lao Mao and others use to interrogate him, this guy refuses to file a case.

In fact, Qin Yu had no good idea when facing Bai Yan's attitude, because the Bai family had a deep relationship in Songjiang, not only the city, but also the three major judicial departments had many friends. So even if Qin Yu didn't miss them, he had to consider that if the police force tried Bai Yan and punished him, it would be difficult to explain if something went wrong on the black street, especially since Old Dong was about to leave. Qin Yu had an accident at this time, which was like giving him eye drops.

After two days of delay, Li Si personally called Qin Yu.

"Uncle?!"

"Bai Yan may be placed in Songjiang detention, you are mentally prepared." Li Si said directly.

Qin Yu was speechless when he heard the sound.

"Bai Yan's affairs are not enough to be sentenced to death. It's useless to pinch him to death." Li Si comforted softly: "What's more, in the eyes of the opposite side, we have already taken a lot of advantage, so you should not do things too extreme, otherwise you will offend many people inadvertently."

Qin Yu understood what Lao Li meant, and knew even more that he could not sentence Bai Yan to death this time, because the evidence currently in the Superintendent was that Bai Yan injured someone with a gun, and there were many maids who wanted to fight against this case for him, so his worst result was that he was sentenced to a real sentence.

"Don't be dissatisfied, the environment is like this, don't be too anxious, let's take your time." Li Si smiled and comforted again.

"Well, I understand." Qin Yu nodded.

"That's it." Li Si hung up his phone.

...

After Bai Yan was transferred from the hospital under the police station, Qin Yu began to work on Yuan Ke's evidence, because this thing has no sympathy. Whether in terms of responsibility or personal interests, both parties are incompatible, so Qin Yu was in a position to sentence Yuan Ke to the greatest extent possible.

After two consecutive days of busyness, something happened in the Superintendent that made Qin Yu, Lao Mao and others helpless and speechless, that is, the Russians were about to be transferred back to Changji for trial.

Qin Yu and others were prepared in advance for this result, but after it actually happened, it still shocked many people's views.

At around 4 o'clock that afternoon, the police officer from Changji Fenglin District, after completing the handover procedures on the black street, was waiting to pick him up.

In the director's office, the old Dong was in the middle of his hand and looked up at Qin Yu and asked, "The four men have finished giving what they should be given, right?"

"Yes." Qin Yu nodded.

After pondering for a while, Old Dong said softly: "Okay, then you go down and say hello to the Superintendent of Fenglin District and let them take the people away."

Qin Yu looked up at Lao Dong, but he stopped talking.

Old Dong instantly understood Qin Yu's eyes and said helplessly: "Stop talking about anything, go do it."

Qin Yu gritted his teeth, turned around and left.

The old director sat at the desk and picked up the water cup.

Qin Yu stepped to the door, reached out and pulled open the office door, and suddenly turned around and asked, "Uncle, will the Simao be sentenced to death if he returns to Changji?"

"…!" Old Dong was stunned and said nothing.

Qin Yu looked at him, stepped back and asked again, "Will he be sentenced?"

Old Dong took a sip of water and waved his hand: "Perform your responsibilities and get things done, go."

Qin Yu asked a few questions knowingly, grasped the procedures and gritted his teeth and left.

...

One and a half hours later.

At the entrance of the prison gate of Songjiang Third Prison, the four men were shaved, wearing thick gray cotton vests, and shackles on both feet and hands. They walked out of the door with a smile on their faces.

"Oh my fuck, isn't this brother Xun? Come and pick me up?" The Russian moved his sore wrists and greeted the person in the Fenglin District Superintendent with great familiarity.

"You are so fat, are you still fat?" The leading sheriff laughed and scolded the Russians.

"The food here is very good, so I don't want to leave anymore." The Russian smiled and said carelessly: "Come on, give me a cigarette."

Not far away, Qin Yu stood next to the car with his hands in his pockets, watching the four men greeting each other's police officer, his expression was extremely stiff.

After the other police officer lit a cigarette for Simao, he turned around and walked over, and said politely to Qin Yu, "Please, brother, then let's go first."

"Okay." Qin Yu nodded and shook hands with the other party.

"Let's go, brother!" The sheriff stretched out his palm to the old cat again.

After the old cat looked at the sheriff expressionlessly, he didn't say anything, nor did he reach out, and just took out the phone and walked to the side.

The sheriff was stunned for a few seconds and smiled: "Goodbye!"

After saying that, the Superintendent of Fenglin District took the Russians into the car and prepared to leave.

Inside the car, the four men lowered the window, held a cigarette in their mouth and shouted at Qin Yu: "Brother, you have taken care of me a lot recently. Come to Changjiha when you have time, I will treat you well!"

Qin Yu stood there, looking at the proud and arrogant expression on the face of the four Maozi, and a strong sense of powerlessness arose in his heart.

"Haha, let's go!" The Russian shouted with a smile.

The convoy slowly left as the road rang. After Qin Yu watched them leave, he turned around and said, "Let's go."

"Brother, do you think the 4th Koreans will be sentenced to death if they are taken back to Changji?" Ding Guozhen asked naively.

Qin Yu was stunned when he heard the sound, turned his head to look at Ding Guozhen, without replying.

"Fuck it!" Ding Guozhen looked at Qin Yu's expression and cursed: "If he was not sentenced to death, wouldn't he be in the entire new welfare home in the future?"

Inside the car, Zhu Wei was sitting in the driving position and responded concisely: "The sad thing is not that the Russians returned to Changji, but that even if the Russians die, there will be similar welfare homes."

After the words came to an end, everyone was silent.

The old cat turned around and pulled away from the dullness, and said in a concise and concise manner: "It's okay for Niu Zhen. The first one was caught. Pei Deyong was rich but no one, so he was sentenced to death soon. The people we can move are all the ones who want to move, and what about those who have relationships and backgrounds? They either fucking back to Jiangnan or Changji... Haha, there are some things you can't think about, otherwise you won't be able to live."

Ding Guozhen glanced at Lao Mao: "I don't think this will always be the case, and I don't believe that people like the Russians can live for a long time."

"Yes, sooner or later, there will be a day of dawn." Zhu Wei smoked a cigarette and lay on the steering wheel and looked at the sky: "I have always believed that winter will pass sooner or later, and the snow that has been falling will stop sooner or later."

Qin Yu couldn't help but grin when he heard Zhu Wei's words.

...

Seven or eight police officers were standing at the exit and talking softly at the special official channel at Songjiang City North Station.
Chapter completed!