Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the curator and Wang Jiangong paused at the same time, and uttered two words in unison, "Wang Jiang!"
The Wang Jiang they were talking about was also a deputy director in the museum. He was a standing deputy director and was responsible for almost all trivial matters. Of course, he still needed to ask the director for instructions on major matters.
Wang Jiangong has always been obsessed with academic research. Even if the current director steps down, the next director will not be him, but Wang Jiang.
"This Wang Jiang actually has the ability to control ghosts?"
The curator was a little surprised.
"Not necessarily. Maybe he and Yin Gui reached some kind of agreement, and Yin Gui did this for him."
Zhang Fan replied.
"Da da da……"
At this moment, the sound of leather shoes touching the floor came from behind several people.
"Ten minutes are up. Please come back in a few months."
The one who spoke was the same police officer from before.
"Where is your bureau chief?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"Why are you looking for our bureau chief?"
the police officer asked rhetorically.
"You should know that many criminal suspects were arrested on the hillside next to the royal tomb a few days ago, right?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"You know, you are?"
The police officer looked up and down Zhang Fan's body. He was on rest that day and did not participate in the operation, so he did not know Zhang Fan.
"I am the person who reported the crime. I want to see your bureau chief. Can you inform me?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"Yes! I'll go right away!"
The police officer responded happily. Arresting so many suspects at once was a very impressive political achievement for the director.
This political achievement is equivalent to a gift from the young man in front of me. If this young man has no relationship with the bureau chief, how could he give such impressive political achievements to the bureau chief?
That's why this police officer is so happy.
Soon, the police officer came back, many times more polite than before, and said: "Sir, the director is in a meeting now, but the meeting should be over soon. He asked me to bring a few people to his room.
Office, have some tea and wait a moment."
"Lead the way."
Zhang Fan replied.
Under the leadership of the police officers, Zhang Fan and others arrived at the bureau chief's office. Not long after they sat down, they saw a middle-aged man in his 50s with slicked back hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes entering the room.
This person is none other than the top leader here, Zhao Shanchuan.
"Little sir, long time no see!"
Zhao Shanchuan held Zhang Fan's hand and said enthusiastically.
The reason why Zhao Shanchuan is so enthusiastic about Zhang Fan is, on the one hand, because Zhang Fan gave him a big gift a few days ago, and on the other hand, he knows that there is someone above Zhang Fan.
The last time Zhao Shanchuan went to arrest someone on the hillside next to the Xixia King's Tomb, it was the people above who greeted him.
"Bureau Zhao..." Zhang Fan also greeted Zhao Shanchuan with a smile.
When Zhao Shanchuan was pouring tea for a few people, he casually asked, "Sir, are you a good friend of the museum director?"
"kindness."
Zhang Fan nodded.
After Zhao Shanchuan sat down, he sighed softly and said, "Sir, the law is merciless. The video surveillance is clear, so I can't help you with this matter."
"The law should not tolerate emotion. If it tolerates emotion, it would be unfair."
Zhang Fan smiled and said, "I'm not here to ask for your help this time. I'm here to tell you some facts."
"oh?
what's the situation?"
Zhao Shanchuan raised his eyebrows.
"The person who actually stole that armor cultural relic is not the current director of the Xixia Museum. He is controlled by a ghost."
Zhang Fan laid out the facts.
"Controlled by a ghost?"
Zhao Shanchuan frowned, "You are a member of Xuanmen, you are very capable, and you have seen ghosts with your own eyes. I don't doubt what you said, but I can't believe what you said just because of your one-sided words.
"
"I understand this. When handling a case, you must have evidence. I will send the evidence to you in the next two days."
Zhang Fan said, "The curator will temporarily detain you here and don't proceed to the next step. What do you think?"
"That's no problem, I can still do this."
Zhao Shanchuan agreed very happily.
"Don't notify the curator's family yet. He has an 80-year-old mother. If he gets angry because of this worry, none of us want to see anything bad happen to him."
Zhang Fan continued.
"Okay, then let's do as you said."
Zhao Shanchuan responded again.
All that needed to be discussed was finished. Zhang Fan and the others returned to the museum without staying too long. The three of them went directly to Wang Jiang's office.
Wang Jiang frowned when he saw the three people coming in, with a big belly and a shiny face. He first looked at Zhang Fan and Fang Yan and ignored them. Then, he looked at Wang Jiangong bossily and said, "What are you doing here?
Is there a problem?"
When Wang Jiang was the deputy director, his status and status in the scenic spot were above that of Wang Jiangong. After all, he took care of many things and had great power. Therefore, in his heart, Wang Jiangong was his subordinate. He and Wang Jiangong
His tone of voice has always been like this. Now that he is about to be promoted to curator, he needs to show off his authority.
"What am I here for?
Why am I here to beat you up?
What are you?
The insidious villain who harms people behind his back!"
Wang Jiangong had a short temper and still retained some enthusiasm. He couldn't stand being stabbed in the back, so he yelled at Wang Jiang as soon as he came up.
He also rushed to Wang Jiang, and when Wang Jiang wasn't paying attention, he slapped Wang Jiang on the face.
"Snapped……"
Along with the crisp sound, the flesh on Wang Jiang's face shook violently a few times.
Wang Jiang's face was full of pain, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pointed at Wang Jiangong's nose and cursed angrily: "You bastard, how dare you hit me?
Do you really want to do it?
Do you still want to live well?
Believe it or not, I asked you to do the same thing as that old boy!"
"Come on! I'm afraid of you!"
Wang Jiangong looked fearless. After saying this, he went up to beat Wang Jiang.
Zhang Fan put his hand on Wang Jiankun's shoulder and stopped Wang Jiangong who was about to rush forward.
The next moment, Zhang Fan stepped forward, and Wang Jiang stood up. He rolled up his arms and sleeves and was about to attack Zhang Fan. Unexpectedly, Zhang Fan, with lightning speed, grabbed Wang Jiang's neck and pulled him away.
Wang Jiang raised it abruptly.
Wang Jiang's cheeks instantly turned red and he struggled fiercely, but he couldn't break free from Zhang Fan's hand.
"Tell me, where is the ghost?"
Zhang Fan asked sternly, "Otherwise, I will kill you now!"
The strength in Zhang Fan's hand suddenly increased, and Wang Jiang felt that one of his feet had stepped into the gate of hell. Evil people must be severely punished!
"I... said... I... said..." Wang Jiang said in a hoarse voice. The fear of death forced him to give in.