Seeing Yuan Yilin's dull expression, Lu Xiaozhan couldn't help feeling a little distressed. He stepped forward and gently held her shoulders and whispered: "Linlin..."
Yuan Yilin pushed Lu Xiaozhan away, trudged to the bedside, reached out and gently opened the white sheet covering it. Looking at Yuan Yongshen's pale and stiff face, Yuan Yilin suddenly burst into laughter, squatted down and grabbed Yuan Yongshen's palm and said
: "Dad, how old are you, why are you still fooling around like Xiao Zhan? This joke is not funny at all." He gently shook Yuan Yongshen's body and shouted softly, "Dad, stop making trouble,
Get up!"
Lu Xiaozhan couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward and hugged Yuan Yilin's shoulders again, tightened his hands slightly and comforted her softly: "Linlin, don't be like this, your father is gone."
Yuan Yilin ignored it and continued to shake Yuan Yongshen. Although there was a smile on her lips, two lines of tears flowed out of her eyes unconsciously. After screaming more than a dozen times, Yuan Yilin suddenly screamed: "No!..." Then immediately
He lay on Yuan Yongshen and cried loudly. Before he could cry a few times, he suddenly rolled his eyes and fainted.
Lu Xiaozhan quickly hugged Yuan Yilin and pinched her hard to wake her up. Xu Wei walked up quickly and fed the medicine he had prepared into her mouth, which stabilized Yuan Yilin a little. Lu Xiaozhan pushed her head
Putting it on his shoulder, he said in a low voice: "Linlin, stop crying, let your father go with peace of mind!"
Yuan Yilin turned her head with a dull face and asked with red eyes: "Do you know who killed my father?"
Lu Xiaozhan said slowly: "You Zhongquan! It's a pity that there is no evidence to prove that he was the one who paid for the murder of your father."
Yuan Yilin grabbed Lu Xiaozhan's arm and said anxiously: "Does that mean the police can't arrest him? Did my father's death just go in vain?"
Lu Xiaozhan looked into Yuan Yilin's eyes and said word by word: "I will take his life soon! I promise!"
Yuan Yilin looked at Lu Xiaozhan blankly, and suddenly smiled slightly: "Thank you."
Looking at her pale cheeks, Lu Xiaozhan recalled the first time he saw her. At that time, Yuan Yilin was like a surrounded princess, looking so carefree under the care of Yuan Yongshen, but in the blink of an eye this person
The beautiful and proud princess suddenly became a helpless orphan. This huge gap almost caused this young girl to collapse.
Lu Xiaozhan felt a vague pain in his heart, and pulled Xu Wei to whisper to her to accompany Yuan Yilin to deal with Yuan Yongshen's funeral affairs, and then he took Pan Weier in the car and went straight to the city bureau's criminal police team.
Ao Ning was immersed in writing something, which seemed to be a report on the Hongda Group's garage murder case. Seeing Lu Xiaozhan's arrival, he stood up and greeted him: "Xiao Zhan, you are here."
Lu Xiaozhan asked: "How is it? Did the killer say anything?"
Ao Ning smiled bitterly: "You should have guessed the result, he didn't say anything."
Lu Xiaozhan nodded: "That's good."
Ao Ning was a little confused: "What... do you mean?"
Lu Xiaozhan smiled coldly: "Since there's no way to convict him, I'll just play with him."
Ao Ning was stunned: "Playing?" Suddenly he came back to his senses and remembered something, "By the way, a gangster died there when Yuan Yilin was kidnapped last time. Was it you who did it?"
Lu Xiaozhan said: "Yes, he wants to cheat on Linlin. The situation is urgent and I can't care so much."
Ao Ning said anxiously: "You... although you are trying to save people, this is still a human life!"
Lu Xiaozhan smiled, took out a small notebook from his pocket, and placed it in front of Ao Ning.
Ao Ning picked it up and opened it in confusion, and was immediately shocked. There were several large red characters on the document - Ministry of National Security of China.
Lu Xiaozhan reached out and took back the small notebook and put it away. He smiled at Ao Ning and said, "This is also my job. Isn't it considered nosy?"
Ao Ning responded calmly: "It doesn't count, it doesn't count..."
After Lu Xiaozhan explained the last murder with a document, he began to talk about the murder of Yuan Yongshen this time, from the time You Zhongquan wanted to use the grand shipping route for smuggling to the suspicion that Wang Lu's father had colluded with him to murder Yuan Yongshen.
, Lu Xiaozhan told everything briefly.
Ao Ning frowned after listening, lit a cigarette, thought for a while and said, "We can't catch You Zhongquan at all, but it's not a problem to just let him continue to make trouble."
Lu Xiaozhan patted Ao Ning on the shoulder and smiled: "That's why I have the opportunity to play with him...Brother Ao, please don't worry about this matter. I may borrow police resources in the future, and I will ask you to help me then."
A little busy."
After seeing the certificate, Ao Ning lost his temper and said with a smile: "You are so much higher than me, how can I not listen to you?"
After leaving the police station, Lu Xiaozhan made several calls one after another and summoned Ding Feng, He Dandan, and Zheng Junguang to his home in Huajing, Nanshan. After thinking about it, he asked He Dandan to bring Liang Ce with him.
It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening when he returned home. Lu Xiaozhan lay down on the sofa tiredly, staring at the ceiling without moving. An Qi heard the sound and went out of the room, and was startled when she saw the blood stains on Lu Xiaozhan's body.
Pan Weier stepped forward and held An Qi's hand and smiled: "Sister Qi, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are getting more and more beautiful."
An Qi smiled slightly: "I heard from my eldest sister this afternoon that you were here, and I was thinking about when I could see you." She pointed at Lu Xiaozhan and asked, "What's wrong with Xiaozhan?"
Pan Weier chirped and recounted what had just happened. As soon as she finished speaking, Ding Feng and others arrived one after another.
Lu Xiaozhan turned over and sat up from the sofa, lit a cigarette, looked at everyone with a solemn look, and said slowly: "I'm sorry for calling you here so late, but... I really can't wait until tomorrow.