Ji Yuting is checking everyone's recent interrogation testimonies.
Yang Jiucheng knocked on the door and came in, standing neatly on the open space in front of his desk.
"Master Yu."
Ji Yuting didn't even raise his head, his eyes were always fixed on the testimony sheet in his hand, and he asked in a low tone: "What's the matter?"
Yang Jiucheng put his hands behind his back and said, "Master Yu, you have locked Master En in the interrogation room for two days. He is the deputy bureau after all. Recently, there has been an accident like my mother's at home..."
"Don't talk nonsense." Ji Yuting glanced at him impatiently, "If you can't explain your purpose of coming in five sentences, you will be prepared to receive an afternoon of devil training in my office."
Yang Jiucheng's whole body shivered.
The last time Ning Chengen was left in the office by Ji Yuting and tortured all afternoon, he knew clearly that he was the one who carried Ning Chengen back to the Ning family afterwards.
He couldn't bear this kind of torture.
He stretched out his fingers and began to count sentences cautiously. Just as he was about to speak, Ji Yuting reminded him coldly.
"You have just said four sentences, and you only have the chance to say the last one."
Yang Jiucheng: "??"
Where did he say four sentences? Did he pause and count it as one sentence?
Knowing Ji Yuting's straight-talking character, he did not dare to argue and went straight to the point, "According to the rules, my father is a public official after all, and there is a funeral at home. If you can't prove within three days that he is indeed related to this case, you will let him go back to deal with the funeral."
He finished this sentence in one breath without daring to pause.
It wasn't until he finished speaking that he let out a deep breath, as if he had come to life.
Ji Yuting finally raised his eyes, stared at him, and sarcastically said with thin lips: "I have only been locked up for two days, and I haven't even lynched him. I am losing my temper so quickly."
Yang Jiucheng wanted to help argue, "Yu Ye, En Ye, he..."
"Go out and tell Ning Chengen that if there is still no progress in the case before get off work tonight, I will let him go back to deal with his mother's death."
"Okay, thank you for your understanding."
Yang Jiucheng bowed respectfully, turned and left Ji Yuting's office.
As soon as he left, he came again.
Ji Yuting continued to look at the records in his hand. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that he was almost 10 years old and did not raise his eyes.
Si Nian walked straight up to him, handed something forward, and put it in front of his eyes.
Ji Yuting then put down the information in his hand and took a look.
It is a complete transparent glass tube.
He took it in his hand and inspected it carefully, then raised his head and looked at Si Nian.
Si Nian had a silly smile on his face, begging for praise, "Brother, I got the thing out of Ning Chengqing's mouth."
Ji Yuting stared at him with dark eyes, "You opened Ning Chengqing's mouth so quickly. How did you tell him?"
He smiled mysteriously: "What you know is based on emotion, and what's done is based on reason. I checked all his recent affairs in advance and found that although he and Ning Chengen are brothers, they have a rift and cannot bear to provoke each other."
Ji Yuting was always serious about his words when working. Now he and Si Nian looked at each other, with a rare smile of relief at the corners of their mouths.
"Well done, please elaborate."
"Okay bro."
Being praised, Si Nian smiled even more happily.
He cleared his throat and began to state seriously: "Ning Chengqing said that this was the day after the dust-cleaning banquet. When he came home, he accidentally found the butler, Uncle Fu, and all the villa bodyguards and servants burying things in the backyard.
When he gets suspicious, he..."
Ji Yuting listened carefully and played with his watch.
After Nian finished his statement, he sneered: "Since someone can't wait in the interrogation room, all these troublesome things will be solved within today. If he wants to be acquitted, I'm afraid it will take him the rest of his life."
He straightened the collar of his military uniform, looked sharply in his eyes, stood up and walked out of the door.