Fang Zheng nodded slightly, this was indeed a way. Fang Zheng looked outside, and through the window, he saw a few more cameras in the distance behind the police. Sure enough, with such a big movement, it was impossible for reporters not to come and take a look, and to see
Looks like, there are more and more postures...
At this moment, Fang Zheng was startled and saw an acquaintance!
Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said, "Donor, if you want to meet a reporter, this poor monk can recommend someone to you."
"Who?" Wang Dayou asked warily.
Fang Zheng said: "A donor named Jing Yan."
"Jing Yan? Reporter from Jing University?!" What surprised Fang Zheng was that Wang Dayou actually knew about Jing Yan!
Fang Zheng asked subconsciously: "Do you know her?"
"I know, she reported a lot of positive news and helped a lot of people. We all like to read her reports. If it were her, I... I agree." Wang Dayou said.
When Fang Zheng heard this, he sighed in his heart. He didn't expect that the girl he hadn't seen for a long time had become a living Bodhisattva. And he, the unlucky monk, was still the same unlucky monk. He shook his head. Since Wang Dayou agreed,
Then this matter will be simple...
But the problem came immediately. Wang Dayou asked: "Who will tell the police?"
When everyone heard this, they were stunned for a moment, and then they all looked at Wang Dayou. Wang Dayou looked at the gun in the hands of the police outside and shook his head quickly: "I'm not going out."
The other three women were willing, but Wang Dayou was worried, fearing that they would run away if they went out! Without someone in hand, he felt uneasy.
As for Xia Jili and his daughter, Wang Dayou cannot let go. Wang Dayou still hopes to control Xia Jili and ask for money.
After going back and forth, Wang Dayou finally looked at Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng said with a helpless expression: "Amitabha, okay, just go ahead."
"You are not allowed to run! If you run...I...I will kill someone!" Wang Dayou was also afraid that Fang Zheng would run away, so he threatened, but Fang Zheng also saw that at this time, Wang Dayou's words were actually just a threat.
He, but Fang Zheng is not sure whether Wang Dayou will be stimulated if he really runs away, and his mind will be hot, and he will really kill someone. After all, Wang Dayou is not a professional murderer, and his psychological quality is not that good.
No matter what you do, it will be justified.
Fang Zheng said: "Donors, don't worry. The Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will? Before these benefactors leave, the poor monk will never run away."
"That's good, go and ask Jing Yan to come in." Wang Dayou said.
Fang Zheng nodded, and then asked pretending to be worried: "It's okay to ask her to come in, but the donor must agree to a condition for the poor monk."
"What conditions?" Wang Dayou asked.
Fang Zheng said: "The donor cannot also detain the donor from Jingyan. In that case, the sin of the poor monk will be great."
As soon as these words came out, Xia Jili over there kept winking at Fang Zheng, meaning, don't believe him, he is a lunatic. Fang Zheng just pretended not to see it and looked at Wang Dayou calmly.
Wang Dayou was stunned for a moment, seemed to be lost in thought, and after a while he asked: "I said I won't detain her, do you believe it?" In Wang Dayou's view, he is now a murderer, a robber, and a hijacker.
, he is simply a heinous villain! Who would believe someone like him?
What surprised Wang Dayou was that Fang Zheng nodded without hesitation and said with a smile: "I believe in this."
Wang Dayou looked at Fang Zheng in surprise, finally sighed and said, "Go ahead, I promise I won't detain her. She can come and leave whenever she wants."
Fang Zheng nodded and then walked towards the door.
The police outside also seemed very nervous. Although there are often various cases in the city, most of them are petty thefts, fights in the streets, etc. But they have long been accustomed to these things. Are you from the Northeast?
The fists did the talking. After the fight, these two bastards could sit up, drink beer together, and then go to the hospital for treatment. Therefore, the police in the Northeast are very nervous about this kind of thing.
You may say that this place is chaotic, but there have never been any vicious cases such as murders or arson here. Suddenly there was such an incident of murder, robbery, and hostage-taking, and the policemen nearby were sweating on their foreheads, and they didn't know what to do.
Disposal. You can only follow the steps of usual simulation training, try to stabilize the mood of the criminal suspect inside, and not irritate him. Wait for the experts to come over, or listen to how the command staff handles it before making any plans.
At the same time, some people also went to investigate the identities of the suspects and the abductees, which would facilitate their subsequent work.
The group of reporters behind them also gave them a headache. Others were hiding behind in fear of death. They jumped in whenever they saw an opening, eager to rush in and talk to the suspect. The police should not only prevent the suspect from running away, but also give them a headache.
Come out, but also to prevent these guys from rushing in. One policeman couldn't help but cursed: "These people who are not afraid of death, do they really think that their long guns and short cannons can beat real guns?"
At this moment, a female reporter stood very far forward, as if she wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to get in. A policeman quickly stopped her and said: "Stop, you can't go any further."
"I am Jing Yan, a reporter from Heihe Newspaper..." Jing Yan said.
"Unless it's the police, the police can't do anything! My aunt, we are already in dire straits, and you are in trouble." The policeman waved his hand quickly, interrupting Jing Yan's words.
Jing Yan was also helpless, seeing more and more colleagues. Although there were no big newspapers or big media, it was boring to be robbed of the news. And she was really concerned about what happened this time.
Jing Yan pulled the policeman and kept talking, but the policeman just said: "No!"
In the end, Jing Yan moved out several government officials and acquaintances, but the policeman was very principled and unmoved. Who cares who you call? He just said: "No!"
Jing Yan was helpless. She looked at the police officer in charge in front of her and waved her hands repeatedly, but unfortunately he ignored her.
Just when Jing Yan was helplessly trying to find another way, she suddenly heard a young policeman screaming: "Someone is coming out!"
Upon hearing this, Jing Yan suddenly raised her head, and at the same time, all the cameras were pointed at the door, as if they were going to collectively shoot down the people who were about to appear!
Jing Yan put her feet up and stretched her neck to look inside. She found that the shelves had been moved. She squinted her eyes and found that the person who moved the shelves looked a little familiar! He seemed to be a bald man!
"Bald? Who could it be?" Jing Yan herself was muttering.
Jing Yan was muttering, and the little policeman who had just shouted was also muttering. Why did that person look so familiar to him? She subconsciously touched her shoulder and looked to the side. Could it be?
Both of them were staring at the door attentively. At this time, the shelves were moved away, revealing the person behind the door. He was dressed in white, with a bald head and a handsome face, as if he always had a sunny smile.
At that moment, Jing Yan and the policeman shouted at the same time: "I'm Cao! It's him?!"
PS: Don’t rush me, I have updated it as quickly as possible. To be honest, this story is difficult to write. Although I have designed several outlines, they are always being revised. This story should be the biggest since the book was started.
I want to work hard to write it well, but I am also afraid of crossing the line and being criticized, and I also want to write something I want to write. My brain is not enough... I arrived in Changsha today, attended a meeting of the Provincial Writers Association, and worked hard on the train