Play Nice

Chapter 387 387: Don't touch it, I'm not pregnant (one more)
"Not necessarily, there is another possibility." Fang Lushen took off his glasses and put his sky-defying legs on Lao Zhang's chair next door, "Shang Baolan and He Wanlin have other handles, so I'm not afraid of self-exploding."

Fang Lu opened the drawer and took the cigarette.

Lao Zhang came back from the trace examination department with a piece of news.

"The fingerprint of another person at the scene is indeed He Wanlin's."

Fang Lushen threw the cigarette back into the drawer: "Bring the search warrant and go to He Wanlin's house."

He Wanlin lived in more than one place, Lao Zhang was in charge of the Emperor's Mansion, and Fang Lushen came to Xiaoshan.

Zhou Xian at the Xiaoshan villa.

"available?"

"Ah."

"Make a note." Fang Lu touched his pocket, but he didn't bring a pen, "Can I record it?"

"can."

Zhou Xian brewed a cup of coffee for Fang Lushen.

Colleagues in the group were searching for evidence, focusing on He Wanlin's clothes, and the fibers in Shang Baolan's nails were the key evidence.

"After Shang Baolan was released on bail, have you seen her?"

"No."

Fang Lushen asked, "How is your relationship?"

Zhou Xian said frankly: "Not very good."

Fang Lu replied calmly, "Really?" He changed the subject and chatted, "Where did you work before you came to the blues bar?"

Zhou Xian thought that Fang Lushen's focus would be on Shang Baolan, but obviously not.

"This is also related to the case?"

Everyone in the serious crime team knows that Fang Lushen is a black-bellied, sensitive, and elegant fox.

"Just ask, what if it's related?" He tasted the coffee and praised, "The coffee is good."

Zhou Xian, the eldest son of Fang's family, who wants to be a front-line criminal policeman instead of inheriting the family business, has long heard of it.

Even if you don't say it, Young Master Fang can find it.

Zhou Xian told the truth: "In the emperor."

"How much pay?"

"Eight hundred a night."

"You are eight hundred a night in the emperor, and you only come to the blues for five hundred a night. Why did you resign to come to the blues?"

Fang Lushen came prepared.

Zhou Xian remained calm and calm: "Income is not the only criterion for me to choose a job. I prefer the atmosphere of the blues. For bartenders, the atmosphere is very important."

Fang Lushen replied calmly again: "Really?"

He has a habit. The more certain he is, the more gentle and gentle his tone will be towards the person involved. It is the kind of lazy, calm, determined, and noble son-like tone.

"It's been less than a month since I came to Blues, and I met Ms. He Wanlin, a regular there. Mr. Zhou, I think you are a guest who likes Blues more than the atmosphere, Ms. Ho, right?"

Zhou Xian asked someone to erase this information before going to the Blues, but it was still dug out by Fang Lu.

Zhou Xian's attitude changed and he no longer cooperated: "This is my personal privacy and has nothing to do with the case. I have no obligation to tell you."

If the people involved know everything, why do they need the criminal police?

Fang Lu understood deeply and did not ask: "Understood."

Anyway, he has a way to check.

"Team."

Colleagues searched.

Fang Lushen put down the coffee cup: "Excuse me, Mr. Zhou."

Come out from Xiaoshan Villa.

Fang Lushen made a phone call: "Help me dig someone."

The other party asked, "Who?"

"He Wanlin's current husband, Zhou Xian."

He Wanlin and Zhou Xian received their certificates last week.

Because of Cen Yongqing's "kidnapping and assisting", He Wanlin can really describe Zhou Xian in four words. Just this week, many of He Wanlin's properties and funds have been transferred to Zhou Xian's name.

"Dig what?"

Fang Lu said with a deep smile, "I dug up the eighteenth generation of his ancestors."

Back in the bureau, Jiang Tingting gave Fang Lushen a list.

"This is the person Shang Baolan contacted after he was released on bail."

Shang Baolan's mobile phone has not yet been found. In addition to her secretary and lawyer, she also contacted three people on the day she was killed, namely Shang Qiongdong, Jing Zhao, and Shang Lingling.

Seems to be invited to ask questions.

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Shang Lingling was a little sleepless tonight.

"Can't sleep?"

"Ah."

Jing Zhao turned on the floor lamp beside the bed: "What's wrong?"

He bought this lamp from a bookstore owner who is a 3D printing enthusiast and printed a red lion on the lampshade.

At first, the owner refused to resell it. Jing Zhao said that his wife liked the animal world and the lion in the animal world the most.

So, the boss gave up his love, and this lamp became the new favorite of business leaders.

"Last night, I cursed Shang Baolan, and cursed her bad people and bad news to die early and live early." Shang Lingling digs the buttons on Jing Zhao's pajamas in annoyance, "Then she died."

"If the curse worked, the world would be over."

Business leaders know the reason, but there is still a kind of inexplicable unease: "Jing Zhao, I feel a little uncomfortable, but I don't know why I am like this, obviously this is the result I want."

She hates Shang Baolan very much, but when Shang Baolan is dead, she can't get excited again. In short, it's very contradictory.

She couldn't figure it out.

Jing Zhao told her: "Because our leader respects life very much." His words were light, but very poignant, "We respect life more than good and evil."

"Is that right?"

"Well, you are a cosmetic surgeon, and you respect life more than many people."

She seemed to understand.

Jing Zhao's phone screen lit up, and it was Fang Lushen who sent a message.

"Fang Lushen asked us to go to the police station tomorrow."

"Oh."

Jing Zhao put the air conditioner on the business collar and said, "Go to sleep."

She turned over and put her legs on Jing Zhao: "I still can't sleep."

Jing Zhao got out of bed and went to get a professional photography book, which he read to the business leader in a minority foreign language.

She couldn't understand, and it helped her sleep better.

"How many languages ​​do you know?"

"I haven't counted them, maybe a dozen."

This is also related to Jing Zhao's growth environment. He has stayed in many places abroad.

"You are amazing." Shang Lingling touched his belly, "I hope our baby will be like you in the future."

"Don't touch it, not yet."

"That's impossible to say."

NO.20 is the safe period for Shang Lingling, she usually doesn't count this, Jing Zhao knows better than her.

After two pages of the book, she finally fell asleep.

Jing Zhao turned off the light and lay down gently.

The next day, June 29th.

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　　There are flashbacks in the next few chapters, so read carefully.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)