I am the white moonlight of the tyrant

821 Chapter 821, cold sweat

Song Enshuo went completely crazy when he heard the words: "Song Zhen! You are talking nonsense! You are talking nonsense!"

Zhang Wei immediately called two colleagues: "Take Mr. Song to the detention room first! If he wants a lawyer, find him a lawyer! Take him away!"

After Liang Xiaoqi heard this sentence, she quietly took a deep breath, she relaxed a little bit, and her heart gradually settled down.

Song Zhen felt her mother's relaxation, and comforted her distressedly: "Mom, it's all right, all disasters are over."

"You can't detain me without evidence!"

"There are two types of evidence, personal evidence and physical evidence. Both Ms. Liang and Mr. Song Zhen are witnesses! We are not detaining you for no reason!"

"You let me go!"

"take away!"

After a while, the room was completely quiet.

Zhang Wei called a colleague over to take notes, and he asked Song Zhen urgently: "Mr. Song, the sister and brother Yue Meiqi and Yue Lingfeng you just mentioned were killed by Song Enshuo. Is there any evidence?"

Song Zhen pulled her mother to sit down, and told the whole story in a thoughtful, complete and orderly manner.

At the same time, Zhang Wei turned on the recording pen to record and collect evidence from Song Zhen's words, while his colleagues were also writing hard.

All explained.

Song Zhen looked at Zhang Wei, and said again: "I know it was useless to call the police at that time, because my words were unfounded, and he would bite me back if I didn't, which would cause harm to Fengyun Group. With so many employees in Fengyun Group, they When I want to eat, as a leader, I have to think about them. Last night, my biological father Lu Xunzhi came to my study and helped me analyze it. He knows my difficulties and also knows that I urgently want to eat. The determination to bring Song Enshuo to justice. He helped me think of it. I can use my mother’s incident as a start. Let him stay in the police station in a legitimate way, and then let the police follow the clues to find out more evidence of his crime. .”

Zhang Wei was in a cold sweat after listening.

He looked at Liang Xiaoqi opposite, and found that Liang Xiaoqi was indeed a beautiful woman, but... her hands seemed to be about 60 years old, which did not match her face at all.

Sensing Zhang Wei's surprise, Liang Xiaoqi took the initiative to explain: "I am on a desert island, and the only way to survive is to weave some items with my hands and use them to exchange food with the villagers. Resources are scarce and there are no gloves. There are limited tools to deal with. My hands, so it’s not that pretty.”

Zhang Wei apologized slightly guilty: "I'm sorry. I was just curious, so I took a look, and there is no other meaning."

"No." Song Zhen held his mother's hand and said softly, "Mom's hand is the most beautiful hand in the world."

Liang Xiaoqi laughed, teasing deliberately: "What about Zhouzhou's hand?"

Song Zhen immediately said: "Zhouzhou's hands are the most beautiful along with mother's hands!"

The lawyer and Zhang Wei also laughed.

They can all feel from the mother and son, the kind of warmth that has gone through thousands of sails and returned to nature.

After waiting for five or six minutes, the police officer finally finished writing.

He got up and handed the record to Zhang Wei.

After Zhang Wei went through it again, he gave Song Zhen again: "Mr. Song, if there is no problem, please sign here."

Song Zhen also read it carefully and signed it.

Zhang Wei sent them away, standing by the car, he said again: "Mr. Song, Ms. Liang, we will thoroughly investigate this series of cases. Please rest assured that the law must be fair!"

(End of this chapter)