I am the white moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 862 862, panic

"They don't want to beat up Song Zhen in the police station, do they?"

He Shiyin looked at her husband nervously.

It's not surprising that she thinks so, because of the nature of her work, all the incidents she comes into contact with are bad, even more vicious than this.

People's hearts, the more they see, the more they lament the horror of greed and desire, and the more they cherish what they have now.

Lu Yunzhi pondered for a moment, and then made a phone call: "Xiao Li, give me Zhao Haiyang's file, the information of Zhu Yanxing, the captain of the second criminal investigation team in their office, and the information of Zhang Wei from the coordination office. "

Police station.

The night was fading outside the window, Zhao Haiyang sat at the desk, closed his eyes, quietly waiting for the instructions from above.

It stands to reason that if he applies for a matter twice, his superiors will realize the seriousness of the matter, and most of them will approve the request of the subordinates.Because the lower the level, the deeper the case itself, and the more thorough the understanding.

But this time, he has applied three times.

Not far away, Zhu Yanxing held a freshly prepared steaming meal and put it in front of him: "Zhao Suo, you can eat some first. When the approval is obtained, I will go get him, and you can interrogate him overnight." gone."

Zhao Haiyang opened his eyes, with a vague premonition.

He took the chopsticks, buried his head and began to eat.

Halfway through eating, the phone vibrated.

He was grateful for the connection: "Ju Zhou, what did the higher-ups say?"

"Not approved." The other party said: "As mentioned above, Song Zhen's influence is too wide, whether it is the bank card he has not used for many years, or the suicide note of an old housekeeper suspected of murder, it is not enough to detain Song Zhen. The reason for coming to the institute for night trial. Therefore, don’t apply for this matter again. Zhao Haiyang, I know you are eager to make meritorious service, but everything must be done step by step, follow the system, and follow the rules! Don’t come to me because of this matter again ! Hurry up and investigate the case!"

Zhao Haiyang's complexion was pale.

He got up, didn't eat any food, and went out directly.

Zhu Yanxing asked excitedly: "Has it been approved? I'll go get him right away!"

"No!" Zhao Haiyang roared angrily, and left without looking back.

The small room where Song Enshuo was held.

This is the best detention room in the police station. It has doors and windows, is connected to heating, and has its own toilet.

Song Enshuo slept here, ate the exquisite medicinal food sent by the nursing home, and was reading "One Hundred Thousand True Jokes" in his hand. He was very contented.

Suddenly, the door was opened from the outside.

Song Enshuo sat up, saw Zhao Haiyang, and immediately smiled: "Song Zhen is here? Then can I go out?"

Zhao Haiyang closed the door.

Turning around again, he stared at Song Enshuo with a cold face, and stared at Song Enshuo with sinister eyes. He stepped forward suddenly, grabbed Song Enshuo by the collar and asked, "I ask you, is there any other murder case in Meng Yan's hands?" ?”

"No, no!" Song Enshuo was startled by his sudden aura: "You know, it's Yue Lingfeng's case!"

Zhao Haiyang approached him and gritted his teeth: "Impossible! It's been said above that the will of the old butler who is suspected of murder cannot be used as direct evidence against Song Zhen! Yue Lingfeng's case has not yet been concluded. That's what the above said, it must be him. There is something else!"

Song Enshuo was flustered.

Meng Yan has no other lives in his hands.

To be honest, in Wan'an Village more than 20 years ago, he asked the young Meng Yan to drive a car to kill Fang Jingting's daughter.

But, isn't that Fang Lingwei still dead?

(End of this chapter)