Hello, Miss Ann!

"Not a friend! You know that, right? Is it a car friend? The photos of refitted motorcycles published on your microblog are similar to the modified motorcycles they drive. Is it from the same factory? "

After saying that, Xiao Heng looks anxiously to the left, and then looks back to an Jing. Just as he is about to open his mouth, an Jing smiles and interrupts him. "The left side of human brain is responsible for thinking and controlling language, and the right side is responsible for space, image and information. You just looked to the left. Do you want to make up a story

An Jing a word, let small Heng open mouth is not shut not, one face looks at her in horror.

"I'm not a devil. Why look at me in horror?" An Jing says with a smile.

"Yesterday, you updated a micro blog at about 5:00 p.m., showing photos of your modified motorcycle! At 7 o'clock, you update another one. The photo is taken on a dock, and several similar modified motorcycles are also exposed, one of which is the one driven by the dead Meng Leying. The title of the microblog is "looking forward to 11:11". Why expect 11:11? "

Looking at Xiaoheng's speechless appearance, an Jing shrugged her shoulders and continued, "because at 11:11, you organized a race to refit motorcycles. It starts at 11:11, and the end point may be in Yanjiang park!"

Xiaoheng's anxiety and uneasiness in his eyes were obvious. An Jing said with a smile, "from the performance on your face, it seems that I'm right."

"And you lied to us that the police didn't know the dead and the wounded?" Xiao Yao said angrily.

"It's not that he doesn't know, he just doesn't want to know him. Am I right?"

An Jing finished and looked at Xiao Heng.

Xiaoheng looked at her stupidly, her expression changed from tense to calm.

Seeing the expression change on his face, an Jing laughed and said, "you hate them so much, can't their death have something to do with you?"

"It's none of my business." Xiaoheng is excited.

"It's really none of his business."

A female voice came from the front door of the police station.

Turning around, a few familiar figures walk in from the police station gate.

"There are so many people."

Looking at a few people walking in, an Jing coolly opened his mouth.

Director Shen, uncle Bei, Bai Chun, Luo Shishi It's not surprising that they appeared in the police station. Why even her superiors and colleagues came here? It seems that there must be something important. Even if she is ill, she has to recuperate in the event. Who is more miserable than her?

"Xiaojing, I heard that you are recuperating from injury. Why are you here?" Director Jiang asked with concern.

An Jing faint smile, this smile is more ugly than crying, she helplessly said, "serve the people (currency)!"

An Jing's words were obviously very useful to several superiors. Seeing them leave happily, uncle Bei did not forget to "invite" her into the meeting room before leaving. The fake smile on her face was instantly put away.

People who saw this scene had their own thoughts. Some of them thought that she was too artificial, some were disgusted with her face, some even sneered and some watched coldly An Jing didn't care, but ignored them all.

Seeing several superiors leave, an Jing turns to Bei Jiajia with resentment. However, Bei Jiajia ignores her at the moment. She looks at Si Jin obsessed and can't find a vent. An Jing looks hard and puts her eyes back on Xiaoheng.

"It's none of your business? Why do you lie to the police that you don't know them? Is it hard to have a body full of excrement? " An Jing's tone seems a little imposing.

"I really don't know them. It's hard to know people like them." Xiaoheng said scornfully.

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