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"what time tomorrow"

"Around six o'clock in the afternoon."

Qin Yun was stunned: "So punctual"

She couldn't understand Fang Ze more and more.

There is a fixed time for arresting people: I have something to do today.

Come on, there are few updates, sorry.

Make up as much as possible tomorrow.

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Chapter 353 He will live rather than die [1]

Fang Ze didn't continue the topic, threw the club on the table, and said, "Let's go, let's go to dinner."

"Go home and sleep after dinner."

Qin Yun followed Fang Ze and glanced at the phone.

It's only half past six.

She really felt that Fang Ze was very strange today.

And the style of handling cases is also quite different from before.

It's like a person has changed.

What really stimulated Qin Yun to look at Fang Ze's back, but she didn't ask any further questions.

In any case, since knowing Fang Ze, the other party has never let her down.

Maybe it's just my own delusion.

Since the murderer can be caught tomorrow, there is no hurry

After the two left the billiards hall, they randomly found a restaurant for a meal, and at Fang Ze's request, they each went home.

There is no further investigation and no additional leisure activities.

8:0 pm: [-]:[-].

Fang Ze stood at the door of his house and opened the door with the key.

He paused for a while and did not go in.

It seems to have something to worry about.

After a long silence, Fang Ze whispered to himself: "Tonight, you should meet Fan Dahai."

"As long as Fan Dahai and his home are closely monitored, you should be able to find your trace."

After a while, he opened the door.

"Forget it, I'll give you another twenty-four hours."

The door is closed.

Everything fell silent.

The case is still under investigation, and only Wu Fei is left.

Of course, there are shadows

10 o'clock at night.

All industries are quiet, Yangcheng becomes: quiet down.

On a certain street, except for night stalls and barbecues, all the doors have been closed.

Under the light of the street lamp, an alcoholic came staggeringly, holding a liquor bottle in his hand.

He walked very slowly, pouring liquor into his stomach from time to time.

Feeling the pungent sensation in the stomach, tears were already filling his cheeks.

He seemed to feel unwell because of the alcohol, leaning against the wall, gasping for breath.

Bang! An unstable, man fell to the ground.

He struggled to get up, but didn't get up.

Suddenly, an arm stretched out and lifted him up.

The man subconsciously turned his head to look.

Under the eyes, is a young man, wearing a black windbreaker, with an ink mask.

The night was already very dark, and with the cover of the hat, he couldn't see the young man's eyes.

"Thank you."

The man straightened up, leaned crookedly against the wall and sat down: he took a sip of white wine.

"Ah"