The director walked over quickly, stretched out his hand and grabbed the jade pendant on Zhang Xiaofeng's neck, looked at it twice, and in an instant, a mist appeared on his head, but before the picture was displayed, the director dragged the jade pendant off with interest and threw it to the male policeman on the side.

Zhang Xiaofeng narrowed his eyes and looked at the male policeman on the side seemingly casually.

There was a mist that came up, but this time it was no longer gray, it was white, and the picture quality became clearer.

The director was sitting in a chair and looking intently at the documents at hand, while the policeman sat at the other end of the desk, quietly waiting for the director to read it.

The mist suddenly squirmed a few times, and the picture moved quickly.

Zhang Xiaofeng felt that if he guessed correctly, this function was called fast forward.

It's so black technology! After the founding of the People's Republic of China, you are not allowed to become a fine!

By the time the fog had stabilized again, the chief had already stood up, rummaging through the bookcase behind him with his back to the policeman, who was still sitting in his chair with his back straight.

Just when Zhang Xiaofeng was about to yawn, the male policeman suddenly moved, only to see that he took advantage of the director's inattention, and vaguely took out something from his sleeve, and then bent down slightly, pasted the thing under the corner of the director's desk, a very inconspicuous corner, and then sat up straight again, quietly waiting for the director to finish the work at hand.

Zhang Xiaofeng was about to look down to see what happened next, when the fog suddenly faded and finally slowly disappeared, Zhang Xiaofeng turned his head to look at the director, who was also looking at him with a frown.

The male policeman turned around and prepared to leave very interestingly, and when he left, he saw the policewoman who was stunned like a wooden stake, staring at Zhang Xiaofeng, frowned, reached out and dragged the policewoman, and the two walked out of the interrogation room together.

"Why did you stare at Zhang Fan so much just now?"

Zhang Xiaofeng instantly understood, Zhang Fan, that is, the male policeman just now.

"Nothing, just look at it. ”

There was no joy on the director's face, and one of his hands tapped lightly on the table, and the silence between the two gradually fell.

"You don't seem to be nervous at all, you've been in the bureau?" asked the director lightly.

"No, for the first time. Zhang Xiaofeng replied lukewarmly.

"Well, you should know why you came in, right?"

Zhang Xiaofeng shrugged his shoulders and said that he would like to hear about it.

The director smiled, perhaps because he felt that it was rare to see a young man who could be so calm for the first time, and he didn't beat around the bush anymore, and said directly: "Because Zhang Chao, the one you beat, is still lying in the hospital, with eight broken ribs all over his body, although it is not a fatal injury, his family is now suing you for intentional homicide." ”

Zhang Xiaofeng nodded.

"You should know Zhang Chao's family background. ”

Zhang Xiaofeng still nodded and did not speak.

"What leverage do you seem to have?" asked the Director cryptically.

Zhang Xiaofeng looked up at the director for the first time and squinted his eyes slightly.

"If I say I'm an immortal, will you believe it?" Zhang Xiaofeng said for no reason.

The director glanced at Zhang Xiaofeng deeply and smiled.

"I believe it. The director said with a smile.

"Director, I'm not kidding, I do have some talent for this, so I'd like to talk to you about a condition. ”

The director sighed and stretched out his hand to swing towards Zhang Xiaofeng.

"It's true that there is no sentence for mentally ill beatings, but I feel like you're playing dumb. The director mocked Zhang Xiaofeng very seriously.

"I'm not going to talk to you anymore, you, the center of your eyebrows is slightly blackened half an inch to the left, this is a human villain, you have recently committed a villain, half an inch away from Yintang and a slight depression in the middle of the person, the two echo each other, indicating that it is a problem in the officialdom, and, look at your Tianyang acupoint, what is the black? If you don't deal with it, I'm afraid it will come to an end. ”

Zhang Xiaofeng's ability to talk nonsense is absolutely first-class, and Chang'e made him lame, not to mention this mere mortal fetus.

With a smile in his eyes, the director hadn't seen such an interesting young man for many years.

Zhang Xiaofeng closed his eyes in a good manner and muttered a few words. Then he opened his eyes suddenly.

"The people around me vaguely seem to have seen the male policeman just now, oh, it's the Zhang Fan you said, the evidence is under the corner of your desk in the direction of the door, there seems to be something. The director watched him intently, obviously, not listening to what he was saying.

Zhang Xiaofeng looked at the director's eyes and said lightly: "Believe it or not, I'll do it all, it's not easy for you to get to where you are today, but don't stumble because of carelessness." ”

The Director sighed.

"Okay, I'll take a look, do you want to come along?"

Zhang Xiaofeng smiled in his heart. The little one can't cure you? There is a lack of interest on his face.

But in the end, he nodded "reluctantly".

"Let's go. ”

Zhang Xiaofeng followed behind the director, with handcuffs in his hands, passed by the police office area, and under the gaze of everyone, followed the director upstairs and went to his office.

And Zhang Xiaofeng, looking at the tired and tired birds, but actually shrewd, his eyes took advantage of the director's inattention to sweep a big circle, and saw that this room was indeed the one he had just seen, and his heart was settled.

"Where?" the director looked at Zhang Xiaofeng and said casually.

Zhang Xiaofeng glanced up and raised his chin towards the corner of the table.

"Where's it? ”

The director glanced at Zhang Xiaofeng deeply, walked towards the desk, and touched the corner, his face instantly became wonderful.

Zhang Xiaofeng quietly stared at the director's face, and when he saw this, his heart suddenly saw the sun.

No matter, be a god stick, be a god stick, he is now fucking defenseless, his mother is not his own uncle and does not love him, and he has provoked Zhang Chao's family, he has to find a meat shield for himself in any way to help him block the guns outside.

The director quickly groped for a while, and without bending down, he got the things that were pasted underneath, and then turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaofeng, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"What is this?" Zhang Xiaofeng asked kindly.

The director walked over, gently closed the door, and then untied Zhang Xiaofeng's handcuffs and pointed to the chair in the office.

Zhang Xiaofeng was naturally not polite, and walked forward directly and sat down.

"Micro recording equipment. The Director tore through the layers of waterproof tape and placed something in the shape of a button battery wrapped in the innermost part on the table.

Zhang Xiaofeng looked at the director's face and didn't say anything more with interest.

After a moment of silence, the director raised his head, stared at Zhang Xiaofeng's eyes, and asked softly, "Are you sure, you are, calculated it?"

Zhang Xiaofeng sighed softly and reached out impatiently to rub his forehead.

"The world is far more complicated than you think. Zhang Xiaofeng pretended to throw down a sentence, and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

It's not that he doesn't want to say more, it's that the director's eyes are so fucking sharp that they hit the soul.

Zhang Xiaofeng said that it is not easy to be a magic stick......