Arrange for me, I'm going to meet him. ”

Five o'clock, Western Jail.

Peng Xianxian sat down, he was in his early sixties, slightly old, looking at the person opposite through the glass, and after a while, he picked up the phone: "Who are you?"

Jiang Zhi sat casually, put the phone to his ear, and reported to himself: "The elder of the Jiang family, Jiang Zhi." ”

The imperial capital of the Jiang family, Jiang weaving.

Peng Xian's eyes dodged: "I don't know you." ”

Jiang Zhi took it slowly: "Don't worry, I know you." He leaned forward, his vague reflection in the transparent glass, with clear outlines, "Eight years ago, you were in charge of taking care of the Locke family's flower shed, because you were drunk, a fire burned the flower shed, causing two deaths and one injury, and you were sentenced to life, am I right?"

Prophet Peng didn't have the patience to listen to him recount the past, and there was not much expression on his old face: "What are you looking for me?"

"Drunk?" Jiang Zhi laughed, "What kind of wine is drunk?" The smile on the corner of his mouth slowly retracted, his peach blossom eyes were like a deep well in Qingqiu, and the cold light suddenly appeared, "Who made you drunk?"

When Peng Xian heard this, he threw down the phone and got up to leave.

On the phone, the voice that was not light, not serious, and understated was still ringing: "You have a son, named Peng Zhongming, right?" ”

Peng Xian's footsteps froze.

Jiang Zhi raised his chin and gestured, "Sit." ”

Since he came, he naturally came prepared.

Peng Xian hesitated for a moment, but still sat back, the person in front of him was too aggressive and purposeful, which made him have a very bad premonition.

His tone was casual and lazy, as if it didn't concern him: "You don't know, your son is addicted to drugs." ”

Peng Xian was shocked: "How could he be addicted to drugs?"

"Why did he become addicted to drugs," after retelling, Jiang Zhiyun asked lightly, "Do you want me to help you ask the Luo family?"

"What did the Luo family do?" Prophet Peng's eyes were first angry, then calmed down, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the person on the other side of the glass, "What is the purpose of your deliberate provocation?"

Provoke?

Who is he Jiang Zhi going to engage in, will he be so superficial?

He picked up the materials that were placed aside, slowly pasted them on the soundproof glass, and pressed his slender fingers: "This is the person who took your son to take drugs." "Pause for a few seconds, and then change it, the beautiful knuckles are curved, "This one is the transfer record, the remitter, Luo Changde." ”

In order to get what Peng Zhongming had in his hands, Luo Changde began planning three months ago.

After reading it, Peng Xian was skeptical.

Jiang Zhi was not in a hurry, and slowly said to him, "Don't you believe me?" He leaned forward and asked, "Then do you believe the police?"

Prophet Peng didn't understand, and he still didn't understand the meaning of this person.

He was not in a hurry, holding the phone in his right hand, leaning back in a chair, with an idle look in his eyes, as if he was careless, and dragged the tone for a long time, just waiting for others to be anxious: "Last week, your son arrived in the imperial capital and brought something to exchange money with Luo Changde, last night, he died, and there were two suspects——"

Peng Xian was stunned for a moment, was shocked, and shouted, "Who do you say is dead?"

He was still not salty or light, and calmly continued what he didn't finish: "There are two suspects, Luo Changde, and his daughter, Luo Qinghe. ”

Peng Xianxian's eyes were about to bulge, he stood up, slammed his fist on the glass, lost control of his emotions, and roared: "Who did you say died!"

Jiang Zhi's eyelids didn't move, he flipped out a photo of the deceased from the information next to him, and sent it in from the bottom of the soundproof glass: "Your son Peng Zhongming is dead," he tapped his fingers on the glass, da, da, da, and after three clicks, his fingertips stopped and asked, "Do you still want to work for the Luo family?"

Peng Xianxian's hand holding the photo was trembling, his legs were weak, and he was paralyzed on the chair.

Ten minutes, the meeting ended.

Jiang Zhi came out of the meeting room, Qiao Nanchu was waiting outside, bored, kicking the stones on the ground, and when he saw someone coming out, he looked up at him: "Loosened?"

Jiang Zhi shook his head: "Sooner or later, I will loosen my mouth." ”

The two walked side by side, generally tall, Qiao Nanchu was on the left, turned his head, and looked on the right: "You also went to Hongjiang Bridge Cave last night?"

Jiang Zhi looked to the left, his eyelashes fanned lightly, and he glanced at each other, and a handsome face was reflected in the beauty's eyes: "Hmm." ”

On the ground, two shadows, side by side.

"When you got there, was Peng Zhongming dead?"

"Dead. ”

Qiao Nanchu pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and thought for a while: "What time did you arrive?"

He said, "Seven fifty." ”

Earlier than the Locke father and daughter.

That is to say, before the Luo family's father and daughter arrived, Jiang Zhi arrived, and Peng Zhongming had already been killed.

The clock was set to last night, half past seven.

Luo Changde set the nine o'clock joint, the time was still early, the money was ready, and he had not yet set off, he received a call: "Mr. Luo." ”

This voice is not Luo Qing and Shen Yue beside him.

Shen Yue told Luo Changde: "Mr. Xiao Luo has made a move over there." ”

Luo Changde couldn't sit still and stood up: "Did she go to see Prophet Peng?"

Shen Yue replied: "I went in your name." After a pause, he said, "Eight o'clock, Hongjiang Bridge Cave." ”

Luo Changde sneered, his eyes gloomy: "Okay, she, put me again." ”

He made an appointment for Peng Zhongming to meet at nine o'clock, and she went to cut off the beard at eight o'clock, and in his name, this Xiao really gave birth to a good daughter for him.

After taking the money, he immediately set off.

At 7:50, Jiang Weaving's car stopped outside the bridge cave, and before getting out of the car, he listened to a phone call.

"Jiang Shao, Luo Changde should be almost there. ”

Ding——

Jiang Zhi's mobile phone received the location, he first looked at Luo Changde's location, and then looked at Luo Qinghe's, almost.

He hummed, hung up the phone, glanced at his watch, got out of the car, and walked towards the bridge.

Ah Wan also got out of the car and walked behind, this area is too remote, it is winter, it is so cold that people shiver, it rains in the evening, the cold wind blows loudly, the street lights not far away are broken, flickering and dimming, there is no pedestrian on the road, and the shadows of the trees on the ground shake from time to time.

It's like making a ghost movie.

Ah Wan hugged her arms and moved to Jiang Zhi's side: "Boss, are you cold?"

Jiang Zhi ignored it and walked into the bridge hole.

The farther inside, the dimmer the light, the lower the temperature, and the more arrogant the yin wind, Ah Wan's teeth couldn't help but tremble, and moved to Jiang Weaving's side again: "Don't you think it's gloomy here?"

Don't look at his 1.9 meter big guy, he is timid, and he is most afraid of ghosts and evil spirits.

Jiang Zhi ignored him again, it was too quiet, too gloomy, Ah Wan was panicked, looking left and right, looking up and down, afraid that something would suddenly come out, it was still Bai Sensen's kind.

Ah Wan panicked, only to feel the yin qi rushing up from the soles of her feet: "Do you smell anything?" he sniffed, "The smell of crime." ”

Jiang Zhi walked leisurely, and walked to the depths of the bridge without hurrying.

Ah Wan is so scared: "Boss-"

Jiang Zhi glanced back at him, and her pretty brows furrowed: "Can you shut up?"

Ah Wan hugged herself: "Okay." He shut up, he was calm, he didn't squint, he looked intently, and five seconds later, he screamed, "Ahhh

Eori stopped.

Ah Wan jumped back three steps in a row, and her face turned white with fright: "Boss, there is a person there!" Moreover, the person does not move, and there is blood on the ground!

Look, he's right, the smell of crime!

Approaching, there was indeed blood in the humid air, Jiang Zhi was disgusted, covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, stood still, and ordered Ah Wan: "Go and see, there is still any gas." ”

Ah Wan: "!"

He was most afraid of the kind of person on the ground who suddenly opened his eyes when he stretched out his hand, and then grabbed his hand...... This feeling of deceitful corpse!

Ah Wan didn't see less, he couldn't help but make up his brain, the more he made up his brain, the more he panicked, and he rubbed for a while before he moved forward, trembling and stretching out his dark and muscular hand, touching the neck of the person on the ground, and then retracted suddenly, his teeth trembling: "No more breathless......

Man is dead!

Corpses!

Ah Wan immediately took out her mobile phone and pressed 110 tremblingly.

Jiang Zhi covered his mouth and nose, approached, looked at the corpse carefully, and said, "Don't call the police yet." ”

Ah Wan hadn't pressed the dial button yet: "Huh?" He couldn't figure it out, "Why didn't you call the police?"

Jiang Zhi didn't answer, looked around for a week, and left.

Ah Wan was stunned for a few seconds, and hurriedly followed, he felt a chill in his back, no, he wanted to go to the front of the boss.

"Boss, are you just leaving?" Ah Wan paused, looked back, and still felt that it was inappropriate, he was a good citizen, and he felt that when this kind of thing happened, he had to be a good citizen.

Jiang Weaving's steps were lazy: "If you don't want to leave, you can stay." ”

Ah Wans turned his head and ran violently: "Wait for me, boss!"

Their car was parked farther away, out of the bridge hole, Eori waited on the side of the road for a while, hailed a taxi, and he sat in the back seat.

Ah Wan went in the co-pilot.

The car radio was on, at eight o'clock, an old song was playing, and the driver's eldest brother was in his forties, smiling enthusiastically: "Where are you going, sir?" glanced in the rearview mirror, the guests behind were dyed with blue hair, although the light was not bright enough, but it did not affect the visual conflict of the face of the country and the people.

It's so handsome, isn't it a goblin?

He looked out the window: "Wait for someone." ”

The driver's eldest brother thinks this place is a bit deserted: "Wait here?"

The big guy of the co-pilot didn't speak, shrunk into a ball, and the noble bewitching beauty behind him said, "The fare is arbitrary." ”

In life, if there is any problem, it is not all a problem of two money, and if the problem of money is solved, there will be no problem.

The driver's eldest brother laughed into a flower: "That's okay." In a good mood, he chatted, "It's going to rain this day, you don't have an umbrella." ”

Otherwise, why wait in his car.

The other party replied: "This car," he asked lazily, "Is there a dash cam?"

The driver's eldest brother said, "Yes, it's on." Then chatted, "Handsome guy, wait for a girlfriend?"

The guy in the back who was definitely going to bring disaster to the country and the people in ancient times ignored him.

The driver's eldest brother is not angry, he looks good, how can he not have a temper.

After about ten minutes, two people walked into the bridge in the distance.

Back to the evening of the day after the murder.

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Memories + flashbacks.

Just get used to it.