"Fuck off!

Fuck me off, what are you stopping me for?"

"Team Han, you're emotional now, we can't let you see the suspect!"

Two police officers blocked the door of the inquiry room, and several people pulled behind Han Wenbing.

"Emotional?

I'm going to kill that bastard!"

The bruises on Han Wenbing's face and arms burst out, and he threw out one of the police officers who was pulling him.

Since Zhu Xinglong's body was found, Han Wenbing has been in an extremely emotional out-of-control.

"Team Han, please calm down!"

"Calm down?

Zhu Xinglong, do you remember?

The man who came to the team to pick up his own girl half a year ago.

Now he's lying in the forensic office!

How do you tell me to calm down?"

Han Wenbing was very emotional.

That posture is to rush into the inquiry room and collapse the gangsters caught at the intersection.

"Xiao Xu, let you see the joke!"

Xu Luo'er, who had just come out of the inquiry room and hadn't been looking at it for a long time, heard a neutral voice beside her.

"Bureau Zhao, I have alarmed you. ”

When Xu Luo'er saw it, she was even shocked.

She asked curiously and said, "Zhu Xinglong is an undercover agent placed in the bureau?"

Ay!

Zhao Ju sighed and shook his head, did not answer Xu Luo'er, and shouted angrily at Han Wenbing, who was messing around over there: "Han Wenbing, have you made enough trouble?"

"Zhao Ju, am I making trouble?

Have you seen Zhu Xinglong?

My whole body is in cement, and I can't close my eyes until now..."

"Enough!"

Zhao Ju shouted angrily: "Stinky and strong!"

Endless!

It's already like this, can you solve the problem by fooling around?"

Zhao Ju was also angry at those who pulled Han Wenbing, and said, "What are you doing here?"

Are you having anything on hand?

What to do, what to do!"

The other police officers looked at Zhao Ju with an angry face, and then looked at Han Wenbing, who was suddenly depressed, and they also walked away with their heads bowed, and they went their own ways.

Zhu Xinglong's death was not only a blow to the anti-drug brigade, but also made everyone in the bureau immersed in grief.

Zhu Xinglong, the once only daughter disappeared, stood guard at the door every day, just hoping to see the missing daughter as soon as possible.

Even if it's a corpse.

Smack!

Han Wenbing squatted weakly against the door and slapped his head hard.

This 30-year-old iron-blooded man, in the arrest of drug dealers, the worst time he ever was, was shot five times in the body, and he held the drug dealer desperately and did not let go.

At that time, they all bled without tears, but now the tears fell to the ground silently.

"That's it!

Is there an end?"

Zhao Ju sighed, changed his words, and then said: "Xiao Zhu's daughter Zhu Yi is here, do you take it to the forensic office, or will I find someone else?"

"I'll go!"

Han Wenbing stood up and wiped it on his face with his sleeve!

"Which way are you going?

Do you have a fart to go to the medical examiner's room yourself?"

Zhao Ju shook his head when he saw Han Wenbing going in the wrong direction.

"Xiao Xu, if you are not in a hurry to leave, you can follow the stones in this pit to the forensic office..."

After Xu Luo'er was slightly flustered, she said, "Zhao Ju, this is not suitable, right?"

She is neither a member of the bureau, nor is she like the original, and she is not a family member, which is not in accordance with the rules.

"You know, just that kid's stinky temper, I can't say when I will make trouble again!

With you looking at him, he can directly control it, and I can rest assured!

In addition, if you look at the people who come and go in the bureau, they are so busy that they don't even have the time to drink saliva...

Just do me a favor, you can go with confidence, and if anyone has a problem, you let them come to me!"

"It's not quite right..."

Xu Luo'er always felt that it was inappropriate.

However, Zhao Ju pushed her out, waved her hand, and asked her to hurry up and follow Han Wenbing.

She also had no choice but to keep up with Han Wenbing.

And Han Wenbing didn't look back to see who it was, and walked in front without saying a word.

"Uncle Han, they all say that my dad..."

A girl, looking to be seventeen or eighteen years old, with tears on her face, ran over in a hurry when she saw Han Wenbing.

The girl is Zhu Xinglong's only daughter mentioned by Zhao Ju, Zhu Yi

Xu Luo'er, who was following behind Han Wenbing, couldn't help frowning slightly.

She smelled something she shouldn't have, the smell of urine!

Although it is very light, Xu Luoer is very sure that there will be no mistakes.

I saw the path that Zhu Yi ran on, and the pants...

Xu Luo'er felt strange, it was too abnormal.

"I'm in a hurry to go out!

Let my sister take you to get it..."

After Han Wenbing said this, Zhu Yi subconsciously lowered his head, saw that his pants were wet, and pinched the corners of his clothes in embarrassment.

"Xu Luo'er, do me a favor, take Xiaoyi to the changing room to change, you are familiar here, you are still a woman, and it is convenient!"

Xu Luo'er couldn't see a bit of surprise and surprise on Han Wenbing's face.

That shows that it is not the first time that Han Wenbing has seen Zhu Yi's predicament.

She nodded.

"Wait, I'll go get Xiaoyi's bag!"

Xu Luo'er also saw the cloth bag on the chair not far away.

"Uncle Han... I... I... No pants..."

Han Wenbing was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "It's okay, Xiaoyi don't worry, uncle will help you find clothes, you go with your sister first..."

"My closet..."

Xu Luo'er thought about it for a while, it had been so long, and it was impossible to keep the wardrobe left for her in this place.

"Is the other person's wardrobe still there?"

"Yes, but..."

Xu Luo'er nodded and said, "Okay, in addition to me and Feng Xilei, there are six other people, I know their passwords, even if they have changed, it is impossible for none of them to be there...

You don't have to worry about it, I'll get a pair of pants from their closet!"

Xu Luoer took the cloth bag from Han Wenbing and took Zhu Yi to the fitting room.

Han Wenbing sat on a chair, looking at the liquid on the ground, feeling quite weak in his heart.

Zhu Xinglong was still wrapped in cement in the forensic office, did he take Zhu Yi to see him like this?

Syllable!

Han Wenbing slapped his mouth angrily.

He hated that he hadn't noticed the abnormality earlier, that he hadn't been in contact with those people, and that he had no inexplicable news sent to the anti-narcotics brigade.

I should have thought that it was Zhu Xinglong a long time ago.

Although he took a slow step every time, the clues left at the scene were obviously true.

He hated that every time he received an anonymous letter, why couldn't he act faster or even faster.

As long as there is one time, just once, you can catch those people, and let Zhu Xinglong, who has no professional training, but has contacted those people privately, retreat in time.

"Why... It's broken!"

Han Wenbing stood up suddenly.

He hurriedly ran out, but he stopped just two steps away, and it was too late.

With a look of chagrin, he muttered, "How can you make such a low-level mistake!"

...

"This is the women's fitting room, so take it off with confidence!

Sister go find you a pair of pants!"

After Xu Luoer and Zhu Yi finished speaking, they walked to the back, in front of a password door.

Click!

The code didn't change, and the door opened.

After entering, it is also a changing room, and there are only eight cabinets.

The team used to need to change clothes occasionally, and in a year and a half, Xu Luo'er had only been here twice.

It's not often used here, but they keep a few sets of casual clothes here in case something unexpected happens.

Only they can come in here.

Xu Luo'er looked at the past from cabinet to cabinet...

Sparrowhawks, pine sparrowhawks, harrier hawks, crested eagles, red eagles, two-toothed eagles!

They're all there.

The original label of the seventh wardrobe was supposed to be the red-bellied eagle, her wardrobe, but now it is certainly not.

Cuckoo Eagle!

"Tiny Eagle?"

Sure enough, it wasn't, Xu Luo'er was not surprised at all.

Muttering, she looked at the last wardrobe, which originally belonged to Feng Xilei, Red Eagle!

Not anymore.

But after Xu Luoer looked over, she found that the label on the wardrobe was still attached to the red eagle.

Da!

She froze for a moment, typed in the password directly, and opened it too.

Then this wardrobe is Feng Xilei's.

More than a year after being discharged from the military?

Will the wardrobe still be kept?