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What's going on?

Before Ouyang Feifei could run over, the car door was opened, and the two colleagues sitting behind looked frightened, and even jumped out of the car with a rolling belt, shouting: "Director Ouyang, see you...... Hell, Sikong Yan suddenly masochized himself like crazy, come and take a look, if you don't stop him, he will kill himself!"

To be honest, Ouyang Feifei really wanted to blame these two subordinates, they were policemen, but they were scared like this, is it reasonable?

But when Ouyang Feifei took a closer look, she couldn't help but gasp. At this time, Sikong Yan had quieted down, but his face was full of fierceness, and he bared his teeth like a patient with a rabies attack. And the car door has been severely deformed by him with his head, and his head is naturally already bloody.

No, Sikong Yan didn't just seem to hit the car with his head, there were more than a dozen wounds on his face and neck, which were scratches, which he grabbed with his own hands. The wound was deep and bleeding outward, almost as if it had been cut with a knife.

"Sikong Yan, you...... What do you want to do?!" Ouyang Feifei subconsciously wanted to touch the gun, but when she thought that Sikong Yan was still handcuffed, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Sikong Yan struggled just now, the harder he worked, the tighter the handcuffs became, and his wrists had been strangled with blood, and they were bleeding constantly.

In order to prevent Sikong Yan from hurting the artery, Ouyang Feifei didn't wait for Sikong Yan to speak, and said to the subordinates behind him: "Quick, help Sikong Yan loosen the handcuffs!"

But now Sikong Yan looks so frightening that no one dares to step forward.

Ouyang Feifei didn't want to embarrass them, so she asked a policeman for the key, so she stepped forward in person and helped Sikong Yan loosen the handcuffs.

Suddenly, Sikong Yan grabbed Ouyang Feifei. Ouyang Feifei thought that Sikong Yan was going to hurt her, so she quickly pulled out her gun and put the muzzle of the gun on Sikong Yan's eyebrows.

"Don't move, move again, I'll shoot!" Ouyang Feifei said.

Sikong Yan really didn't move, but Ouyang Feifei felt that Sikong Yan didn't move, not because she was threatened by her pistol, but because she didn't seem to want to hurt her at all.

"Sikong Yan, if you think that a mentally ill person can not be legally responsible, then you are too naïve. Nowadays, medical methods are so developed, whether you are mentally ill or not, you will know at a glance, you can pretend not if you want to!"

"Hehe!" Sikong Yan suddenly smiled bitterly, "You think I'm pretending to be a mental patient?"

Sikong Yan raised his head, and his eyes were no longer full of ferocity, replaced by panic, despair, pleading, and even tears.

"Please, please shoot me, I really don't want to do it a second time, it's better to live than to die!" Sikong Yan begged bitterly.

The current Sikong Yan is exactly the same as Zhang Deliang just now. No, Sikong Yan seems to be more serious than Zhang Deliang.

Therefore, Sikong Yan suddenly went crazy and self-harmed, in fact, it was ......

Ouyang Feifei thought of the gust of wind just now, it was really more than a gust of wind.

"Ahh No, you can't save me, kill me, kill me!"

Suddenly, Sikong Yan had another seizure.

Sikong Yan kept banging his head, kept scratching his face with his hands, and even bit himself, every time he bit it, the place where he was bitten would inevitably be blurred with flesh and blood.

And this kind of pain seems to be able to make Sikong Yan more comfortable.

"Sikong Yan, confess leniently, resist strictly, if you confess, I can help you stop this pain that life is worse than death!" Ouyang Feifei said.

"Okay, I admit it, I admit it all, that's right, I opened the underground bank, I control the entire black trade north of the Yangtze River, and I also want to kill you......"

Ouyang Feifei had already taken out her mobile phone and recorded everything Sikong Yan said.

Then let people find a baseball bat, aim at Sikong Yan's back, and pump it down hard.

Although Ouyang Feifei has a way to help Sikong Yan stop this kind of pain that is worse than death, she can't do it herself, and she needs the help of others.

Sikong Yan snorted and passed out.

Looking at the video on her mobile phone, Ouyang Feifei couldn't help but be a little excited, "Sikong Zhengyang, your son has already been recruited, no matter how great your ability is, you can't protect him!"

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Just like Sikong Yan said just now, his father Sikong Zhengyang has not only received the news a long time ago, but has also begun to contact contacts.

Some people are inconvenient to come forward with things like this. It's inconvenient to come forward, so there is no way to have a face-to-face interview, so Sikong Zhengyang can only contact by phone.

However, Sikong Zhengyang was calm and relaxed, and he didn't seem to be flustered.

When Sikong Yan was preparing to do this business, he expected that there would be such a day.

But so what?

With him covered by a big tiger, who dares to touch the little tiger?

"Master, there is no news so far, why don't you contact Yanjing directly?"

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man, in his forties, named Zhai Lu, who was Sikong Zhengyang's confidant.

"Wait!" Sikong Zhengyang was fascinated by his eyes, he would not trouble Yanjing unless he had to.

Sikong Zhengyang wasn't worried that Yanjing would sit idly by and sit idly by, he just wanted to prove whether he was old first. After all, this matter can only be regarded as a trivial matter in his eyes.

If he can't even solve this matter, I'm afraid that Yanjing's side will also be deeply disappointed in him.

Jingle bells!

The phone on the mahogany coffee table rang, Zhai Lu picked it up first, and listened to what the other party said, and couldn't help but look a little solemn.

"Master, there's news. Zhai Lu said cautiously and handed the microphone to Sikong Zhengyang.

Sikong Zhengyang had already noticed that Zhai Lu's face was wrong, and then listening to the tone of the person on the phone, something bad had happened.

Syllable!

Sikong Zhengyang shot the case, and he was furious.

"What? Sikong Yan has recognized everything? This idiot, can't he wait any longer? As long as he doesn't admit it, I have 10,000 ways to get him out, but once he recognizes it, I ...... it."

Immediately, Sikong Zhengyang proposed a method, which meant to put pressure on the person on the other side of the phone, wanting the other party to disband the task force and set up a new task force, and then find an excuse to let all the people who had participated before not continue to participate in this operation. In this way, as long as the newly established task force can be controlled, all the evidence previously held by the police can be directly destroyed.

But the other party's answer made Sikong Zhengyang angry to the extreme. A female policeman named Ouyang Feifei has contacted the TV station and is ready to expose the case.

No exposure!

The power of public opinion is like a flood of beasts. Once exposed, it will be out of control, even if it is him, he will not be able to return to the sky.

Sikong Zhengyang hurriedly hung up the phone, and then wanted to dial another one, but it was too late.

As soon as Zhai Lu turned on the TV, a news column of Jianghai TV was already broadcasting this case.

"Okay, well done, it seems that I can only contact Yanjing, I want to let you go around one by one!" Sikong Zhengyang said angrily. (To be continued.) )