The air seemed to freeze, and the second hand of the clock on the wall swayed like a sniper's last countdown. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Lin Fan knew that what was in front of him now was not a multiple-choice question of whether to say or not, but a fill-in-the-blank question, what to say, what to say in order for him to walk out of the seemingly warm but dangerous room in front of him safely.

Zhang Guangfu got up and filled Lin Fan with tea, signaling that he didn't need to be in a hurry and said slowly.

Lin Fan picked up the cup and felt the warmth spread from the palm of his hand to his whole body, he brushed his thoughts,

"Fang Ping." He stared at Zhang Guangfu's eyes and slowly spit out two words.

Zhang Guangfu was obviously stunned, he expected all kinds of possible answers, but he didn't expect Lin Fan to suddenly mention the name Fang Ping. It's just that Fang Ping's death here is already a well-known secret, could it be that there is something else hidden?

He put away the suspicion in his heart and repeated: "Fang Ping? Suddenly, a scary thought popped up, isn't Fang Ping dead? Impossible, right?

He stabilized himself and pulled out a cigarette from under the table.

Smack, the flames of the firebolt rise. In the rising smoke, he said in a deep voice: "Fang Ping is dead, he committed suicide here, I think you should have known about it a long time ago, after all, his affairs led to the dismissal of the previous director, and I sat in this position." ”

He took a deep breath of his cigarette, then got up and returned to his desk, took out a brown paper file bag from the cabinet on his right, and threw it at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan pretended to open the file bag and looked at it for a while, before he said unhurriedly: "Did Fang Ping really commit suicide?" Uncle Zhang, don't you think there's anything strange here? ”

Is it for this? Zhang Guangfu sneered in his heart, this matter was done seamlessly at that time, and it has been so long, and the evidence has long been buried, even if Lin Fan is Sherlock Holmes is alive, he can't find anything. Besides, even if they can find out something, the depth and breadth of who can be involved in this matter are not enough, and the previous director has already shouldered the responsibility.

Zhang Guangfu breathed a sigh of relief when he understood this, but he showed a serious look on his face, "Fang Ping's suicide is indeed a bit strange, I also suspected that there was something wrong with it before, but I didn't find any other clues after investigating for a long time." ”

He pondered for a moment and then continued: "If you come here for this matter, I'm afraid you'll have to work in vain, not to mention that the people who were locked up in the same number with Fang Ping at that time are gone, but the instructors and prison guards at that time have also changed a batch, and now there is basically no possibility of investigation." ”

He saw that Lin Fan's eyes were obviously a little lost after hearing these words, and he pretended to comfort him: "You don't have to be too disappointed, I have been investigating this matter, and I will definitely tell you if there is a result," he took a puff of cigarette, and suddenly changed his words, "If you really come here for this matter, you can't deliberately commit their way, hey, this way, I'll tell you Uncle Cheng, or let your Uncle Gu come forward to coordinate and bail you out as soon as possible, if you really bear this crime, your life will be ruined." ”

Zhang Guangfu believed that if Lin Fan realized that his trip had become meaningless, then he would definitely ask Cheng Donglai or Gu Shunping to let him out, and there would be more articles to be done at that time.

Looking at Zhang Guangfu's clumsy acting skills on the other side, Lin Fan was a little disgusted, and he felt that it was time to throw a bomb at the other party.

"I know where the things Fang Ping left are."

Lin Fan's words were like thunder, which made Zhang Guangfu's hairs stand on end, and even his hand holding the cigarette trembled unnaturally.

"What's that?" "Evidence, groundbreaking evidence."

The simple but straightforward answer made Zhang Guangfu's body feel like he was suddenly immersed in the boundless deep sea, surrounded by darkness and a biting chill.

"Where?" He asked in a deep voice, but he couldn't suppress the turbulent waves in his heart.

"Here." Lin Fan's two words were lightly unsheathed at the sword at this moment, hitting Zhang Guangfu's heart.

Boom, thunder rang out in the sky. The cigarette in Zhang Guangfu's hand fell suddenly.

He stared at Lin Fan's eyes, "Are you sure?" ”

"Of course."

The raindrops began to fall down, gradually becoming denser and larger.

At this moment, Zhang Guangfu has lost his composure just now, "You wait for me, I'll make a call, this matter is very important, let me ask you Uncle Cheng and Uncle Gu their opinions!" ”

At this moment, he couldn't care if his actions would arouse Lin Fan's suspicions.

Walking out of the door quickly, Zhang Guangfu hid in the dark of the side room, he took out a brand new mobile phone, carefully dialed a number, and the blue light of the mobile phone illuminated his face very strangely.

In the European-style building in the center of the Xiangyu Forest Park villa complex, in the bedroom on the second floor, Wang Anjun's hand wandering on the white thigh suddenly stopped, he held the phone in one hand, and hurriedly motioned to the woman on the side to help him put on clothes.

The man who was drinking wine alone by the fireplace on the first floor frowned when he saw Wang Anjun hurriedly walking downstairs.

Apparently something unexpected happened, he quickly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"There's news over there, saying that Fang Ping hid some things in the Beishan Detention Center, and Lin Fan went this time to find those things secretly."

"Those so-called evidence in Fang Ping's mouth?" The man shook the wine glass in his hand, "Is it credible?" ”

"I think it's credible, Zhang Guangfu has been buried over there for a long time, and he has already gained Gu Shunping's trust, so they don't need to deceive him."

The man put down his wine glass and closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, "Gu Shunping doesn't know that Zhang Guangfu is the thunder we buried, but what about others?" ”

"What do you mean?" A trace of doubt flashed in Wang Anjun's eyes.

"Are you missing someone?" The man opened his eyes, "Xin Chen! ”

"Xin Chen?" Wang Anjun thought thoughtfully, "You mean the Xin family, Old Man Xin?" ”

He pondered for a moment and then said, "The Xin family has a deep foundation in the military, but they have never participated in factional struggles, this is the reason why their family has not fallen for many years, do you see that our two factions have been fighting in Ningxi for so long, have their Xin family participated?" ”

"It's different now," the man drank the wine in the cup, "Old man Xin is old, and when he gets older, he is prone to gains and losses, especially since he only has such a precious granddaughter, so he has to guard against it." ”

"That's it," the man got up and walked from the sofa to the floor-to-ceiling window, thought for a moment and said, "Let Zhang Guangfu cooperate with Lin Fan first, see their follow-up actions, and control people once they really find those so-called evidences," he paused and raised his tone and emphasized: "So, the most important thing now is to make sure that the Beishan Detention Center is an airtight wall, and unreliable people must be controlled." ”