Chapter 11 Fugitive

"Do you know this person? Could it be that it's your comrade-in-arms again? ”

Most of the instructors hired by Yingwu are veterans, so it is not surprising that they would think so.

"Not a comrade-in-arms, but I know him." Zeng Jin took a puff of cigarette and frowned even tighter.

"Oh? Wouldn't that be better! But this man is very cunning, he never showed up when he sent someone to the hospital, and now he is even more hidden than he can find his mother. ”

"yes, he has a strong counter-reconnaissance ability." After a pause, he said, "This person...... It's a suspect in a case I had a few years ago. ”

Ooh! It's not a small amount of courage.

Zeng Jin entered the intranet and skillfully typed in the word "Dong Bo", and relevant population information appeared.

Monet glanced at it and remembered that Sister Lychee had said that there was a case, and the leader had been haunting it for many years, "What kind of case did he commit back then?" ”

"Kidnapping, one of the kidnappers." Memories of the past vaguely appeared, and Zeng Jin's voice was very low, "After paying the ransom back then, we found the location where the kidnappers were hiding, but the hostages were no longer there. To put it mildly, seeing people alive and seeing corpses when they die, but the little girl seems to have disappeared out of thin air. Later, a kidnapper was punished, and he confessed that he was a hostage dealt with by his accomplices, and the person in charge of dealing with it was Dong Bo. ”

"Processing? In this way, it is possible for the little girl to ......"

"But if we don't see a body for a day, we won't give up for a day. The girl's relatives are still waiting for news. ”

"It's cruel, but even if the news comes, it's not necessarily good."

Expectation coexists with fear.

They must know in their hearts that perhaps their relatives are long gone, but they are tense with a nerve, looking forward to the one in ten thousand possibility of survival. When that possibility really comes, how many people dare to open their eyes to verify?

I am afraid that only those who have experienced it can understand this kind of feeling.

The cigarette in his mouth went out, Zeng Jin took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number.

Monet came out of the house, closed the door for a moment, and heard Zeng Jin's words, "Zhaoyang, Dong Bo appeared." ”

Hanging the door, Monet was stunned.

Shine in the sun? It can't be Xing Zhaoyang, right?

Could it be that he has something to do with Dong Bo's case and that little girl?

On the other end of the phone, Xing Zhaoyang was dining, and when he heard Zeng Jin's words, the knife and fork in his hand scraped the porcelain plate, knocking out a crisp sound.

The middle-aged woman sitting opposite raised her head slightly, looked at each other inquiringly, but did not speak.

Xing Zhaoyang made a gesture, got up and sat down, and walked far away before saying, "Caught someone else?" ”

"No, he committed another crime and was confessed by someone else. Dong Bo has always been in Min City. ”

“……”

When Xing Zhaoyang returned to his seat, the woman opposite had already finished eating.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

The woman laughed, "I'm wondering, what makes my always steady son...... Panicked? ”

"Mom, this joke isn't funny at all."

"I don't want to say forget it, Director Xu's play is decided, right?"

"Say a lot, it's almost."

Zou Ru nodded, "Son, I wrote this script specifically for you, don't let my mother down." ”

At the beginning, in order to support his son, he begged the director to use a newcomer for the first time, but he also lost Xing Zhaoyang's popularity, and the movie sold well and was popular.

This is the second collaboration between mother and son.

"Don't worry, screenwriter Zou Da, even if your son plays abnormally, if he takes the lowest value of the table, he will be full of color."

"Arrogant......"

"Heredity."

“……”

"Okay, this year's New Year's old rules, come to me, the new home is too cold to taste for the New Year, I don't want to eat cold rice outside for Chinese New Year's Eve."

Zou Ru wondered, "Should you think about it and get your father over too?" ”

"Don't worry, I have already accepted the divorce, and besides, he is very busy during the New Year, and he is not available at all."

"Well, then I can think about it."

Xing Zhaoyang raised his head and blinked at the other party's god-like eyes, "Mom, have you met Lao Xing in the past three years?" You haven't seen it once, have you? ”

"Well, I've really seen it, at a charity gala, he hasn't changed much, and there is still no shortage of beauties around him."

"Lao Xing is acting on the spot, as far as I know, no one has ever entered the house." Seeing that Zou Ru didn't react, Xing Zhaoyang sighed, "'Meet and drink a glass of wine', if the two of you can do this, then I will be content." ”

"How do you know that we can't have a glass of wine? The script of "Swift Wind" is talking to Director Xu, and there is still an unformed one in his hand, so it is estimated that he will be busy during the New Year, and things are not in place, so don't get too hopeful. ”

"Mom, it's not interesting enough, I can't bear to look at me alone......"

"Find one as soon as possible, won't you have a companion?"

"There's no time."

Zou Ru was angry and funny, "Fool you!" ”

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In the office of the homicide team, the end of each case was like experiencing a vicious battle, Zhao Chong leaned on the sofa at the door, paralyzed, "Who sued me for the most leisurely in the first place!" I slapped myself in the mouth! ”

Monet was binding the dossier, "When there is no case, it is indeed very leisurely. ”

"Who knew there were so many homicides in the North City? Senior sister, I admire you so much, how can you sink down, but you are in the middle of a group of big men in the good years, hey, by the way, the hot comments on the Internet in the past few days don't seem to have you. ”

"Well, isn't that great?"

"But I guess I'll be back soon."

"Why?"

"Because the second season of "Star Taxi" is about to air, I must be sitting in front of the TV, waiting to see your wonderful watch!"

Monet's face was full of black lines, and he tried his best to search for the pictures of the day in his brain, the more he searched, the more he was empty, and the more he searched, the more bottomless he became, "Well, my table is 'wonderful', you will be shocked after reading it." ”

"Just say that I'm blind, don't you have a pair of dog eyes."

Xue Li walked into the office side by side with Zeng Jin with a plate of fruit, laughing.

Monet swept her eyes, squinted and smiled, lowered her head and continued to organize the file, and no one noticed her expression. Every time Zeng Xue and the two go in and out, she hides her unnaturalness very well.

Zhao Chong raised his head, his eyes full of envy.

Xue Li pretended to say, "What? Haven't you seen a talented woman? "In the office, it's always been a joke.

Zhao Chong: "Yes, Lang is the wolf of jackals, and his appearance is the appearance of tigers and leopards." Jackal with tiger and leopard! ”

"You don't have any fruit!" Xue Li turned around and handed a bunch of grapes to Monet.

Zhao Chong hurriedly explained, "Don't, don't, what I just meant, I mean that the leader and Sister Lychee are a pair of pure and beautiful friends, golden boys and girls......"

"Poof...... These grapes are so sweet. Monet couldn't listen anymore.

Zeng Jin spoke, "I have something to tell you, the protagonist's matter, the boss rejected your opinion, and said: You have to be." ”

Monet's smile fell, "Boss, the case is just a little eyebrow-raising, can't you bring me good news?" ”

Xue Li: "This news is very good, the next matter of running to the procuratorate will be handed over to Zhao Chong, there are a bunch of sisters waiting for him to go over to relieve his boredom!" And you, just concentrate on making a promotional video. I'm not bad, right, Toutou? ”

Zeng Jin nodded with satisfaction.

Zhao Chong's mouth was stuffed with fruit, whining, and he struggled for a while, but he didn't utter a complete syllable.