In the empty office, the phone kept ringing.

August 3rd! Monday! Ten o'clock in the morning!

After the public holiday, this is supposed to be the time when the work is on track, but there is no one in the office of the Supreme Commander of the Palermo Police Department, not even the secretary knows where to go, maybe he is chatting with people in the pantry, or he is going to the printing room to prepare documents, in short, the person who should be there is not there.

The phone bell rang again after five minutes, but this time it rang three times and then stopped in a daze, and the secretary rushed in when the phone rang stopped, and every second was not bad, and the caller ID did not show the phone number only the number of frequent calls, and it seemed that this person was looking for the director quite well.

Where did Moro go? The chief, who is never late, is now in a special cell in the police station.

In the smoky cell, the smell can choke flies, the exhaust fan rattles, and the two people sitting opposite each other look a little funny, not knowing who is the police and who is the prisoner.

"I can let you out, it's easy for me to do that." Moro exhaled smoke, and his head shone in the light, which could really be described as a large light bulb, and no one would find it strange, but he looked quite tired at the moment.

"On the other hand, you can throw me in prison for the rest of your life, or you can buy the gangsters to kill me." Hua Qingyi pursed his lips, this kind of conversation has been going on for a long time, so long that Moro wants to immediately cut the throat of this man who is more beautiful than a woman, leaving him speechless.

"Oh, damn it, damn it. Damn it! After saying the same thing three times in a row, the director was completely defeated, and he no longer knew what else he could say to make this guy understand.

"Director, be direct, it will make you happy." Hua Qingyi didn't plan to play with this person anymore, this was just a pastime when he was bored, it was better than being locked up in this room alone, as if someone had died here, and the three eastern provinces were killed here, he didn't want to be with a ghost who died unjustly. "What do you want from me? If you want to trade me with that Shao Weihua. I advise you to die as soon as possible. ”

Moro slammed the table in frustration, and he angrily circled the room twice before sitting down again. "Do you think you're going to let me let you go? Your kid is the fast son-in-law of the Genoves family, even if there is no Shao Weihua, I can still let you live well or badly. ”

"I can complain about you just by what you just said."

"It's just the two of us here, who will believe the words of one of your suspects!"

"Okay, okay! You are the Director. I'm a suspect, so I can always know what you want! Hua Qingyi raised his hands in compromise, this person is really incorrigibly stupid, and he said it for a long time, but none of it was related to the subject.

"What the hell is Shao Weihua doing in Sin City, why did he kill those two merchants, and who are the Wang brothers?" Hearing the last question, Hua Qingyi's face sank a lot. Moro was stunned, and didn't think much about it, if he had a good time remembering Hua Qingyi's expression at that time, he might not really regret his stupidity so much.

"I don't think I can answer you with three questions! But I can sell you a message. ”

"What?"

"In whose hands will Sin City end up? I can tell you this responsibly, and it will definitely not be in your hands. ”

Moro has been tricked! He was also very responsible and landed his fist in the unexpected place of his face, which was an answer to Hua Qingyi, he really wouldn't let this guy leave here. In other words, he found an explanation from the Luches family, this person is the murderer who killed Fick and Montiel, it is far more difficult to find a real murderer than to find a scapegoat, and it is far easier than that, it is Shao Weihua's subordinates who killed the other two families, so it is more convincing for Hua Qingyi to take the blame, I believe that it will not be long before Shao Weihua will find the door, and he is not the one who is always passive.

Not long after returning to the office, the men under his hands sent all the information about the two murderers of 'Bossad'. "When will Edmund come back from vacation?" Moro asked his own secretary.

"Sheriff Edmund took three months off and I'm afraid it won't show up until October." The secretary is a stout tall woman, and her plump boobs bulging like two big melons under her professional suit challenge the man's visual nerves.

"This cunning fox!" Moro cursed quietly. "Now who's in charge of guarding the people of Sin City?"

"It's Deputy Sheriff Officer Rochester." Secretary Vana twisted her hips and took two steps before turning around. "When you weren't there just now, the phone in the office kept ringing, but it didn't show any caller number, I think the other party was looking for you in a hurry."

"Thank you, Wana, you can go out and get busy first!"

It's only been three days, and you can't help it? Moro rested his feet on the edge of his desk, and in the drawer under his desk was a magnetic card with recordings of all his phone calls, the best evidence of him and the magic weapon he used to save his life.

can kill people right under his nose, Shao Weihua, an Oriental man, will attack him sooner or later, in case Waiyi Moro suddenly sneered, officials and people are always officials, even if they are officials, but from the position of the police and thieves, you are just a thief wearing a halo, when necessary, isn't there still a Xiao Rin? He can also do a favor and buy it to the Xiao family, which is a lot of deals.

The telephone rang at twelve o'clock in the afternoon, vibrating the antique metal telephone like a talisman, and Moro waited until it rang seven or eight times before picking it up slowly. "Hey, hello! I'm Director Morro, who are you? ”

"Moro, is Hua Qingyi, the heir of the Hua family, still in your hands now?" The other party's cold voice hit Moro's heart directly, and he felt that he was a person who was not easy to mess with.

"Yes, yes, who are you?"

"You now have a choice, do something for me or immediately get under the integrity investigation and go in for coffee!"

"Hey! Who are you? The man, who was still proud, immediately jumped up from his chair as if he had clockwork.

"You don't have to worry about who I am, I'll call again in an hour, and you give me an answer." The phone was hung up, and Morro's heart was hung up, who is this person? That's what he wants to know most now. (To be continued.) )