Wu Hairong's secretary is less than Yu Jing's full name, and he has basically been trusted and respected by Wu Hairong for more than three months.

After a while, Wu Hairong considered the language and said to Jing: "Less, you can be considered to understand this matter, and this matter can be said to be Mo Ran's unwarranted disaster." These people are reckless, and they don't know what crazy things they will do next. And the enemy is unknown, and the ultimate target is likely to be me, so I need your help now. ”

"Boss, you say, I will do my best!" Yu Jing agreed very simply. The relationship between the leader and the secretary is one of glory and loss, and Yu Jing can walk to the position of the first secretary of the municipal government at a young age, so he can naturally see the situation clearly.

Wu Hairong is very glad that he didn't see the wrong person, at this juncture, if the people under him deviate from morality, then his work will be even more difficult to carry out.

"In this way, there are several things that you need to do: first, notify all aspects, especially the Mo Ran School, and try to narrow the scope of the situation and not expand it; Second, check all the information of the deceased, the more detailed the better; Third, secretly investigate Mo Ran's female classmates, and according to the video materials, find out the classmates whose body and dressing style are similar to the woman at the scene of the crime that day, and then investigate. Hum! The more strange things are, the more they will break the situation, and I don't believe that they can't show their feet. ”

After Wu Hairong finished his order, Yu Jing quickly went out and took action. Everyone understands that at this time, time is money. Wu Hairong can temporarily drag the situation and prevent the judiciary from convicting Mo Ran, but after all, human life is at stake, and Wu Hairong can't drag it out forever.

After Yu Jing left the office, Wu Hairong's fingers knocked on the table irregularly, obviously thinking about the problem.

"Hey~" Wu Hairong sighed, picked up the phone and dialed out.

"Hello Wang Lan, I'm Wu Hairong. So, here's something for you... Eun, about Mo Ran... I have an old leader, my health is not very good, last time Mo Ran saved my father, it seems that he knows a little massage or something, I asked Mo Ran to help... Oh, you don't know that Mo Ran still has this ability, I heard my dad mean that this kid is very powerful... Yes, I didn't have time to tell you, in the field... The time is uncertain, I don't think Mo Ran is too nervous about studying now, I have asked for leave at school, and there will be a teacher to make up lessons for him privately... I have to thank you, I didn't tell you about this in advance, just let Mo Ran go, don't blame me... Eun, goodbye. ”

After a phone call, Wu Hairong couldn't help but smile bitterly, when was he going to lie as a mayor, but fortunately, he came forward to explain, although Mo Ran's mother had doubts, she finally believed it.

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Mo Ran was very irritable, he had been at the police station for more than eight hours, and he refused to sign and draw the charge for an unknown number of times, but fortunately, it should be because of Wu Hairong, and the public security would not use force to beat him. In the end, the interrogators couldn't resist it, so they asked their superiors to push Mo Ran into the detention room.

It is said that it is a detention cell, but it is actually a small prison, and the criss-crossing steel pipes give people a cold feeling, and anyone will feel uncomfortable here.

Forehead... Wrong... Isn't there anyone here who is so happy?

Mo Ran walked into the detention room and looked at a senior, who was leisurely nibbling on chicken legs, taking a sip of wine from time to time, what was the situation?

In front of him was eating happily was a sloppy old man, wrapped in thick tattered cotton and linen clothes, which had been torn into strips in some places, his fingers were blue and black, his hair was disheveled, and he was holding a few sticks of dead grass, his feet without shoes were exposed, and the soles of his feet were covered with black ash like armor.

At this moment, what Mo Ran saw was this scene, an old guy who was not as decent as a homeless man on the street, holding a greasy chicken leg and gnawing happily.

The old man, who noticed that someone was coming in, raised his head, and saw Mo Ran staring at his chicken legs, and said with a smile: "Finally someone has come to accompany me, the old guy, haha, but little guy, don't fight the idea of my chicken legs, although the uncle has an unusual status here, but every day there is only one chicken leg, a pot of two taels of wine, hehe." ”

"The idea of beating the drumsticks? Unusual status? "Mo Ran's heart is galloping with 100,000 grass and mud horses at the moment, everything.

"Uncle, are you kidding me? Tell me why you don't have an ordinary status? Mo Ran asked speechlessly.

"Hehe, grandpa, I just came here last month, the old man is miserable, he didn't eat, drink or live, no, I just thought of a way" The old man said this, pointing to the prison guards who were guarding outside.

"See, I specially picked the people who wore these clothes to beat me violently, don't say it, they still have to send me in, for me to eat, drink, and sleep, hehe, uncle, I am a genius." The old man said unexpectedly.

"There are still people rushing here in this TMD!" Mo Ran wiped his forehead: "Uncle, even if you sneak in and you beat them, they can still give you good food and drink?" And chicken thighs and wine? ”

"Hehe, there was no at first, but they let me go in a few days, and I beat them again, if I don't give me chicken legs and wine, I will beat them harder and harder, hehe, the last one was hospitalized by me, and they confessed haha, so I said that I am not in an ordinary position here! You don't know that these little cubs are more obedient than anyone else now, and they are cold and warm to me every day, don't say it, they really respect the old and love the young, haha. ”

Mo Ran looked at the sloppy old man in front of him in a daze, this old rascal!

It seems that he hasn't spoken to anyone for a long time, the old man talks a lot, and before Mo Ran can speak, he continued: "Boy, don't say that I hide my secrets, uncle, I will learn more from my grandfather in the future, this is all revolutionary experience, tell you, it depends on your kid is not ordinary, I won't teach these experiences if others are here, boy, don't you thank me uncle, hehe." ”

Mo Ran almost spit out a mouthful of old blood: "Lao Tzu wants to go out, who is a big wonder like you." I said, uncle, you didn't run out of a mental hospital, did you? Why weren't you killed by them? ”

The old man took a sip of liquor, took the last bite of chicken and went down, ate and drank to his heart's content, wiped the oil stains on his mouth with his right hand, turned his hand and wiped it on his heels, buckled his toes, leaned against the root of the wall, patted his belly, crossed Erlang's legs, and squinted at Mo Ran: "You kid, you know a fart, just their three-legged cat kung fu, grandpa, I let them beat their farts with both hands!" ”

The words he said had a sense of power, which made Mo Ran stunned, isn't this old guy an ordinary person?

It's just that the next moment, Mo Ran saw the old man raise the hand that had just clasped his feet, and after clasping between his teeth, the image in his heart collapsed again.

"Boy, look at your bones and be surprised, uncle, I have a general outline of national arts to sell to you, how about only thirty yuan? Make sure you become a big master. The task of saving the world will be left to you in the future. The old man waved his hand and said with a lot of momentum, but Mo Ran had a black line.

Seeing that Mo Ran was indifferent, the old man muttered a few words, looked at Mo Ran viciously, threw out a worn-out book from his arms, threw it to Mo Ran, and said: "I didn't expect you to be more slamming than my grandfather, forget it, I see that you kid is fate, this book is given to you." This is the essence of my grandfather's decades of research, and you should cherish it. ”

Mo Ran's ghost sent a god to take the flying book, and a few words were written crookedly on the shabby cover: General Outline of National Arts, Editor-in-Chief: Cui Jue.

"This word is really ugly, but why is the name Cui Jue so familiar?" Mo Ran muttered this, the bright eyes of the old man on the side flickered, smiled mysteriously, and did not speak.