Wang Chengyou tightly held Mo Yan Suosuo's trembling hand: "Don't be afraid. Someone broke down the door. Cover your ears. Someone will come in with a gun, so don't move. It was the one who saved us. ”

Mo Yan knelt on the ground, and when the explosion sounded at the beginning, she knocked down the instant noodle bucket in a panic. Regardless of the hot water soaking her pants and burning her skin, she grabbed Wang Chengyou's hand tightly and couldn't get closer to the door. The free hand covered his head.

She seemed to see the door kicked open by a powerful foot, as if she saw several policemen with guns shouting "don't move" to break in, as if she saw a bright light flashing in...... It was as if he hadn't seen anything, just because he heard Wang Chengyou's words and imagined the above series of rescue actions in his mind.

A pair of strong big hands grabbed her shoulders: "Little sister ......" He tried to help her up, and by the way, he pulled out a hand, so frightened that the person almost jumped on the spot.

couldn't tell whether Mo Yan refused to let go, or Wang Chengyou refused to let go, the two hands were clenched together, and the police had to stop to help Mo Yan.

"Is that him in there?" A photo was handed to Mo Yan's eyes.

"Yes."

"Let go. Give way, I'm going to kick the door. ”

The sound of the feet falling. The thin door panel was kicked open. Wang Chengyou, who had been in good time, showed his whole body in everyone's ardent expectation.

"It's a pity that I didn't have time to rescue instant noodles." The corners of Wang Chengyou's mouth curled, and he said to Mo Yan with ease.

"And a third person?" Except for Mo Yan, everyone who listened was nervous. It wasn't until someone accidentally lowered their heads and saw the two buckets of instant noodles that fell to the ground that they were relieved.

Mo Yan's cuffs are still hung with instant noodle silk. Because she leaned over the ground, the color of the instant noodle soup made her a look. She wanted to laugh, but she couldn't; Covering his mouth with his hands, he wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry loudly, shaking his shoulders and standing in a group of tall special police.

Wang Chengyou held out his hand to her.

He wanted to take her in his arms and continue to tell her what he had just said.

The familiar voice of "You'er" was mixed with crying and wheezing, from far to near.

Wang Chengyou's outstretched hand had no choice but to raise it and touch the back of his head instead.

This is the arrival of his mother, who regards him as his life.

Wang Chengyou's first reaction was that he really wanted to make Mo Yan invisible. No matter how bad it is, it's good to push through the crowd. It's a pity that those kind-hearted policemen guarded the human wall tightly in the heart of protecting the victims, and surrounded the two impenetrablely.

The crowd got out of the way, and Mi Zhi, who was holding his hair indiscriminately, rushed in, crying and hugging Chengyou, suddenly pushed him away, patted him up and down, stroked *, and found that his son was not injured, so he began to complain: "The soul is light! You're going to kill me. If you have three longs and two shorts, I won't live anymore! ”

Such a warm declaration made Wang Chengyou have to concentrate on appeasing his mother.

Mi Zhi cried unceremoniously on his son's chest, wiped a handful of snot and tears on Wang Chengyou's body, and was crying painfully, when he suddenly saw Mo Yan who was shrunk into a ball.

"You are" Mi Zhi tilted her head to look at Mo Yan.

"I am" Mo Yan hadn't said his name yet, when he heard Mi Zhi clapping his hands: "It's you!" ”

Immediately, she turned to Wang Chengyou: "Go!" Come home with me! ”

With that, he pulled up his son's sleeve and left. SWAT officers also recommend moving to a safe and controllable place as soon as possible. A large crowd, methodically retreating.

On the ground floor, Brother Zhang stood at the top of the stairs with a stern face. Mi Ji pulled Wang Chengyou, refused to even sit in Brother Zhang's car, and went straight to another private car. It can be seen that she has an opinion about Xiao Zhang, who did not take good care of her son.

Wang Chengyou followed his angry mother forward, and turned his head frequently to look back at Mo Yan. There was no way he could convince his mother to send Mo Yan home. The eyes were handed to Brother Zhang, and Brother Zhang's face was helpless. He is now lacking in energy, and there is no possibility of slipping away except for obediently following the president's car back to report on his work.

A female police officer came over and seemed to take Wang Chengyou back to record a statement, but Mi Zhi flatly refused. What Mi Zhi said, Mo Yan, who was lagging behind, had no way of knowing, but from the gesture of her stretching out her hand to point at herself, Mo Yan roughly guessed that she would ask her about something.

Mo Yan was far behind, and when he saw Wang Chengyou, who was surrounded by people like stars and moons, he looked down at himself alone, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. It's about envy.

The female police officer walked towards Mo Yan with a friendly smile. Mo Yan seemed to see the warm sun in the cold winter, grabbed her sleeve and walked with her.

After sitting in the police car for a while, I plucked up the courage to ask the time, only to find out that it was still that day, but it was just after 9 o'clock in the evening. It was hard to believe that she thought that she had experienced a lot of twists and turns, and it turned out that in the physical timeline, it was only three hours.

"Sister beautiful policeman, have you contacted my mother?"

"Call me Sister Xu. I haven't had time to contact your mom yet. Our technician found two phones with batteries drained in a nearby trash can, one of which may be yours, but it can't be returned to you for the time being because it needs to be fingerprinted. You can use my cell phone to call your mom. ”

Mo Yan took the mobile phone handed over by Sister Xiao Xu, and was full of emotion in her heart. As early as when things were still a mess, Wang Chengyou unveiled her. She didn't believe it then, but now she does.

Before Mo Yan could enter his phone number, he was urgently stopped by Sister Xu.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think about it well. I just received a notice from my superiors that it is not appropriate to take the initiative to contact your mother until another suspect is arrested. ”

Mo Yan's heart was pounding.

Suspect? The weak and sickly Aunt Pan became a suspect like this?

"Little sister, don't worry, we have sent someone to guard the downstairs of your house, and when your mother appears, we will inform her of your situation as soon as possible. And, if it goes well, the confession can be recorded very quickly. ”

"Sister Xu, Uncle Pan, uh, my male neighbor...... Have you been caught? ”

Sister Xiao Xu showed a soft smile: "I can't reveal any information related to this case to you." When you get back, there will be a special person in charge of talking to you, and when the time comes, you can ask them. ”

Mo Yan nodded.

Police cars weave through the city with flashing neon lights. The night carries a black coldness, and the chill is wantonly swayed.

Getting out of the police car, Mo Yan couldn't help but sneeze.

…… I am the dividing line in Mo Yan's heart......

A small, humble room.

An empty table.

An uncomfortable chair.

Mo Yanxin shrank sharply, and couldn't help but be timid when he looked at the two policemen opposite.

She has no experience, but should the confession or written confession be recorded in such a place or situation? Degree of literature

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