Meng Sifan, who was locked up in prison, did not recruit any valuable news, Wang Wenmin had applied for several opportunities to visit the prison, but Fang Lubai refused because the time was not up.

Putting down the file in his hand, Fang Lubai rubbed his eyes. Although the explosion was successfully prevented, who could not have dared to guarantee that there would not be a second, a third, or even more*.

"Oops, I'm tired!" The door of the office was pushed open by Wu Wenhui, and he was seen walking towards Fang Lubai with a red face, and then picked up his cup and drank all the water inside.

"Hey, that's my ......" Before Fang Lubai finished speaking, Wu Wenhui put the cup on the table: "What's the matter, I've been delaying you for so long, it's not good to beg for saliva from you!"

Fang Lubai knew that he was joking, so he looked up and asked Wu Wenhui: "The group of people outside has done it?"

"With me, of course no problem!" Wu Wenhui patted his chest with his hand and looked at Fang Lubai with a smile.

"We finally got back this time, and now the public is relieved of us!"

Seeing Wu Wenhui talking happily there, Fang Lubai couldn't help but roll his eyes, but Wu Wenhui didn't care about this, and was still talking to himself.

"I said Fang Lubai, do you want to contact a few newspapers for detailed reporting? It would have been better if I could......"

Before Wu Wenhui finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, and the sudden sound made Wu Wenhui close his mouth, only to see a little girl looking inside through the crack in the door.

"Ah, Officer Fang is really here!" Seeing Fang Lubai sitting at the table, she hurriedly leaned in and slowly leaned towards him.

"Look what I'm doing, I can't eat you again!" Wu Wenhui saw that she looked at herself a little restrainedly, and touched his nose in embarrassment.

"You should be busy, I'll go back to work." Wu Wenhui saw that the girl conveyed was a little restrained, and left the office in embarrassment, and the rest of the people looked at her with some curiosity.

"Uh... Officer Fang, this is your letter, which was just sent from the post office this morning. The little girl took out an envelope from behind her and gently placed it in front of Fang Lubai, but her eyes looked at the files on the table.

Fang Lubai looked at the envelope, and suddenly muttered in his heart: I don't usually have the habit of writing letters, why would someone write to me? Fang Lubai carefully cut one end with scissors, and then looked inside.

As soon as he opened the envelope, a heavy smell of gunsmoke came to his nose, which made the nerves in Fang Lubai's head that had just been loosened suddenly tense. Carefully pulled out a blank piece of paper from it.

"It's still grinding to open a letter, could it be a love letter?" Saturday, who was sitting opposite, saw that Fang Lubai had not moved, stretched her neck to look at him, and as soon as her head poked nearby, she noticed that something was wrong.

"What is this? How can there be such a big smell of gunsmoke? Saturday looked at the envelope in Fang Lubai's hand vigilantly, and then asked uneasily.

"It's okay, get me a pair of gloves."

Saturday touched his pocket a few times, and then threw his gloves in front of Fang Lubai. After putting on the tight gloves, Fang Lubai carefully tugged at the contents of the goods.

Several people nearby also heard the news, and their eyes were fixed on the envelope in Fang Lubai's hand. Seeing that everyone had a hint of vigilance on their faces, Fang Lubai laughed: "What are you doing, this is not a *."

Looking up, Fang Lubai realized that the girl in the communication room had not left, he smiled apologetically, and then asked, "Is the word going to be signed here?"

Only then did she come back to her senses and turn her gaze to the list in her hand: "That's right, it's signed here."

After Fang Lubai signed her name, she also realized that she shouldn't disturb everyone's work, and hurriedly walked out of the office. Seeing that the door was closed, Fang Lubai let out a sigh of relief.

"Come here, I'm afraid, this is a new tactic from the 'actors'!" After finishing speaking, Fang Lubai exhaled lightly and slowly pulled the blank piece of paper out of the envelope.

I saw that the envelope was not filled with white paper, but another envelope. The envelope was also rubbed with some * powder, which is why it emitted a strong smell of gunsmoke.

The envelope inside was not sealed, Fang Lubai opened the folded seal, only to see a piece of stationery inside. The words on the paper read: In three days, I will come to visit.

"What is this? Threatening letters? Saturday looked at a few words on the letter and said with some exasperation.

Lu Zhu on the side gently touched the envelope with his fingers, and said affirmatively: "These * powders are dismantled from firecrackers, and they contain a lot of sulfur and potassium chlorate, which are very different from the * ingredients placed last time."

Fang Lubai did not think about the ingredients of the medicinal powder, but looked at the words on the paper, the handwriting was neat and powerful, indicating that the person who wrote it was well-educated; The pen did not leave any pause on the paper, and the whole sentence was completed in one go, proving that the other party had planned for the whole thing, and it was not sloppy, the traces of writing were relatively hard, and the fingers touched the back of the letter paper, and they could feel a strong and powerful charm.

"Lu Zhu, you write these words on the paper." Fang Lubai handed the letter to him and said with a frown.

"Why did you suddenly ask me to write this sentence again?" Lu Zhu's face suddenly turned red, and he asked anxiously.

Fang Lubai saw that Lu Zhu might have misunderstood, and hurriedly explained: "It's nothing special, I just want to see if you can imitate this person's handwriting."

Hearing this, Lu Zhu put away his doubts, took the pen and paper handed by Fang Lubai, and after glancing at the letter paper a few times, the tip of the pen dipped in ink slowly jumped on the letter.

"Well, sure enough, people who practice calligraphy often copy the likeness!" Fang Lubai looked at the letter in his hand and couldn't help but admire.

"What's the use of having me write it in imitation of handwriting? There's a printer next to it, wouldn't it be more like just copying? Seeing Fang Lubai staring at the words he had just copied, Lu Zhu couldn't help but ask.

"You'll find out in a moment." Fang Lubai put the letter paper in his hand on the table, firmly pressed the letter with a water cup, and then walked out.

Without waiting for the ink on the paper to dry, Fang Lubai took Wu Wenhui into the room.

Seeing that everyone was standing around Fang Lubai's table, Wu Wenhui felt that the atmosphere was a little weird, and just as he wanted to open his mouth to ask, his words were choked back to Fang Lubai's throat.

"Wu Bureau, this is the letter I just received, and this is the content inside." Fang Lubai pointed to the piece of letter on the table, and then said to him.

Wu Wenhui's heart thumped for a moment, and then he brought his eyes to the letter, and as soon as he put his face nearby, his brows furrowed.

"*Taste?" Wu Wenhui asked Fang Lubai uncertainly.

Fang Lubai nodded slightly, and then his gaze turned to the content above.