Jiang Hao said expressionlessly: "Everyone has different judgments and practices for everything, and we can't draw conclusions about good and evil based on just one thing. Besides, greed is not a person, she is a god. We never understand God's thoughts. ”

"Have you ever seen greed?"

"Of course not."

"Then how do you know you don't understand her mind?"

Jiang Hao paused, pointed to a group of ants crawling on the ground, and asked, "Do you think the ants know what we are thinking now?" ”

Yu Wenke shook his head.

Qi Xiaoming jumped down from the cabin, pushed the two of them and said, "Hurry up, can you walk quickly?" ”

"BOSS, WHERE ARE WE GOING NOW?" The beautiful pilot asked back.

"Go back to Jiang Hao." Qi Xiaoming looked down at his phone and smiled, "Later, you will go to the airport to pick up Lao Song!" ”

"Who is Old Song?" Jiang Hao asked.

"Detective Song Ming, do you know?" Qi Xiaoming still lowered his head.

Yu Wenke always felt that the name was very familiar, and suddenly remembered the famous person on the Internet a while ago, and said in surprise: "Are you talking about the detective Song Ming who solved the Nanjin corpse case?!" ”

"Well, that's him."

"I'll go, Curly, you can, please move Song Ming? Sure enough, it's a circle of rich people, it's too powerful. ”

"Eh, it's okay for me to say this about others, but Lao Song is not this kind of person," Qi Xiaoming's tone was very serious, but he still didn't look up, "Lao Song is my friend, and he is poor, don't put him in the ranks of my pig friends and dogs." ”

Yu Wenke lowered his head and smiled, he couldn't imagine that Qi Xiaoming really had serious friends.

The three of them returned to the roof of the ten-storey self-built house in Linzha Village, and Qi Xiaoming was still frequently swiping his mobile phone, worthy of the name of a low-headed family.

"The phone is so fun, why don't you go home and play?" Yu Wenke crossed his hands on his chest and muttered.

"Alright, alright!" Qi Xiaoming handed the phone to Yu Wenke, "Look." ”

On the screen is an email reply: [Thank you Mr. Song for providing clues to solve the case for our bureau, colleagues have found Liang Xiaoyi's body at No. 10 Villa Street, Aonan District, Las Vegas, and the Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle with the license plate number 118 in the underground parking lot of the casino is the vehicle of the suspect Feng Wei, and the arrest work has been carried out. Thank you very much for your leads. 】

There is also a righteous Chinese police badge below the mail.

"After I gave Lao Song a clue, he immediately contacted the police in Las Vegas, and the efficiency was really fast!" Qi Xiaoming was excited and excited.

"My police comrades in Dahuaxia are indeed highly efficient!" Yu Wenke thought for a moment, "No, isn't it for us to report the case?" How did it become ......?"

Jiang Hao also looked at Qi Xiaoming in confusion.

The curly-haired man ruffled his hair and said proudly, "What is the relationship between me and Lao Song?" Of course, this kind of big case has to find a big detective to break the news. We hastily provide it, and we have a lot to explain. Besides, I'm not used to showing my face, so if I am photographed by a reporter, how bad it is. I'm going to rob Lao Song's page, I'm still so handsome, I'll not be happy. ”

As soon as these words came out, Yu Wenke was uncomfortable.

"Stop, stop, there is a degree of narcissism."

"Narcissism? Hum! When you think back to the first time you saw me, did you have a magical feeling - it turns out that handsome can be so concrete! ”

"Phew, shameless."

Jiang Hao saw that the two of them were really interesting, and couldn't help but smile: "Okay, Xiao Ming has a point." It's really inappropriate for us to report the crime, we should follow the principle of reporting where the case is found, or the place where the suspect or victim belongs, it seems that both of these are in the casino, we just came back, do we have to go back again? Xiao Ming's handling was very appropriate. “

"Bald man, do you hear that? Jiang Hao is all in favor of me, what nonsense do you have? Qi Xiaoming glanced at Yu Wenke even more proudly.

"Is it really a kindergarten child, who is recognized by the teacher, and shows off his power to his classmates?"

"Eh, I said, why are you holding me again?"