I couldn't stop it, because what was unfolding before my eyes wasn't a real plane.

I understand even more that even if the scene in front of me is real, I still can't intervene, because this is a historical necessity and no one can stop it.

I looked at Yang Qian numbly, gradually losing her breath in helplessness and pain, and the waiter with squirming her.

Seeing this, I completely understood. Although the suspect Zhang Zhigang confessed to raping/killing Yang Qian, if you talk about the murderer, it was actually this waiter who finally put Yang Qian to death. Even though Zhang Zhigang has been shot, he doesn't want to be burdened with some stains that don't belong to him.

So for all this time, he has been guiding me to the scene of the crime and telling me the truth about what happened that day through the re-enactment of the crime.

When I figured this out, I felt a flash of white light in front of me, and then I didn't know anything.

When I woke up, I was lying in bed. The whole room is very clean, and if you sniff it gently, you can smell a fragrance.

I glanced at the gun on my waist, and there were several bullets missing. Now, I suddenly had a headache.

If you don't explain the whereabouts of these bullets, I'm afraid you'll be in trouble.

I didn't think much of it at the time, so I went straight to the manager of the hotel, showed my police ID, and asked her to gather all the staff.

It didn't take much effort for me to find the waiter.

At first, he still didn't admit it, but when I told him that his **** was extracted from the deceased's body, he immediately confessed.

In fact, Yang Qian's body, due to the high degree of decay, did not extract **** at all. But I've seen the incident before and know that the waiter didn't wear a condom. So I lied to him and forced him to explain why it took more than half an hour to clean up the room that day. Also, the bed sheet was missing, and he didn't report anything, but chose to steal a bed sheet in a private chat and change it on the bed in room 403.

Finally, in the name of such a thing. I believe he must have collapsed.

As I expected, he pleaded guilty on the spot.

Regarding the beginning and end of this matter, I truthfully reported to the leader. It is also stated about the whereabouts of several bullets.

At this point, the leader can't say anything, after all, I really caught the murderer.

As for where the bullets went, it also became a mystery. The leader told me to keep my mouth shut, and he helped me solve other things.

Soon after, from inside the hospital morgue, a strange thing came about.

Zhang Zhigang, who is dead, was taken back by his relatives and sent to the crematorium for cremation. His relatives unexpectedly found that several intact pistol bullets had fallen from Zhang Zhigang's body, a total of four.

Coincidentally, when I shot Zhang Zhigang, I also fired four shots.

I know that this is Zhang Zhigang's gratitude to me. Now that the truth has been revealed, he can go to another world with peace of mind.

The four bullets were returned to me, and in doing so, I was also spared some unnecessary trouble.

Since this incident, I have started to rise steadily, but I am no longer as enthusiastic as before, and I do not have the same passion for major cases as I used to be.

Sometimes, I even wonder if there was no crime in this world. But I know it's just my own luxury.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Where there are rivers and lakes, we criminal police are needed to maintain law and order. This is not only my own mission, but also the duty of all public servants of the people.

Hongchen's story was finished, and none of us spoke.

For a long time, they couldn't help but burst into thunderous applause, such a policeman is really a good public servant in the hearts of the people. If you have the chance, you will definitely make friends.

"Crime is something that cannot be avoided at any time. I hope that your friend can always maintain his heart and do more things that are beneficial to the people," Shadow looked at Hongchen and said appreciatively.

"Hehe, I've been talking for a long time, I don't know if there's a reward? Actually, I don't have to bother too much, Miss Warm Wind can help me pinch my shoulders and hammer my thighs. No matter how bad it is, it's okay to enjoy a fragrant kiss" A wicked smile crossed the corner of Hongchen's mouth, and he looked at the warm wind and said.

The warm breeze let out an "oh", and then asked Nancheng: "Do you have a hammer at home?" ”

Nancheng smiled, then stood up. "Of course there is, but I don't know, do you want a big one or a small one?"

Wen Feng glanced at Hongchen with a stunned expression and said with a smile: "The small one is enough, I will be very gentle!" ”

"Wait, sister, don't be impulsive...... Hongchen suddenly sat up from his chair, and then hid behind the shadow.

Seeing this scene, the big guy immediately burst into laughter. Not to mention, there are a few living treasures, and there are quite a lot of laughs.

"The stories of floating life and red dust are more flavorful. I think it's time to adjust it properly! The shadow glanced at Hongchen hiding behind him, and said with a smile.

"Auntie, are you going to tell the rhythm of the story yourself?" As soon as Wen Feng heard this, he stopped playing with Hongchen anymore, and looked at the shadow with blazing eyes.

"That's nature, when did Auntie break her word!" The shadow nodded.

"But I remember, someone just said that his story is not heavy, but after saying it, the disgusting level is close to the story of floating life!" Warm Wind suddenly remembered something, and said with a strange smile.

"Then if you don't want to listen, if you don't want to listen, I won't talk about it" Shadow didn't explain, and asked back flatly.

"Hee-hee, of course listen, I was joking with you just now!" The warm breeze quickly sat down in his seat, then pricked up his ears and waited for the shadow to speak.

"What I want to talk about was about ten years ago, it seems to be ninety-seven years. By the way, do you believe in coffins giving birth? The shadow had a thoughtful look on his face, and at the end of his sentence, he suddenly asked a rhetorical question.

"Coffin birth, if I'm not mistaken, in the Song Dynasty, there was a man named Song Ci, who seemed to be born in a coffin!" Nancheng frowned, and in an instant, he thought of something.

The shadow gave him an appreciative look and nodded. "What I want to say happened when I was a child, and it has to do with giving birth in a coffin. Although Song Ci was born in a coffin, at that time, his mother had just died. Therefore, Song Ci's matter is nothing. And what I'm going to say is much more bizarre than that."

I touched my chin playfully, but I really didn't arrive, these guys have stories to tell, worthy of being Internet writers, hearsay experiences, stunned to be able to describe so eloquently.

It was at this time that I firmly believed in my heart that if I had the opportunity in the future, I would definitely write a book. Not for anything else, just to write about the bits and pieces of my life.

Just when I was stunned, the shadow began to tell the story.