Snapped!
Zhou Wensheng took action!
"You're fucking talking!"
Song Qiao's riddle-like speaking style made Zhou Wensheng want to rush over and eat him alive every minute.
"Boss! Boss! Calm down! Calm down!" Wang Bin grabbed Zhou Wensheng's sleeve and stopped Zhou Wensheng who was about to run away in time.
"Haha~" Song Qiao smiled provocatively, "Captain Zhou, do you think I, Song Qiao, am the kind of despicable person who stirs up trouble behind people's backs? If you want to know what happened to Director Luo, why not ask him directly? , I’m not someone who chews my tongue!”
"You..." Zhou Wensheng was so angry that Song Qiao was trembling. He glanced at Wang Bin, who was clutching his sleeve tightly, and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Very good! You have the guts! Wang Bin! Let him sign!" Send him back!"
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"Captain Zhou, why did you bother to send him back personally?" Ding Yuan, deputy director of the detention center, took two quick steps to meet Zhou Wensheng.
"Just make a call and we will send someone to pick him up. Why come in person?" Ding Yuan glanced at Song Qiao who was being pushed by Wang Bin behind Zhou Wensheng and said with a smile.
Zhou Wensheng shook Song Qiao's hand vigorously, glanced behind him, and said, "This prisoner is special. I have to explain some things to you clearly before I can rest assured. In addition, I want to meet Luo Wenxi. I don't know if I can." convenient?"
"Convenient, convenient. Let's go. After completing the formalities, I will arrange for you to meet." After speaking, Ding Yuan enthusiastically led the three of them inside.
The procedure is not complicated.
After signing the last word, Zhou Wensheng glanced at Song Qiao meaningfully, and then told Wang Bin: "You keep an eye on him, I'll go see Lao Luo."
"Yes!" Wang Bin looked serious and gave a neat salute, which made Zhou Wensheng feel at ease.
"Captain Zhou, please come this way." Ding Yuan raised his hand in vain.
Zhou Wensheng nodded and followed Ding Yuan to the meeting room on the other side of the corridor.
Pushing open the door, Luo Wenxi had been sitting there for a long time behind the explosion-proof glass in the middle of the meeting room.
"Captain Zhou, although I believe you, there are rules..."
"Just do whatever you have to do, I believe in Lao Luo." Zhou Wensheng interrupted Ding Yuan.
He understood that Ding Yuan meant that the surrounding security personnel could not be avoided according to the rules. Ding Yuan was worried that Zhou Wensheng would mind.
But in Zhou Wensheng's view, these security personnel are rare witnesses, witnesses who prove that he is aboveboard, and they are also witnesses that prove that Luo Wenxi has no problem.
Seeing that Zhou Wensheng had no intention of removing the security personnel, Ding Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Captain Zhou, let's talk." After saying that, Ding Yuan turned and left.
"Lao Luo, what happened?" Zhou Wensheng couldn't wait to sit across from Luo Wenxi and picked up the walkie-talkie that was buckled on the table.
"Old Zhou, Old Zhou! I'm sorry for you!" Luo Wenxi, who was behind the explosion-proof glass, burst into tears of regret.
The three words "I'm sorry" made Zhou Wensheng's heart feel cold.
"Is it related to Song Qiao?" Zhou Wensheng's face was as dark as water.
Luo Wenxi nodded.
"Tell me carefully. Maybe I can help you." Zhou Wensheng thought for a moment and said.
Then, he took out the recorder, pressed the record button, and looked at Luo Wenxi with expectation.
"Chen Bing, this matter starts with Chen Bing." Luo Wenxi glanced at the recorder with the working indicator light flashing. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to tell everything.
"Chen Bing is a prisoner who was transferred from the detention center below. Originally, his problem was not serious, and he could regain his freedom after staying in the detention center for a few days. But for some unknown reason, he openly provoked the police in the detention center and also interacted with other people. The prisoners got into a fight, and in the end I beat one prisoner until his eardrum was perforated, and then he was twisted and sent to me."
Zhou Wensheng silently lit a cigarette, listened carefully to Luo Wenxi's story, and tried hard to capture the key information hidden inside.
The security personnel on the side tried to stop Zhou Wensheng from smoking several times, but Zhou Wensheng's sharp eyes and gloomy face made the security personnel swallow their words of dissuasion in the end.
"Why did Chen Bing end up in the detention center?" Zhou Wensheng flicked the ashes of his cigarette and asked softly.
"I heard that he drank too much and got into a fight with someone in the bar." Luo Wenxi thought for a while and said.
Fights, and fights again.
Zhou Wensheng's brows couldn't help but frown.
He had a vague feeling that this Chen Bing was not that simple.
"What happened next? Did he fight at your place again?" Zhou Wensheng asked, taking a deep breath of his cigarette.
"No." Luo Wenxi lowered his head and shook it slightly, "He is here with me..." Luo Wenxi suddenly stopped talking, and his expression became hesitant.
"Lao Luo, just tell the truth." Zhou Wensheng sighed, "Only if you tell the truth can I help you."
After hearing this, Luo Wenxi slowly raised his head, looked at Zhou Wensheng, showed a sad smile, and then said desperately: "Old Zhou, you can't help me this time."
"Say it! If you don't tell me, how do you know that I can't help you?!" Zhou Wensheng was a little anxious.
Luo Wenxi looked at Zhou Wensheng with dim eyes, and a desperate smile slipped from the corner of his barely raised mouth, as if he was mocking Zhou Wensheng's promise to help him.
"Say it!" Zhou Wensheng roared with red eyes.
Luo Wenxi's laughter was interrupted by Zhou Wensheng. He tilted his head, looked at Zhou Wensheng, and said word by word: "He almost killed Song Qiao!"
After Luo Wenxi finished speaking, Zhou Wensheng's expression froze on his face.
He remained motionless, looking at Luo Wenxi in disbelief, as if he was trying to distinguish whether what Luo Wenxi just said was the truth or a joke.
"Old Zhou, can you still help me?" Luo Wenxi stared at Zhou Wensheng with red eyes, "Can you still help me?"
Zhou Wensheng tried his best to restrain his trembling hands, reluctantly put the cigarette into his mouth, and took a long drag.
Then, a puff of thick smoke sprayed on the explosion-proof glass in front of him, like thick fog in the mountains, covering Luo Wenxi's face.
Zhou Wensheng didn't know what to say for a while.
Luo Wenxi and he were from the same police academy class. Although the two did not work together after graduation, their comradeship remained unchanged.
But at this moment, Luo Wenxi's words made Zhou Wensheng feel cold in his heart.
He entrusted Luo Wenxi to take sole care of Song Qiao, but Song Qiao was almost killed.
If the murderer had no business dealings with Luo Wenxi, I'm afraid no one would believe it.
But if it is confirmed that the two of them have an ulterior deal, then even if Zhou Wensheng is the Great Luo Jinxian, he will not be able to save him.
"Stop talking?" When the smoke cleared, Luo Wenxi looked at the frowning Zhou Wensheng and chuckled, "Then I'll show you this again."
As he said that, Luo Wenxi pulled open his collar, and as two or three buttons on his chest fell to the ground, a bright red wound appeared in front of Zhou Wensheng——
Reverse Pentacle!
