After Sith regained his freedom, he vowed not to let the damn big-assed policewoman go, never. He wanted to file a complaint before the matter was over. He had figured out who the policewoman's boss was. He would go find the policewoman after the case was over. He asked his boss for an explanation, which was the most important part of his revenge plan.
Nitpicking, that's all.
Sith yelled, "Try what it feels like to be slapped hard by a woman."
Wang Dengming said, it depends on which woman slapped you. If it was your mother, would you dare to complain?
Sisi didn't back down: So, a police elite was slapped by a bastard for no reason, do you think this is normal?
Wang Dengming couldn't refute it. Sith's self-feeling was really good, just like the crazy self-confidence of Indians. If Sith was an elite, Wang Dengming asked himself, wouldn't I be the elite among the elites?
So, Sis dejectedly put the female police aside first. The case was urgent and they had to find the man in sunglasses as soon as possible.
The clues provided by the female police officer were accurate. It was near West Main Street, the street where the man in sunglasses got off the bus. Wang Dengming found his whereabouts, but the man in sunglasses was not there, but his employer was.
The employer is a man with white hair and a profound jazz demeanor. His hospitality gives people a sense of peace and comfort like drizzle.
"Mr. Wingerson, I'm really sorry for disturbing you so late."
In the large and luxurious living room, Wang Dengming said.
"It doesn't matter, your arrival has not affected my biological clock. I have fifteen minutes to rest."
When Wang Dengming came to Wingerson's house, the time was nine forty.
The small muscle between Sith's eyebrows flexed, like a caterpillar.
"Of course, we can extend the meeting time appropriately if you have anything important to do."
According to the information provided by the female police officer, an appointment was required to meet Mr. Wingerson. Wang Dengming and Sis forced their way into Wingerson's mansion, and their intensity was only one level weaker than holding a search warrant.
Accompanying Wengerson was his wife, who was at least twenty years younger than Wengerson.
This is definitely not Wingerson's original wife. This is what Wang Dengming thought of when he saw this woman. Although she was wearing a simple set of rose-colored casual clothes embroidered with narcissus patterns, she looked noble and elegant. It can be seen from the eyes and demeanor of the city.
Wang Dengming asked bluntly: "Mr. Wingerson, okay, we do have something to do with you. Is Febidi your hired personal bodyguard?"
"I have a lot of companies to my name, so to speak, and he's also my security detail."
"Where is Phoebe Di? We have a few questions to ask him."
Wingerson's wife personally served two cups of coffee.
Wang Dengming took it and put it aside. Sis said, "I want double the sugar and creamer."
The woman smiled slightly and walked out of the living room.
Wingerson: "Officer, is it my wife who is hindering your inquiry?"
Wang Dengming smiled. Said: "No, no, Madam is beautiful and young. My partner has a problem. When he sees a beautiful woman, he wants to make her work."
Wingerson nodded slightly: "Phoebe is not here."
"Where did he go?"
"he......"
"Mr. Wingerson, please tell the truth. This is very critical."
"Did something happen to him? He is a law-abiding man."
"You first tell him where he is now."
Wingerson's wife came in carrying a shiny metal plate.
"Officer, your sugar, and your creamer."
"Thanks."
While Sis poured candy and creamer into the coffee cup, Wingerson said, "He traveled with my son. To be honest, I am also looking for him all over the world."
"Oh, what's your son's name?"
"What does this have to do with my son."
Wang Dengming and Sisi looked at each other, and Sisi said, "Is your son's name Steer?"
"How did you know?"
"You and he look a bit similar. We are both gentle and well-educated people."
Wingerson and his wife also looked at each other. Wingerson, who was calm and steady, moved visibly, and his expression became obviously uneasy.
"I don't understand. Do you know him? Where is Stel now?"
Wang Dengming took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Wingerson: "Is this Stell?"
Wingerson looked at the photo and stood up suddenly, but then he started to shake, and his wife rushed to help him.
"What's up with him?"
"He died, and his girlfriend died in the car?"
Wingerson covered his heart, his face suddenly turned pale, and he opened his mouth wide to breathe. It seemed that his heart function was no longer very good.
His wife ran out of the living room in a panic and went to the bedroom to get medicine.
Wingerson took emergency medicine and it took ten minutes to recover.
"He still did it, he still did it, he still did it..."
Wingerson didn't ask what happened, but just said such a confusing sentence, which made the two investigating police officers confused and didn't know what was going on.
Suddenly, Wingerson pushed his wife's hand away and asked angrily: "Where is the Phoebe? Where has he gone? Why did he turn off his phone? Why did he turn off his phone? I want to kill him!"
Wang Dengming persuaded Wingerson to calm down, while his wife stood aside, looking uncomfortable, biting her lip silently.
But Wingerson couldn't keep himself quiet, and the pain of losing his son brought him to the edge of emotional collapse.
Wingerson's personal doctor arrived and first injected Wingerson with a dose of medicine. Wang Dengming didn't ask what kind of medicine it was. It might be a sedative or a heart treatment medicine, he thought.
When Wingerson's mood recovered to the point where he could talk to the police normally, Wang Dengming figured out what had happened.
Sterl was Wingerson's only son, and Wingerson was old enough to have a son, and he doted on his son.
But unfortunately, his ex-wife suffered from depression when she gave birth to Stell. As a result, a good person disappeared and his whereabouts are still unknown. Stell also made Wingerson worried all day long. Stell had a self-inflicted problem when he was a child. Alzheimer's disease is not too serious, and after treatment, the situation is under control.
This made Wengerson very happy, but it seemed to be a genetic problem. When Stell grew up, that is, starting from the second half of last year, for unknown reasons, his depression suddenly became serious and he thought about suicide all day long.
Wingerson tried every means and hired doctors to treat him at all costs, and he has improved a lot recently.
He asked Wengerson that he wanted to travel. Wengerson was very happy and agreed. This was the best way to treat him. Wengerson wanted to go on a trip. Wengerson immediately gave him a ticket and let him go. to buy a good car. At the same time, he asked Fei Bidi to follow him in case of accidents. Heather was Stell's girlfriend he met in college. The purpose of accompanying him on this trip was also to ease Stell's anxiety. depression.
But the troublesome problem is that apart from being able to stay with Heather, Stell is very repulsive to everyone else, especially Febidi, who he doesn't like.
As a last resort, Fei Bidi came up with an idea. After Steer bought the car, Fei Bidi secretly attached a satellite tracker to the chassis of the vehicle. No matter where Steer went, Wingerson would know .
Just some time ago, Wingerson discovered that his son's car had actually ended up in Montana, so he called Phoebe Di, but no matter how hard he called, the phone was turned off.
After Wingerson finished speaking, Wang Dengming was still floating in the clouds.
