MTL - I’m Just This ‘Sue’-Chapter 38 The third villain (9)

Bianyu was not alone.

The police station watched the man walk up and down into the police station slowly. The appearance has not changed in the years, and he is still the same as when he first met, his face is not as good as a person of this age. The man was followed by two teenagers. The two were tall and straight, and they looked very good. Looking at the sense of familiarity, they remembered that this was the child the man had lost in the amusement park.

"You're here." Gong Tian stepped out of it, calmly as if the man had never left.

Hang Qing nodded: "You are here, too."

In the moment when Hang Qing opened his mouth, Song Xunzhi and Jin Mao stared at Gong Tian.

Gong Tian seemed to be unaware of their eyes, he only looked at Hang Qing. Although his eyes seemed calm, Song Zhengzhi always felt that the old man's eyes looking at the side cymbals were deep, and contained a strong taste of cymbals.

"Please, Mr. Bien, please." The police officer in charge of the transcript then greeted him.

Hang Qing nodded.

Gong Tian immediately followed Hang Qing, Song Songzhi and Jin Mao were forced to fall behind and walk behind Hang Qing. Song Quanzhi sank, and Jin Mao frowned, unconsciously. They were also instinctively alert to this man, even if it had been so long.

Hang Qing was taken into an interrogation room.

It was lit with warm light and hot tea, and the chairs in front of the table were upholstered. After all, Hang Qing was not a suspect, but just came to cooperate with the investigation. Of course, the police station should arrange the environment better.

Hang Qing walked over to sit down, and the police officer taking the record sat down, but while sitting face to face with Hang Qing in this way, the police officer seemed a bit nervous, and the hand holding the pen unconsciously exuded white.

Song Jianzhi and Jin Mao followed in and stood on his sides, as if two door gods.

Gong Tian swept them, and sat down opposite Hang Qing.

The policeman exhaled slowly, and then began to ask, "Is Mr. Bian Zheng your father?"

"Yes."

"He was released from prison more than a year ago and has since disappeared, do you know?"

Hang Qing frowned. He didn't really care about this scum. Was he released from prison so soon? Why suddenly asked Bian Zheng? "I don't know about it. I haven't contacted him since he was in jail. Do you suspect the girl was killed by him?"

"Yes. Can you tell me more than ten years ago when he was in jail? At that time, you were an adult, you should remember?"

Hang Qing blinked. Would you like to show your feet?

Forget it, feel free. Whether you can see that something is wrong depends on whether the IQ of these people in the police station is online or not.

"After all, it's been too long, and I can't remember it well. I just remember that he was not arrested at the edge of the house at that time. You should be able to find out by adjusting the file. It should be my mother who knows him best, but Unfortunately, my mother has been dead for many years. "

"Then you think he might kill the victim before he goes to jail?"

"I'm not very sure."

The recorder was anxious: "Did you find anything unusual and unusual before and after his imprisonment?"

Have.

But Hang Qing said, "No."

Bian Yan once witnessed his mother's mad killing of a girl, but after Hang Qing passed through, he instinctively hid those **** pictures in his head. After all, Hang Qing is a normal person. Hang Qing felt that sooner or later he would have psychological problems. At this time, the recorder suddenly recalled the **** fragments in the memories, and Hang Qing pursed his lips a little uncomfortably, and there were fine folds between his eyebrows.

The recorder gave up and asked many questions piecemeal, but they were painless and it was difficult to get any information from them.

"Thank you for your cooperation." The recorder stood up.

He took a sip of hot tea, set it aside, and stood up: "Tough work."

The tiredness on the recorder's face faded, and he immediately put on a smile: "Dare you dare. Please."

"Are you free today?" Gong Tian's voice then rang.

"No time." Song Quanzhi interjected suddenly, but then he realized that his attitude might make men unhappy, so he reluctantly relaxed his voice: "I still have something to tell you . "

What matters to account for today? Could it be said all day long? Gong Tian glanced at Song Xunzhi obliquely, and now he felt deeply about the strong hostility on Song Xunzhi.

"Let's change it," Hang Qing whispered.

Gong Tian could only reluctantly laughed and said, "Okay." I waited for seven years, and I was not in a hurry.

The look on Song Quanzhi's face softened when he was embarrassed. He followed closely behind Hang Qing's side, and several of them went out together. Everyone didn't expect Hang Qing to go so fast, and when he was out of the police station, there were still people looking at him in the back.

When their figures completely disappeared from sight, they gathered together before Gong Tian. The captain of the Interpol responsible for coordinating with the Jingshi Police Department whispered, "That gentleman is lying." After speaking, he was afraid of others' unbelief, and he busy and strengthened his firm voice: "He must have found something wrong, but he The choice of concealment shows that what is being concealed by him is important and cannot be let the police know ... "

Gong Tian interrupted him lightly: "Bian Zheng is still a suspect, maybe the murderer is not him at all, so our speculation on Bian Zheng is not supported by evidence."

The Captain of the Interpol opened his mouth, and at the end he could only say, "I will find evidence."

Gong Tian never thought about the case.

After learning from Gong Chengxuan that Bien appeared again and that his mobile phone number had never been changed, he couldn't help dialing the number. When he thought the number would still not be connected, a side voice came from there.

At that moment, his heart was extremely quiet, like something that had been hanging in his heart, and finally landed on the ground.

He thought goodbye Bianyu was so bland.

After all, seven years have passed, and many feelings have been blurred. Until he saw Bian Yu approaching him again in the police station, Bian Yan still remained unchanged, but Gong Tian's heart set off a violent storm. At this moment, Gong Tian suddenly realized that he had changed a lot. Before, he never took such things to heart. There is more than one scenery on the road. If you miss it, let it miss, and memories will slowly fade away.

But the fact is, he looked at the side, and realized that those memories deep in his mind had never decayed.

Take it out, still bright as ever.

I could not help but feel the tremor of my heart when I faced the edge, now I can still remember it.

How could there be such an obsessive person in the world?

Gong Tian breathed out slowly and went out with relief.

Now that you can't let it go, don't let it go. It just so happened that the sidelines reappeared.

After Gong Tian had gone, the captain dared to whisper: "I know this side story. Don't you think it's strange? Suddenly dealt with the police frequently a few years ago, but suddenly disappeared again. It was thorough, until the incident happened recently, the police station called to the distant house, and he suddenly emerged. Isn't this strange? "

Someone smiled awkwardly: "Why is the side family acting low-key ..."

"It shouldn't be like this in a low profile ..." The captain shook his head.

After speaking, they turned around and saw Gong Chengxi standing outside the door.

"Team Gong is back?"

Gong Chengyi took a deep look at the captain, then nodded, and asked, "Mr. Bian is gone?"

"left already."

Gong Chengxi's face flashed with regret, and then he went out. Had it not been for him to leave the team temporarily, he would have been able to meet the side cricket. Oh, what did the captain just say? It's strange to say Bibian. He also thinks Bibian is a bit strange, but this should be his behavior. As for whether there is any problem with the frontier ... Gong Chengxi firmly believes that there is no.

As he walked out, he took out his cell phone and wondered if he could make a call to Bi Yan.

·

"That surnamed Gong is not a good person." Sitting in the villa of the side house, Song Xunzhi gave Gong the final word.

Jin Min paused, and then added: "It's not like a good person." But his tone seemed much milder.

Hang Qing didn't talk about this topic, but said, "The gallery is ready. When are you going?"

Jin Yan's face flashed with surprise: "So fast?"

"Well, do you want to hold an art exhibition by the way? It's time to cut the ribbon."

Jin Min was so touched that his facial features were tightly stretched. It took a long time before he smiled, and said dumbly, "Okay." After that, he added: "Thank you."

Hang Qing handed him a business card: "If you have an exhibition, you will need him."

"it is good."

Song Quanzhi couldn't help it: "Then I ..."

"You just have to report to Bian's every day."

Song Xunzhi suddenly felt a sense of loss that he didn't pay much attention to, and then glanced at the contented smile on Jin Mao's face. Song Xunzhi even felt that his heart was as if pinned, which was really uncomfortable.

He couldn't help asking, "Did you tell me anything?"

"If you need me to mention everything, do you think you still have the qualifications to enter Bent's?"

Song Quanzhi was speechless.

In this state, Song Xunzhi's gaze toward Jin Mao couldn't help but be slightly jealous.

Hang Qing faintly noticed that the atmosphere inside the carriage had become a little weird. He glanced at the two people sitting in the back row, but didn't see anything, and Hang Qing didn't take it seriously.

In this compartment, Gong Tian and Gong Chengxi called Hang Qing together, but Hang Qing just handed the phone over to replace it with a new one. All the calls came off at the same time, and they panicked at the same time in different places. . They thought that Hang Qing disappeared as soon as he did.

Both father and son did not sleep well that night, and after waking up the next day, they could vaguely see the bloodshot eyes of each other's eyes.

Halfway through breakfast, Gong Chengxi suddenly said, "What did you say yesterday when I came over?"

Gong Tian didn't know his son's careful thinking, and told everything in the police station the day before. The more Gong Chengyi heard his brows frown, the knife and fork in his hand even scratched the plate unconsciously, making a squeaking noise ... Gong Cheng closed his hand sharply: "If it really Bian Zheng is doing, and the recent incident has been so tumultuous. Will he show up? Or even go to Bian Yan? "

Gong Tian was much more calm. He looked down and slowly buttered the bread at hand: "It's possible."

"So the frontier needs protection?" Gong Chengxi said suddenly.

Gong Tian's hand paused.

Gong Chengyi already looked up: "I think he needs the protection of the police. I will apply today."

Gong Tian stunned: "You?"

Gong Chengzhang had already grasped the bread and stood up, then grabbed his windbreaker jacket with one hand, and strode out. Gong Tian glanced at his back and noticed something wrong. Gong Tian frowned, and Gong Chengzhang's stride was fast, and his long legs struck, and soon disappeared.

Gong Tian took out his mobile phone and made a call, but couldn't get through.

Isn't it another seven years?

In fact, Gong Tian felt that it would be unbearable for another seven days.

If Bian Ling did not appear in such a lifetime, perhaps the name would become a memory at the bottom of his mind. The man appeared for a moment, then disappeared. As soon as the vivid memory was picked out, it sank again and again, and the taste was really lingering.

Gong Tian couldn't wait any longer.

Moderate means do not work, then change a bit more intense.

Gong Tian instead dialed another number. It was difficult for the police station to get the address of Bianjia's old house. This sounds ridiculous. At least this is not difficult for Gong Tian. About ten minutes later, Gong Tian received the address information of Bianjia's old house. But it seemed a strange place. He tried to search on the map and couldn't find it.

No wonder the police station has difficulty locating the address of Bianjia's old house ...

Gong Tian frowned, only to realize how mysterious Bianjia's style was. He called the number again, and the person at the end promised a few words before hanging up.

After making the phone call, Gong Tian's face looked much better. After packing the table, he slowly walked out.

Gong Tian went to Jingshi Police Station several times, but couldn't wait for the frontier. He couldn't help but dial the man's phone again.

Connected.

Hang Qing leaned back in his chair lazily. Jin Yan stood in front of him and whispered that he would invite him to watch the painting together. The phone rang before he answered. The ringtone of the new phone was a bit strange, and Hang Qing took the phone to connect after a while.

"Hey."

The breathing on that end seemed to stagnate for a moment: "Side?" Gong Tian's voice on the other end had an incredible taste.

"Well, it's me. Is there anything wrong with Mr. Gong?"

"A few days ago your phone ..."

"Change the phone and remove the card. Mr. Gong called me that day?"

At the other end, Gong Tian listened to Yun Qing's light breath, and his heart felt like a fire was burning. The flames made him extremely uncomfortable. At that time, he could still see a bright and gentle smile on the man's face, and even when speaking to him, he had a gentle taste. Didn't the long time pass away his memory, but did he pass away the gentleness of the sideman when he treated him?

"..." Hang Qing felt the silence on that end, wondering: "Mr. Gong?"

"Well, yes, I called you that day and found that it was shut down. I was a little worried."

Hang Qing soon understood what Gong Tian was worried about.

"Are you free?" Hang Qing asked.

"I'm ... I'm free." Gong Tian froze unconsciously, not even speaking smoothly.

"I'll invite Mr. Gong to have a meal."

"Okay!" Gong Tian responded with almost a sip, and even in a place where Hang Qing couldn't see, Gong Tian suddenly stood up.

Hang Qing put away his mobile phone and saw Jin Mao staring at him tightly: "Yes, is that Mr. Gong?"

"Yes. I'm going out now, painting ... I'll come and see at the exhibition."

"Okay." Jin Yan's temper was obviously much softer. If it was Song Xunzhi, he would do his best to keep Hang Qing now. Hang Qing had gone far, and Jin Ye felt a strange uncomfortable mood in his chest overflowing.

Hang Qing asked Gong Tian to thank him.

Anyway, Gong Tian also invited him to eat and helped a lot, but his sudden disappearance caused people to worry for so long. Changing to a real frontier certainly doesn't take such things to heart, but after all, Hang Qing is not really abnormal.

When he and Gong Tian made an appointment in a very private Chinese restaurant, Hang Qing briefly explained why they disappeared. Gong Tian heard his passing, but his eyes flashed, but he didn't ask.

After eating almost, Gong Tian suddenly said: "Mr. Bian has changed a lot."

"Ok?"

"Mr. Bian doesn't have a slight smile on his face now. Is it because you see me strange?"

Hang Qing really did not expect that he would be tangled for a smile, Hang Qing slowly revealed a smile: "Of course not." But he does not often hang a gentle smile on his face like the real side 姽, he rarely shows There are only a few smiles when smiling for seven years, so I'm not used to it for a while.

When he got what he wanted, Gong Tian shifted the topic in time: "Mr. Bian Zheng disappeared after he was released from prison. I don't know if he will find you. You need to be careful."

Hang Qing felt strange, Gong Tian's tone seemed to get a lot closer. He nodded and said, "You don't have to be so polite, just call his name."

Gong Tian noticed the flash of disgust in his eyes, and changed his mouth eagerly: "Be careful and correct. Do you need police protection? If you need ..."

"I don't need it. The staff around me is enough."

Also, Bian Yan followed so many personal bodyguards. Why did he suddenly get a fever in his head and want to go with the kid from Gong Chengxi?

Hang Qing glanced down at the watch, it was almost time. Gong Tian noticed his actions. Although he felt a little bit reluctant in his heart, he stood up generously and said that he would send Hang Qing home. Hang Qing certainly rejected him. Bianjia villa is different, not everyone can go. If Gong Tian were to go there, he would be able to go straight to jail, and he wouldn't have to wait to continue to brush Song's favorability.

Rejected Gong Tian also maintained a good manner.

"Be careful that way." Gong Tian watched Hang Qing get on the car.

After the car drove out for a while, Gong Tian returned to his car. Some sweat was leaking from the palm of his hand, but he still started the car firmly, drowned into the sea of ​​the car, and hung behind Hang Qing not far away.

As the driver of Bianjia, the man sitting in the driver's seat was extremely sensitive. He glanced back and whispered, "Master, someone is following us."

Hang Qing glanced back, but because the traffic was too heavy, he glanced at the car that was not tracked. However, Hang Qing immediately said, "By the way, get rid of him."

The driver knows exactly how many secrets are buried in Bianjia, and of course he knows that no one can follow them to Bianjia. The driver gritted his teeth and started to drift.

Soon, Gong Tian found himself lost.

He could not help frowning.

Did Bien let the driver throw him away? Gong Tian always felt that a thick layer of fog was entangled on the edge of the cymbal, including the entire bianjia, which looked very mysterious. If it wasn't for this case's doubt on the side of Zheng Bing's head, I'm afraid he could only see the corner of the side.

Gong Tian smashed the steering wheel hard before turning back unwillingly.

Two days later, a large envelope was mailed to Gong Tian.

That's the address of the old house in Bianjia. This time it's more than just a place name. It put a huge map in it. It's a map of the old city. The lines are marked in detail on it. In the middle position, there are two small characters written next to it-Bian Zhai.

The moment Gong Tian got the map, he felt a bit shocked. He did not expect that Bianjia could hide to such an extent.

No wonder ... no wonder I can hide a side cricket.

Gong Tian pressed the map in Baipiben.

This white leather book was handed over to him by the frontier that year, and the booklet inside it almost shocked the whole country.

Gong Tian remembered it that day, he forgot to ask Bian Yan why he helped him that way. Gong Tian suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and put Baipiben into the cabinet. Just after putting it in, Gong Tian was a little accustomed. He kept this white paper for a long time, sometimes trapped in the case, and when he felt extremely anxious, he couldn't help raising his hands to rub the white paper ...

Gong Tian thought about it, and put Bai Piben on the right hand side.

Because of the Jingshi case, his office was temporarily moved to Jingshi Police Station, and no one would dare to enter this office.

·

In a blink of an eye, it was Jin Jin's time for the exhibition.

At this time, the little girl's case was in a deadlock. The police station did not dare to ask Bien Biao to cooperate with the investigation. After all, they could not come up with evidence and repeatedly asked Bi Ben to go forward. They would definitely offend Bian's family.

Hang Qing wore a black suit and tied a bow tie. His neck was wrapped tightly, with a strong gentleman and abstinence. Although his face was a little strange if he wore a suit with a girl's suit, but his temperament was quiet, and it seemed to dispel the sense of disharmony. It only made people feel the noble taste-even the person in front of him. It's a girl, and it must be a noble girl who lives in a deep castle and is raised by Jin Yiyu.

After the maid had dressed him, she didn't dare to look at it anymore and lowered her head deeply.

Song Xunzhi walked in and saw Hang Qing's appearance, his eyes quickly passed a hint of surprise and shock.

"Is Jin Mao over there?" Hang Qing asked without looking back.

"Here it is." Song Xunzhi's eyes glanced down unconsciously, and finally he paused in Hang Qing's waist. The waist was so thin ... Song Xunzhi thought unconsciously.

"You go first."

Song punished him for a moment and said, "I don't go to the exhibition, I'm going to the company, something happened."

"what's up?"

Song Xunzhi did not answer.

"Then you go." Since Hang Qing has let go of the two men and left, of course, they will not be restricted anymore, Song Quanzhi will not say, he will not ask more. Anyway, someone will report to him afterwards. However, Song Xunzhi should have his own careful thinking. As soon as Hang Qing still had a faint tadpole, he raised a child and ended up feeding the wolf.

Song Quanzhi stuttered: "I, I worry that I can't solve it. Can you come over later?"

Sudden weakness showed Hang Qing a bit, which is not in line with Song's character. But he was also curious about what happened, and after thinking about it, Hang Qing nodded.

Song Quanzhi smiled slightly: "Although you won't go to Jin Bi's art exhibition, I don't think he will be sad."

Hang Qing froze for a while. He hadn't said that he wouldn't go to the painting exhibition. Song Xunzhi said for him? Hang Qing looked at Song Song with a smile almost immediately: "Well? Really grown up, they all want to decide for me."

Not only was Song Xunzhi not afraid, but his face was flushed, as if shy.

Hang Qing: "..."

Song Xunzhi walked to Hang Qing side by side, knees down on both knees: "I was wrong, please punish me."

Hang Qing glanced at the look on his face, even more serious.

"Get out." Hang Qing was too lazy to beat him. I really don't know which part of the chemical reaction happened, let the villains attack all the way ...

Song Guanzhi reluctantly glanced at his waist and long legs before standing up and walking out obediently.

At the other end, Jin Mao didn't know that the plan that he had invited Hang Qing to go was completely under Song Quanzhi's hands.

Song Guanzhi left for a while, and Hang Qing set off slowly.

It was still early at this time, and it was only half past ten. The car drove out of Bianjia Villa, and quickly drove towards the city center. When the sun was clear and there weren't too many vehicles on the road, the road should be very smooth in theory. A personal figure suddenly came out obliquely. Before the car was next to him, he fell down.

Hang Qing was silent for a while.

Big bosses may also be touched.

The driver's face was cold, and his tone was fierce: "Master, why don't we just roll over and see that he can't get up."

Hang Qing didn't speak, opened the door and walked.

The person who touched the porcelain was annoying, but he was still sitting in the car. If the driver really passed, he would have to leave a shadow.

It was just that Hang Qing didn't think of it. As soon as he pushed open the door, the man rushed up, hugged his leg tightly, and shouted in his mouth, "Side, side ..."

Hang Qing frowned, is it still a person I know? Hang Qing patience did not kick him open with a kick, and at the same time looked down to see what the man looked like. It was a middle-aged man, with strong hands and half-length hair, twirled around his neck. He was wearing gray ashes for thirty dollars to spread the goods and had short sleeves. It seems out of place in this gradual cool season. The man was a little excited, his limbs trembling slightly.

"who are you?"

At the moment when Hang Qing finished asking, the men and the driver in the car followed, and they surrounded the men. At this time, although there were few cars passing by the road, some drivers couldn't help looking at them.

The man raised his head sharply and looked at Hang Qing with excitement and said, "I am your father! Bien, I am a father!" He repeatedly emphasized the word "daddy" several times.

Hang Qingju stared down at him, his face flashing with disgust without concealment.

The man looked at Hang Qing's face and stunned suddenly, but then there was a look of disgust in Hang Qing's eyes. This man is probably a long-time bereavement dog. The life of ten years in prison not only did not remove his perverted hobby, but magnified his ugly desires countless times. Hang Qing easily saw the longing and obsession in his eyes.

Doesn't it bother him that his own son's face can make him eager?

Hang Qing no longer hesitated, and kicked his chest.

The man has done a lot of physical work in prison. Compared with the weak body in the past, he is now a lot tougher. Hang Qing's kick just made him shake.

Bian Zheng showed a fierce expression. He suddenly stood up and grabbed Hang Qing's arm: "I'm your father! Nothing big or small! Your mother is dead, you don't know how to respect me ?"

"Respect?" Hang Qing kicked again: "I never thought I would treat you like this."

Bian Zheng's eyes were burning with anger, and he was a head taller than Hang Qing, only because of a slight hump, looking very wretched, and the expression on his face, making him look terrible. But how could Hang Qing fear him? After all, he wasn't the cruel and timid frontier, and he didn't inherit the frontier's fear of this man at all. He frowned, and reached out to the driver.

The driver certainly understood what he meant.

This is a gun.

Just as the driver was about to draw a gun, several cars suddenly surrounded him, and someone shouted, "No movement!"

Immediately after that, "The suspect is right, please follow us!"

The driver put his hand down, and Hang Qing slowly put his hand away. He was panicking. He looked at Hang Qing in disgust, and cursed: "The police you reported? Bitch your mother-in-law. Son, you **** dare to send you in again? You should be strangled to death when you were born! Don't you **** think you can be clean? Huh! "

Hang Qing frowned.

He didn't call the police at all, because he never expected that the person who touched the porcelain in front of the car was Bian Zheng. The police seemed to know that the man was a boxer. They just came at the side ... is this stupid eyed by the police? No, it's impossible. If the police found his trace, it should have caught him long ago, why should he indulge his side and talk to him?

The police quickly gathered around and knocked down mercilessly.

Then they glanced at Hang Qing, who was standing in the center.

Man dressed in a suit and white bow tie. The whole person looked like a black blade of grass finally blossoming a pure white flawless white flower. They glanced at Hangqing, and then looked at each other, and suddenly felt that the old man was really disgusting ...

It is so incredible that such an ugly old man can give birth to someone like Mr. Bian.

Bian Zheng was quickly detained in the car.

A man came to Hang Qing, and the man smiled: "I am Guan Yong, Jingshi Interpol Captain, Mr. Bian."

Hang glanced at him and nodded slightly: "Well, Guan team, I've seen you that day."

"Yeah ..." Guan Yong smiled and issued a search warrant: "Thank you for your cooperation, we need to search the side home."

Before Hang Qing spoke, the driver and his subordinates behind him were already cold, and looked at Guan Yong with a jealous look, all showing that they were offended. After all, this man is indeed the first person to dare to search the old house of Bianjia.

Guan Yong looked at Hang Qing with a smile as he could not see those sharp eyes.

Hang Qing certainly couldn't let him go.

"Okay," said Hang Qing, "driver, drive."

The driver froze, but immediately understood the meaning of coming over to Hang Qing.

There are as many industries under the border as there are major high-end residential areas throughout Jingshi. In addition, most of the houses are managed by someone. Even if they are taken directly to them now, those places are more or less like a home. They can still coax this Captain.

Guan Yong smiled and said, "Do you mind if I sit with you?"

"Please." Hang Qing glanced in the direction of being taken into the car before getting on the car.

At that moment, he really wanted to kill Bianzheng. Such a disgusting person living in the world is really a kind of harm to others. If you look at such a person more often, Hang Qing can't help but feel spicy eyes.

Waiting for the car, the driver quickly started the car to continue forward.

Guan Yong suddenly said: "Well, the direction is wrong. Is Mr. Bian's driver dazed? Can't even distinguish the direction? This is not the way to the old house in Bianjia. Or, you are Don't plan to take me home? "

Hang Qing's heart sank.

How does Guan Yong know the direction of Bianjia?

Worried that Guan Yong was cheating him, Hang Qing whispered: "Guan team, what direction is the home side, no one knows better than my driver."

Guan Yong smiled: "Otherwise I'll drive? I think your driver is really dizzy."

Hang Qing noticed that the green tendons on the driver's neck had slightly protruded, apparently tense to a certain state. If Guan Yong continued like this, the driver might be unable to help himself.

Hang Qing said coldly, "Then the Guan team will drive." He looked at Guan Yong's abacus.

Guan Yong smiled, got out of the car and walked to the driver's seat. He knocked on the window and replaced the driver. The driver's face was changed gloomily, and then he sat down beside Hang Qing.

Hang Qing frowned secretly.

Although everyone in the Bian family is perverted, one is better than six, and ordinary pervert murderers cannot compare with them. But these people do have fewer opportunities for change, and they are not good at concealing their emotions. They can show offended anger, but they should not show resistance. The more you resist, the more you tell Guan Yong, is there anything in the Bian family that you can't see?

But now this step has been reached, and it is useless to say more.

Hang Qingqiang set his heart.

"Let's drive." Hang Qing commanded the driver just as he instructed him, apparently disrespecting Guan Yong.

Guan Yong was not angry. He started the car with a smile, turned around, hit the road, and waited for the not-so-distant fork, Guan Yong went to the fork on the right like a familiar road. Hang Qing's eyes grew colder.

The police cars all the way behind followed them all in this direction.

It didn't take long for the car to follow the familiar route.

It really seems to be prepared. Although Hang Qing was surprised and unhappy, he didn't show the slightest sign on his face, and his hands were always placed on his knees peacefully. His manners were impeccable.

Soon the car stopped.

This is the first time this place has welcomed so many cars.

Guan Yong opened the door and went on, and also opened the door for Hang Qing "intimately". Guan Yong pointed to the front iron door and closed it tightly. There were a lot of big Han buildings outside, and he smiled, "Is this the home away from home? Am I right?"

The driver's and his men's faces changed.

Hang Qingdan said lightly: "The Guan team is really smart, so many people can't find it, the Guan team actually found it."

Guan Yong's face was faintly excited: "Can I take my team members in?"

"Please." Hang Qing walked in first after speaking.

The men shouted "Master", and then they looked at Guan Yong coldly, without any easing because they were police officers. Guan Yong was not angry, but grew more excited. He quickly picked up the huge building with people.

Hang Qing sat coldly on the sofa.

After a while, Guan Yong came down with a thick photo album.

He sat down in front of Hang Qing and said with a smile, "Do you mind if I turn it over?"

...

At the same time, Gong Tian noticed that someone had entered his office without permission, and the position of the white leather notebook was obviously shifted.

Gong Tian laughed angrily: "Are the thieves coming to the police station? What a great skill!"

A group of people trembled and went to monitor.