I'm not a super cop

Chapter 183 Misuse of words?
"I don't know. Anyway, I have been working as a security guard for two years, and his temper has become more and more weird."

The little security guard said cautiously in a low voice, "Now that he has got his seniority, no one can control him. If someone in the hospital accidentally provokes him, he will jump into the air and scold him.... I heard that he once talked with Neighbors were arguing, and they nearly chopped people up with a knife!"

"Prone to violence." Mo Xiaobei looked at Xiao Ran meaningfully.

Zhang Lei rubbed his stomach that just got up with one hand, hung the recorder on his chest with the other, and shouted weakly: "Director Feng!"

There was a silence in the corridor, whether it was the nurse passing by carefully or the little doctors who were being trained, they all raised their heads and looked over in surprise: Someone dared to interrupt Director Feng when he was training people. So brave?Don't think about it!
"What about you? Stomach pain and appendix cut?"

Feng Zihao looked at Zhang Lei with a gloomy face. After all, Zhang Lei stretched out most of the night yesterday, and now he is covering his stomach with one hand, and his face is still a little sickly yellow. If he didn't pay attention to the recorder on Zhang Lei's chest, he really thought he was coming to see a doctor.

"Go and wait to see a doctor first, and go to other hospitals if you can't wait, I don't have time to show you right now!"

Feng Zihao had a fierce look on his face, what do you mean you don't have time now?Obviously, he was already training people when he was free, so he said this because he was upset and didn't want to talk to Zhang Lei, a 'patient'.

Sensing that the situation was getting worse, the little nurse who hurried away made a gesture to Zhang Lei when she turned the corner, signaling him to say something nice.

"I'm not sick!" Zhang Lei felt slightly annoyed and raised his voice.

Feng Zihao frowned, and the eyebrows that were close to each other immediately turned into unlined eyebrows: "I'm not sick, what kind of trouble are you making here, I don't think I'm busy..."

"Police!" Xiao Ran didn't want to listen to any more nonsense, so he took out his ID and said coldly.

"What's wrong with the police! Police...police..."

Feng Zihao said casually, but softened halfway through his words, "Police?...What's the matter? We don't have conflicts between doctors and patients..."

"I need to ask you about something!" Mo Xiaobei interrupted Feng Zihao.

"Oh."

Feng Zihao blinked his eyes a few times, and said slowly: "Wait a minute, I'm going to have an operation."

"Can't other people do it?" Zhang Lei snapped. If Feng Zihao were to be operated on now, the time for one operation would be enough for him to understand many things.

"Others? You said them?"

Feng Zihao pointed to the little doctor in front of him, and said with a sneer, "They are all interns, and I am the only surgeon who is free now.

Of course, if you insist on looking for me to understand the situation now, then you can only go to them, but if the patient has any problems, you will be responsible. "

"Okay. We'll be waiting for you." Xiao Ran stared at Feng Zihao, and raised the corner of his mouth with a pun.

Feng Zihao didn't speak, he glanced at Xiao Ran, walked past Xiao Ran with a few interns, and rushed to the operating room.

When the interns behind him walked by, they still gave Xiao Ran a thankful look. If Xiao Ran and the others didn't come, they might have to continue to be trained.

"This guy is so domineering, there are nearly 40 of them, he lives alone, he manipulates a scalpel every day, and quarrels with others by the way. —Is he a psychopath?"

Zhang Lei rubbed his still uncomfortable stomach, and couldn't help complaining: "If I get appendicitis in the future, I won't let him cut it to death! I feel that Yu Yu is better than him, so why be arrogant!"

Xiao Ran was leaning on the wall beside the door of the operating room with his arms folded. Hearing this, he slowly raised his head and looked at Zhang Lei quietly: "Are you sure you want Yu Yu to cut it for you?"

"……Ha ha."

Zhang Lei couldn't help thinking of the scene of Yu Yu holding a scalpel and staring at the ribs in a daze, his heart suddenly became cold, and his stomach hurt more and more.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead with lingering fear, Zhang Lei said angrily again: "Obviously the three of us ate the same hot pot, why am I the only one with diarrhea?"

"You are false."

Mo Xiaobei spat out two words expressionlessly, and Zhang Lei's complexion turned from yellow to white, and the sweat on his forehead became heavier.

"It's a deficiency of the spleen and stomach." Xiao Ran added.

"That's fine, that's fine..."

Zhang Lei forced a perfunctory smile, but secretly swore in his heart that he would never eat hot pot again in his life! ——Even if you go to eat, you will never touch the spicy Jiugongge!
About half an hour later, Feng Zihao finished the operation, and then took another 10 minutes to change his clothes, and then slowly walked into his office with the three of them.

"Sit anywhere."

Feng Zihao patted the big leather chair in front of his desk, sat down on it, leaned against the back of the chair, and looked at Xiao Ran with a relaxed expression: "Three police officers, what do you need..."

"Xi Ruxiang!"

Before Feng Zihao could finish speaking, Xiao Ran uttered these three words concisely and forcefully. His eyes were firmly fixed on Feng Zihao, not letting go of any expression or movement of Feng Zihao.

"Seat..."

Feng Zihao didn't show panic, he still leaned on the back of the chair relaxedly, but slightly opened his eyes: "Xi Ruxiang?... Are you still investigating this case?"

Xiao Ran expressed his expression calmly, but he already had a judgment in his heart.

Feng Zihao must have made psychological adjustments during the operation, and his question was also ambiguous. He probably wanted to know if the police were investigating the Xi Ruxiang case again, so he could prepare a countermeasure.

"What do you say?"

Xiao Ran's answer was also vague, and he asked instead: "Where were you when Xi Ruxiang was killed?"

Feng Zihao was silent for two seconds, as if recalling the past, "Qiandao Lake, where were my friends and I playing at that time?"

"You didn't look for a job then?" Mo Xiaobei asked.

Feng Zihao shook his head: "Looking for a job? I have never looked for a job in my life..."

"Where did you live back then?" Xiao Ran asked.

"Wangjiang Road Drum Tower Community..." Feng Zihao replied calmly.

"It's not far from the three places where the corpses were dumped back then."

Xiao Ran said lightly, and when he looked up at Feng Zihao, he found that Feng Zihao was also looking at him calmly, "It's not far away. When I came back from a trip, when I heard that Xi Ruxiang was thrown near my house, I was so worried. shocked."

Xiao Ran nodded. It seemed that Feng Zihao had been prepared for a long time, and it was difficult to catch his loopholes with sudden verbal provocation, so he continued to ask: "When you were visiting Qiandao Lake back then, did you go back to the city on the way? Yes. Who can testify against you?"

"My cousin and the waiter in the hotel can all testify for me. ... Oh, there are proofs written at that time, and they are all handed over to your police. You can go back and look them up."

Feng Zihao said expressionlessly: "Besides, it's more than 200 miles away from the urban area, how can it be possible to go back when I come back?"

"Did you meet Xi Ruxiang when you were in college? What kind of person is she like in life?" Xiao Ran asked.

"Contact?... Yes, I said a few words, but I didn't like girls when I was in college."

Feng Zihao crossed his index fingers on his lap, looked out of the window with deep eyes, and recalled: "Xi Ruxiang... Xi Ruxiang was pretty good at the time, quiet and lively, well, I didn't have much contact with her, that's probably how it is."

"Tranquil and lively? These two words are not suitable to be used together." Xiao Ran's eyes flickered, the corners of his mouth slightly twitched, and his smile was meaningful.

Feng Zihao's eyelids twitched, he laughed and said, "Well, I'm not good at Chinese, I always use words indiscriminately..."

Xiao Ran smiled and said nothing, watched Mo Xiaobei finish recording, and changed the subject: "It's been so many years, why haven't you been married?"

(End of this chapter)