when the moon whispers

Six accomplices in the case

Twenty-eight insulation (Part 1)

The evening news on the car radio had just begun to broadcast the city's news bulletins. Jiang Mo turned off the car lights and released the accelerator. He looked around like a thief at the two radios in the front yard of the city bureau's main entrance with their car ceiling lights on, waiting for the first call. The media car carrying the news, sighed incomprehensibly and greeted the colleague on duty at the side door of the backyard, turned around and wiped the steering wheel, and quietly squeezed her big black Jeep into the two official vehicles in the laboratory department. In the middle of the field service vehicle with rusty doors, he let go of Xiaomi Lu, who was halfway up the "Three Urgents", shuffled through the cotton curtain at the back door of the main building, and bumped into a figure who was speeding out.

Jiang Mo staggered in two steps, holding the back of his neck that was shaken by the iron and stone wall. He raised his eyelids and saw Wen Chen's eyes widened, waiting for her to "dong" with the cotton curtain on the back of her head. He knocked on the door with a muffled sound, then slowly picked up her arm, sneered and stretched out his hand to rub the back of her head, "It's only been a few days since we last met, so we're going to knock on one when we meet?"

Jiang Mo first thought that this man was unkind and wanted to harm her smooth and flowing hair that had just been washed early this morning. He subconsciously turned aside, and while he was hissing, he saw the loneliness that suddenly flashed across his face, but he still couldn't help it. Before she could think about the old relationship between the two of them, Wen Chen had already looked at Xiao Cui Liang, who was emptying a cart of drinking water outside the gap in the door curtain, and let go of his hand. He pushed the collar of her coat toward the corridor, helped pull the cotton curtain to the side, and asked in a confused manner: "...Is that guy named Shao reliable?"

"Ah?" Jiang Mo was stunned for two seconds, then turned around and helped Xiao Cui Liang drag the cart, which was a little overweighted by the bucket, to the ramp leading to the corridor. He turned around and clicked. Following Wen Chen's question, he moved his still awkward neck inexplicably, "Shao Jie?... That's true. Why did he hit you?"

Jiang Mo was mid-sentence when he suddenly remembered that Liu Shui's number was on the anti-narcotics criminal investigation roster, and that he was constantly sorting things out with Liang Ming and Jiang Weili. What happened?"

"That's not true." Wen Chen noticed the urgency that appeared on Jiang Mo's face for almost an instant. He smiled and shook his head, "Your detachment is quite lively today. In the morning, there were family members of the deceased who died suddenly in the heart-breaking case, and in the afternoon, there were people who died suddenly. The boss's Fu'an Xingcheng team is clamoring, just now - anyway, you will find out when you return to your team's office later, and the declaration of sovereignty will be announced in our anti-drug room..."

Wen Chen raised his eyebrows, and he could probably guess who the gossip was that deliberately sneaked to the door of their office. He lowered his eyes and looked at the man in front of him who never left a chance to think too much when turning pages and pages. Unlucky, he waved his hand and was about to go out. He half-stretched his body into the wind and then suddenly pulled back. He turned around and shouted at Jiang Mo: "You went to Shengcheng International today, right?"

"Chen Zuoyi had some interactions with Liang Ji before the accident last night, so I asked as usual. I heard that this guy has a good relationship with Liang Ming -" Jiang Mo weighed Wen Chen's hesitant words and ran towards the corridor. After walking a long way, he turned back a few steps and poked his head along the wall: "Is this guy also on your priority list?"

"Chen Zuoyi is still not in line with me... I have to rush over after receiving a report. To make a long story short." Wen Chen raised his arms and looked at the time, cleared his throat and spoke concisely: "Liang Ji is currently trying to think of a way to get Liang Ji back." Some of the businesses that Ming handles are outside the scope of the group. I don't know if he wants to withdraw the main legal person or how to do it, including but not limited to the branch of Shengcheng Jisu. It's useless for Liang Ming to beg his grandfather and grandma now. He has a lot of money in his hands. Quan's business is all under the noses of Sixth Floor Abacus and our team. If he makes a mistake - not to mention whether he can save his pants, his life will be lost. So Liang Ming doesn't know what kind of sword he has used in the past two days. His crooked mind..."

Jiang Mo raised his eyes and saw Wen Chen raising his eyebrows at the end of his words. Later he recalled the figure of the assistant who had followed Liang Ming several times in the Shengcheng International Building. He blinked in confusion and confusion: "...What is his plan here?"

"In a hurry, don't forget that Ma Xuhong's car accident has not yet been resolved. Anyway, I want to remind you to pay more attention. Liang Ming definitely has some tricks up his sleeve." Wen Chen left everything behind. Jiang Mo leaned against the wall and pondered aimlessly for a long time. After all, he should just put this indifferent reminder in his pocket and ran straight to it. In front of the criminal investigation office door, which had had its nails replaced, Cui Liang, who had just returned from delivering a few buckets of water to the economic investigation office on the sixth floor and the top floor office, pulled the door panel and moved it, and was picked up on the back of his head. Gu Xingwei, who took the document from Zhu Silai's hand and rolled it into a paper tube, took a few steps and knocked out the paper.

"Everyone in the group is going crazy. You didn't even look at it, right... Hurry up and write a letter to your wife to express your love for the police and the people - no, the revolutionary friendship between you two has been elevated a little bit. Well, that would be to express my sincere gratitude to the families of the police officers for their care."

"I'm driving on the road." Only then did Jiang Mo remember to dig into his pocket. He took out his cell phone, which seemed to be vibrating all the way in his pocket, and glanced at it. Then he flipped through the funny jokes on the screen and stuttered for a while. After saying this, he turned around and slapped the unusual take-out lunch boxes on the desks and trash cans in the room. His ears started to tingle: "These... are all sent by Shao Jie?"

"Everything... all... was sent by someone else. He even brought it with him when our office went out on a business trip. I was afraid of wasting it, so I asked Lao Song to send a few boxes to the anti-narcotics department."

Gu Xing curled his eyes, swung the folder and tapped her head lightly, "He was also worried that it was against the rules and we couldn't accept it, so he sent a message to Lotte specifically saying that he contacted their unit to make this box lunch. The meal was prepared by the aunt. They left early for the Shenning competition and forgot to tell the aunt that the purchased ingredients would be wasted if not eaten. The cost inside and outside was the red envelope he gave when he asked the aunt for help. Let's not mind... …”

Gu Xing raised his hand and handed the document back to Zhu Silai's hand. He tilted his head and motioned for him to wait in the small conference room first. He turned his head and pressed Jiang Mo's shoulder as he was about to lift his leg to follow, and lifted her collar up. She turned around, raised her chin and tapped the thermos bucket on her desk from a distance.

"Han Lu had an affair with Chen Zuoyi at the bar in front of the mountain. Lotte'er's inquiries and evidence collection were not sufficient. I just asked Huang Xingjun to take him to make up for it. We will have a meeting later to wait for my news. It will take these ten or eight minutes. Let’s eat first and then talk about it...don’t live up to your good wife’s conscience.”

Due to work and health reasons, I will be working on another day~

"Flowers fall to make tea, and pines grow to sober up the wind."

I wish you abundance and peace of mind~