Merry Cop

Of course Dida couldn't guess it. If he could guess it, he wouldn't have to ask Geng Dan.

Geng Dan's speed was fast, it was indeed fast, but it was far from the speed of a bullet. She just concentrated on staring at Wei Dalong's finger about to pull the trigger, and only moved her head to the side when she realized that his finger was exerting force. The direction of the muzzle gave way, and when he fired, he just dodged, and only then did he get the fatal blow from behind.If Wei Dalong had fired earlier, when she was moving, she could have fired twice, and she couldn't see the movements of her fingers clearly from such a long distance, so naturally she couldn't dodge the bullets, it was his hesitation and his fear , cost him his life.

The news of Wei Dalong's murder spread quickly, and Chen Tian, ​​who had died as a dog, was furious, slapping the table and cursing.

"Isn't it just that Wei Dalong died?" Huang Huanran who was sitting on the side was very calm.

"Is it as simple as the death of Wei Dalong? His old man Huang knew that Wei Dalong was mine, but he still attacked him. What does it mean, provoking me?" Chen Tian stared: "I must avenge this revenge." , if this kind of breath can be swallowed, how can I, Chen Tian, ​​come out to mess around in the future?"

"Before Wei Dalong died, Mr. Huang started to kill women." Huang Huanran took out a cigarette, put it firmly on the table, knocked it a few times, and put it under his nose to smell it.

"It doesn't matter to me if he dies." Chen Tian was completely immersed in the pain of his own son's death.

"Why did you die? Who killed it? Why did Mr. Huang attack Wei Dalong?" Huang Huanran smiled and put on a cigarette, but he was not in a hurry to light it.

"You mean that someone is obstructing it, making Mr. Huang think that I killed him? That's why he attacked my people?" Chen Tian finally calmed down a little.

"Since someone can make Mr. Huang think that you killed his woman, he can make you think that it was Mr. Huang who killed Wei Dalong. This is the most basic truth. There must be many things we don't know about it." Huang Huanran lit a cigarette leisurely: "If you don't go to the root of everything, what you see is only the surface."

"Did Wei Dalong die just like that? He died for nothing?" Chen Tiantian said in a whimper.

"Talk, talk to Mr. Huang."

The prisoners in the prison are having a group release. Since Zhou Fuhai became the acting warden, the prisoners are not forced to work every day. They are given two days of rest every week, and their working time is limited to eight hours. , how much you do can't be used as the basis for measuring whether a person is eligible for commutation, and the level of knowledge must also be improved. Ku Dali strives to get out of prison as soon as possible and continue to struggle at the bottom of society. If he returns after a long time, he might as well just stay in there and study hard.

Seeing a group of female prisoners chatting and laughing in the empty space, Zhou Fuhai felt a kind of pride from the bottom of his heart. Before, the prison water was always a lifeless place.

This is the new breath he is currently bringing to this prison reform.

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Ting lay on the railing next to Zhou Fuhai, expressionless.

"Look at them, how nice it is." Zhou Fuhai pointed to a group of prisoners and said, "This should not be a place for them to feel fear, but a stage for them to repent positively."

"Wei Dalong is dead." Zhang Ting said very calmly.

"You are not sad." Zhou Fuhai turned around and leaned against the railing, staring at Zhang Ting for a while.

"I thought I would be very sad, but I didn't expect it. I didn't feel it at all." Zhang Ting shook her head: "It's just a pity for him. People, if you do unrighteous things, you will die yourself."

"Are you warning me?" Zhou Fuhai disagreed.

"So you've been doing a lot of unrighteousness?" Zhang Ting said, "You killed him, right?"

"I don't have that ability. If I really caused the death, can I still stand here honestly." Zhou Fuhai spread his hands, expressing his innocence.

"Even if you didn't kill it, you died because of you." Zhang Ting said with certainty: "I know he found a woman named Lu Xiaoya recently, but her identity is not a pure student at all, but A young lady in the provincial capital, why didn't Wei Dalong think to go and check it?"

"The authorities are obsessed." Zhou Fuhai took out the cigarette, hesitated for a moment, lit it up, and took a deep breath. What Zhang Ting can find, others can too.

"She is a friend of a girl named Jasmine, and Jasmine is yours." Zhang Ting looked at Zhou Fuhai: "How do you think I should think about it?"

"Want to expose me?" Zhou Fuhai protruded a cloud of smoke, and his face was filled with smoke.

"You can step on other people's shoulders, why can't I?" Zhang Ting became more calm: "From the moment I knew he had another woman, I knew it was a conspiracy, so I started to investigate .”

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