Super Perfect Love Handbook

Chapter 372 Sent to Prison No. 8

Chapter 372 Sent to Prison No. 8

After Hua Muchen asked Yang Rui which sub-bureau the other party was from, he said, "You don't have to worry about the affairs at the police station. Do you have a computer in your hand now? Go to the school's surveillance system and record all the videos near the incident. Make a copy for me. No, make a copy of all the videos where she appears."

"Okay." After Yang Rui finished speaking, he hurried to a place with a computer and turned on one.

Line after line of code that others cannot understand is entered on the screen.

Yang Rui stared at the computer screen, his expression deepened bit by bit, becoming ugly.

"Shit!" Yang Rui slapped the keyboard heavily, took out his phone and typed again.

Hua Muchen sat on the chair under the stage, kept his mobile phone in his hands, and kept his eyes on the screen of the mobile phone.

"Chen, what do you think of my acting in that scene just now?" Ye Qian asked softly as she walked up to Hua Muchen's side during a break after the scene.

"Well, very good." Hua Muchen replied absent-mindedly.

"Really, then..."

Before Ye Qian finished speaking, she was interrupted by the ringtone from Hua Muchen's cell phone.

Hua Muchen looked at the caller ID on his phone, stood up, and walked aside before answering the call.

"Flower, I'm one step late. All the monitoring records in the monitoring room have been cleared."

Hua Muchen tightened his grip on the phone, and after a long while, he whispered, "I see."

Yang Rui was waiting for Hua Muchen to continue to issue other orders, but the phone hung up.

He didn't know what to do for a while, whether to continue to investigate, or to go back and continue rehearsing.

Just as Hua Muchen left, Ye Qian's phone rang.

Ye Qian looked at the caller ID, but didn't answer it immediately. She glanced at her surroundings before standing up and walking to the corner to answer it.

"Hey, how are things going?" Ye Qian asked.

"She was taken to the police station. It's up to you what you want to do. Also, are the things I want ready?" A mechanical voice with a changed voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Don't worry, it's already ready." Ye Qian hung up the phone and found another number to call.

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Xia An'an and Lu Ran, who were brought to the police station, were immediately asked by the police to hand over their mobile phones.

The two didn't refute anything, and honestly followed the police's request.

The police took the two to the small house, asked some questions, and made a record.

"The record is finished, can you give us back the phone and let us go?" Xia Anan said to the young policeman opposite.

The young policeman secretly took a look at his boss sitting in the office. He had just received an order from his boss to put Xia Anan and the three of them in Prison No. 8.

Obviously, Xia An'an and the three of them cooperated to make a record. They are the victims, so they should be released logically.

But he didn't understand why the boss asked him to lock up people and put them in that kind of prison.

You must know that Prison No. 8 is full of prisoners who have just been arrested. There are gang members who often fight and make trouble, and there are even murderers. Even the police like them usually feel quite a headache.

Such a skinny boy and two delicate girls are locked in, that's the rhythm of being bullied by the people inside.

But these were orders from his superiors, and he had to listen to them.

The young policeman had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Not yet, not yet. Your record is different from that of that group of people. You can't leave until the matter is investigated clearly and there is no evidence. Please follow me to where you need to stay. The place."

 [There are a lot of location switching in these chapters, everyone should pay attention when reading the article~]

  
 
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