Entertainment: My seven stunning goddess sisters

You can search "Entertainment: My Seven Stunning Goddess Sisters Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!While talking with the police officer, a middle-aged man in simple clothes entered the police station.

Because Huafeng several people are sitting in the lobby.

So the middle-aged man walked up to their table and asked coweringly: "I am Han Ting's uncle. The police officer called me to come here."

Hearing that he was Han Ting's uncle, Hua Feng couldn't help but glance more.

This man is dressed as a typical migrant worker, with a few drops of unwashed white ash on his unclean hair.

The shoulders and elbows of the suit jacket have been tanned gray, and the black pants are full of lime dots.

He looked like a manual worker, his skin was dark yellow and rough, and the wrinkles on the corners of his eyes were reborn.

The police officer took a look at him and told him to sit on another table and wait a while.

Then the police officer said to Huafeng, "Mr. Huafeng, we already know the general situation. Thank you for your cooperation with our work."

Hua Feng stood up and shook his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, if you have any needs in the future, just call me directly."

After that, the police officer took the record book and sat opposite the middle-aged man.

Suddenly Zhang Yue was going to the bathroom, and Hua Feng had to sit back again.

He couldn't help but turn his attention to the middle-aged man.

I only heard the police officer say to the middle-aged man: "Last night, Han Ting lost herself in the rental house. We couldn't contact her parents, so we called you over."

The middle-aged man listened and hung his head for a long time without speaking.

The police officer looked at him and continued to ask, "Can you represent her parents?"

The middle-aged man nodded, and after a long while, he touched his eyes with his sleeve and said, "My brother is just such a child..." After speaking, he sighed long.

The police officer is not feeling well, "We have confirmed that she is from the sand... But you have to take the body back."

Hearing, the middle-aged man raised his head and whispered: "You don't dispose of the corpse?"

The police officer was a little surprised and shook his head and said, "We have no right to deal with it."

"Oh." The middle-aged man thought for a while and said: "Our hometown is in Sichuan and Chongqing, how can the corpse be sent back?"

"Usually, corpses are transported."

"Then... it will cost a lot of money."

The police officer was stunned and said: "From Beijing to Sichuan and Chongqing, it is probably not cheap, but if you need it, I can contact you."

The middle-aged man furrowed his brows, and said after a while: "Forget it, we don't need it, you can help me deal with it!"

The police officer listened to the news, froze in place, not knowing how to answer.

Hua Feng and Zhang Yue, who just came out of the bathroom, looked at the middle-aged man with incomprehension.

The middle-aged man's shoulders were half short, and he lowered his head and said, "My brother is left in his hometown. He is not in good spirits. How can I transport him back? I can't get enough to eat.

Although the police officer was a little angry, he looked at the middle-aged man's attire and said after tolerating:

"In this case, you have come to a statement agreeing to our disposal of the corpse. After that, the corpse will be kept in the funeral home for 15 days and then cremated. The ashes will be kept for up to three years."

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The police officer shook his head and said, "You wait, I'll take a form!"

After the police officer left, the middle-aged man turned his back, his shoulders trembled and his cry was suppressed and sad.

Hua Feng stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

The man resisted the cry and turned around to look at Hua Feng.

"You really don't want Han Ting's body?"

The man shook his head: "I can't help it. No one cares if I pull it back."

When I was young, the police officer took a form and pointed the middle-aged man to complete it step by step.

The middle-aged man has a very low level of education, and his writing is crooked.

Seeing him finished writing, the police officer scratched his head and said, "The cost of entrusting the funeral home to cremate and preserve the ashes is 890 yuan, you can pay it."

The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide in surprise, with muddy tears hanging on his cheeks.

"I have asked you to dispose of the corpse, why do you need money?"

The police officer explained: "The family asked us to dispose of the dead body because it needs..."

Hua Feng interrupted gently: "It's okay, I'll give it."

The middle-aged man glanced at Hua Feng, then smiled reluctantly and said, "This little brother, thank you."

Huafeng said, “It’s okay.”

He couldn't bear to say, "If you want to take Han Ting's body home, I can help you."

The middle-aged man replied: "Pull it back and no one will bury it, forget it!"

Hua Feng nodded and stopped talking.

The matter was handled almost, Huafeng and Zhang Yue left the police station.

On the way, Huafeng received a call from Huage.

"Feng, where are you?"

"I just came out of the police station. Didn't Han Ting have an accident? I will cooperate with the investigation."

"Oh, then you come back soon, it's exploded on Weibo."

After hanging up the phone, Huafeng opened Weibo.

It turned out that after the police issued Han Ting's death notice, netizens attributed her self-sufficiency to Hua Feng.

Because, before Han Ting's Weibo was first exposed to everyone, it was through Huafeng.

Many self-media and even authoritative official media have also published articles.

They agreed that, as public figures, you should not hang fans.

Public figures have a lot of social influence, they will hang out amateurs, and amateurs tend to experience very large online violence.

It can be said that it is because of Huafeng that many netizens scold Han Ting to Zisha.

Hua Feng frowned and hissed, leaning back on the back seat of the car.