Solving the Case: My Teacher is Ji Jie

and so.

Everyone had a smile on their face.

"Team Zheng, the group's third-class merit, you can't be stingy as a team leader! You have to treat yourself!" "Okay, treat, I'll take you to a good place after work tomorrow afternoon!" Zheng Yimin smiled mysteriously, revealing a wisp Indescribably proud.

This piqued everyone's curiosity. "Old Zheng, where are you taking us?"

Huang Tao's eyes widened, and he looked at Zheng Yimin curiously.but……

I don't know what this kid is thinking.

Obviously still a little handsome.

Matched with the expression on his face, it became more and more wretched.

"Wow, Huang Tao, you are so wretched!" Bai Ling glanced at Huang Tao, then looked at Zheng Yimin, "Zheng group, can sister Ji and I go to the place you are going?" "Yes! "As soon as the words were spoken.

Zheng Yimin noticed something.

Immediately gave Bai Ling a big white eye. "No, what do you think? Bai Ling?" "Do you think I, Zheng Yimin, look like that kind of person?" "I'm here to show you art."

With that said, Zheng Yimin took out what looked like a stack of tickets from his bag. "This is from a friend of mine. There are seven tickets in total."

"After work tomorrow, we'll go to the theater!" "Oh? What are the tickets? Movies?" Bai Ling got up quickly.

I grabbed a ticket and looked at it.

next moment.

There was only loss on Bai Ling's face. "Hi."

"What am I supposed to be?" "It turned out to be that."

"What?" Huang Tao asked curiously.

"It's just two actors, the place is not big, the scene remains the same, and the audience is full of excitement." "Oh?"

Huang Tao's face instantly turned red.

Turning to look at Zheng Yimin, "We, can we still go to that kind of place?" "What kind of place! Bai Ling, you should mislead people." "Cross talk!"

"It's cross talk!" Zheng Yimin patted the table a few times.

"The performance of the old artist Mr. Sun Baomin is quite famous in our city east area." "Hey, cross talk!" Huang Tao sighed in disappointment.

"What age is it now, who still looks at that thing!" "You young people, you don't understand art." Zeng Keqiang took a ticket.

"Do you think it's easy to talk about cross talk? That's more than ten years of work. In a word, go or not!" "I'll go." "I'll go too."

"I see it too, it's hard for Zheng Group to treat guests, don't kill Bai, don't kill!" Bai Ling also took a ticket with a smile. "Then I'll go too."

"Okay, it's all for tomorrow." Qin Feng stood up.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "get off work."

"Let's go, I'll invite you to dinner. I'm in a good mood today. You can choose any place you want. Don't worry about the price. I can still pay for a meal." "Okay! That's what you said."

Went to the top Yanshi restaurant in Yanshi for a meal.

Eat till eleven o'clock at night.

Everyone left the hotel contentedly and went back to their respective homes.

The next day.

There are no cases.

Everyone also dealt with the follow-up of Yu Ping's case step by step.

When it's time for get off work.

We went to the theater together to watch cross talk.

Take a (good) seat.

Soon.

The actor is on stage.

A total of two.

A man in his [-]s is the old artist Sun Baomin that Zheng Yimin said.

A forty years old or so.

I heard that he was Sun Baomin's apprentice.

This age is still quite young in this industry.but……

Although Qin Feng doesn't know how to do it, he can still hear it.

This [-]-year-old cross talk actor has good strength.

Compared with his master beside him, he was not too stubborn.

later.

The young man was talking, and he didn't know what was wrong.

He even covered his stomach.

Immediately it landed on the table. "what?"

Sun Baomin was startled and hurried to help his apprentice.

But his apprentice was not something he could support at all.

He fell to the ground in a hurry. "Quick! Save my apprentice!" "Save my apprentice!"

Sun Baomin made a shrill cry for help.

Ps: Something happened today, one chapter is missing, I will fill in the missing one for everyone at [-]:[-] in the morning. .

Chapter 196 It's Not That Simple

"Brother! Brother, what's the matter with you?"

A little fat man in a suit who looked like he was only twelve or thirteen years old ran onto the stage and threw himself on the fallen middle-aged man. "Something happened!" As a criminal, the sense of justice in his heart is all there.

Seeing this scene, the six groups of people all stood up subconsciously. "Bai Ling, call and call an ambulance."

"It's not far from the nearest third hospital, and soon the hospital will be able to send someone here." Zheng Yimin said anxiously.

"Then why don't we just send people to the hospital?" Bai Ling asked curiously. "no!"

Don't wait for Zheng Yimin to reply.

Qin Feng bluntly denied Bai Ling's proposal.

"No one knows why this person fainted."

"If you move him casually, it is very likely to cause secondary damage to him and aggravate his condition." "Professional things should be left to professional people." "Go, don't let those two move him!" , Qin Feng ran out.

Came to the stage first.

Together with the rest of the sixth group, they separated Sun Baomin from the [-]- or [-]-year-old fat man.

Soon.

The ambulance came and took the person to the hospital.

In order to save people to the end.

The principle of sending Buddha to West.

Six groups of people came to the emergency room together.

Waiting quietly.

Less than ten minutes.

The emergency room door opened.

A middle-aged male doctor wearing glasses walked out shaking his head while taking off his mask.

His face was heavy.

"Who brought the patient here?"

"It's us, doctor, how is the patient's condition?" Zheng Yimin was the first to walk over and asked anxiously. "Oh..." "Dead!"

The middle-aged male doctor sighed.

"He was already dead when he entered the emergency room, and we didn't rescue him." "Dead?" Zheng Yimin was startled.

"What kind of disease is this, why is it so urgent?" "Sick?"

"You think this is a disease?" The doctor gave Zheng Yimin a look. "Report jing."

"Looking at the symptoms, it's a Chinese duo." "Chinese duo?"

Six groups of people gathered around in unison!

If it is sick and dead, it has nothing to do with the six groups.

But if Zhongdu died.

That would be different!

中du is an accidental death.

This requires six groups of people to figure out the situation.

Inadvertent poisoning?

Or suicide?

Or, simply kill him?

There must be a definite result!

"Hello, we are from the serious crime team." Zheng Yimin hurriedly took out his credentials. "We took this case."

"By the way, do you know what kind of du he is in?"

"I do not know."