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Hearing this, Ye Chen not only showed a hint of surprise on his indifferent face, although he didn't spend much time in school, Ye Chen was indeed a little happy to meet his alumni thousands of miles away.

"Brother Sun, this kid is not a good guy. Maybe he knows the name of the president of Southeast University, and he deliberately tried to get close to you. Don't forget that we are interrogating prisoners."

Another JC reminded.

Ye Chen was not angry when he heard the words. After all, he is now a suspect. Although he was framed by that bastard Fei Centenary, the JCs in front of him should be ignorant, so there is nothing wrong with being so vigilant.

"I participated in the martial arts exchange competition on behalf of the school before, and won the first place. You can go to the forum of Southeast University to check this matter, or the essence of the post."

Seeing that Ye Chen was so confident, JC, who was still persuading Sun Yao just now, didn't talk nonsense, turned around and went out. After a while, when he came back, he nodded at Sun Yao, obviously acknowledging Ye Chen's words.

"I'm sorry, after all, we are handling a case, and we must act cautiously."

Sun Yao smiled at Ye Chen, and Ye Chen also nodded to express his understanding.

"Since you are a student of Southeast University, why do you appear here? Calculated by the month, you are not on vacation yet, right?"

It seemed that because Sun Yao and Ye Chen were alumni, the other policemen did not speak, but let Sun Yao interrogate on their behalf.

"Well, actually, I've talked to the principal about not going to school for a while."

Ye Chen explained.

"Not going to school? Is it because of something at home?"

Sun Yao asked.

"No, I just have some personal matters to attend to."

Regarding this, Ye Chen did not elaborate.

"Since you don't want to say it, and I won't force you, then let's talk about the killing of Taoist Flying Centipede."

"What did you say?!"

Ye Chen, who was leaning on the back of the chair calmly, suddenly sat up straight when he heard the words, and looked at Sun Yao in surprise:

"You said that Taoist Flying Centipede is dead?"

Sun Yao has worked as a JC for more than ten years, interrogated countless suspects, and is confident that he can see through any criminal's acting skills, but when he saw Ye Chen's performance, a trace of doubt flashed across his brow.

Ye Chen's performance did not appear to be artificial at all, it was completely real, as if he only knew the news for the truth.

"Don't you know about it?"

Sun Yao calmed down and asked.

Ye Chen also woke up from the shock and shook his head.

"So that's it. Do you suspect that I killed him?"

"From the evidence so far, it does appear that way."

Sun Yao nodded.

"I don't have to kill him, but before that, I need to know, why do you think I killed him?"

Ye Chen looked at Sun Yao and asked.

"Are we asking you or are you interrogating us? Note that you are the suspect now! You don't need to care about anything else, just answer our questions seriously. If you are not the murderer, we will never wrong you!"

A JC next to him reminded Ye Chen with a bad expression.

"Listen to me too. I didn't kill anyone, but I can be sure that this matter is indeed related to me. If you want to solve the case as soon as possible, you'd better listen to me, and"

Ye Chen leaned back in the chair again, squinting at the JC who warned him just now:

"Remember next time, if there is something you can't be the master of, first of all, don't deny or reject it. Remember to find someone who can make the master's decision, not to bluff people here. The investigation depends on clues and people or things that provide clues. , not by loud voice!"

Ye Chen's last sentence used his true energy, and JC who was sitting opposite him suddenly felt as if he was attacked by a Buddhist lion's roar, his eyes darkened, and he almost fell off his chair. Under protection, it has not been affected.

Ye Chen, on the other hand, turned his gaze to the mirror, or the person behind the mirror.

"If you want to know the truth, let your boss come and talk to me."

Behind the mirror, Zhang Ju and the young man who left before were staring at Ye Chen.

"This kid is too arrogant, I'll send someone to deal with him!"

The young JC said angrily.

"Don't be impulsive. This young man is interesting. The previous murder may not have been done by him."

Bureau Zhang stopped the young JC, and took a puff of cigarette with great interest.

"Zhang Bureau, the identity of the other kid has been found out."

A female JC walked in holding a stack of documents:

"The young man's name is Hao Mingbai, twenty-six years old. He worshiped at the Heavenly Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain in the early years. He went down the mountain three years ago and opened a Fengshui consulting company in Donghang. He mainly helps people choose Yin houses and explore the Feng Shui of Yang houses. , other than that, nothing special."

Longhushan Tianshi Mansion?

Zhang Ju and the young JC cheered up, this place is not ordinary.

"Well, what about this young man named Ye Chen?"

Zhang Ju calmed down and asked again.

Hearing Bureau Zhang's question, the policewoman showed a look of embarrassment.

"That... Director Zhang, about the young man named Ye Chen, we only know that he is a freshman at Southeast University, and he has a lot to do with the sudden merger of the two major groups in Southeast City some time ago. Other than that, nothing."

"Huh? Is this gone?"

The young JC on the side couldn't help but turn dark when he heard this:

"What does your department do, and you can't even find out your personal information?"

The female policeman was a little aggrieved when she heard the words:

"The information on the young man named Ye Chen is top secret. Our police station has insufficient authority. What can I do?"

As soon as the policewoman said this, Ju Zhang and the young JC were taken aback.

"What are you talking about, that kid's information is top secret?!"

Zhang Ju asked again as if he didn't believe it.

"That's right, so it's not our fault."

said the policewoman.

"Go back first, it's not your fault."

Director Zhang waved his hand to signal the policewoman to leave, his face gradually became serious.

"Zhang Bureau, what is the origin of this kid? His identity is still top secret. Could it be that he is some wanted criminal?"

Young JC stepped forward.

"Xiaohui, I know you are still brooding over your brother's death, that's why you asked your father to transfer you here, but you can't be impulsive when investigating a case, we are JC, what we have to do is to investigate and find out the truth , instead of relying on your own speculation to take it for granted to identify the murderer, do you understand?"

Zhang Ju sighed and said lightly.

"I understand Bureau Zhang."

When Geng Hui heard this, the unwillingness on his face faded, and he finally said in a deep voice.

"Well, let's go and meet this young man with me."

Zhang Ju patted Geng Hui on the shoulder, and then walked out the door.