"It's nothing, it's really nothing!" Peng Jiang smiled slightly, but the two lines of tears flowed down unscrupulously.

"How old is you, you're still crying." Fang Chaoyang hurriedly wiped her tears, kissed her smooth forehead again, but her hugged her tighter.

"I just don't understand why I could have enjoyed quiet time, but this is how it turned out to be like this." Peng Jiang choked.

At this moment, Fang Chaoyang felt deeply guilty. Peng Jiang was right. Since Qiu Dali's murder case was withdrawn by the procuratorate, his peaceful life was broken. Various pressures came one after another, making it difficult for a moment of peace. Especially the appearance of Hai Xiaozhou made Peng Jiang feel deeply worried, fearing that his former lover's old love would rekindle.

"Xiao Jiang, everything will pass, and my feelings for you have never changed." Fang Chaoyang said affectionately.

"I know, I'm just afraid of losing you."

"No, we will hold a wedding next year and then have two children, one surnamed Fang and the other surnamed Peng, and it is best if they are both boys." Fang Chaoyang said.

Peng Jiang finally chuckled and punched Fang Chaoyang gently in the chest, "Two, I'm so kind, you're not afraid of pain."

"I feel sorry!"

"Bad guy, I just know how to bully me!" Peng Jiang kept fisting, and Fang Chaoyang did not dodge. In the end, Peng Jiang threw himself into his arms.

At this moment, Fang Chaoyang's cell phone rang. It was Shang Yong who called him and asked him to come to the Municipal Public Security Bureau to interrogate Shang Zaijun.

"Dayong, I won't go!" Fang Chaoyang refused.

"Come on, you don't need to participate in the interrogation. Director Wu also wants to talk to you." After Shang Yong said that, the phone hung up.

"Chaoyang, go and do your business!" Peng Jiang couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"I'll take you home first."

The two of them came out of the spring cake shop. Fang Chaoyang drove Peng Jiang to the front door of the community. He watched her enter, and then turned around and went to the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the case of Shang Zaijun was serious. The police officers were interrogating overnight. Judging from Shang Yong's intention, Wu Weiguo, director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, did not get off work.

After parking the car, as soon as he walked into the gate of the municipal bureau, a police officer came up and took Fang Chaoyang directly to a room, and closed the door casually.

Inside the house was a tall and burly middle-aged man, wearing casual clothes, with his arms crossed on his chest, and his two heroic eyebrows were particularly eye-catching. He was Director Wu Weiguo.

"Director Chaoyang, welcome!" Wu Weiguo came over to shake hands.

"Director Wu, I'm disturbing!" Fang Chaoyang shook hands and said politely.

"You can't say that. President Li told me that you want to participate, and I agree immediately. Shang Zaijun's case affects the public security, procuratorial and judicial parties, and should work together to strive to restore ** as soon as possible." Wu Weiguodao.

“My comments are for reference only.”

"You are an excellent judge, and you have a pair of sharp eyes. To be honest, there are too many doubts in this case and you need a high-level scholar like you." Wu Weiguodao.

The two sat down, opposite to it was a glass wall, inside which was an interrogation room.

Shang Yong and Hai Xiaozhou each brought an assistant to interrogate Shang Zaijun, who was drooping his head. The house was filled with smoke and Hai Xiaozhou coughed non-stop.

"Shang Zaijun, why have you regretted it again? Did you kill Yu Qing?" Shang Yong slapped the table and said.

"Maybe it was me!" Shang Zaijun said weakly.

"What is possible? Yes, no, no."

"Yes, she is wearing a red cotton jacket and a big red flower, so beautiful!" Shang Zaijun's words were more like sleepwalking. Girls dressed in this way could only appear in TV series.

"Where were you five years ago on March 8?" Hai Xiaozhou asked.

"How could I remember it after so long?" Shang Zaijun waved his hand and said, "Oh, it seems like I went to visit my wife's grave."

"You bastard! Didn't you say in court that I torture the confession? I'm going to do it and not be like this. Today I'll let you taste it. What does it feel like to be beaten?" Shang Yong was furious and suddenly took off his police uniform and then fucked the baton.

"Dayong, sit down!" Hai Xiaozhou grabbed him.

"It's so fucking boring, what's the matter!" Shang Yong slapped the table.

Director Wu Weiguo's face was as deep as water, and did not stop Shang Yong's behavior. Then he sighed and said, "Chaoyang, you see that when dealing with such a naughty suspect, the interrogation work is difficult, and he cannot torture or induce confessions. He has been in circles for an hour."

"I can understand that the evidence you provided to the court is hard-won." Fang Chaoyang said.

"Let's go, come to my office and sit down. It's not necessary to interrogate it until when!" Wu Weiguo stood up and said.

Fang Chaoyang followed Wu Weiguo to the director's office on the third floor. It was spacious and bright. Behind a large desk, there was a running script hanging with eight characters, the sea was embracing all rivers, and it was a big one!

Seeing Fang Chaoyang looking at the calligraphy, Wu Weiguo smiled and said, "I know you are an expert in calligraphy. This is what I wrote. It is average in level, just to remind yourself not to be angry and tolerant."

The level is indeed average, and Fang Chaoyang is not easy to comment, and said casually: "It is not easy to be a family member. Our President Li has been in a bad mood these two days, and he has been slugging his face, which makes everyone very nervous."

"This kind of thing happened, after all, it's not something that everyone wants to see."

Wu Weiguo asked Fang Chaoyang to sit on the sofa, then went to the back of the desk, took two bottles of tea, opened one, handed it over, and sat on a chair opposite the coffee table.

Then, Wu Weiguo handed over another cigarette, Fang Chaoyang took it and lit it, and then asked: "Director Wu came to me, don't you see the interrogation!"

"I can't hide it from you, so I'll just say it, what do you think of the case of Qiu Dali?" Wu Weiguo asked.

"There are too many doubts and cannot be sent to court."

"Today, we went to the municipal government for a meeting, and the relevant leaders also mentioned this case, complaining that we were not doing well. Why can't we find out such an obvious case?" Wu Weiguodao.

"Director Wu, to be fair, Shang Yong has been working hard. He is a very righteous police officer."

"Of course I know that he is a desperate man, so he has given the big case to him. However, Qiu Dali's case must have a breakthrough in the near future, otherwise, all aspects will not be able to explain it." Wu Weiguodao.

"The case has come to me, it's very simple. The court has pronounced a verdict. I wonder what the prosecution thinks?" Fang Chaoyang said. Wu Weiguo shouldn't discuss this matter with him, and the procuratorate should be looking for him.

"That Hai Xiaozhou, if you don't have oil and salt, you have never seen such a stubborn girl. Prosecutor Wen Gang is also an old man. He will say he is busy as soon as he calls, so he will talk later!" Wu Weiguo spread his hands and showed a helpless look.
Chapter completed!