In the morgue.

Wu Wensheng looked at his son who was stabbed in his neck like a honeycomb coal, lying stiffly on the mortal bed, his whole expression was dull, and his eyes were diffuse.

...

On the way.

Yuan Ke asked with a gloomy face, holding the phone and said, "Which morgue is the person? Tell me the specific address... Has his dad been there? Okay, that's it."

The phone hung up, the bald man turned his head and looked at Yuan Ke and asked, "In the morgue of the district hospital?"

"Yes." Yuan Ke nodded.

"No, I wonder... why did he not?" The bald man looked confused: "Aren't the person just released from the superintendent? Why did he go directly into the morgue?"

Yuan Ke was speechless for a while and frowned and replied: "I heard that it was because of the money for gun sales, so a few innocent faces were killed with knives."

"He is considered a boss at the same time. Can he handle the money for gun sales personally?" The bald man still couldn't figure out: "How much is it, how many millions?"

"Eighty thousand."

"How many? Eighty thousand?!" The bald man looked shocked: "What, the avatar is printed on the 80,000 yuan? Isn't this tm crazy? The conflict of 80,000 yuan is even more serious than killing someone?"

"It's not about money, but I pretend to be big, and I've met a very young thunderbolt." Yuan Ke explained softly: "I asked about it specifically and told the person who went to Wu Yao that the other person wanted money, but Wu Yao not only refused to give it to him, but also slapped him... When he was anxious, he stabbed him in the neck with a knife."

"...They have been too arrogant in the past two years." The bald man intervened and responded: "After Wu Wensheng was elected as the chief congressman, the work that made a lot of money in Jiangnan District was done by them, so Wu Yao was used to being praised. Once he drank some wine, he would not know who he was."

"He's too fragile." Yuan Ke was very angry: "I just finished talking about cooperation with him, and the goods were about to be sold, but he suddenly became ascended to heaven. Damn, our luck this year is really bad."

"He is gone, what are you thinking about?" Xiao Jiu asked, who was driving.

"We can only eat two of the five major regions of Songjiang now." Yuan Ke replied softly: "So to meet Longxing's sales, we must enter Jiangnan. And there is also a very important point. Wu Wensheng's political background in Jiangnan is very strong. If he can play with us, then Fatty Xing will re-evaluate our influence in Songjiang."

"Wu Yao is easy to talk about, but Wu Wensheng is a cunning person." The bald man pondered for a while and said, "When the young man dies, can the old man continue to cooperate with us? This is hard to say."

"So, we have to take this opportunity to walk with Old Wuqin." Yuan Ke narrowed his eyes, turned his head to look out the window and said, "If the person who killed his son could be dug out and avenged him, the rest would be easier to discuss."

"It's hard." Xiao Jiu shook his head and responded: "The murderer Lei Zi didn't care about Wu Yao's identity at all, which means they were probably from outside the district. And now something happened, they might have run away long ago."

"Do your best and leave your will." Yuan Ke intervened and responded: "You should have the close attitude you should have."

"Yes." Xiao Jiu nodded.

...

About twenty minutes later.

Wu Wensheng was helped out of the morgue, and there were many Jiangnan police officers, police officers, and some friends in society following him.

The car stopped, Yuan Ke and others pushed the door and rushed down, and walked towards him.

Wu Wensheng glanced at him, but couldn't get up to the mood to greet him.

"I just heard that Uncle Wu... is so sad." Yuan Ke stepped forward with a sad expression and said.

Wu Wensheng felt that he had difficulty breathing at this moment, but he could only cheer up. He looked back at everyone and said, "...I...I'm back. I'll talk about everything after these two days. Thank you."

"Old Wu, if things go wrong, let's take a look."

"The Superintendent must do his best to investigate. Don't worry, as long as they are still in Songjiang, they will definitely not be able to escape."

"Wensheng, I'll come to see you tomorrow."

“…!”

Everyone did not try to keep him, but only greeted Wu Wensheng.

"Thank you, thank you everyone." Wu Wensheng nodded at everyone with his hands clasped his hands, and then stepped into his car.

Yuan Ke thought for a while, then reached out and pulled Wu Wensheng's follower and said, "Let me take Uncle Wu's car, I'll say a few words to him."

The follower was stunned and turned around and walked away.

Yuan Ke got in the car and closed the door, sat next to Wu Wensheng and said, "Uncle, Wu Yao and I are the best friends. I feel uneasy if he has this happen to him."

"Xiao Yuan, you...you'll be quiet for a while." After Wu Wensheng got into the car, his sadness could no longer be controlled. He didn't cry in front of the person, but secretly reached out to wipe his tears in the car.

Yuan Ke was silent for a while and said in a direct way: "Uncle, I have some friends in the Superintendent. Don't worry, Xiao Yao will definitely not die in vain."

"What's the use of having friends?" Wu Wensheng lowered his head and replied with a long sigh: "The person must have run away."

"When I came, I asked the Grand Lord of the person involved." Yuan Ke replied softly: "He said that the people opposite had a lot of goods in Songjiang store, and there is still a large part of the money that has not been collected yet. And even Xiao Yao dared to move, which means that they are quite brave, so I don't think they have already run away."

Wu Wensheng was stunned when he heard this, turned his head to look at Yuan Ke: "... Then I'll trouble you."

"What trouble is your own business?" Yuan Ke comforted softly: "Uncle, don't be too sad. Go back and let the old man and Xiao Yao's mother see it... they can't stand it even more."

...

Inside the Black Street Superintendent.

Qin Yu, who was about to go to Uncle Tong’s house to see the child and the old lady, suddenly received a call.

"Hello?"

"I'll tell you a good thing, don't be excited." Zhu Wei's voice sounded.

"What?"

"Wu Yao is dead."

"...what?" Qin Yu was stunned: "Why are you talking to me in the middle of the night?"

"I'm really dead. I've stabbed more than twenty times in the Jiangnan garbage dump." Zhu Wei responded excitedly: "The people are in the morgue now. I heard that all the prominent people in the city have gone."

"Really fake?"

"Can I lie to you about this? I heard that Yuan Ke has gone."

"…!" Qin Yu was stunned for a long time when he heard the sound, then suddenly rushed to the office area outside and shouted: "Xiao Tai G, is Xiao Tai G gone?"

"What's wrong?" Xiao Taig came out of the inner room.

"Hurry up, go to the logistics side to see if there are any firecrackers in the warehouse."

"What are you doing?"

"At the moment, let's send Brother Yao." Qin Yu's gloomy mood swept away: "God is still doing things."

...

late at night.
Chapter completed!