Chapter 697

But he said calmly, "let's call the police first. Anyway, we definitely need the help of the police to get rid of the body."

The supervisor, who was on the side, responded and immediately called the police with his mobile phone. All the people were waiting for the arrival of the police.

Joss leaned close to Jing zhehan's chest. Looking back on the scene just now, he seemed to tremble. He didn't feel afraid just now because he concentrated all his thoughts on judging who the corpse was.

But now, obviously, we have passed that stage. Fear, panic, fear, these emotions are rising from the heart and intertwined.

Jing chihan stretched out a hand and put it around his shoulder. The other hand gently stroked her back and comforted her. "Don't be afraid, I'm still here."

I don't know how long it took, a police car stopped on the road in front of the land, and several men in police uniforms stepped down from the police car.

The leader was a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes and green stubble. He looked at Jing chihan and others standing in the same place. He slightly owed his head. Then he straightened up and asked.

"Which of you is in charge of this land?"

Jing zhehan pushes joss away and walks forward two steps. When he hears the man's rather bad question, his eyebrows can't help frowning.

"It's me."

"Oh, I received a report that there was a human death here. What's the matter?"

It seems that the man doesn't care about Jing zhehan's identity. He still looks at Jing zhehan's eyes with a rude tone. It seems that he also has a taste of examination.

Jing chihan only thinks that he is an occupational disease, and he is too lazy to care too much with him.

He pointed to a big hole that had been dug out by a forklift. "It's there. There seems to be a man's corpse in it."

Jing zhehan pulls joss and flashes to the side. He looks at several policemen who first set up a cordon around him. Then he goes into the earth pit and examines the corpse carefully.

Luo Xinlei has recovered from nausea at this time. Maybe she is still afraid at the bottom of her heart. She can't help but get closer to Jing chihan, and her body sticks to him like joss.

"Jing... Mr. Jing, what's the matter?"

Voice trembling, she hid behind the king of cold, carefully out of half a head, while watching the police action, side vague asked.

"How could I know!"

Jing zhehan hoops Jos in front of him, but he seems to dislike other strange women coming close to him. He takes two steps forward, far away from Luo Xinlei's body.

Joyce is completely immersed in the scene in front of him. His thinking ability has been zero for a long time, not to mention what Luo Xinlei did.

"Do any of you know this man? Also, comrade in charge, I think it's necessary for you to come back to the bureau with me and take a statement about this matter. "

Jing Che Han doesn't care. After all, it's a legal procedure, and there will be more trouble when it comes to saving money.

"We don't even know our identity. We don't know each other."

He is full of disdain to look at the criminal police in front of him. The current police organizations are basically the same style, regardless of whether it is true or not, as long as they can close the case.

What is unjust or not has nothing to do with them at all.

Of course, it can't be generalized, for example, Yin Lin, even the very responsible kind of police.

Jing chihan followed the man to the police car, and the man sat down in the co driver.

Joss stood in the same place, looking at Jing chihan's figure, eyes locked, the police station is not a dangerous place.

But for some reason, Jos couldn't let go.

Jing chihan looked back at joss, shook his head slightly, and said with his mouth, "I'm ok, don't worry."

Seeing that Jing zhehan had been seated, the police car immediately started and drove along the road to the distance, raising a lot of dust along the way.

Mu Peihan has been taken to his apartment by Fu Chen since he took Fu Chen to visit his residence last time.

The apartment is not big, but it's clean. The two bedrooms are located at both ends of the living room. The master bedroom is nearly twice as big as the guest bedroom. The decoration style seems to have a metallic texture. The whole tone is gray and black, giving people a feeling of depression.

This is mu Peihan's first time to enter this apartment. Of course, it has changed a lot compared with before. Fu Chen gives her her assistant card and asks her to buy something she likes to decorate the apartment.

And she also lived up to expectations, the entire apartment will be decorated again, adding a lot of little girl's color, pink curtains, purple sheets, red cabinets.

Fu Chen has a lot of complaints about her taste, but he doesn't stop her too much.

At this time, according to the usual practice, Fu Chen stops the car at the downstairs of the apartment, while mu Peihan simply draws a light make-up, wears home sports clothes, walks down from upstairs and sits in Fu Chen's car.

The car went straight to a small restaurant nearby.

Because both of them are not good at cooking, they don't have the habit of firing. They usually look for some special restaurants to fill their stomach.

Just as he stepped up the steps in front of the restaurant, Fu Chen felt that there seemed to be a glimmer behind him. He looked around and saw nothing.

"What's the matter with you?"

Mu Peihan looked at his strange appearance and asked.

"It's nothing. It may be a delusion. Let's go in. "

Then they went into the restaurant.

In the corner opposite the restaurant, a man with an SLR camera is hiding in the dark. He raises his hand and turns on the recording mode of the camera. It seems that the angle of the photo just taken is just right.

Including the previous tracking shot, should be able to cross.

Thinking about this, the man came out from the corner, with a smile on his lips, jumped into the black business car not far away, and the car sped away and disappeared at the end of the street.

In Fu's villa, the old man in black Chinese tunic is sitting in his study. A chess table is placed in front of him. On the table is a remnant.

The more I think about chess, the more interesting I feel.

The old man seemed to be very addicted. He thought a little and pushed a piece forward a few steps.

The housekeeper stood outside the door, gently buttoned the door, and came in with the consent of the old man.

He handed a cowhide envelope to the old man, then covered it in his ear and said in a low voice, "the person who sent it last time has already sent the photo back."