Xia Jinyuan raised the confession in his hand, his thin lips were tight with determination, and his light voice was a little darker. "I need to make a copy of the confession. Don't inform the local police station about the loss of the pistol for the moment, and wait for the news from my side."

Liao Youde mentioned that the pistol was still there when he went to the town health center to find doctor Zhou, but when he returned to Chunyang Hotel, it fell accidentally.

Another point: Angie ran over and hit him.

That night, it was Ye Jian, a girl, who used her oral skills to play various roles. That is to say, she hit Liao Youde.

This little girl It seems that he has to go back to find her.

The Municipal Public Security Bureau agreed with Xia Jinyuan's request, but he needs to reply as soon as possible within 24 hours.

After all, the loss of a pistol with 15 bullets is a big deal.

After coming out of the Public Security Bureau, Xia Jinyuan directly drove his jeep back to Fujun town.

In an intersection waiting for a red light, he had no intention of looking across the street. Junyan smiled coldly all the time, then dropped his head and stopped at the opposite side of the road.

Less than ten minutes after getting off the bus, he came out of the building with a bag in his hand, and then returned to Fujun town.

At this time, Ye Jian is standing in the teacher's office, her eyes are slightly cold, and she looks at her head teacher lightly. After she has said a lot of nonsense, she says with a thin smile: "teacher Ke, you can rest assured that although I am young, I still know how to do as I can."

"Since I have signed up, I have confidence to pass. You are my teacher. Shouldn't you have more confidence in me?"

Mr. Ke scoffed at the submission of the competition form of the first middle school of the provincial experiment.

In the face of her calm answer, Mr. Ke, who was disgusted with blood, said: "physics, chemistry, mathematics, English, do you think you are a genius? Full report?! It's just a shame at school. Don't throw your face out! "

As for Mr. Yu Ke, Ye Jian is like a fishbone stuck in her throat. She can't vomit on the top, can't swallow on the bottom, and can't face it everyday!

"Shame is my own. What does it have to do with you?" Ye Jian said and laughed. Mingyan's face was more calm and graceful than that of being a teacher. Her bright eyes and smiles were full of eyes, and her attitude was that other teachers in the class liked her.

I thought that as long as one door entered the first three, the rest of the competition was just to make a lively scene. This time, Mr. Ke deliberately made trouble for her. Ye Jian, with a smile on her face, made up her mind. She wanted to take the exam, so she would come out happily!

She really likes face fighting now.

Mr. Ke threw the application form in the drawer and said with a straight face, "you always don't listen to the teacher's advice and you are so arrogant that you throw your face out. What can I say?"

When she said this, they all laughed and said: "Mr. Ke, if there is such a student in my class who dares to rush forward, I will burn high incense every day! You are happy. "

"That is, students are motivated, which is a good thing. We teachers must be supported. If you do well in the exam, won't you win the light for you and the school? "

My colleague's three languages and two languages make miss Ke feel bitter and speechless. She is happy to change it into any student!

Only, it can't be Ye Jian!

But I don't know that Ye Jian is a more frustrated and brave character. The more difficult you are for her, the more difficult she will be for you to see.