Chapter 368

Wang Chen's eyebrows were slightly frowned in an instant. Just after the explosion, so many reporters appeared at the first time. It's really strange. What Qin Lang and Zhong Xueshan said is reasonable.

"Mr. Qin Lang, don't wrongly treat a good man. We came here quickly after receiving the news call. This street is very close to our TV station, OK?" Liu reporter said in a hurry, Wang Chen how Qin Lang said wind, she is rain.

"Yes, comrade police, we are also innocent..."

"Yes, we also received an information call..."

Other reporters quickly explained that, especially reporter Liu, when she saw Zhong Xueshan coming, she suddenly felt a shock in her heart. Listening to Zhong Xueshan's words, she was also facing Qin lang. she didn't want to get into any trouble with a family like Zhong Xueshan.

"Well, in that case, you may leave." Wang Chen saw this and said that she knew that the killer's death should have something to do with Qin Lang, so she didn't want to go deep into it and even drove the reporters away.

"We will release important information soon. If you are interested, you can come to the conference hall on the 12th floor of Regal Building with me." Zhong Xueshan said.

"Go! Go and have a look Someone said excitedly.

"But our equipment is broken..."

"Yes, mine is..."

Zhong Xueshan was stunned. He had never seen a reporter whose long guns and short cannons had been smashed. He said, "you can keep the information we have released in your mind and do a unique interview. But we have a lot of exclusive news."

"OK..."

Reporters refused to let go of this opportunity, most immediately followed Zhong Xueshan to the Regal Building.

But reporter Liu stood aside and hesitated:

"I......"

"I what, Xiuwen, you go quickly." A reporter gave her another pull.

This reporter thinks that Liu Xiuwen's sense of smell is too bad, if you can't pull it down, you should stay in the Bureau.

Liu Xiuwen is a bit out of breath, so she fell so good equipment?

"Xiuwen, why are you so stubborn? Qin Lang does not have any fault. If you think about it, it is illegal or heroic to deal with the gangsters decisively when public security is seriously threatened. Maybe even the mayor should thank Qin Lang for that..." The reporter whispered to Liu Xiuwen.

Liu Xiuwen takes a look at Qin Lang, and Qin Lang's mouth is full of effort, and he is always ready to accompany him to the end.

But Wang Chen, willow eyebrow slightly erect, is obviously quick some impatient, there is still need to screen, she this police officer is very busy, does not care to grind teeth.

"OK, I'll go..." Liu Xiuwen stamped her feet. After all, she was not a fool. She knew that she was forced to offend police officers Zhong Xueshan and Wang Chen for the sake of a perverted killer. She was not the only one to damage the equipment. Everyone did that, and no one asked Qin Lang for compensation.

"It's not necessary." Liu Xiuwen muttered, and then left the scene with his colleagues.

At the moment, most of the people on the scene were isolated by the police, and even romantic affairs were invited outside.

"Did you set off the bomb?" Wang Chen couldn't help asking after the others had left.

"Yes, they want to kill my relatives and friends. As long as they want to kill my relatives and friends, of course, there is no good end." Qin Lang says lightly, tone is very firm.

Wang Chen suddenly felt a sense of security. She felt that Qin Lang was not afraid of anything. She wanted to ask Qin Lang whether she was one of Qin Lang's relatives and friends, but then blushed:

as a policeman, I need others to give me a sense of security? Isn't that a joke?

He thought so in his heart, but when the words came to his mouth, Wang Chen's tone became angry: "you Do you have any common sense of law? Come on, I'm too lazy to talk about you With that, Wang Chen strides to the scene after the killer's explosion.

Qin Lang went to the side of Fenghuaxueyue by himself, and the wind, flower, snow and moon chirped close to him:

"how fierce, Lord..."

"Jieqi, let's see what reporter Liu is angry about..."

"Who asked them to film us "Ha ha"

Qin Lang smiles. The new car that four girls just bought has been scrapped, but it's just like nothing happened in a short time. It's very cute to be heartless.

"You'll go to the Zhong's later." Qin Lang said to the four beauties, while keenly looking around, all the atmosphere was nothing special. It seems that Huaqing Gang only sent these three killers today, and they all died.

But this is not enough. Qin Lang's goal is to catch all the pests hidden in the corner. It's better to remove his command office so as to ensure the safety of all people.

And at this point, things are fermenting.

In the Song family of Yanjing, song Zhongping pushed off all social activities and went home from work early for the first time.

Son, my son's phone has been blocked.

However, song Zhongping was not upset.

He imagined a lot of possibilities of Song Yi's loss of contact: maybe the son, who had always been in a drunken mood, had gone to some romantic place; perhaps at the moment when he saw that the Zhong family mansion was about to collapse, his son was in a good mood, so he went there with a group of friends.All kinds of

So he waited patiently, preparing Song Yi to give him a serious life lesson when he came back, that is, no matter what kind of favorable situation you are in, you must keep calm and calm.

Song Zhongping's feeling is very good. This is the most relaxed day he has ever felt.

Zhong Jiuzhen is finished, and the biggest stone pressed on his heart is finally removed.

He even prepared two bottles of 1930 Louis, and wanted to indulge once and have a good drink.

But at 1:00 a.m., Song Yi hasn't come back, and the phone still can't get through. Song Zhongping sniffs an unusual smell.

No matter how much he indulges in pleasure, Song Yi should report his father's whereabouts first, especially today's day.

Song Zhongping sits by the phone for a long time. He finally makes up his mind and asks ah Hua, the nanny, to call Song Yi's friends with the phone book.

"Hello, Li Xu? Oh, I'm sorry. Our young master Song Yi hasn't come home yet. Do you know where he is

"Not together, well, well, I'm sorry, OK, OK, hang up..."

Almost 70 or 80 similar calls have been made, but Song Yi is still as silent as a stone.

Song Zhongping's worry deepened, and he didn't close his eyes all night. When his thoughts changed from benign to malignant, he moved his body in the sofa and waved to ah Hua. Then ah Hua called song Zhongping and went out with his head lowered.

Song Zhongping skillfully dials a series of telephone numbers:

"Meng, immediately search the whole city for Song Yi's whereabouts and mobilize all the people who work for the Song family. Do you understand me?"

There came a woman's soft voice, and then a man on the phone panted, but said respectfully: "OK, OK, boss, I know..."