Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"Help me arrange, I'm going to see him."

Five o'clock, West Prison.

Prophet Peng sat down. He was in his early sixties, slightly old, and looked at the person on the other side through the glass. After a while, he picked up the phone and said, "Who are you?"

Jiang Zhi sat casually, put the phone to his ear, and declared himself: "The youngest of the Jiang family, Jiang Zhi."

Emperor Jiangjia, Jiang Zhi.

Prophet Peng dodged his eyes: "I don't know you."

Jiang Zhi said slowly: "It doesn't matter, I know you." He leaned forward, his vague reflection in the transparent glass, clearly defined, "Eight years ago you were responsible for the Luojia flower shed, because it was drunk and burned. The flower shed resulted in two deaths and one injury, and you were sentenced to life, am I right?"

Prophet Peng did not have the patience to listen to his retelling of the past, and there was not much expression on his old face: "What is the matter with you looking for me?"

"Drunk?" Jiang Zhi laughed, "Which wine is the drunk?" The smile of the corner of his mouth slowly closed, and the peach blossom eyes looked like a deep autumn well, and the cold light suddenly appeared, "Who made you drunk?"

Upon hearing this, Prophet Peng dropped the phone and got up to leave.

On the phone, the understated voice was still ringing: "You have a son called Peng Zhongming, right."

Prophet Peng froze.

Jiang Zhi lifted his chin and motioned: "Sit down."

Since he is here, he naturally comes prepared.

Prophet Peng hesitated for a moment, but still sat back. The person in front of him was too aggressive and purposeful, which gave him a very bad premonition.

His tone is casual and lazy, as if it is none of his own: "You don't know, your son is addicted to drugs."

Prophet Peng was shocked: "How could he become addicted to drugs?"

"Why is he addicted to drugs," Jiang Zhiyun asked lightly after the retelling, "Should I ask the Luo family for you?"

"The Luo family did it?" Prophet Peng was furious at first, then calmed down, his eyes fixed on the person on the other side of the glass, "What is your purpose for deliberately provoking?"

play off?

Who is he going to do with Jiang Zhi, so superficial?

He picked up the materials placed aside, slowly pasted them on the soundproof glass, and pressed his slender fingers: "This is the man who took your son to take drugs." After a few seconds, he changed to another, beautiful knuckles curled. Radian, "This is the transfer record, the sender, Luo Changde."

In order to get what Peng Zhongming had in his hands, Luo Changde started planning three months ago.

After reading this, Prophet Peng was skeptical.

Jiang Zhi was not in a hurry, and slowly said to him, "Do you not believe me?" He leaned forward and asked, "Do you believe the police?"

Prophet Peng couldn't understand, and he still didn't understand the purpose of this person.

He didn't rush, holding the phone in his right hand, leaning back on the chair, his eyes were idle and careless, and he dragged the tone long, waiting for others to be anxious: "Last week, your son arrived in the imperial capital and brought something. To exchange money with Luo Changde, he died last night and there are two suspects—"

Prophet Peng was taken aback for a moment, was shocked, and shouted, "Who did you say is dead?"

He was neither salty nor indifferent, and calmly continued his unfinished words: "There are two suspects, Luo Changde, and his daughter, Luo Qinghe."

Prophet Peng had his eyes protruding, stood up, punched the glass with a punch, lost control of his emotions, and roared, "Who did you say is dead!"

Jiang Zhi didn't move his eyelids. He flipped through a photo of the deceased from the side file and sent it in from the bottom of the soundproof glass: "Your son Peng Zhongming is dead." He tapped his finger on the glass, da, da, da, three. After he got down, he stopped at his fingertips and asked, "Are you still going to kill the Luo family?"

Prophet Peng's hand holding the photo was trembling, his leg softened and he was paralyzed on the chair.

Ten minutes, the meeting is over.

Jiang Zhi came out of the meeting room, Qiao Nanchu waited outside, bored, kicking the stones on the ground, and when someone came out, he looked up at him: "Relaxed?"

Jiang Zhi shook his head: "Sooner or later, I will let go."

The two walked side by side, generally tall, Qiao Nanchu was on the left, turned his head, and his eyes were on the right: "Did you also go to Hongjiang Bridge Cave last night?"

Jiang Zhi's eyes were on the left, his eyelashes lightly fanned, and he glanced at each other, a handsome face appeared in the beauty's eyes: "Yeah."

On the ground, there are two shadows side by side.

"When you got there, was Peng Zhongming dead?"

"died."

Qiao Nanchu's tongue touched his upper jaw, thinking for a while: "When did you arrive?"

He said: "Seven fifty."

It was earlier than the Luo family's father and daughter.

In other words, Jiang Zhi arrived before the Luo family's father and daughter arrived, and Peng Zhongming was killed.

It was last night, seven thirty.

Luo Changde decided to connect at nine o'clock. It was early, the money was ready, and he had not set off yet. He received a call: "Mr. Luo."

This voice is not the same as Luo Qing and Shen Yue beside him.

Shen Yue told Luo Changde: "Manager Xiao Luo has some action over there."

Luo Changde couldn't sit still, and stood up: "She went to see Peng Zhongming?" It is impossible to guard against his shrewd daughter.

Shen Yue replied: "I went in your name." After a pause, he said, "Eight o'clock, Hongjiang Bridge Cave."

Luo Changde sneered, his eyes gloomy: "Okay, she, show me again."

He invited Peng Zhongming to meet at nine o'clock, and she went to cut Hu at eight o'clock, and in his name, the Xiao family really gave him a good daughter.

With the money, he set off immediately.

At 7:50, Jiang Zhi's car stopped outside the bridge hole and listened to a phone call before getting off the car.

"Young Master Jiang, Luo Changde should be here soon."

Ding--

Jiang Zhi's phone received the location. He first looked at Luo Changde's location, and then at Luo Qinghe's. It was almost the same.

He hummed, hung up the phone, glanced at his watch, got out of the car, and walked towards the bridge hole.

Ah Wan also got out of the car and walked behind. The area was too remote and it was winter. It was so cold that people were shivering. It rained in the evening, and the cold wind was blowing. The street light not far away was broken and it turned on and off. , There was no pedestrian on the road, and the shadow of the tree on the ground was shaking from time to time.

It's like making a ghost movie.

Ah Wan hugged her arms and moved towards Jiang Zhi, "Boss, are you cold?"

Jiang Zhi ignored it, and walked into the bridge hole.

As we go in, the light gets darker, the temperature gets lower, and the wind becomes more arrogant. Ah Wan's teeth can't help but tremble, and she moves to Jiang Zhi's side: "Don't you think it's gloomy here?"

Don't look at his 1.9-meter tall man, he is timid, and most afraid of ghosts and evil spirits.

Jiang Zhi didn't pay attention to him again. It was too quiet and gloomy. Ah Wan was panicked. He looked left and right and looked up and down, fearing that he would suddenly come out. It was Bai Sensen's kind.

A Wan panicked, only feeling the yin qi going up from the soles of his feet: "Do you smell anything?" He sniffed, "The smell of crime."

Jiang Zhi walked into the depths of the bridge without a hassle like walking in the idle courtyard.

A night is so scared: "Boss——"

Jiang Zhi glanced back at him, wringing his beautiful brows: "Can you shut up?"

Ah Wan hugged herself: "Okay." He shut up, he was calm, he didn't squint, he fixed his eyes, and five seconds later, he screamed, "Ah--"

Jiang Zhi stopped.

Ah Wan jumped three steps later and turned pale in shock: "Boss, there is someone there!" Moreover, the person is still, there is blood on the ground!

Look, he was right, the smell of crime!

As he approached, there was indeed blood in the damp air. Jiang Zhi was disgusted. He covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief. He stood still and ordered Ah Wan: "Go and see, is there any breath."

Ah night: "!"

He was most afraid of that when he stretched out his hand, the **** people on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and then grabbed his hand...this kind of corpse feeling!

Ah Wan’s Lingyi novels didn’t read less, and couldn’t help his brain replenishment. The more he replenished the brain, the more he became panicked. After a long time, he moved forward and tremblingly stretched out his dark, strong and muscular hands. Touched the neck of the man on the ground, then drew back abruptly, his teeth trembling: "It's not out of breath..."

People are dead!

Corpse!

Ah Wan immediately took out his mobile phone and pressed 110 tremblingly.

Jiang Zhi covered his nose and mouth, approached, looked at the corpse, and said, "Don't call the police yet."

Ah Wan hasn't pressed the dial key yet: "Huh?" He didn't understand, "Why didn't you call the police?" This is the murder scene!

Jiang Zhi did not answer, looked around for a week, and left.

Just left? Ah Wan was stunned for a few seconds, and hurried to follow. He felt a chill on his back. No, he wanted to walk in front of the boss.

"Boss, did you leave like this?" Ah Wan paused. Looking back, he still felt wrong. He was a good man, and felt that he had to be a good man if he encountered such a thing.

Jiang Zhibu was lazy: "If you don't want to go, you can stay."

Ah Wan second turned his head and sprinted: "Wait for me, boss!"

Their car was parked far away and out of the bridge hole. Jiang Zhi waited on the side of the road for a while, hired a taxi, and took his back seat.

Ah Wan goes by the co-pilot.

The car radio was on, at eight o'clock, and an old song was playing. The driver's brother was in his forties and smiled enthusiastically: "Where are you going, sir?" Looking in the rearview mirror, the guest behind was dyed. The blue hair, although the light is not bright enough, it does not affect the visual conflict that the face of disaster to the country and the people at all.

So handsome, isn't it a fairy?

He looked out the window: "Wait for someone."

The driver brother thinks this place is a bit ridiculous: "Waiting here?"

The big man in the co-pilot remained silent and shrank into a ball. The charming and charming lady behind said, "The fare is arbitrary."

In life, there are no problems, not just two problems of money. Once the problem of money is solved, there will be no problems.

The driver's eldest brother laughed and said, "That's OK." In a good mood, he chatted, "It's going to rain this day, don't you have an umbrella."

Otherwise, why wait in his car.

The other party answered the wrong question: "This car," he asked lazily without beginning and end, "Is there a driving recorder?"

The driver's eldest brother said: "Yes, I'm driving." Then he chatted, "Handsome guy, waiting for my girlfriend?"

The guy behind, who would definitely bring harm to the country and the people in ancient times, ignored him.

The driver's eldest brother is not angry, he looks good, how could he have no temper.

After about ten minutes, two people walked in the bridge hole in the distance.

Time set back the evening of the day after the murder occurred.