steel forest

He frowned tightly, and said "wait a minute" to Yao Weihai, then covered the receiver, and asked Jiang Han, "If I disagree, will you listen to me?"

Jiang Hansheng answered calmly: "No."

"...I knew it." Wang Pengze gritted his teeth, glared at him bitterly, and cursed in a low voice, "You son of a bitch, you came here to embarrass me."

Yao Weihai thought that Wang Pengze was scolding him, but he didn't hear it very clearly. It must be something wrong. He hurriedly said: "Old senior, Director Wang! Don't get so angry, we can discuss it again."

Wang Pengze said: "There is no need to discuss it, I will lend him to you."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and said solemnly: "Yao Weihai, you know his importance in our laboratory. If there is anything wrong with this kid on your snoμ, our love will come to an end!"

Yao Weihai swears and promises again and again that there will be no mistakes.

……

Recalling this, a trace of unnatural emotion flashed across Wang Pengze's eyes.

An extremely quiet atmosphere permeated the small compartment.

After a short pause, Wang Pengze said kαi: "Yao Weihai is also in Haizhou this time, but he has no face to see me."

Wang Pengze went to Haizhou to assist the work of the serious crime team, and he never met Yao Weihai from the beginning to the end.

Zhou Jin heard that his tone was a little rude, and tried to calm down: "Perhaps Director Yao also wants to solve the case as soon as possible."

"In order to solve the case? Ever since Yao Weihai became the leader of the '8' task force, he has been a bit crazy——"

Having said that, Wang Pengze felt that it was inappropriate to talk about Yao Weihai in front of others, so he suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "Anyway, if it wasn't for his dereliction of duty, Han Sheng wouldn't have suffered so much."

At that time, Jiang Hansheng asked Wang Pengze to help find the director of the local TV station, and did an exclusive interview with the characters in the news archives.

On the way back from the TV station, Wang Pengze asked him, "What are you going to do?"

Jiang Han turned the steering wheel, turned the car to μ, and drove in the direction of the shopping mall.

He replied: "If I were a murderous snoμ, I must be monitoring the police's movements through various channels now. If I have the opportunity, I will also record an irrelevant statement, so I can appreciate the group of people who were killed by me at a close distance." An idiot playing around."

Wang Pengze reminded him: "...don't say this in the task force."

Especially his expressionless sarcasm is very hot to watch.Wang Pengze was afraid that he would be beaten.

However, he did understand a little bit, and asked, "So you want to challenge him through the TV station?"

Jiang Han smiled slightly.

The car slowly stopped in front of a suit store.

Jiang Hansheng parked into the parking space, asked Wang Pengze to rest in the car, and got out of the car and walked into the shop by himself.

He has slender eyebrows, dark eyes, broad and neat shoulders and back, gentle and gentle, and seems to have an extremely clean temperament.

The clerk's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stepped forward to ask if there was anything he could do to help him.

He said, to buy a suit.

The clerk led Jiang Hansheng to the men's suit area, and asked him, "What color do you like, sir?"

Jiang Hansheng narrowed his sharp eyes, smiled slightly, and said, "Red."

……

Boom, boom, boom—

snoμ throws the small green ball to the floor, and then bounces back into snoμ, one by one, very regular.

The man held the ball firmly in the snoμ, and leaned back on the black leather sofa.

There was no kαi light in the room, and the black curtains completely blocked the light, only a screen projected on the white wall of Ruoda.

A faint light radiated from the screen, spread out on the man's body, and the light and shadow cast his face a little coldly.

The room is surrounded by piano music, the repertoire is passionate and the notes are thick and heavy, as if a heavy force hits the heart of the person.

At the same time, a video of an exclusive interview with a character was played on the screen.

In the video is a news program. In the studio, the female anchor is asking questions.

The man being interviewed always had a faint smile on his face, and when answering questions, he was leisurely and lazy.

The quiet and deep vocals are in stark contrast to the passionate piano music.

"He thought he was an artist..."

The voice of speaking is intermittent, being suppressed heavily under the piano music.

"...a crime covered by the veneer of art."

"They are just substitutes one after another. The murderer seeks self-comfort from the victim..."

"There is mental trauma..."

"reason?"

"The absence of the father's role in the family..."

"Extremely inferior..."

"Abandoned by mother."

Bang-!

A heavy bang!The ball hit the wall hard, rebounded and landed on the ground, rolling to the corner.

The music has come to a complete standstill.

There was no sound in the room, and only vivid colors remained in the eyes.

A white beam of light is projected from the black, and the black and white converge, focusing on a touch of red.

The bright red, the red like a straw, the red he hates the most.

The man snoμ covered his forehead toμ with his palm, and roared hysterically, his eardrums were buzzing, and the sharp screams tore his nerves.

Finally, he held down his trembling snoμ wrist, forced himself to regain his composure, raised his face from the thick shadow of yin, his eyes were a little ferociously red.

He gritted his teeth and said two words coldly: "Go to si."

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