The female president's mad dragon bodyguard

In the clubhouse, Zhang Heming, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, stared at the TV in horror, his hands on the chair trembling uncontrollably.

Zhang Heqing glanced at his younger brother with a strange expression, and then at the news that was being broadcast on TV, and couldn't help asking.

"What's the matter, didn't you sleep well last night?"

The temperature in the room was not low, but Zhang Heming felt as if his body was frozen by ice, and his blood was also frozen, and he couldn't even speak.

"No, maybe I was a little too tired yesterday."

he replied absently.

After finally finishing his meal, he couldn't wait to find some odd jobs that day.

"You just threw the disemboweled goods on the street?"

If it is handled so carelessly, it will be strange if it is not discovered.

He stared angrily at the few people who hung their heads silently, wishing to tear them to pieces.

"Brother Zhang, have you forgotten?"

One of them carefully raised his head to look at his face, hesitated for a long time before opening his mouth.

"You asked us to deal with it at will that day. I called you, and you said you can do whatever you want..."

Zhang Heming slapped his head and instantly remembered what happened that day.

Just after that stinky woman jumped off the building, this group of people called themselves. What did he say at that time?

Zhang Heming only felt that his mind was full of mud, and he couldn't remember anything about what they asked him, but he still vaguely remembered what he answered.

Let them not bother themselves, and do whatever they want.

It seems to be a similar sentence.

Zhang Heming frowned, what should we do?If the police find out, not only will they not be able to get commissions for their business, but they will even die.

"You **** bastards, wait for me to tell Brother Jizhong the truth, and you will all have to eat and walk around."

Several people looked at each other, wondering why Zhang Heming would put his own responsibility on them, this man's face is really as thick as a city wall, indestructible.

"But we also followed your instructions. Besides, there were so many people at that time. If we waited all the time, it would be easier to attract attention."

Seeing that the four people were not convinced, Zhang Heming stood up from his chair angrily.

"Brother Jizhong asked you to come and help me, not to ask you to come and help me. We won't get any money if the goods can't be delivered."

After all, he gave the man who talked the most a fierce look.

"If you think I'm doing something wrong then shut up, because it's not your turn to speak."

Zhang Heming's tone was contemptuous, assuming that Li Jizhong still believed in him to some extent.

After all, I am his close relative, and he is also the best candidate for this matter.

"Now that it's on the news, hold back! Don't let me know who accidentally leaked the news, or I will let you die without a place to bury you."

The look in his eyes made people shudder, and several of his subordinates hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to make any sound.

After careful inspection, the wound on the homeless man was also determined to be caused by a sharp weapon.

Even though they already knew what kind of inhuman method the perpetrator probably used, but when the result was in front of them, these righteous policemen would still fight for this innocent tramp.

"According to the survey, this homeless man had been begging in the city center for a living. He disappeared out of thin air about a week or so ago, and then appeared in that place yesterday."

So where did the week when the bum disappeared?

This is the key to solving the case.

While Chen Shan was thinking hard, the forensic doctor got a new clue.

"It was found in the hands of this tramp. Maybe it has something to do with the murderer!"

Chen Shan immediately became interested, and carefully observed the blood-stained red round card.

"It looks like a key somewhere, or something like an access card."

Everyone got together to study for a long time, but it seems that because the homeless man suffered a lot of pain during his lifetime, even the words on the round sign were scratched by nails, and it is no longer very clear.

Looks like this is another useless lead.

The policemen were about to give up, but Chen Shan wanted Ye Lengfeng to take a look, wondering if he could have any unique insights.

After all, Ye Lengfeng had already shown his extraordinary ingenuity in the previous few times.

If it wasn't for Ye Lengfeng, many clues and details would not have been fully discovered.

Sure enough, as expected, Ye Lengfeng really found something.

"The location where the homeless man's body is located is very close to the red light district. There are also several very famous clubs in that place. I think this keychain can be used for comparison."

Ye Lengfeng's tone was firm, he had already thought last night that the homeless man's death had something to do with the clubhouse, but now there is no substantive evidence.

If it is necessary to investigate, the murderer will inevitably leave clues, and no matter how concealed it is, there will be a chance for people to notice it.

It's just that if that person is vigilant, he may have realized that the keychain is now in the hands of a homeless man, and maybe he will come up with other countermeasures.

At this moment, Zhang Heming really had a vicious plan brewing in his heart, he wanted to find a scapegoat.

Sooner or later, this matter will be investigated in the clubhouse. After all, those people have not dealt with it cleanly. In the final analysis, I gave the homeless man a fatal blow. If I really want to talk about responsibility, I will not escape legal sanctions.

But Zhang Heming himself felt reconciled, the "goods" of the homeless had already been sold, and it was Li Jizhong who took the big advantage, and it had nothing to do with him.

Most of the money was also transferred to his account, and what he got was just a drop in the bucket. Why should he pay this responsibility for him?

It seems that I have to make preparations in advance, and push those scapegoats out when necessary, so as not to be implicated by them when the time comes.

Zhang Heming sat on the chair to loosen his muscles, but he didn't know if his brother would believe his rhetoric.

He didn't believe that there was nothing he could do, he couldn't just get a job and be imprisoned.

Zhang Heming hooked the corners of his lips contemptuously.

I'm not willing to just go in like this, since they didn't handle it well, then don't blame myself for being cruel.

After all, some people are born to be the scapegoat for others, this is life, and he is just a late bloomer.