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"I got Jiang Zhiyu's previous information here, and there are two places related to 501. In junior high school, her class was Capital Noble School, and her class was 501, class one of fifth grade. In high school, her The number of the swimming cabinet is 501, and there are no others related to 501."

"Zhu Ziqiang stayed with Wang Jinghua when Jiang Zhiyu was in his first year of high school, so the first one is temporarily ruled out."

"I focused on having people investigate things about her high school years, and I really found out a few things."

Following Song Lian's words, Ren Ran's curiosity was aroused.

She didn't make a sound, motioning for her to continue talking.

"A female classmate in the first grade below them drowned in the swimming pool. After being rescued, her brain was damaged due to lack of oxygen, and she is now a vegetable. The accident report written by the police back then was an accident."

"I have asked people to investigate the whole story of this incident."

Could it be this thing?

With Jiang Zhiyu's personality, he dared to commit murder and arson, would he be afraid of such a thing?

will not!

Ren Ran has guesses in his heart, but he dare not 100% guarantee that this is not the case, so the investigation still has to continue.

"Do you have a clue about the fire at Sanqing Temple? Can you find the person who set the fire?"

Song Lian shook his head, "There is no clue about this matter. The fire burned a lot of things, but one thing is certain, this matter is man-made. I have asked people to investigate the personnel of Zhu Ziqiang Company and check their situation. Due to the large number of people, the project The quantity is large, and the results are not so fast.”

"Yeah." Ren Ran nodded in understanding.

If evidence can be found for this matter, neither Zhu Ziqiang nor Jiang Zhiyu can escape.

That was a living life.

Before you have the ability, you can only draw it slowly.

Now that she has help, she vows to make the murderer pay in blood.

"About the matter of 501, I have a way, maybe it doesn't need to be so troublesome to track down." Ren Ran pondered for a while and said.

Song Lian's eyes lit up, "You want to..."

The two looked at each other, and they both understood the meaning in each other's eyes.

In the detention center, Wang Jinghua and Zhu Ziqiang were detained separately.

"go in."

Zhu Ziqiang walked into the room. There were six beds, five of which were occupied, and only the last bed was left.

He observed the five people in the room, two of them were stout, one was gentle, one was thin, and one had wicked eyebrows.

He was looking at them, and they were looking at him too.

Zhu Ziqiang glanced over these people and frowned slightly.

As a person who has been on the road all year round, Zhu Ziqiang is very sensitive to certain people.

No one in this room is easy to mess with, even the seemingly gentle person is not a bad person.

Zhu Ziqiang went to his own bunk.

As soon as he sat down, the one with the mischievous eyebrows asked, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"Do something for someone."

"what's up?"

"A crime." Zhu Ziqiang replied flatly, making it clear that he didn't want to talk to him.

"What's your attitude?" The man with sly eyebrows and mouse eyes immediately stood up and looked at him unkindly.

Zhu Ziqiang understands a truth, if you are cowardly at this time, it will make everyone think you can be bullied.

In this kind of place, you have to be ruthless, and you have to make everyone afraid of you, so that you can have a good life.

Zhu Ziqiang glanced at him contemptuously, "Whatever your attitude is, I will be. What? Do you have an opinion?"

"Damn it!" The sly-eyed man threw the things in his hand on the ground, and strode towards him, "You dare to be so arrogant when you first came here. Today, I'm here to teach you what the rules are."

While speaking, the man with a wicked eyebrow and mouse eyes punched Zhu Ziqiang with an uppercut.

Zhu Ziqiang had been prepared for a long time, sideways avoided, and at the same time swung his fist.

The two began to wrestle together.

Zhu Ziqiang was kicked in the abdomen. He stepped back a few steps and accidentally stepped on the stout man's instep.

When he met the unfriendly gaze of the stout man, he hastily apologized, but before he could say anything, a strong wind came in his face.

"Boom"... A fist hit him in the abdomen, wishing Ziqiang to suffer.

Zhu Ziqiang just wanted to take advantage of his evil eyebrows and mouse eyes to gain prestige, but he didn't want to make any more enemies.

He endured the pain, "I'm sorry."

"I don't want yours, I'm sorry, I want to cripple your legs."

The stout man attacked together with the man with treacherous eyebrows and mouse eyes.

Zhu Ziqiang faintly realized that something was wrong, and before he could react, two more people got up and walked towards him.

"What are you going to do?"

The four smiled cruelly.

Facing the attacks of the four, Zhu Ziqiang had no chance of winning at all. If he could have fought hard in the past, but the pampering in recent years has made his body not as good as before.

"Help! Help!"

"Come on! Kill someone!"

Zhu Ziqiang shouted loudly.

However, no matter how he yelled, the guards outside remained silent.

"Gag him."

Cover his mouth with a towel, and several people beat him in turn.

Two minutes later, Zhu Ziqiang was dying.

The gentle man glanced at the clock, and reminded in a faint voice, "There is still half a minute."

Zhu Ziqiang's pupils widened, his heart froze, and he held his breath.

"He hasn't moved, has he done it?" the man with a mischievous eyebrow said.

Everyone else stopped.

"It should be done."

"It can be to the size..."

Before the sly-eyed man could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the gentle man.

"If you dare to talk nonsense, cut off your tongue."

After a while, there was movement outside, and several police officers came over.

"he died."

The police immediately opened the door and called the medical staff.

Zhu Ziqiang finally recovered his breathing, but he didn't dare to be too obvious.

It's not safe yet.

Only after the medical staff came did I dare to breathe heavily.

Zhu Ziqiang, who was lying on the hospital bed, felt lucky to survive the catastrophe.

Who would want his life?

The answer speaks for itself.

"I'm surrendering myself, I have something important to tell the police."

The medical staff looked at the agitated man with an angry face and comforted him.

"Sir, don't get excited, we've already called someone."

Another nurse patted his hand and reminded: "Hang the bottle first. Stretch out your hand."

Zhu Ziqiang stretched out his hand, his whole body was sore, allowing him to concentrate highly.

The needle pierced the skin, and the liquid in the bottle slowly flowed into his body through the infusion tube.

Zhu Ziqiang looked around vigilantly and hurriedly, and glanced at the door from time to time.

Several police officers who were in charge of the case entered, and after seeing familiar police officers, Zhu Ziqiang's tense nerves relaxed.

"I want to surrender, I still have a few things that I haven't explained."

"what's up."

Suddenly, Zhu Ziqiang's body twitched non-stop.

"What's the situation?" The police officer in charge was surprised.

"Call the doctor now."

Zhu Ziqiang opened his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled, and spit out a few words intermittently.

"Song, Song... steal..."