Daiyu: After being reborn, who still wants to be a yandere?

He Shuirong tapped the table with his fingers from time to time, making Director Wang very nervous.

"Why? You still want me to teach you how to do things?"

"Don't dare! Don't dare!"

Director Wang quickly retracted his gaze. This man was too scary. He must be the King of Hell!

Mayor Wu, what kind of job have you given him?

Director Wang quickly looked up the address book, found the phone number of Lan Shimin from the Shuangxi Branch, and dialed the number.

At this time, Deputy Director Huang had just seen Zheng Yan and others off and drove back to the bureau, intending to complete the remaining procedures in one go.

When entering the parking lot, he saw an unfamiliar vehicle. The appearance of the car was quite ordinary, but the license plate numbers were consecutive numbers, and it was a North City license plate. Deputy Director Huang felt a little strange and looked at the car a few more times.

I thought this person was quite lucky as he could draw license plates with consecutive numbers.

When I walked into the hall, I found that Mr. Zheng and Bai Fan were no longer in their seats.

Walking further inside, I saw Director Lan’s office and the light was on.

Deputy Director Huang walked forward and saw that the door of the director's office was open. Bai Fan and Old Man Zheng were sitting upright on the sofa.

He immediately became furious:

"I say, you two old people, don't you understand what people say?"

Bai Fan replied:

"I have to wait for my granddaughter to come out."

Deputy Director Huang was impatient:

"I've already said that the other party refuses to reconcile, and you guys, still come over here, and you know how to pick a location, the director's office, you dare to come in? If you have the time, go back and prepare her detention clothes!"

After saying this, he wanted to step forward to drive them away and walked inside, when he suddenly felt a chill looming over his head.

Deputy Director Huang had a bad feeling and didn't dare to look up.

"Why? Who are you preparing the clothes for?"

In the quiet office, I could hear the sound of "dong dong dong" coming from the desk, which was like knuckles hitting the table, and it was scary.

Deputy Director Huang mustered up his courage and slowly raised his head to meet a pair of sharp eyes.

He was a rather young man, wearing a simple white linen shirt. It was a low-key and ordinary style, but it looked particularly noble on him.

The most terrifying thing is his powerful aura.

"Why aren't you talking? Do you want me to ask Lan Shimin to come and talk to you?"

Lan Shimin?

Is it Lan Shimin, the director of their Shuangxi branch?

Deputy Director Huang was so frightened that his legs and feet were shaking and he buried his head even deeper.

In the basement, Chen Wang was asking Daiyu and the others to sign.

The confession and admission of guilt listed the following crimes: theft and intentional injury.

Daiyu refused:

"We are not guilty. I do not accept the facts. The case has not been thoroughly investigated."

Chen Wang sneered:

"I'm not guilty yet. That box of rose saltpeter, Lin's Pharmaceutical Limited Edition, do you know how much it sells for on the market?

As for those two students, their injuries have been confirmed..."

Seeing that Daiyu was still refusing to sign, Chen Wang handcuffed her, threw her back into the iron cage, and brought Huang Siyu out.

Even in this desperate moment, Daiyu remained neither humble nor arrogant, and argued with Chen Wang:

"Hello, I would like to apply for bail pending trial."

Chen Wang sneered coldly:

"Still on bail, do you know the conditions for bail?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a slightly old voice sounded from behind him, speaking in a sonorous and powerful voice:

"Who said she doesn't meet the requirements? Is this how you usually handle cases?"

Chen Wang looked back and saw an old man in a blue shirt approaching. Wasn't that Director Lan? Next to him, Deputy Director Huang followed tremblingly, with his chest hunched and his back bent.

A young man walked in front of Director Lan, exuding a cold air. Although he was obviously younger than Director Lan, his aura was suffocating.

Chen Wang didn't dare to look him in the eye and could only lower his head.

In the iron cage, Daiyu sat on the ground. She looked up at the cold white fluorescent light outside the corridor, her eyes were dull and unfocused.

She heard the sound of shoes tapping on the ground and seemed to be talking to herself:

"Or, can you help me contact my grandmother? I'm afraid she's worried about me..."

Just now when Chen Wang asked her to sign and put her fingerprints, she glanced at his computer screen and saw the time. It was almost twelve o'clock in the evening.

He Shuirong had never seen Daiyu like this before. When they first met, he could occasionally see some inexplicable melancholy in her eyes.

After that, she became more and more like sunshine, bright, warm, positive, and her smile was extremely cute.

At this moment, Daiyu sat on the ground in a daze, her hands on her knees, her hair scattered on her forehead, and her eyes staring at the corridor with empty eyes.

She didn't shed tears, but her heart was more fragmented than if she had cried loudly, like a piece of charcoal that was about to burn out, leaving only a little faint light.

He Shuirong even felt as if Daiyu was about to fly back with the wind in the next moment.

Perhaps sensing a familiar aura, Daiyu finally came back to her senses. She thought she was hallucinating and only murmured softly:

"Teacher He?"

There was no affirmative tone in her voice, as if she was talking to the air. Her eyes were unfocused and the little stars in them were gone. She was no longer the smart girl I saw yesterday.

At that moment, He Shuirong was really heartbroken.

Chen Wang, this idiot, even asked Director Lan:

"Director Lan, what are these people doing here?"

He Shuirong walked up to him, not paying any attention to him, pointed at the iron lock, and said two words coldly:

"Open."

Even at this time, Chen Wang just looked at Director Lan, as if asking what to do.

He Shuirong has lost all patience:

"Do you want me to open it for you? How about I lock you in?"

He Shuirong pinched Chen Wang's neck, his eyes were red, his voice was almost crazy, he was such a gentle man, but he still buttoned his shirt to the last button.

But the roar of Chen Wang was even more terrifying than a wild beast about to devour its prey.

Director Lan hurriedly snatched the key from Chen Wang's hand, and his hands shook several times before he opened the iron cage.

When Daiyu came out, she was still handcuffed on her wrists. There were several red marks on her cold white wrists, which looked shocking under the dim light.

Chen Wang then stiffened his fingers and stepped forward to untie Daiyu's wrists.

"Let go of your dirty hands!"

He Shuirong coldly snatched the key from his hand, lowered his head, and uncuffed Daiyu.

"Bang!"

When the handcuffs fell to the ground, Daiyu seemed to... finally come alive. Her eyes turned red and tears overflowed from her sockets and fell desperately.

He Shuirong stepped forward, gently stroked the tears on her cheeks, pushed back her hair, then gently hugged her and patted her back slowly, like comforting a baby:

"It's okay... It's okay! I'm sorry... I'm late!"

Huang Siyu also walked out of the interrogation room, holding the confession and confession in his hand, and asked timidly:

"Then... do we still have to sign this confession of guilt and punishment?"

Director Lan's eyelids twitched when he heard this. How could this ancestor dare to let her sign? His official hat would be in danger soon -

He hurried forward to take the information and apologized respectfully:

"It was all a misunderstanding today. Huang, Lin, I'm sorry."

Mr. Zheng was standing by and finally dialed a number.