I'm all set, you don't even want to fuck me

Su Hui originally wanted to detain Cong Jun for a while, but because of Cong Sheng's face, he had to let him out.

As soon as he entered the office area of ​​the sixth team, the people in the office looked at him with a different look.

In general, Mr. Cong is still suspicious in the eyes of others.

Lin Li was the same as usual, he laughed a few times: "Team Cong, as long as you are fine."

"What happened after that?"

"A few people have been arrested, including those from the Yan family and the Cheng family." Lin Li clicked his tongue regretfully: "I thought they would be a bunch of people, but the background of the Cheng family and the Yan family is too big. Except for Zhou Li, only a few people were arrested. Small shrimp."

Speaking of Zhou Li, he was really a good dog of Cheng Xiao, who stopped all the crimes, and he had nothing to do with Cheng Xiao.

Cong Jun nodded, as if thinking of something: "Who have you caught? It can clear my suspicion."

Lin Li sighed: "That person seems to be called Qin Sheng."

Cong Jun was taken aback.Hearing Lin Lize explain the ins and outs, he looked deeply at the transcript that Lin Lize handed over, and paused: "What about others?"

"gone."

The place Qin Sheng lives in is not too bad, but it's not good either. Although the place is a few tens of square meters, it is simple, but the kitchen and bathroom furniture are complete.

Cong Jun stood at the door, seeing the frail man standing in front of him tremblingly, suddenly a little irritable.

Handed Qin Sheng a bank card: "Password 1 to 6, the money is not much, but I don't like to owe favors to others."

"No need." Qin Sheng put his hand on the door, and looked at Cong Jun with a steady gaze: "Young Master Yan has already done me a favor."

Furthermore, Yan Yiming once said, just let him lend a hand when he needs help.

Although he didn't know that the meaning of helping him was to make him perjury to be involved in such a deep matter.

"That's his share, this is mine." Cong Jun looked at Qin Sheng's tightened fingers and frowned: "Or are you going to threaten me with this matter in the future?"

"I don't." Qin Sheng raised his head, looked at those questioning eyes, stretched out his hand, and took the bank card.

Cong Jun took out a cigarette, lit one, put it near his mouth, took a puff, squinted his eyes and put the cigarette case in his pocket: "Qin Sheng, although I don't know why you want to help me, but you can get anything from me." , but Yan Yiming didn't discuss it."

When Yan Yiming was mentioned, Qin Sheng fell silent.

Mr. Cong shook the ash and put the cigarette back to his mouth: "Besides, it's beyond your reach."

"Mr. Cong, is Yan Yiming dead?"

Putting the hand holding the cigarette next to his mouth, Cong Jun was only stunned for a moment: "Who said that?"

"Young Master Yan."

impossible.

Yan Yiming was still alive in the hands of Yan Ruohao, and Yan Yiming's condition was also stable before leaving.It doesn't make sense that as soon as he walked away he got the news of that person's death from someone else.

"It's not something you should care about." Cong Jun threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. Although he said so calmly, he turned around and couldn't wait to go to Yan's house.

Yan Ruohao curled his lips when he saw the person who walked into his house just after being cleared of his suspicions: "What's the matter?"

"How is Yan Yiming?"

There was a moment of silence in the study, and then Yan Ruohao's unwavering voice sounded.

"Dead." Yan Ruohao signed the document, closed it and put it aside, his tone seemed to be recounting a story he had seen: "He died on the way when he went abroad and didn't make it to the hospital."

"Where's the corpse?"

Yan Ruohao raised his eyebrows, and met those unusually calm eyes, he never expected Cong Jun to be so calm.

"Yan Ruohao, I wouldn't believe you if I didn't see the corpse." Cong Jun didn't believe it, he didn't believe that Yan Ruohao could stay in this study reviewing documents as if nothing had happened after Yan Yiming died, and Yan Ruohao didn't move at all after Yan Yiming died.

As if seeing what Cong Jun was thinking, Yan Ruohao took off his glasses and wiped them carefully with a cloth: "Cong Jun, it's fine if I'm so cold-blooded, I didn't expect you to be the same. Yan Yiming's tomb is in country m, if you want to Go and I will arrange someone to take you to see it at any time."

In a word, the sudden impact on Cong Jun's heart made Cong Jun difficult to breathe.

Yes.

Who is he, Yan Ruohao, who can force Yan Xiao down by means, so naturally he can accept Yan Yiming's death calmly.

Yan Ruohao's blood was never hot.

Those eyes were as indifferent as usual, as if they couldn't see any light.

Jun Cong's faith had collapsed a bit, and it was even difficult for him to stand here, so he avoided Yan Ruohao's sight and returned to the room he rented.

Lying on the sofa, Cong Jun's mind was full of Yan Yiming's body covered in blood and weakness in the abandoned warehouse.

At that time, he didn't have any reaction, but thinking about it now, a kind of panic suddenly filled his heart.

When Yan Ruohao asked him to see Yan Yiming's tomb so plainly, Cong Jun was suddenly frightened.