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Fang Ze smiled and said, Okay, okay, next month.

Hearing that Fang Ze's mentality seemed to have returned to normal, Liang Yongzhou was relieved.

After chatting for a while, both parties hung up the phone.

Li Ruisi said: Old Fang, go back next month

Fang Ze put down his phone, nodded and said, Well, there are still many things to do at the Provincial Department.

My captain has been away for too long, and it's somewhat inappropriate.

Li Ruisi said: That's fine, anyway, I'll be at the concert in a few days.

When the time comes, I will read it and prepare it for you to practice.

At this time, in a private community in Zhongnan.

In the huge living room, there are four or five people sitting.

Among them, Zhou Lao is impressively listed.

On the sofa, a middle-aged man's face was extremely ugly. He stubbed out his cigarette, turned his head and said coldly: Murong Yun, repeat what you just said to me again!

In his line of sight, sat a young man.

The young man was silent for a few seconds before speaking slowly.

Mr. Li, Li Chenxuan's death was really an accident.

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Chapter 396 Can you call him over? 【2】

Mr. Li, Li Chenxuan's death was really an accident.

As soon as these words came out, the face of the middle-aged man suddenly became even uglier.

Sombre, almost dripping water.

On the other side, Elder Zhou sat there quietly, drinking the tea in his cup silently.

He didn't interrupt the conversation between the two.

As a bystander, listen quietly.

The middle-aged man sitting there is called Li Xingchao.

Identity is very sensitive.

To put it bluntly: he has the qualifications to talk to Mr. Zhou on an equal footing.

And Li Chenxuan is his only son.

Of course, in addition to this, there is also a daughter who is abroad.

One can imagine how Li Xingchao felt when his son died.

He stared closely at Murong Yun who was sitting there, and said coldly, You have been investigating for five days.

Now tell me it was an accident

Murong Yun, you have to think it through before you speak!

The cold voice carried the majesty of Li Xingchao's superior, and pressed towards Murong Yun.

Murong Yun's face changed.

Cold sweat broke out involuntarily.

Of course he knew who the middle-aged man in front of him was, he was a person who stomped his feet and the whole country trembled.

Being stared at by such a person, Murong Yun's pressure is like a tide.

Murong Yun couldn't help swallowing if he was a little careless, and said with a wry smile: Mr. Li

Li Xingchao waved his hand, interrupted Murong Yun's words, and said, Ask again! How did you die?

Murong Yun didn't dare to speak anymore.

He bowed his head into silence.

Staring at Murong Yun for a while, Li Xingchao sighed deeply, and picked up the cigarette case on the table.

But he didn't smoke, he just stared at the pack.

Murong Yun, from Huaxia, is one of the internationally renowned private detectives.

In the past, many cases that even the police were helpless were solved in his hands.

The reputation is there, and the credibility is still very high.

Just how could it be an accident

Li Xingchao muttered to himself.

A big living person was crushed to death by a falling billboard while walking on the road.

Is there such a coincidence?

No, no

Certainly not!

Li Xingchao shook his head unconsciously.

Although he is a very rational person, he knows how to restrain his emotions.

But this time it was his only son who died.

No matter how good your attitude is, it will be affected.

What did you find out?

After a while, Li Xingchao turned his head to look at Murong Yun.

Murong Yun hesitated for a moment, and said, The billboard collapsed because a taxi knocked down a newly planted tree nearby.

According to the investigation, this is indeed a traffic accident.