Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Mo Shangyun followed Cen Zao to find a forensic doctor.

Peng Yuqiu followed.

Forensic doctors have repeatedly confirmed to Mo Jun-whether you want to see it or not.

More than a month, coupled with the high temperature of Yuncheng, caused the corpses to rot seriously, which is definitely not acceptable to ordinary people.

Mo Shangyun didn't try to emphasize anything, let alone guarantee, she explained her wishes, and then looked at the forensic calmly.

Forensic froze for a while, understood Mo Shangyun's intention, and nodded.

Peng Yuqiu did not pass.

He went to the pastoral team of Interpol Brigade.

"Lao Peng."

Seeing Peng Yuqiu, Mu Cheng greeted him with little interest.

The group with him shrunk in a lounge, and the men of the Interpol Brigade poured tea on them intimately, but they didn't touch any of them.

Peng Yuqiu didn't see the scene with his own eyes. Although he couldn't empathize with it, he also expressed understanding.

He glanced at Mu Cheng, then turned and went out.

Mu Cheng also wears the clothing of the Armed Police Brigade. Even the armbands are the same as those of the other armed policemen. When he got up, he tore off the armbands and gave them to an armed policeman.

The other party glanced at him, then took it.

Mucheng then went out.

Peng Yuqiu was waiting for him in the corridor. He leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette. When he saw Mu Cheng coming, he handed him a pack of cigarettes.

After hesitating, Mucheng took the pack of cigarettes and picked a cigarette. Peng Yuqiu threw the lighter at him, and he caught it from the air.

They usually don't like to smoke this thing, mainly because Yan Ye, who is the captain, doesn't like it. Without this habit, they can't learn from it. But sometimes, the veterans will give them a cigarette-to ease some memories.

"Can you find a way to get Ruan Yan out?" Peng Yuqiu asked rather coldly.

"what?"

Mucheng didn't respond for a while.

After thinking for a while, Peng Yuqiu said: "I can't cope with the state of Mo Shangyun."

Although I have known Mo Shangyun for a while, it is at best an ordinary friend relationship. When someone important leaves, he can do nothing.

Seen strange and uncomfortable.

On the contrary, Ruan Yan and Mo Shangyun's words... Ruan Yan should have a way.

Yan Ye is not here, they need to take care of Mo Shangyun.

"This," Mu Cheng scratched his head in embarrassment. "This can only find a foot team, but Ruan Yan has a big face. It should be no problem to come out."

Seeing him say this, Peng Yuqiu said quickly: "Then you can do it."

Mucheng: "..."

After thinking about it for a while, Mu Cheng asked unclearly: "No, her mother...is sister Cen, isn't she?"

"..." Peng Yuqiu gave him a heavy look. "I heard that she and Chen Lu are also friends for many years."

Moreover, the mother who didn't say a word of relief along the way...he never saw him anyway.

"Okay," Mu Cheng nodded and said, "I'll contact the team."

*

Mo Shangyun only stayed there for ten minutes.

Then, come out.

His face was a little white, but it was just a little white, and there was no particularly strong reaction.

The forensic doctor followed, closing the door.

Cen Yun was waiting for Mo Shangyun at the door. When Mo Shangyun came out, he turned sideways and looked up at Mo Shangyun.

"mom."

Mo Shangyun shouted at her.

"Well." Cen Zuo responded faintly.

Turning his head, Mo Shangjun calmly looked at Shang Cenzhuo's eyes and said, "I have something to do."

This is for notification, not for comment.

This tone, Cen Tuo is accustomed to.

Cen Tuo paused, "When?"

"tonight."

Looking around her, Cen Zuo suddenly asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Can't eat."

Speaking of these three words, Mo Shangyun seemed to think of something, and frowned lightly.

The forensic doctor stood behind, looking at the mother and daughter who were not quite right, did not speak, but could not control the sense of disobedience in their hearts.

At this time... talk about eating? !

If this mother's looks smart, he had to vomit.

After a few steps, Mo Shangyun exhaled.

"Where is the funeral?" Mo Shangjun stood in front of Cen Zhuo and asked.

"His hometown."

"When?"

"Just these few days." Cen Yuan said, "Your dad said, if you want, you can wear filial piety."

Mo Shangyun froze for a moment, then whispered: "I won't go."

Don't go.

She didn’t go to anyone’s funeral.

She should be dressed up for filial piety, but she didn't want to.

What she wants is to discuss a result for Chen Lu, not a process that has been arranged for a long time.

"Okay," Cen Tzu would never be difficult for a strong man, so he nodded and agreed. After a while, she asked her, "Where do you want to go now?"

"Go out first."

Mo Shangyun said lightly.

This corridor made her feel a little depressed.

She left first.

The forensic doctor stared at her suspiciously, but Cen Zhuo glanced at him, and the forensic doctor's heart was shocked, and he conveniently took his sight back to the ground, daring not to look at it again.

Mo Shangyun walked in front, Cen Yun followed.

Leaving the Criminal Police Brigade, Mo Shangjun went directly to the Criminal Police Brigade opposite, and chose a set of casual clothes to change, and Cen Tuo swiped the card the moment she changed it out.

Wrapping up her army uniform, Cen Yuan carried them, and the two went out without a word.

After a few steps, Mo Shangjun's pace stopped.

Cen Tuo looked at her sideways and saw that she didn't look at herself at all, but looked at the opposite side-not far from the Criminal Police Brigade, there were several shops, the most prominent of which was the name of a shop written in bright red characters- "Liu Ji Noodle House".

Cen Tuo frowned subconsciously.

What’s a bad name, you have to call this?

"mom."

Pressing down the brim of the baseball cap, Mo Shangyun shouted to Cen Tuo.

"Ok?"

Cen Tuo recovered.

"Uncle Chen said, next time I meet, give me something to eat." Mo Shangyun's emotions were faint, and his eyes fell on Cen Zhuo, meaning it was self-evident.

Mo Shangyun said this, of course, not for pure remembrance, but...

"What do you want to eat?" Cen Tuo asked bluntly.

"Noodles." Mo Shangjun said, and after two seconds, he added, "Handmade."

Cen Yuan: "..."

This bear child.

*

six thirty.

Peng Yuqiu, who just got a reply from Mu Cheng, wanted to contact Cen Tuo in time, but as soon as he took out his mobile phone, he saw the latest news.

This look, stayed.

"How?" Mu Cheng asked Peng Yuqiu wonderingly.

"Cen...Sister sent me a message," Peng Yuqiu said. "I gave an address and asked me to buy some ingredients."

By the way, I asked him if he would make noodles.

This, in his and Mucheng's ideas, was a bit unbelievable.

I just wanted to see...what a blink...

After a while, Mucheng recovered, "Mo Mo is with her?"

"should."

"Then you'll be able to pass by," Mucheng urged. "If she has something to do, not only is it difficult for Yan Ye to have a business trip, but you can't be too sorry."

Peng Yuqiu quickly responded to Cen Tuo, then asked Mu Mucheng, "What about you?"

"I'm against Ruan Yan. If he wants to come out, I have to go back."

Yan Ye brought out a group of people there, and it was still something that was only known internally. If they ran around here again, once they found it, no one could eat it and walk around.

"That line." Peng Yuqiu nodded, thinking, and patted his shoulder again, "worked hard."

"small……"

When a ‘thing’ was not said, Mu Cheng’s face changed. Thinking of certain pictures, it was really so random that he couldn’t say, so he waved his hand.

Peng Yuqiu photographed his shoulder again, as comfort.

"Remember to tell Ruan Yan," Mu Cheng exhaled, and said to Peng Yuqiu Yinsen, "Tell Yan Ye, give the **** who killed thousands of knives..."

The force placed on his shoulders was slightly heavier, and Peng Yuqiu motioned him not to go any further, and at the same time, gave him a reassuring look.

Mucheng nodded, turned his face away with a dark face.

After a while, Peng Yuqiu glanced down at the phone information and was ready to do things.

*

seven thirty.

Peng Yuqiu mentioned the ingredients he just bought and hurriedly followed the address to find a community.

This community should be newly built, with high-rise buildings and complete security facilities. Peng Yuqiu entered the community with his uncle and found 3 buildings written on the address.

Just looking at the number on the address to find 1202, Peng Yuqiu was going to ring the doorbell, he heard a slight movement inside, and soon the door was opened.

A middle-aged man stood at the door.

Around 40 years old, with a round face, bald head, and a scar on his head, from the forehead to the forehead, it is very long. The figure is a little blessed, but it looks very strong, and the height is not far from him.

What is even more infiltrating is that, with a bluffing face, he shows an amiable smile towards Peng Yuqiu, "Are you a friend of Mo Mo?"