Zhu Lihao was crazy, he hugged his father's shoulders and shook desperately, but Zhu Ziming was motionless as if he was dead.

Zhu Lihao was stupid, his eyes were red staring at the cold rain butterfly, the hair on his head stood up, and a huge resentment made him lose his mind, and he said word by word.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you、、、、、、"

Zhu Lihao was really crazy, he thought that his father was dead, and if his father died, his biggest reliance would be gone.

His father is not Li Gang, Li Gang was at least scolded and beaten, his father couldn't do it, he hung up in front of him, and if he hung up, he was still hung up by a woman.

The crazy Zhu Lihao rushed towards the cold rain butterfly without a head, with a fierce momentum, like a calf in the gladiatorial arena, with his head down, he hit the lower abdomen of the cold rain butterfly.

Yes, he wants to use this posture to kill Hanyu Butterfly, and that's what he thinks, he must kill this woman.

This woman is his father's killer's enemy, and his father's revenge is not shared.

Hanyu Butterfly smiled coldly, flashed lightly to the side, and the fiery red figure suddenly dodged the impact of the mad cow, and saw that the calf's strength was old, and the momentum was unstable, and it still hit forward, and he hit the wall behind Hanyu Butterfly.

Rumble.

The entire wall shook, causing several people in the room to suddenly feel that the entire roof was shaking.

I don't know what it is? I just felt as if there was something on the roof, crackling and falling down.

If you look closely, the milk legs, and the wall ash on the roof have been shaken down.

Look at our adorable calves again, okay? The calf's body shook, and a pool of blood immediately ran out of his head, drawing a bright mark of blood along the wall, and he fell to the ground.

,, he crashed and died.

I don't kill Beren, but Beren dies because of me.

Hanyu Butterfly didn't want to kill Zhu Lihao's father and son, but now there are two corpses in one room, and the death of Zhu Lihao's father and son has a lot to do with Hanyu Die.

Things have taken a turn for the worse.

That's often the way things are, just when everyone was stunned, a team of policemen arrived majestically, led by a middle-aged man in his fifties, who looked very serious.

The veteran policeman, who was very experienced, stepped forward and instructed his teammates to separate the injured and take them out of the room for questioning.

As for Wang Haohe and Hanyu Butterfly, who had already sat back at the table, they chose to ask questions on the spot.

Judging by the situation, Zhu Lihao was seriously injured, and the collision was not light, and he had been sent to the hospital by the ambulance that rushed to the hospital for first aid, as for life and death, there is no conclusion for the time being.

The next room was temporarily interrogated, and all the testimonies pointed to the cold rain butterfly, and all the accusations were very unfavorable to the cold rain butterfly.

The old cop was not stupid and did not show an aggressive appearance.

Being in the bustling Gyeonggi important place in the capital, he knows that after beating someone, he can still behave like this without being surprised, and there are not many people sitting here and drinking tea calmly.

"What's going on, which of you will say it first!"

Wang Hao glanced at the old policeman, Han Yudie just wanted to speak, but was stopped by Wang Hao's eyes, He Donglai took a sip of tea in a decent manner, and said with a very calm expression.

"Hello, comrade, is it a thing? It's like this、、、、、、"

After He Donglai finished speaking, he didn't look at anyone, he still took a sip of tea, and dealt with it indifferently, he completely explained the whole incident in the way of an outsider.

The direction of the exposition is clear, realistic, and not biased in any direction.

The old policeman agreed with He Donglai's exposition very much, but judging from the old policeman's somewhat forbearant attitude, he was very unwilling to see He Donglai's subdued and frustrated way of speaking.

After asking, I just wanted to speak, but the door was pushed open, and a person of extraordinary rank wearing a snow-white uniform and carrying a police flower on his shoulders stood outside the door.

The door of this private room had been kicked by Zhu Lihao before, so it was pushed open suddenly, and it looked even more dilapidated.

As if to match the identity of the visitor, the door made a loud 'pop' sound, and the door panel finally fell off, looking like someone had kicked it open again.

"Lao Xu, what are you doing? Nonsense, there is such a big thing, why don't you go through the legal process, handcuff them all to me, take them back to the police station, ask them in turn, and keep them under close care to prevent collusion! ”

It was the old policeman who was called Lao Xu, and he and a little policeman who were sitting at the table together to make interrogation records immediately stood up and said seriously.

"Yes, Commissar!"

After the old policeman finished speaking, he turned to He Donglai and the three of them.

"Due to the complexity of the case, it is impossible to find out for a while, and we ask the three comrades to go to the sub-bureau with us to assist in the investigation, please!"

Unexpectedly, after Lao Xu finished speaking, the white uniform at the door was on fire.

"Lao Xu, what are you doing? This is a homicide case, they are murderers, how can you not distinguish between the enemy and me!

Is that how the word 'comrade' is used? Handcuff these three people and detain them separately, I repeat, they must be strictly guarded to prevent collusion, they are serious murderers! ”

If the political commissar in white uniform said such things for the first time, Wang Hao and He Donglai would not be surprised, the reason is very simple, they are policemen, which can be understood as professional habits.

However, the second emphasis, and the attitude is clearly aimed at the purpose, then it cannot be ruled out that this political commissar wearing a white uniform and not a low rank has other intentions.

He Donglai and Wang Hao looked at each other and smiled, and they realized together that this high-level political commissar must be the helper called by Zhu Ziming.

He Donglai said immediately.

"Comrade policeman, you can't wronged good people! We're not murderers, we're in self-defense.

As for the kid who was killed or knocked unconscious, many people have seen the specific situation, you can eat as much as you want, and you can't talk nonsense! ”

"Have you been wronged, go back and investigate clearly!"

The political commissar made a straight face, frowned, glanced at the old policeman known as Lao Xu, looked very disappointed, and waved his hand at the two policemen behind him.

The two young police officers immediately stepped forward, took out handcuffs, and were about to put them on He Donglai and Wang Hao, who were sitting outside, their faces were cold, and their expressions couldn't be more serious.

As soon as he grabbed He Donglai's hand, he didn't want He Donglai to wave away the handcuffs of the young police officer very angrily, slapped his big hand on the dining table, and said coldly.

"Presumptuous, if you don't investigate, if you don't understand, you will be handcuffed when you come up, I think you don't want to do it as a political commissar.

Am I the one you can cuff as you like? You first ask the people of the United Nations City if they agree, I have never seen a case like you, it's just nonsense! ”

After He Donglai finished speaking, he took out his work card from his pocket and slapped it coldly in front of the little policeman, who was a little stupid when he saw the black cover and the golden national emblem.

One stood upright, followed by a salute, and then carefully took it and opened it:

Member of the Municipal Party Committee, Standing Committee of the United Nations Municipal Committee, Executive Vice Mayor, He Donglai.

The little police officer has seen department-level cadres, but he has rarely seen local cadres, let alone a local cadre like Xiang He Donglai, who has a good grasp of all aspects.

He stepped forward and handed the work card to the political commissar with both hands, the political commissar glanced at it, nodded silently, and said something? The little constable turned and walked out of the room.

(Tianjin)