Detective Training Manual

"??" Zhou Yan frowned.

He looked up and saw that Mr. Qian was still keeping his face in his palms, and he didn't look here at all.

Therefore, Zhou Yan stretched out his hand and took a look at the card.

"..."

He was stunned.

A black card with a nondescript, bird-like thing painted on it.

At this moment, Zhou Yan felt the blood in his whole body beginning to surge to his head.

He thought it was a little absurd.

How could this card appear in Mrs. Qian's pocket?

Zhou Yan had seen this card. It was on the door of the suburban factory last time.

I remember that at that time, Tetsutang Masako told himself a legend about a story called the Criminal Club, and the logo of that club seemed to be like this.

"What the hell...what's going on?" Zhou Yan was yelling in his heart, he seemed to be stunned all of a sudden.

The case was already nearing its end, because this card seemed to suddenly change its flavor.

Zhou Yan couldn't manage that much, so he quickly pushed Mr. Qian on the side.

"Hey! Hey!" he yelled eagerly, a bit impolite.

Mr. Qian raised his head and looked at Zhou Yan inexplicably, only to see Zhou Yan holding the card in Mrs. Qian's pocket: "What is this?"

"This is...?" Mr. Qian looked at the card: "Card."

"You don't know what this is? I just took it out of your wife's pocket!" Zhou Yan continued to shout.

Mr. Qian shook his head and looked at Zhou Yan with a more inexplicable look: "I don't know." But suddenly, he seemed to remember something: "Oh, I remember, this card is half a month ago. It just appeared."

"What do you mean by appearing half a month ago?"

"It's... one day half a month ago, I went home and found such a card at the door of my house. I thought it was a membership card from a store owned by my wife, so I took it home. It was placed on the table."

"And then!" Zhou Yan asked urgently.

"Then I didn't care. I have this kind of card in my house... After that, the card was picked up. I never saw it again, and I almost forgot it." Mr. Qian said , And then looked at Zhou Yan's nervous expression: "So, what happened to this card?"

Zhou Yan shook his head: "I...I don't know."

He really doesn't know... But this card seems to represent some very simple things. The fastest https://://m.

Criminal Club...

Does this legendary place really exist?

If everything Li Lei said before was the conjecture of a person on the verge of collapse, then how does this card explain it now?

How to explain that huge factory!

Madam Qian...what is the connection between her and this card?

The more Zhou Yan thought about it, the more it felt wrong.

He stood up abruptly and walked towards the small room where the transcript was made. First release╭ァんttps://www..cΘmヤ

He wants to ask Mrs. Qian!

However, he had just walked to the door of the room and had not waited to touch the doorknob.

Squeak...

The door opened from the inside.

Seeing that Madam Qian was already standing behind the door with blank eyes, Lao Guo opened the door for her.

Obviously, the transcript has been completed.

Seeing Zhou Yan blocking the door, Old Guo was startled: "What's wrong, what's the matter?"

Zhou Yan ignored Lao Guo, he directly took out the card in his hand and placed it in front of Madam Qian.

"Excuse me, why is this card in your pocket!" Zhou Yan asked.

"..." Madam Qian did not answer.

"Look at me, what the **** is this card!" Zhou Yan's voice became louder.

"Hey, what do you want to do?" Lao Guo had to remind Zhou Yan: "Now the person involved is very fragile. If you have anything to do, can you wait for her to ease and ask?"

Zhou Yan's hand squeezed the card tightly... and Mrs. Qian just lowered her head and took a step forward, Zhou Yan had to turn her body sideways and clear the way.

Madam Qian walked forward...Mr. Qian also hurriedly got up and leaned in front of Madam Qian, trying to comfort him.

Zhou Yan looked at that figure, thin and weak, as if his soul had been emptied.

No matter how you look at it, that's what a mother who has lost her child should look like...

But that card...

Zhou Yan walked over and grabbed Lao Guo.

"How are the transcripts done?" he asked.

Old Guo sighed: "What else? This woman actually talked to the kidnapper on the phone before calling the police.

Because she was afraid that the child would have a fever or cold in the hands of the kidnapper, she would do what the kidnapper said. After calling the police, she actually wanted to let the kidnapper hand over her child safely. She didn't care at all. No matter what the case, she doesn't care about the money, she just wants her children to not suffer a little bit.

Oh, being a mother, it should be all this mentality. "

"How did Madam Qian decide? She killed the kidnapper!" Zhou Yan asked again.

Old Guo shrugged: "What else can I do, a mother who knows that his child has been thrown into the river, if you are, can you still be sensible? It is estimated that if we don't stop, Madam Qian can sit on the dead Next, stabbed for an hour?

As for the verdict...I have to wait for the court to be held tomorrow, but it should not be too heavy~www.wuxiaspot.com~ According to your experience, to what extent? "Zhou Yan still reluctantly asked.

"This..." Lao Guo said in a bit embarrassed: "I'm really hard to say, but it may be about a year, and then go in for a few months, just because of good performance, shorten the sentence, the lawyer you hired will give you more money. With a little effort, there is not much time left.

Oh, yes, Mr. Qian’s family is so rich, and bail and the like are paid, then maybe two or three months will be enough.

emmm...If Mrs. Qian's mental condition is not very good, she may still apply for hospitalization. In this way, she may not need to be locked up for a few days inside and outside. "

"Maybe you don't have to go to jail?" Zhou Yan was stunned.

"Of course, Madam Qian’s behavior, if it is a little vague, even if it is a legitimate defense, I actually feel that she does not need to judge anything at all. The child is dead, she has nothing, and she still has to go to jail. ...It is estimated that after the verdict, the media will have to make trouble for another few months."

While talking, Lao Guo shook his head helplessly.

"Where will Mrs. Qian live during this time?"

"The court will be held the day after tomorrow, so today and tomorrow, Mrs. Qian will live in the police cell. Of course, it is the best single cell. The food is of the highest standard, so don't worry..."

Lao Guo probably thought that Zhou Yan was worried about Madam Qian, so he patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and then quickly followed Madam Qian's pace.

Zhou Yan stood alone in the corridor of the police station in the early morning. In the distance, Mrs. Qian's thin figure was getting farther and farther, until it disappeared at the end.

He remembered Mrs. Qian's smile in the darkness again... and recalling it now, it seemed indescribably beautiful... and weird...