Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

After half an hour.

The headlights on the construction site were as bright as day. With several loud noises, the sealed cement floor was exploded. Several excavators came over, broke open the mud floor, and dug out Yang Guang's body, which was welded to death in the cement. .

Not exposed to air, the body was relatively well preserved.

But his ears, nostrils, mouth... and even his eyes were filled with cement. Just by looking at it, you could feel the pain and despair he felt when he suffocated to death.

Bei Huan felt so uncomfortable that she almost shed tears.

"You will experience a lot of scenes like this in the future." Yan Nantian comforted her, "Be strong. Tears are useless. Redressing the injustice of these dead people and making the murderers pay the price is the meaning of our existence!"

"Yes!" Bei Huan nodded vigorously, "I understand!"

Bei Huan rubbed his red eyes, the light in his eyes dimmed, and he said with a heavy tone: "Officer Yan, those people in our police station..."

"I reported the situation on the way here. The investigation team will be here tomorrow morning, don't worry." Yan Nantian said solemnly, "No one will be missed!"

Bei Huan was relieved.

When Yan Nantian went to explain the characters to his subordinates, Bei Huan kept secretly paying attention to Mr. Shen standing next to him from the corner of his eye.

The man's aura was so strong that he barely spoke from the beginning to the end, but just standing there was impossible to ignore.

Bei Huan also knows that those men in black tonight are all subordinates of Mr. Shen...

She wanted to go up and say thank you, but she just took a step forward.

The man who was leaning in front of the car and checking his cell phone with his eyes lowered suddenly raised his eyelids.

Caught off guard, his eyes caught him.

Only then did Bei Huan see his face clearly. It turned out that it was easy to see to a certain extent, and it had real lethality. Bei Huan was so shocked that his breath stopped.

She was so nervous that she clenched her hands unconsciously and was about to run away, but the man made a sound at this moment.

"That kid." Shen Xiujin didn't remember the little policeman's name at all. He looked very young, so he raised his hand towards Bei Huan and said, "Come here."

Bei Huan looked around to make sure that the child was calling her. His heartbeat was a little fast, so he walked over obediently.

"Mr. Shen, is there something...is something wrong?"

Shen Xiujin looked at the phone call that was hung up ruthlessly on the screen. He rubbed his temples with a headache and asked Bei Huan, "Use your phone to call me."

His Mrs. Shen doesn't know how long she will be angry...she doesn't even answer his phone calls.

Instead, a text message was sent.

Su Qiao: [Don’t call me, call Lulu. 】

Shen Xiujin was speechless and choked.

He could only ask the little policeman in front of him to help him.

Shen Xiujin looked at her blank look, staring straight at him, and frowned: "No mobile phone?"

"Ah... yes!" Bei Huan turned around quickly, his ears secretly turned red, and he didn't dare to look at Mr. Shen in front of him. She took out her mobile phone and handed it over obediently.

Shen Xiujin didn't answer. He gritted his teeth and took a long puff. He held half of the cigarette between his fingers and faintly called out a series of numbers.

Bei Huan lowered her head and pressed on the screen. She could feel the man's gaze on her head, his brows cold and deep, indescribably dangerous and charming.

Bei Huan lowered his head tightly, and could almost smell the faint smell of tobacco coming from him.

She didn't like people smoking, but she didn't find it offensive when Mr. Shen in front of her smoked... Sure enough, if he was handsome enough, others would automatically add filters to him.

"...Okay." Bei Huan mustered up the courage to look up at him.

Shen Xiujin's long eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the emotions under her eyes, and her voice was very light, revealing a hint of helplessness.

"You fight. Tell her that Yang Guang's body has been exhumed. You can bring Yang's mother over to take her son back and bury him in peace."

"Okay..." Bei Huan found that no matter how calm this man's tone was, he still had a sense of domineering and oppression from a superior, leaving no room for rejection at all.

She couldn't help but wonder, who was on the other end of the phone?

How can such a man not dare to take the initiative to make a phone call and have to make a detour...

Before Bei Huan could figure it out, the call was connected, and a familiar and cold voice sounded in his ears, as ethereal as mist.

"I'm Su Qiao, what's the matter?"

sujo...

Isn't that the woman who knocked her unconscious and gave her clues? !

Bei Huan's eyes widened immediately, and he was stunned for several seconds before he came back to his senses.

"Su...Miss Su, I am Bei Huan, the one from the car..."

"I know." Su Qiao asked again, "What's the matter?"

It was quiet on her end.

Bei Huan suppressed the surprise and confusion in her heart. She held her phone and followed Mr. Shen's instructions just now and said, "Yang Guang's body has been dug out. You can bring Mother Yang to claim it..."

"Okay, right away..."

Bei Huan's cell phone was suddenly taken away.

Shen Xiujin frowned and said unhappily: "Don't open the ghost door randomly."

Bei Huan's palms were empty. She raised her eyes and looked over. She saw that Mr. Shen, who was aloof, distant, and unapproachable, now spoke much softer to the person on the other end of the phone.

"Be obedient." There was an almost gentle look of helplessness in the man's eyes. He said, "The death row prisoner still has a chance to appeal. Mrs. Shen, you should at least let me admit my mistake in person, right?"

Mrs. Shen...

These three words came out of his mouth with infinite tenderness.

Bei Huan was overwhelmed by the huge amount of information one after another and couldn't recover for a while.