Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

He let go, one end of the handcuffs fell out of his palm, and asked, "Do you want to escape?"

Run away?

He came prepared, can he escape?

She stepped forward and stretched out her hand.

Click——

There was a sound from the metal card slot and she was handcuffed.

Qiao Nanchu did not personally **** him. In the afternoon, he came to the anti-drug team. Team Xiao just came out of the interrogation room. He asked, "Have you hired?"

He refers to Zhang Zixi.

Team Xiao shook his head and had a headache: "She only said a word and asked Qiao Nanchu to come over." He had heard that the two were classmates when they were in the police academy.

People who have been to the police academy also go to drug dealers, knowing the law and breaking the law, even worse!

Qiao Nanchu went to pour a glass of water: "I'll try it."

Team Xiao said yes.

Without any help, Qiao Nanchu entered the interrogation room alone.

Zhang Zixi looked up: "You are here."

She is in a good state, very calm, except for the handcuffs on her hands, she is as calm and calm as usual.

Qiao Nanchu pulled the chair and sat down. Without greetings, he started directly. He turned on the computer and called up the video: "This is a dash cam."

There are still two pieces of evidence, and he pushes them one by one.

"This is a confession. On the day of the power outage in the Opera House, someone witnessed you meet Hong San."

His eyes were calm, there was no special emotion, no waves, and his tone was official: "This is the evidence left by our colleague before he died."

Zhang Zixi just glanced lightly and said nothing.

It turned out that the siren was exposed.

Why are you not willing to throw that photo? Should this be the case? To be planted in his hands.

"Hua Jun and Hong San's wives and children have been found, they will recruit sooner or later." He looked at her, his eyes lightened, and asked, "Are you still sophistry?"

A bit strange.

This kind of him, unlike usual, really looks like a policeman.

She lost her mind for a while, and shook her head: "No sophistry." Even if she was mentally prepared, she would still be difficult to confess when she really sat in front of him. She spoke very slowly, with heavy words, word by word." I have done smuggling, drug trafficking, transportation, and drug manufacturing, and there is no need to ask who my superior is, so that I can sit in my position, just knowing that I cannot, cannot, and dare not talk nonsense."

No, no, nor dare.

Qiao Nanchu looked down and glanced at the group photo in police uniform: "Two years of police academy," the tone was neither light nor heavy, and his eyes were compelling, "Have you read it in the belly of the dog?"

He was lazy and rarely really angry. Such cold eyes gave her nowhere to hide, as if the last layer of fig leaf was lifted, and the ugliest and most unbearable side was completely exposed.

She subconsciously avoided her gaze: "There is something I haven't figured out."

"ask."

"The night that Hua Jun went to get the goods, I didn't hear anything."

Qiao Nanchu laughed: "Where are you as the Criminal Intelligence Division?" He leaned back in his chair, his eyes dark, under his calm and elegant skin. No matter how careless he was, he also had a natural self-confidence and publicity, "You are here. What I hear in the bug is what I let you hear."

"Did you deliberately let me know that I was exposed?"

He didn't deny: "I haven't got the dash cam at that time, I'm not sure it's you." After a pause, he said lightly, "But you ran away, you recruited yourself."

Take precautions and lead the snake out of the hole.

He is so calculating.

"When I was in school, my investigative skills were not as good as you," she laughed and laughed at herself.

Qiao Nanchu sat upright, put his hands on the table, and leaned forward: "Why do you sell drugs?"

Why drug trafficking?

She never thought about this problem.

After thinking about it, she replied: "There is no reason, I just want to be a master." Only those who have fallen into the swamp will know how attractive it is to be superior.

"If you want to be a master, there are many ways to go. If you commit a crime," Qiao Nanchu glanced at the handcuffs on her wrist, "You can only be a prisoner."

He got up.

Zhang Zixie stood up abruptly, the handcuffs hit the table, and he rang loudly, "Nan Chu."

Qiao Nanchu looked back.

Her face was no longer calm, and her eyes were covered with a thick layer of haze: "Are you looking down on me?" The sentence was like a throat.

He looked at her very lightly, without love or hatred, joy or anger, as if looking at an insignificant person.

"The number of prisoners I deal with is not one thousand or eight hundred. I have to look down on each of them and they will be very tiring. If there is a difference, I will divide it like this: life imprisonment, restricted commutative sentence, death sentence, life imprisonment, and fixed-term imprisonment. ." He said calmly, "and you belong to the death row."

After speaking, he turned and left the interrogation room.

Go crazy, Zhang Zixi, this is the time, and he is still insulting himself.

She sat down, smiled, smiled and burst into tears.

In the evening there was a charity auction party for entrepreneurs. People from business and political circles were all invited. The old lady was too lazy to walk around and asked Jiang Zhi to show up. A lot of media were invited to the auction. Zhou Xufang didn't like photogenic, so he let Jiang Zhi go alone.

Qiao Nanchu is also alone, no female partner, noisy inside, Jiang Zhi just came out with his front feet, and his hind feet came out, and he picked a place where he could talk. Jiang Zhi asked him, "Is the drug case going well?"

The party was held in a private house, and the open-air garden was very large, and the sky was filled with stars, next to the moonlight, falling into the light of a galaxy.

Qiao Nanchu wore a dark blue formal suit, the buttons were unbuttoned, and he nodded: "Well, I found some clues in Zhang Zixi's computer." Her online and the main gang are abroad, and the case will be transferred there.

Jiang Zhi was short of interest and didn't ask any more.

It was a little windy at night, and when it was blowing on the face, I brought some flowers from the garden, and there was another smell. Qiao Nanchu smiled and looked at Jiang Zhi: "Did you spray perfume?"

He frowned: "No."

It smells of gardenia.

Qiao Nanchu smiled more romantically, and joked Jiang Zhi: "Then how do you smell like a woman."

Jiang Zhi was a little annoyed by his teasing, and Zhang Jun's face was stern: "It's not perfume." He didn't want to talk, but he was afraid of being misunderstood, so he could only admit his fate and explain awkwardly, "It's body milk."

Body milk...

Qiao Nanchu smiled so that his shoulders were shaking, and he couldn't help it: "You old man, do you still use this stuff?"

Damn, Jiang Zhi wanted to beat this dog: "Zhou Xufang gave it to me, can I use it?"

I don't know what other girlfriends give to boyfriends. It is estimated that no one like Zhou Xufang will send native chickens to warm babies or body milk.

Could it be because he has engaged in base? Gifts are all so chirp.

But Zhou Xufang gave it to him, what could he do, even if she gave him some sunscreen tomorrow, he would have to wipe it out.

"Did your girlfriend have a son?" After the ridicule, Qiao Nanchu still added fuel to the fire, "You stay away from me, don't let me smell."

Jiang Zhi said coldly: "Go away."

He didn't get out, and exaggerated: "This smell is good, it's pretty girly."

"..."

Xue Baoyi also came to the auction today. The lots are good, with antique calligraphy and paintings available, but he is a crude person and doesn't understand Fengya, so he directly gave the card to the secretary, Xiaozhuang, and asked him to take a picture.

He has something to do on his own--

A handsome word runs through my life: "I have no bullets."

On the game interface, he is the woman with two colored braids and a nurse's hat. His teammate wears a camouflage vest and a helmet walking in front of him.

Lao Nafa called your ancestor: "Don't panic." Let her see the supplies, oh, bad, "Neither do I."

A handsome word runs through his life: "What should I do?" He was a little flustered, and quickly clung to his teammate's generous back. His teammate took one step and he moved one step, looking around and cowering, indeed...a bit wretched.

In the game, behind the man in the camouflage vest was a woman with colorful braids, like a piece of chewing gum, which made him unable to use his hands and feet. He looked hard at the terrain, and then listened to the footsteps.

Lao Nafa called your ancestor: "Get down and hide behind the stone."

The woman with two colored braids immediately leaned behind the stone, corpse.

Lao Nafa called your ancestor: "The car is here."

The man in the camouflage vest also lay down, corpse.

A handsome character runs through his life: "You can't stop it, come here and lie on my side."

The man in the camouflage vest squirmed and moved over. From the game interface, one man and one woman, flesh next to flesh...

This feeling is so subtle.

Fang Ideal was in a trance, there was a gunshot in the earphones, and the two bodies on the screen had now become two boxes.

A handsome character runs through life: "We are dead again."

A handsome word runs through his life: "This dog thief is so vicious, we are all dead, and he came to make up the gun."

Xue Baoyi died a lot, and the speed of retiring the game was very quick, so he reported the dog thief by the way.

A handsome word runs through my life: "Where shall we fly in the next round?"

The other party sent a WeChat message.

Lao Nafa called your ancestor: "Stop fighting, I'm going to sleep."

A handsome word runs through his life: "Sleep so early?" Usually, this guy can't stop before twelve o'clock, and he said that he will feel like a big kill in the middle of the night.

The other party has ignored him.