Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Qiao Nanchu glanced over: "Team Cheng, this is how I am young, don't scold me in front of me."

OK, he scolds behind his back.

Jiang Zhi asked again, his face strained, already extremely impatient: "Who instructed you?"

Jiang Chuan hesitated for a while, lowered his head not to look at Jiang Zhi's eyes: "No one instigated me, I wanted to kill her."

Kill her?

Kill Zhou Xufang.

Jiang Zhi suppressed the tyrannical factor in his body that wanted to kill: "Exhale for Xu Jiuru?"

Jiang Chuan didn't say a word, his handcuffed hands were placed on the table, his palms were full of cold sweat.

Jiang Zhi glanced at his watch, ten minutes and forty seconds, time out.

"You can't give a reason, not just Xu Jiuru," he was calm on the surface, as if he was talking about an irrelevant thing, "you have to feed the dog too."

Team Cheng thinks this is bluffing.

Qiao Nanchu knows very well that when Jiang Zhi is sane, he can still hear the words. Once he goes crazy, there is probably nothing he can't do.

Zhou Xufang disappeared in Luo's house nine years ago. Jiang Zhi took a knife and went to Luo's house. If it hadn't been for Jiang Chuan at that time, he might have chopped Luo Changde with one knife. Jiang Chuan saw this with his own eyes, and no one knew Jiang Zhi's cruel temperament better than him.

Jiang Chuan was also scared. He didn't want to die, so he recruited: "It's the old lady who wants her to die."

"say clearly."

"The old lady left a suicide note, saying that Zhou Xufang is immortal, and she is uneasy in the spring,"

Jiang Zhi stared at him, but the peach-blossom eyes that were so beautiful were like poisonous snakes. Apart from being pretty, they were all aggressive: "Where is the suicide note?"

Jiang Chuan answered quickly, almost subconsciously: "I burned it."

"Who else saw it?"

"No."

In other words, there is no evidence of death.

Jiang Zhi knew it in his heart, relaxed his eyebrows, and leaned back a little in his chair: "If you dare to lie," he didn't say any further.

It is not difficult for Jiang Zhi to kill a person in the detention center.

Jiang Chuan only felt cold all over his body: "I will not admit the old lady's handwriting."

Jiang Zhi didn't say anything, he took his handkerchief away, and threw it in the trash can. He got up, walked around the table a few steps, turned his back to the camera, and said a word.

The sound was very small, only Jiang Chuan heard it.

In the monitoring room next door, Team Cheng turned the sound to its maximum and didn't hear a bird. He pulled out his ears and was a little irritable: "What's up? Why don't we listen." He turned to look at Qiao Nanchu, "Team Joe, you Isn’t it necessary to make some moves?"

Qiao Nanchu seemed to be irrelevant: "I don't know, we are not very familiar."

Team Cheng: "..."

Shit!

The two unfamiliar people came out of the police station together, one in a police uniform, the other in white clothes and black trousers, looking in the past, quite right.

Not familiar with a bird!

"Go to dig the grave?" Qiao Nanchu said jokingly.

Jiang Zhi said, "Go back to the hospital."

The police car stopped on the side of the road, and Qiao Nanchu entered the main driver: "Don't plan your grave?"

Jiang Zhi was sitting in the co-pilot, and he took a wet towel from the car to wipe his hands familiarly: "Xu Jiuru's suicide note was not left." He said, "If Xu Jiuru had left it, it couldn't have been these words."

The person Xu Jiuru hates most cannot be Zhou Xufang, but Lin Qiunan, followed by Jiang Zhi.

Qiao Nanchu agreed, adjusted his head, and drove to the hospital: "Among the people who had been to the hospital the night Xu Jiuru died, who had any hatred with Zhou Xufang?"

Jiang Zhi did not answer positively, but thought for a moment: "When the Erfang framed the Lu family, Xu Jiuru had to abandon the car to protect Shuai and push Luo Changfang out. But because of Jiang Weixuan's suicide note, Xu Jiuru changed his mind and asked Chen Taiyuan to reverse the confession. Saved from prison."

"These two things are related?"

"Yes." Jiang Zhi thought very clearly, "Jiang Weixuan's suicide note was burned a long time ago. The one that Luo Changfang saw is a copy. There is only one person who has the opportunity to know the contents of the suicide note except Jiang Chuan."

It was the Gui family around Xu Jiuru, and the Gui family belonged to Jiang Fuxi.

It's worth it. Jiang Fuxi studied Chinese painting and calligraphy, writing both handily and skillfully. It shouldn't be difficult for her to imitate the font that others can't do.

The question is: "Jiang Fuxi and Zhou Xufang had a feud?"

Jiang Fuxi is too deep to live in simplicity, and Qiao Nanchu doesn't know much about her, but he has listened to the compliments of many elders on the Jiang family.

Jiang Zhi’s explanation sounds very personal: “Zhou Xufang never ran into enemies without reason. It was the woman who was sick.”

Qiao Nanchu laughed dumbly.

Jiang Zhi called: "Go and check where Jiang Fuxi is."

Jiang Chuan's confession was all one-sided. There was no evidence, and Qiao Nanchu could not get it on the right path. Qiao Nanchu had guessed it, and it was a crooked way.

He drove the car and asked casually: "What did you say to Jiang Chuan just now while avoiding the camera?"

Jiang Zhi closed his eyes to rest, but did not answer.

Since you are so loyal to Xu Jiuru, why not go to Jiuquan and continue to serve her...

Forty minutes later, the car drove to the Fifth Hospital, Qiao Nanchu sent the person back to the Intelligence Department.

As soon as Jiang Zhi opened the door, Zhou Xufang sat up.

"Jianzhi."

He locked the door and walked to the hospital bed: "Does it still hurt? Is it better?"