Chapter 174 The only trace of tenderness was poured into her

Fang Jingru was stunned.

It turned out to be a trap.

Lure yourself into the trap step by step.

Fang Jingru intended to marry his daughter to him because he admired his innocence and self-discipline. In the circle of the powerful and the rich, he was loyal and sensible, and was unlikely to keep a mistress, so Fang Anyi would not be wronged.

Unexpectedly, the girl from the drama theater was so popular with him. Liang Jishen, who never asked for help from others, succumbed to reality and asked his colleagues for help.

Fang Jingru had heard of Hu Dafa's case.

It's very complicated.

The Hu family is a gang of hooligans and nouveau riche, with considerable influence in the underworld. Most of the armed fights and black brick attacks in Hebei Province were caused by Hu Dafa. Although he is disabled, he used to be very loyal and generous in supporting his subordinates. It is not ruled out that the group of people may take some action to repay their gratitude.

Fang Jingru could have said hello, but he didn't want to get involved. He had a wife and daughter, and he had to consider the safety of his female relatives.

Most importantly, he received a warning.

Fang Jingru pondered for a while, "I won't hide it from you, I don't dare to say hello."

Liang Jishen's face quickly turned cold and solid, as if frozen.

Fang Jingru called his secretary into the private room, opened his briefcase, took out an anonymous letter, and pushed it across the table to Liang Jishen's hand.

"I'm not sure if you've offended someone, but they're plotting against you. This afternoon at 3:00 PM, I checked the surveillance footage and found a sanitation worker had stuffed this letter into the car door. It said I'm not allowed to interfere in He Sang's affairs, or I'll report him for harboring someone."

Liang Jishen's brows became more and more sinister. He flipped through the handwriting and found it unfamiliar.

He had already violated his principles and asked for help. Ji Xilan understood his determination to save He Sang. At this critical juncture, she would never cause trouble.

Liang Jishen pinched the letter, veins bulging on his forehead, but he said nothing.

Fang Jingru stood up and said, "Except for protecting that drama actor, I will do my best for everything else."

The man was silent for a long time, then laughed, "Uncle Fang, I will trouble you one day."

Fang Jingru breathed a sigh of relief, "No problem."

Liang Jishen walked out of the teahouse and drove to the Municipal Bureau.

Zhao Kai had just returned. Someone called the police to report that homemade explosives were buried in Beiguo Shopping Mall and the criminals wanted to die together. He led a team to ambush them. There were indeed explosives, but no fuse. The criminals had created this drama to scare a beautiful cashier into falling in love.

He went to meet Liang Jishen and said, "It's been less than 24 hours."

The man's clothes smelled of seafood. "Have you eaten?"

"I haven't eaten yet." Zhao Kai took off his hat and complained, "I was on a mission and ate an expired bread for lunch."

He reached out to take the food box, but Liang Jishen avoided it, "I didn't ask you if she had eaten."

Zhao Kai was annoyed. "She came to cooperate with the investigation, and you treat her as a guest? Should I order a full banquet to entertain her?"

The man's expression darkened, "Mr. Zhao, if she loses even a pound of weight due to starvation, I will never let you go." Liang Jishen slammed into Zhao Kai's chest and rushed straight to the interrogation room.

Zhao Kai stumbled, and his new subordinate supported him. "Who is so arrogant?"

"Liang Laosan."

The subordinate bared his teeth, "Your reputation for a bad temper is well-deserved."

......

He Sang sat with his head down, his long hair covering the side of his face, looking pitifully weak and helpless.

The 3,000-word transcript was completely contrary to the witness's testimony. The recorders looked at each other in bewilderment. "You're not going to change it?"

She choked up, "I am innocent."

The recorder walked around the interrogation table and said, "Sign it."

He Sang took the pen and asked, "When did you let me go?"

"I can't let you go. You're a suspect."

Her whole body was twitching and her breathing was up and down. At this moment, there was a knock on the door with great force. He Sang shuddered and dropped the pen.

The violent knocking stopped for a moment, and for fear of scaring her again, it became a gentle knock.

He Sang peeked through the gaps in her hair. Through the square protective window, the man was leaning against a corner of the iron gate, facing a beam of light from the corridor. The scorching white light and shadow cast down. He was extremely cold and indifferent. The only trace of tenderness he had was poured into her and into this moment.

A large patch of fog appeared in front of her eyes. She couldn't tell whether it was the white light or the mist obscured by tears. She rubbed it, and the fog was like a needle piercing a water ball. The accumulated emotions turned into water and flowed out.

The vision is clear.

It’s Liang Jishen.

He Sang ran over crying, forgetting that the board in front of him was locked. He fell to his knees on the ground and fell hard.

"Open the door!"

Liang Jishen suddenly went crazy and pulled the door handle hard, causing the bulletproof iron door weighing over a hundred pounds to slam shut.

This floor is full of interrogation rooms. They are well soundproofed, and the air is almost dead silent, which makes it particularly harsh.

Zhao Kai hurried over and dragged him, "Are you crazy?"

A glance inside the door brought him to his senses. "Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on her? Get started!"

The recorder supported He Sang, and a female police officer unlocked the door with a key and turned the key again. Liang Jishen hugged He Sang, held her head, and protected it tightly against his chest.

But his eyes were fixed on Zhao Kai, his pupils were bloodshot red. He was so terrifying when he got angry.

I have little endurance and am completely stunned.

"What did I say?"

Zhao Kai said nothing.

"Starving, locked up?" Liang Jishen rarely lost his temper, especially with colleagues who had fought through the brunt of the gunfire. He was a man of measure. At that moment, his throat tightened, his lungs expanding and contracting. He Sang trembled in his arms, a small, soft ball, her body temperature cold. The interrogation room had no air conditioning, no heating, not even a window for proper ventilation. She was under constant surveillance, even when she went to the bathroom, even after answering every question. She had never experienced such a scene before.

Liang Jishen knew it was in accordance with the procedures, but his heart was in a knot, and all his anger was coming to his head. "I entrusted you to take care of it, and this is your explanation?"

"Is there anything comfortable in this place?"

"The case hasn't been concluded yet." The man raised his voice. "She is cooperating with the investigation. You are not interrogating the criminal!"

Zhao Kai put his hands on his hips, his neck burning. "That's enough. This is my territory, and there are a bunch of subordinates watching. Do I have any authority?"

"He took care of me..." He Sang tucked into Liang Jishen's collar and shook his head to explain, "They also took care of me, and their attitude was very gentle."

Zhao Kai blew out a long breath, "Fortunately, you are a woman who understands things, otherwise I would have been wronged."

Liang Jishen hugged He Sang and sat on the bench in the aisle.

She was timid and had no appetite here, so the ingredients he prepared were light and nutritious: a bowl of crab porridge, shredded bamboo shoots and shiitake mushrooms, and half a fish stewed in chicken soup and ham.

It was cooked by a chef from Taoyuan, and that's her favorite dish.

Liang Jishen opened the lunch box lid. Zhao Kai was helpless and stood by the window smoking. "Don't do this again! There are cameras during the interrogation. It's against the rules, don't you understand?"

"I violated the rules. I will go and explain it to Lao Zhang myself."

Zhao Kai was also a heavy smoker, and he finished his cigarette in a few puffs. "I allowed you to violate the rules, and I won't reflect on it?"

Liang Jishen fed He Sang some porridge and said, "You have experience in self-criticism. Your nickname in college was "Brother Jian".

"A hero never brags about his past achievements!" Zhao Kai roared, "Hasn't it been enough for me to take the blame for you?"

He Sang lay in Liang Jishen's arms, coughing, sweat dripping from his brow. He patted his back to catch his breath, "Did you choke on the drink?"

The aroma filled his nose, and Zhao Kai pinched his cigarette in a craving, "Bring him in for questioning!"

Two police officers took the monk to the interrogation room. When they passed Liang Jishen, he stopped them and called out, "Slow down."

The monk couldn't help but shudder.

Liang Jishen walked up to him and stopped.