There was an unexpected knock on the door.
Under everyone's gaze, he realized and turned around.
Grandma Xu is now sitting on a stool, holding a cup of tea.
Now that she had someone to back her up, she felt proud. She looked at Qin Ran and the others with sidelong glances, and turned her head when she heard the voice.
The young police officer was spotted immediately.
“Excuse me, who is Miss Qin Ran?” The police officer glanced at the crowd and finally stopped his gaze on the girl wearing the Hengchuan No. 1 Middle School uniform.
The girl's face was turned sideways, but her beautiful profile could still be seen.
Her skin was very white, and she was wearing a school uniform that was open and proper. The white shirt underneath was stained with a few drops of blood, outlining her soft and slender lines.
Among so many people in the place, this person was the most eye-catching, and the police officer's eyes subconsciously fell on her face.
When the girl raised her eyes slightly and looked at her inquiringly, the police officer realized that she was Qin Ran.
...
...
"Ms. Qin, Director Jiang wants you to go to the lounge." The police officer bowed slightly, "Please come this way."
Qin Ran paused, with one hand still in her pocket. She tilted her head slightly, squinted her eyes, and began to wonder who was looking for her.
She doesn’t seem to be familiar with anyone with the surname Jiang?
Lin Jinxuan looked at her inquiringly. Qin Ran raised her chin and said casually, "It's okay. I'll go take a look."
She walked out the door.
Jiang Hui was "exiled" from the capital. In ancient times, he would definitely be an imperial envoy, equivalent to a special envoy.
Directly represents the top leadership here.
Deputy Director Shen must know him, but he doesn't know if the "Director Jiang" mentioned by the police officer is the same person as the Jiang Hui he knows.
Seeing the police officer let Qin Ran pass, he walked past him and went directly to the lounge.
Deputy Director Shen was very surprised. He couldn't help but glance at Qin Ran who was leaving, and asked the police officer very politely, "Who is Director Jiang..."
The police officer looked at him, said nothing, and turned away.
**
In the lounge, Jiang Hui is nearly 40 years old, but he is well maintained and looks like he is in his early 30s.
Time has left no trace on him.
He sat on a chair, reached out and poured two cups of tea, glanced at the slender figure standing by the door, and sneered, "Sit down for a while and drink some tea. I've asked someone to check. Seeing you so anxious, I thought something had happened."
This gentleman's business cannot be delayed.
Who knew that after rushing over, it turned out to be just a dispute between high school students.
Cheng Mu sat aside, nodding frantically in his heart.
Isn’t it? It can be done with just one phone call, but we have to bring Jiang Hui over as well. How much time will it take?
In ancient times, their Master Jun would definitely be a tyrant.
Lu Zhaoying touched her earrings and tilted her head, "Uncle Jiang, are they here yet?"
"What's the hurry?" Jiang Hui was curious at this moment. Which girl could make these two people so anxious?
Two figures can be seen approaching from the window.
Jiang Hui picked up the teacup and said calmly: "Look, isn't it coming?"
Having said that, his gaze did not shift.
Cheng Juan had a dull expression, his peach blossom eyes half-closed, his hands folded across his chest, leaning lazily against the door frame, his figure slender.
A familiar figure appeared before my eyes.
Cheng Juan subconsciously stood up straight and looked at her.
The little girl followed the police officer, her head slightly lowered, and walked slowly towards him. Her school uniform jacket was quite loose, and it made her look even thinner on her.
He opened his coat, revealing the white shirt underneath.
There is blood.
Cheng Juan had very sensitive senses, and he could smell a strong smell of blood before anyone arrived.
Cheng Juan leaned against the door and stared at her for a few seconds with a cold expression, "Right hand."
When Qin Ran raised her eyes, she saw Cheng Juan standing by the door looking at her.
She pursed her lips and looked at him, then slowly pulled her hand out of her pocket.
With so many people passing by, it seemed like no one noticed the problem with her hand.
Lu Zhaoying was relieved to see Qin Ran was safe and sound, but the next second, he saw Qin Ran taking something out of her pocket.
The little girl's hands are slender and white, and her nails are trimmed cleanly and plumply.
Lu Zhaoying had told Cheng Juan more than once that those were the hands of a pianist.
At this time, the hand was stained with scarlet blood.
Some are dry, and some are still dripping.
Cheng Juan lowered his eyes, lowered his head, and gently pried open her fingers. There were two wounds inside, running across the palm of her hand. The incision was very narrow. It was unknown how much time had passed, but blood was still oozing out.
Cheng Juan is a doctor, how could he not know how deep the wound is?
He stared at the hand for a while, his eyes flickering, "Cheng Mu, drive the car over here."
The wound looked really hideous. Cheng Mu took a look and saw no expression on that wooden face, except that his lips were pursed inadvertently.
Drive in silence.
Lu Zhaoying came back to his senses. He stared at the shocking wound and stood up suddenly. "What happened?"
Jiang Hui was originally accompanying the two of them, and now looking at Cheng Juan's expression, he could not help but look sideways at Cheng Juan's expression after all these years.
He couldn't help but sit up straight, tilted his head to look at the director standing beside him, and knocked his teacup on the table.
There was a clang sound.
The chief had just returned home and hadn't even warmed up his seat when he received a call from a police officer.
Director Jiang came to inspect their bureau!
He didn't know Cheng Juan and Lu Zhaoying, but he knew Jiang Hui. Seeing Jiang Hui being so polite to Cheng Juan and then smashing the teacup, his heart suddenly rose to his throat.
"What's going on? Are you lynching someone?!" He immediately turned his head and asked the police officer.
The police officer handed the confession to Jiang Hui and repeated what he had learned.
The lounge was very quiet. No one else spoke except his voice. The police officer's voice became lower and lower as he spoke.
Cheng Mu had gone to get the car and had not returned yet. Lu Zhaoying was used to being domineering in the capital, and he had included Qin Ran in his circle.
"laugh--"
A chuckle.
The police officer felt a little uneasy.
He looked up cautiously.
"I'll do it for them both, privately and publicly. Tsk," Lu Zhaoying pulled down his collar, his earrings glowing coldly. He walked out the door, tilted his head, and raised his chin towards the police officer, "Where are they?"
No one in the city of Sijiu has ever dared to say this in front of Master Cheng!
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