Meng Xunzhou's lips curled slightly, and his eyes seemed to intentionally or unintentionally sweep over An Jinsheng's leg in plaster.
An Jinsheng subconsciously covered his injured leg, and a wave of fear surged in his heart.
Why does Song Shishi’s childhood sweetheart have such a strange look in his eyes?
Why was he looking at his legs?
Really?
When An Jinsheng thought that his leg might be related to Meng Xunzhou, cold sweat broke out on his back.
Meng Xunzhou looked at Director Wu, his tone respectful but with unquestionable power.
"Director Wu, An Jinsheng once had a criminal record at the Public Security Bureau.
He even forged evidence and slandered public officials. This behavior has seriously disrupted normal work order and social atmosphere. I hope you can deal with it seriously.
...
...
As for Shishi, her work performance is obvious to all, and I can guarantee with my character and military status that she has never committed any illegal or disciplinary violations.
In addition, all the procedures for her return to the city were certified by relevant personnel.
I believe you should have investigated it thoroughly in these days."
Director Wu nodded. "Indeed, we called Comrade Song here today to tell him that according to our investigation, there were no problems with all of his procedures and information for returning to the city. We just didn't expect something like this to happen today."
While Director Wu felt sorry, he was also glad that he had the foresight to not take sides and remained neutral.
In the process of investigating Song Shishi, they naturally also learned about Song Shishi's boyfriend Meng Xunzhou.
Song Shishi's father fell, but Meng Xunzhou's family did not.
That was not someone a small director of a street office like him could afford to offend.
"Comrade An, it seems you have to give us a reasonable explanation for this matter."
Director Wu looked at An Jinsheng, his eyes full of majesty.
Seeing that the situation was not good, An Jinsheng began to panic. He knew that he might not get any good result today, but he still tried to struggle desperately.
"I...I'm doing this for the country. I suspect she has a problem and I remind you to investigate it. What's wrong with that?"
Meng Xunzhou took a step forward and stared at An Jinsheng: "You fabricated lies and slandered others for your own selfish desires. You are blaspheming the country and the people. Do you think you can achieve your goal in this way?"
An Jinsheng didn't dare look directly into Meng Xunzhou's eyes. He lowered his head and kept muttering, "I didn't, stop talking nonsense..."
At this time, a staff member from the office hurried in and whispered something in Director Wu's ear.
Director Wu's expression changed slightly, and then he looked at An Jinsheng, his tone cold: "An Jinsheng, we have verified that you forged evidence. Not only that, we also found that you violated regulations on your way to Beijing. Now, come with us."
The nature of this matter is special and cannot be handled by their street office. It has to be transferred to the public security police station for handling.
When An Jinsheng heard this, his legs went limp and he slid off the chair to the ground.
It's over. He's finished.
This was completely different from what he had expected.
How did it turn out like this?
Why didn't these people believe what he said?
Shouldn't it be that Song Shishi was forced to come and beg him, and he took the opportunity...
Before An Jinsheng could figure out why things turned out to be completely different from what he expected, he was taken away by people from the street office and sent to the police station.
At the same time, the evidence he forged was also sent to the police station and handed over to the public security.
Looking at An Jinsheng's back as he was taken away, Song Shishi sneered in her heart.
An Jinsheng, do you think this is the end of it?
In the future you will feel that your days in the police station were happier.
Meng Xunzhou walked to Song Shishi, gently held her hand, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Song Shishi raised her head and looked at Meng Xunzhou's determined eyes. A warm current surged in her heart. She nodded gently: "I'm not afraid. With you here, I'm not afraid of anything."
The two walked out of the street office hand in hand, leaving everyone talking behind them.
Before leaving, Director Wu repeatedly assured Song Shishi that he would give an explanation for this matter.
Whether it is the things reported before or the slander today.
Back at the courtyard, Zheng Peilan saw the two of them coming back hand in hand, with a relieved smile on her face: "Is everything settled?"
Song Shishi blushed in embarrassment and tried to pull her hand out of Meng Xunzhou's.
But she was unfortunately not as strong as Meng Xunzhou, and as long as Meng Xunzhou was unwilling to let go, she could not break free.
Meng Xunzhou acted as if nothing had happened and said with a smile: "Aunt Zheng, Shishi and I will go make lunch, you have a good rest."
Zheng Peilan smiled and nodded: "Okay, you guys go."
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Based on the clues provided by Director Wu of the subdistrict office, the police station gradually launched an investigation.
An Jinsheng was detained in a temporary holding room. The small space was filled with a damp and moldy smell.
The walls around him were rough and mottled. A dim light bulb was swaying above his head, casting a weak light and distorting his shadow on the ground.
He sat on the cold concrete floor, hugged his knees, his heart filled with resentment and anger.
He didn't understand how everything he had carefully planned turned out like this.
As he thought about it, his eyes gradually became more sinister, and he was thinking in his heart that he must escape and seek revenge on Song Shishi and Meng Xunzhou.
It was late at night and there was silence outside the house, except for the occasional sound of patrol footsteps.
An Jinsheng stood up quietly and tiptoed to the door, trying to find a chance to escape.
He found that the door lock was not tight. He was delighted and pushed hard. The door actually opened slowly.
He carefully slipped out of the room, stuck to the wall, and crouched down to grope towards the back door.
Along the way, he didn't dare to breathe, and his heart was beating wildly in his chest.
After finally reaching the back door, he found it was not locked. He pulled it gently and slipped out.
However, he had not run far when several dark figures suddenly jumped out from the side of the road.
Before he could react, a large sack was put over his head.
Then, sticks rained down on him, causing him to scream in pain.
"Who are you? Why are you hitting me?"
He struggled desperately, but was held down by several people.
He wondered if someone had arrested the wrong person?
But he didn't hear any response.
After a few seconds, his eyes went dark and he passed out.
When An Jinsheng woke up again, he found himself in a dark place, filled with the smell of rust and decay.
His hands and feet were tied tightly and he could not move.
He turned his eyes in horror, trying to see his surroundings clearly, but he could see nothing but endless darkness.
Those people beat him up, and now no one knows where they took him.
Enduring the pain in his legs and body, An Jinsheng held onto the wall and finally found the door.
But no matter how hard he tried, the door didn't move at all.
After a while, he smelled a strange fragrance in the room.
Not long after that, An Jinsheng felt his body getting hot and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
His throat was so dry that it felt like smoking, and the wounds on his body were causing him excruciating pain.
Just then, he heard the heavy breathing of a man beside him, which made his fear reach its peak.
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