So whether the surveillance camera is good or bad doesn't matter, right? Hey, you're right, kid. If you hadn't pointed it out, I wouldn't have noticed the wound on his hand. All done. Please cooperate. The old man's arrogant demeanor vanished instantly. He fearfully covered his wound, saying, "I scratched myself accidentally. You have no evidence, why are you taking pictures of my wound? I don't agree. I'm waiting for my lawyer."
From the moment Officer Mu entered, he disliked the old man. He kept accusing others of being uncultured and illiterate, but how capable could he be himself? Whose family, going back three generations, wasn't a farmer? He was still trying to establish a hierarchy. Plus, with Old Master Tian and Old Master Yan as witnesses, he needed sufficient evidence to collect DNA from the wound. "You, what are you doing? If you keep doing this, my heart... oh dear, my heart can't take it!" Old Master Qin cried out, clutching his heart. The two officers who had approached immediately stopped, looking back for help. His heart condition wasn't related to collecting DNA from the wrist; continue, stop.
"How can you believe what a mentally ill person says, Grandpa Qi?" The school principal suddenly realized something and shouted, "Mentally ill? Who's mentally ill?" Second Uncle was furious, jumping up and down. "Some bastard dared to hit my father! Did you hear that? This school, what kind of lousy school is this? You'll have to change it right away! Fine, fine, I'll change it right away!" "Let's get this straight first before we talk about Grandpa Zhao. Grandpa Zhao has a mental illness, so what he saw can't be counted. Grandpa Yan might also be lying. You can't arbitrarily determine the location of Grandpa Qi's wounds. Because that's an insult to his human rights."
"What? You have a mental illness?" The old man's eyes widened like saucers. He turned to look at Old Zhao beside him, who lowered his head in embarrassment. "It's intermittent. I'm fine now, but my second uncle was almost fainting." The other man was also speechless, thinking, "Grandpa, why didn't you say you had a mental illness earlier? Now that people are using this against you, what are we going to do?" The old man laughed triumphantly. "You believe what a mentally ill person says? What's your badge number?" He pointed at Officer Mu and shouted, "I'm going to file a complaint against you! 0001! Go ahead and file a complaint, I will!"
Officer Mu wasn't afraid of him at all. Could his father be brought down by your complaints? Upon hearing the badge number, Old Master Qi's arrogance vanished instantly. He knew it was the police chief's badge. He couldn't afford to offend the other party either. His previous smugness dissipated considerably, and he advised politely, "Officer, you see, there's neither evidence nor witnesses right now. Let's wait for my lawyer to speak. You can't just bend the law because you're familiar with the Yan family." *Shh*
Officer Mu was also in a dilemma. "Second brother, eldest brother, let's go first. Old Master Zhao, go cause trouble and attract their attention. I'll go to the mall to see what's going on with Old Master Qi. Let's see what's really going on, okay? Hmm, let's go with Yan Zhao." Upon receiving his sister's order, Yan Zhao quickly slipped to Old Master Zhao's left and right sides. He whispered a few words in his ear, and Old Master Zhao happily slapped his thigh, then swung the shoe he had just taken off at Old Master Qi's face, knocking half of Old Master Qi's face crooked. He was about to open his mouth when...
Suddenly, a tooth fell out and landed right in his hand. "A new one? Don't you have any respect for the law?" Heh heh heh, you mentally ill man, if it weren't for breaking the law, I wouldn't care if you had any respect for the law. If I can't find God, I'll wear you down. Seeing him move, 20 Gong instantly understood. The clever guy clapped for him from the side, "Old Zhao, beat him to death, see if he tells the truth. Fine, watch me kill him." Officer Lu turned away and secretly laughed, still pretending to be serious.
The police officers in the command room, hey, go over there and keep them in line, but be careful not to get rough. Both of them are elderly; it wouldn't be good if either of them got hurt. How many, how many police officers? Knowing full well, they slowly moved up to their seats, more like observing the situation than actually coming. "Oh dear, Mr. Zhao, please be gentle! You can't hit people like that, it's illegal!" Old Zhao Na wouldn't listen to the old man's claim of being mentally ill. Since this old man insisted he was mentally ill, she'd just assume he was having an episode now and wear him down, delivering a few more punches. Old Mr. Qi, he barely had any front teeth left, barely any teeth left in his entire set. Officer Mo glanced up, then cleared the surveillance footage. "Hmph, perfect," he thought, "his lawyer will be here later."
He couldn't mess with anyone he wanted; he was just asking for trouble. The school principal, seeing Old Zhao's posture, didn't dare approach at all. What if he got the bucket? A mentally ill person can kill without breaking the law; he could only turn to Chairman Yan Chengjun for help. Old Master Yan. He was on good terms with Old Master Zhao; he should ask him to stop him. He couldn't dare, he couldn't dare. Although they were good brothers, Old Qian was missing, and he was frantic. If he went forward, he might take me with him; twenty men would be a burden. He couldn't suppress the urge to smile.
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"Police station, even if Old Qian scratched my hand, so what? I was waiting for my driver in the classroom before I finished eating. He thought my wheelchair was blocking his way out. We argued, and I haven't even complained about the scratches. Just a few scratches, how can you conclude his disappearance is related to me?" Old Master Qi was still arguing when Yan Miao was about to check the gossip. Old Master Qi's son, Professor Qi, arrived with a lawyer. Officer Mo had no choice but to take everyone back to the police station to wait. Further questions were being asked.
Because this is no longer just speculation. The police have received a report from Mr. Tian's family that their elderly relative is missing. Add to that Mr. Qi's evasive statements and the two witnesses, and Officer Lu has ample motive to suspect that Mr. Qi was responsible for the disappearance. As for how he smuggled the person away from the school, further investigation is needed. My father is right; without concrete evidence, no one can be violent towards my father, let alone use coercive measures.
Strip away his facade of true love. Hmph, another disappearance. Didn't you just insist you'd never seen Old Master Tian? Now you say you had an argument with him and then he left? Do you think we're fools? Yi Miao crossed her arms. He'd already browsed the gossip about Old Master Xu in the car, but he didn't know Old Master Tian was currently at the Qi family's house. Professor Qi should probably send the driver to handle it, but without a search warrant, Officer Mu can't just barge into someone's house to search, can he?
It seems we still need to start with Professor Qi. He's fundamentally different from his father; unlike old man Qi, who's a complete beast. His organs are failing, and he's on the verge of death, so he set his sights on Old Master Tian, wanting to transplant his heart into himself. Seriously? That's ruthless! They'd practically rip out his own heart! Even more heartless than people in northern Myanmar!
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