Vol 3 Chapter 299: The death of yellow hair

There was a little twists and turns in the interrogation process, but under Zhang Yanfeng's leadership, the twists and turns were quickly smoothed out.
The two people who were caught at the beginning also planned to remain silent, saying that they only saw the uncle of the police nervous and panicked;
The younger one was okay, the middle-aged one who was arrested directly said that he had a case, so he was naturally afraid of the police, and when he saw the police car, he felt depressed in the chest.
It’s hard to breathe when I see the police coming
You can only run away subconsciously or you will suffocate yourself.
However, as the interrogation progressed, the younger one, Zhou Ze, grabbed the account first, and the middle-aged man could only explain it together.
That's right, boss Zhou's judgment is correct, they are indeed grave robbers.
There are many ancient tombs in Xianyang, Luoyang. This is a well-known thing. After all, many dynasties built capitals there in the early years, and Tongcheng here is slightly inferior in terms of history and culture. I have never heard of anything. Great tomb.
However, according to this group of tomb thieves, they were actually looking for the small tombs of the small landlords of the Qing Dynasty.
However, there was a recent incident. In a small tomb, the original six-member team folded two there, and the remaining four were frightened.
I used to think that if I didn’t dig the big tomb and just stared at the small tomb, there wouldn’t be any danger. So everyone was very brave, but two people died this time. Everyone knows the big picture, so when Zhang Yanfeng drove there, The four of them are discussing at the lottery station how to get rid of the things that had been poured out in exchange for money to run.
Tomb robbing gangs of six people, only the Huang Mao who opened the lottery station are locals, and the rest are from foreign countries. It is indeed a very safe way for everyone to share the money and run directly.
Zhang Yanfeng, who came out of the interrogation room, was holding a thermos in his hand and was drinking tea. Zhou Ze sat on the bench outside and listened to the whole process before, but this time he watched Zhang Yanfeng come out and cooperate with the police environment. He immediately felt like a positive character in some police TV series.
And this kind of positive role is usually suitable for sacrifice at the end of the plot to earn a wave of audience tears.
Zhang Yanfeng doesn't know what Zhou Ze is thinking now. If he knows, it is estimated that he will rush directly to a set of military boxing to greet him.
"I will let you take you home." Zhang Yanfeng said.
"Bus for private use?"
"You helped arrest a suspect, it should be."
"Oh."
Boss Zhou got up and honestly said that he had no interest in investigating the case, and two of the four suspects who were still alive had been caught, and the remaining two had only the pursuit.
"I'll take someone to see the dead tomb in the afternoon. The gang of gods killed two people underneath. They didn't even take out their bodies. Instead, they took their own hands and excavated the tomb. Buried back."
Would it be more stupid to take the body out for treatment?
Zhou Ze thought.
Zhang Yanfeng arranged for a policewoman with ponytails to send Zhou Ze home. The policewoman was tall and estimated to be 1.57 meters, but she was very thin, like a straight pencil, standing there. Like a benchmark.
"Mr. Zhou, please here."
The other party kindly asked Zhou Ze to go to the parking lot.
It was not a police car, but a private car. After Zhou Ze sat in, she could still smell the perfume of girls, and the decoration inside was very small.
Everyone has their own work side and their own life side. The police are also human and understandable.
Zhou Ze remembered that when he was a surgeon in his last life, he also knew some doctors with eccentricities. Some had "Heaven" during surgery, some had "Symphony of Destiny", and even had a brother who likes to play Phoenix Legend and the Chopsticks Brothers. .
My usual work is serious and tiring enough. I still have to be naughty.
"This is the book Zhang Zhang gave you."
The policewoman handed a book to Zhou Ze with the cover of Tongcheng Prison, that is, "The Road to Salvation", and a bundle of flyers.
"This is wanted by two fugitive suspects. Team Zhang said I hope you will cooperate with posting on the South Street."
Zhou Ze nodded.
Half an hour later, the car drove to the door of the bookstore, Zhou Ze got out of the car, and the policewoman smiled and said goodbye to Zhou Ze, then drove away.
Boss Zhou, who stood at the door of the bookstore, did not rush into the bookstore, but looked to the next door of his bookstore. It was already evening, but the decoration team was still under construction, and everyone was obviously in a hurry.
Dean Lin wanted to open a pharmacy next to his side, hoping that boss Zhou could resume her old business. She had greeted herself beforehand about this matter, but Zhou Ze did not expect her to be so anxious.
Perhaps, she was a little disappointed to see the former idol mentor become such a salted fish.
Dean Lin is gradually transforming into a strong woman. From the perspective of the strong woman, if the person she likes is gone, then she will create another one.
Scratching his head, Zhou Ze didn't walk in to see the progress of the decoration, but pushed open the door of the bookstore and walked in.
"Zhou Ze! Zhou Ze! Zhou Ze!!!"
Little Loli was sitting on the sofa with her bare feet in the fish tank below, and there were many small fish kissing her feet.
"You said we put some of this in the bookstore. Everyone was tired of shopping, and went to the bookstore to relax, and by the way, go to the dead skin, you can generate income."
in fact,
For this bookstore opened on Nanjie Pedestrian Street,
Any change and innovation can be regarded as income generation, because its turnover has been too low to be lower.
Just look at Zhou Ze since moving the bookstore here, except for daily newspapers and popular magazines, he has never entered a batch of books to see how bad the bookstore business is.
But boss Zhou still directly rejected the small loli's proposal.
think about it,
Every morning in the future,
I got up from Baiyingying's arms,
Go downstairs,
Take a bath,
Coffee, newspaper, sunshine, sofa,
When you are enjoying this moment,
A large group of uncles and aunts were chatting and shaking their feet in the fish tank,
I met another beriberi,
Gee,
That taste.
"If it doesn't work, it won't work, but if I want to stay, I'll use it for myself." Little Loli grunted.
Zhou Ze nodded, this can be tolerated.
Loli has three treasures, and her body is weak and easy to overturn,
Seeing little loli's feet is always more pleasing than seeing aunt's feet.
After dinner, boss Zhou remembered what Zhang Yanfeng had brought to himself, and then ordered the old man to take the wanted book contained in his book and asked him to post it outside.
Even the sanitation workers who go to work the next day will not clean up this list.
A sticker was also posted at the door of the bookstore. More than a dozen stickers were posted on the opposite Internet cafes, and posted from the entrance to the bar.
When customers enter the Internet cafe, they have the illusion that they dream of going back to prison.
After that night, the pair of internet cafe brothers and sisters did not take the initiative to come over. Occasionally everyone saw them across the road, and they basically did not see them.
In fact, it was still a guilty conscience of students. After all, he kept his mind well that night, but boss Zhou didn't take it seriously, but the old way was different, he could remember the hatred in his heart.
After nine o'clock in the evening,
Zhou Ze went upstairs and checked the situation of Old Xu. Then he took another look at the potted plants.
Hesitated,
Zhou Ze simply moved the potted plant from the second floor to the place where he usually sat, and then he lay on the sofa and continued to read the newspaper leisurely.
Boss Zhou doesn’t like the smell of mosquito coils. Even electric mosquito coils have a taste. However, when Boss Zhou moved the deadpool to himself, he was much more comfortable. Any nasty things like mosquitoes There is no way to get close to yourself.
When Loli saw that Zhou Ze was going to be a vigil tonight, she went directly upstairs to watch TV. When Zhou Ze was there, she could not grab Zhou Ze’s business. Occasionally, sometimes when boss Zhou was lazy or went to bed early, Xiao Loli often I will guard the store by myself, waiting for a fate.
In fact, one monk picked water and three monks had no water to drink. Little Loli is now living with Zhou Ze, which is equivalent to closing her previous branch, and her achievements must be lower than the previous rate. Too much, but she is more and more open.
A diligent good loli ghost,
Stained by Zhou Ze's ears,
It became a salty fish loli.
It seems that boss Zhou really has such a magic power, so that everyone around him is positive and healthy and is affected by his personal charm~EbookFREE.me~ fall into the rhythm of salted fish's life together, and then want to climb Can't climb out.
At that time, Xu Niangniang was still diligently working in her 20-plus suites.
"Squeak..."
Lao Tao is combing the hair of the monkey,
The monkey jumped up and down suddenly.
The old man nodded, took the bull's tears and wiped it, and looked at the door of the bookstore.
He saw a figure leaping in from outside.
No surprise, no surprise,
Lao Dao, like an old bustard, shouted to the top card Ze who was still reading there:
"Pick up!"
Speaking,
The old man got up immediately and went to prepare cold rice wine.
Zhou Ze rubbed his shoulders and stood up.
But I saw that the dead soul coming tonight was a little bit off,
He is jumping while walking,
Bouncing,
Tireless.
The yellow hair on one end, the killer hairstyle that was popular more than ten years ago, he continued to hold on stubbornly, like raising his finger to shout to the sky:
"Kill Matt without dying!"
but,
wait,
Seems familiar
Zhou Ze went to the door of the bookstore specially, glanced at the wanted list posted on the door,
photo,
information,
Yes,
it's him,
Huang Mao, who fled the lottery shop during the day today.
right now,
He turned into a ghost?
died?
Huang Mao continued to say hi,
Even if he entered the bookstore, he still couldn't control himself,
At the same time sing a nursery song stupidly:
"Trumpet, Suona, Qu'er is small.
Widow, sister prostitute, Donger tight buttocks wide.
Brother went in, brother came out again,
Brother went in again,
Brother can't come out......"