Fatal Counterattack

Chapter 18

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The old bald man was also holding the dinner plate, and slowly turned around with his head lowered. He didn't know what he was thinking about in his pair of small eyes. Just now, it seemed like a scar that was full of smiles, but now it was terribly cold.

"Hey...Little Fatty...Is today's class cancelled?"

Zhang Zichen wandered out of the gate of the Three Teachings depressedly, just in time to see Xiaopang, a member of the Ju Niubi team, running away with a pancake in his hand.

"Cancelled, canceled! Hahaha, I also said that God would not treat me like this. After finally making it to the top 72 of the 3rd Brain Burning Light Year Internet Cafe Cup at the door, it conflicted with class. If you want to call the roll, if you still can’t tell, you will definitely fail, this time it’s okay, it seems that I must be super god today, super god.”

The two short legs twitched for a while, Xiaopang yelled and rushed towards the gate of the school without looking back.

"cancelled?"

Zhang Zichen felt uncomfortable for no reason. The university courses are relatively loose. It is quite common to cancel a class due to the teacher's personal reasons. But I just saw the teacher of this class enter the opposite room. In the laboratory building.

"Oh? Could it be..."

Is it related to Diao Aijing? Zhang Zichen frowned involuntarily, turned around and walked in the direction of Sishe.

Zhang Zichen squatted on the stone pier at the gate of Sishe for a full two hours, but he didn't see a girl coming out of the gate of the dormitory. The class that was originally canceled was the second class in the morning. Two hours later, it was already noon. Normally, at this point, there should be an endless stream of girls coming out to eat and fetch water.

"Zichen?!"

Zhang Zichen was on the stone pier with a blank expression on his face, not knowing what he was thinking, but he didn't notice a beautiful figure slowly walking out from the gate of Sishe.

"Beauty... Ah, no... Xiaowei..."

"Why are you squatting here? Didn't your monitor inform you that the classes for the last two days have been cancelled?"

Although she said this on her lips, the feeling in Xiaowei's words was clearly as if she had found support.

"Ah... I got the notification, but I don't know what happened. I wanted to see you, but I waited here for a long time, but I didn't see anyone coming out."

When Xiao Wei heard what Zhang Zichen said, she couldn't help but startled, and then her big bright eyes dimmed a little.

"Haven't heard of it? Ai Jing has been missing for a week..."

Even during the time of Chinese New Year, the office hall of the Municipal Public Security Bureau around 1:30 p.m. will have a rare few minutes of leisure. Basically, everyone uses this precious time to make up for lunch quickly, or lie down on the desk for a while, because the situation in the afternoon is usually more chaotic than in the morning. . .

"Wow!!!"

The curtain of the office hall of the Municipal Public Security Bureau was lifted violently, completely sweeping away the rare few minutes of quietness.

"Team Lou!!!"

The reaction of everyone in the office hall seemed to be a bit slower, and it was not known whether it was because of long-term fatigue or mental slack.

"Yangzi! What kind of body is he who is yelling here..." Lou Yang's face was also full of exhaustion and displeasure.

"That... that... Song... Song Chenghe"

Beads of sweat the size of mung beans were constantly sliding down Li Yang's face. He was panting, and he couldn't even connect what he said just now. , Unknowingly tense again instantly, this feeling, something must have happened.

"Song Chenghe... Song Chenghe is dead!!!"

"What!!!"

. . . . . .

Zhang Zichen felt extremely bad right now, not to say that Diao Aijing's disappearance had much to do with him, or how much was involved with Xiaowei, this bad feeling was just a kind of unexplainable irritability for no reason.

"Has it been confirmed that he is missing?"

"Well... the director contacted Aijing's family for a day, but did not get any news, and then reported the matter to the academy and the police. Now this matter has spread widely."

"Huh? It's only a few days."

"It's only a few days, but since the instructor contacted Aijing's family, her family members came to the school very quickly, and the police also came. I can't spread the news quickly."

After the two finished speaking, they both fell silent consciously, frowning, not knowing what they were thinking.

There was no mess in this detention center, only Song Chenghe was leaning against the iron bed, and the rest was silent. . .

"I want to know! How do you take care of Song Chenghe?!"

Team Lou's furious roar pierced the silence, as well as the sluggish expressions of everyone present.

"Lou... Team Lou, I almost went in and squatted opposite him and looked at him. I really didn't do anything..."

The police officer who was in charge of guarding Song Chenghe was called Xiao Zhao. As the target of public criticism, he trembled a little when he spoke.

"Stop fucking me and farting here, you mean, Song Chenghe! He died so naturally in the temporary detention center of the Municipal Bureau, right?"

"This... I really don't know... When I delivered him lunch at noon, he was still very energetic, and there was nothing abnormal."

No one has ever seen the gentle and elegant Team Lou make such a big fuss, but it is no wonder that others, the biggest suspect in a murder case, has not yet been prosecuted, so he died in the detention center of the bureau. this matter. . . It's a bit too much involved. . .

"Cyanide poisoning, Brother Gang, be careful"

Cheng Ze took the lead to enter the scene, but when he saw the old bald man covered in bright red spots at close range, he couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body.

"Xiao Cheng, call the forensic doctor, Sun Ke, and Xiao Zhao, you come with me and explain clearly to me, and everyone else should move for me, I want it right away! Know what happened to Song Chenghe dead!"

Dui Lou's complexion calmed down after being extremely angry, but everyone looked at Dui Lou and knew that the superficial calm was really not that calm. . .

Volume Two