Fang Zheng nodded slightly, this was indeed a solution. Fang Zheng looked outside. Through the window, he saw several more cameras in the distance behind the police. Sure enough, with such a big movement, it is impossible for reporters not to come and take a look, and it seems that there are more and more postures...
At this moment, Fang Zheng was startled and saw an acquaintance!
Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said, "Donor, if you want to meet a reporter, I can recommend someone to you."
"Who?" Wang Dayou asked warily.
Fang Zheng said: "A donor named Jing Yan."
"Jing Yan? Reporter from Jing University?!" What surprised Fang Zheng was that Wang Dayou actually knew about Jing Yan!
Fang Zheng asked subconsciously: "Do you know her?"
"I know, she reported a lot of positive news and helped a lot of people. We all like to read her reports. If it were her, I... I agree." Wang Dayou said.
When Fang Zheng heard this, he sighed in his heart. He didn't expect that the girl he hadn't seen for so long, who was a bit domineering before, had become a living Bodhisattva. And he, the unlucky monk, is still the same unlucky monk. Shaking his head, since Wang Dayou agreed, then this matter would be simple...
But the question came immediately. Wang Dayou asked: "Who will tell the police?"
When everyone heard this, they were stunned for a moment, and then collectively looked at Wang Dayou. Wang Dayou looked at the gun in the hands of the police outside and shook his head quickly: "I won't go out."
The other three women were willing, but Wang Dayou was worried, fearing that they would run away if they got out! Without someone in hand, I feel uneasy.
As for Xia Jili and his daughter, Wang Dayou can't let them go. Wang Dayou still hopes to ask for money from Xia Jili.
After going back and forth, Wang Dayou finally looked at Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng said with a helpless look: "Amitabha, okay, the poor monk can just go."
"You're not allowed to run! If you run... I... I'll kill someone!" Wang Dayou was also afraid that Fang Zheng would run away, so he threatened, but Fang Zheng also saw that Wang Dayou was actually trying to scare him by saying this. But Fang Zheng was not sure whether Wang Dayou would be stimulated and kill someone if he really ran away. After all, Wang Dayou is not a professional murderer, and his psychological quality is not that good. When his head is hot, whatever he does is justified.
Fang Zheng said: "Donors, don't worry, Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will? Before these benefactors leave, the poor monk will never run away."
"That's good, go and ask Jing Yan to come in." Wang Dayou said.
Fang Zheng nodded, and then asked pretending to be worried: "It's okay to ask her to come in, but the donor must agree to a condition for the poor monk."
"What conditions?" Wang Dayou asked.
Fang Zheng said: "The donor cannot also detain the donor from Jing Yan. In that case, the sin of the poor monk will be great."
As soon as he said this, Xia Jili over there kept winking at Fang Zheng, saying, don't believe him, he is a lunatic. Fang Zheng pretended not to see it and looked at Wang Dayou calmly.
Wang Dayou was stunned for a moment, seemed to be lost in thought, and asked after a while: "I said I won't detain her, do you believe it?" In Wang Dayou's view, he is now a murderer, a robber, and a hijacker. , he is simply a heinous villain! Who would believe someone like him
What surprised Wang Dayou was that Fang Zheng nodded without hesitation and said with a smile: "I believe in this."
Wang Dayou looked at Fang Zheng in surprise, and finally sighed and said, "Go ahead. I promise I won't detain her. She can come and leave whenever she wants."
Fang Zheng nodded and walked towards the door.
The police outside also seemed very nervous. Although various cases often occurred in the city, most of them were petty thefts, fights in the streets, and the like. But they have long been accustomed to these things. People from the Northeast, speaking with fists at all times, can still sit up after beating these two bastards, drink beer together, and then go to the hospital together. Therefore, the police in Northeast China are very nervous about this kind of thing.
You may say that this place is chaotic, but there have never been any vicious cases such as murder or arson here. When such an incident of murder, robbery, and hostage-taking suddenly occurred, the nearby policemen were sweating and didn't know how to deal with it. We can only follow the usual simulation training steps and try to stabilize the mood of the criminal suspect inside without irritating him. Wait for the experts to come over, or wait for the command staff to handle it before making any plans.
At the same time, some people also went to investigate the identities of the suspects and the abductees, which would facilitate their subsequent work.
The group of reporters behind them also gave them a headache. Others were hiding behind in fear of death. They jumped into any opening and wanted to rush in and talk to the suspect. The police should not only prevent the suspects from running out, but also prevent these guys from rushing in. One policeman couldn't help but cursed: "These people who are not afraid of death, do they really think their long guns and short cannons can beat real guns?"
At this moment, a female reporter stood very forward, as if she wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to get in. A policeman quickly stopped her and said: "Stop, you can't go any further."
"I am Jing Yan, a reporter from Heihe Newspaper..." Jing Yan said.
"Unless it's the police, the police can't do anything! My aunt, we are already in dire straits, and you are in trouble." The policeman waved his hand quickly, interrupting Jing Yan's words.
Jing Yan was also helpless, seeing more and more colleagues. Although there were no big newspapers or big media, it would be boring if someone robbed the news. And she was really concerned about what was going on this time.
Jing Yan pulled the policeman and kept talking, but the policeman just said: "No!"
In the end, Jing Yan moved out several government officials and acquaintances, but the policeman was very principled and unmoved. Who do you want to come to? Just one sentence: "No!"
Jing Yan was helpless. She looked at the police officer in charge in front of her and waved her hands repeatedly, but unfortunately he ignored her.
Just when Jing Yan was helplessly trying to find another way, she suddenly heard a little policeman shouting: "Someone is coming out!"
Upon hearing this, Jing Yan suddenly raised her head, and at the same time, all the cameras were pointed at the door, as if they were going to collectively shoot down the people who were about to appear!
Jing Yan put her feet up and stretched her neck to look inside. She found that the shelves had been moved. She squinted her eyes and found that the person who moved the shelves seemed familiar! Looks like a bald head!
"Bald head? Who could it be?" Jing Yan herself was muttering.
Jing Yan was muttering, and the little policeman who had just shouted was also muttering. Why did that person look so familiar to him? Subconsciously he touched his shoulder and looked to the side, could it be
Both of them were staring at the door intently. At this time, the shelves were moved away, revealing the person behind the door. He was dressed in white, with a bald head and a handsome face, as if he always had a sunny smile.
At that moment, Jing Yan and the policeman shouted at the same time: "I am Cao! Is it him?!"
PS: Don’t rush me, I’ve updated it as quickly as possible. To be honest, this story is difficult to write. Although I have designed several outlines, they are always being revised. This story should be the biggest story since I started the book. I want to work hard to write it well, but I am also afraid of crossing the line and being harmed, and I also want to write something I want to write. My brain is running out... I arrived in Changsha today, attended a meeting of the Provincial Writers Association, and struggled to write code on the train. Oops…
(End of chapter)