Outside the pick-up hall of Changshui Airport.

One old and one young person came down from a special parking lot for picking up the airport.

Perhaps it should not be described as old age. Forty or fifty years old is the most interesting moment for some men, especially this person has no distortion in figure and only looks like a Zhou Zheng. What’s strange is that his facial features are harmonious and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seem to exude mature charm. Although the young man looks good, he is easily overlooked because he is standing next to this man.

"Master, you said you are not bragging?" the young man jumped out, "You just admit that you don't know Luo Sheng, I won't laugh at you."

Judging from the tone, the relationship between the master and the apprentice should be quite good.

He didn't care whether the apprentice believed it or not. The man smiled indifferently, walked towards the hall and said, "Hurry up, the time is coming..."

"You... are just a good-looking man, and your temper is so good. When will you be angry with you? I am quite satisfied with your disciple," Seeing that the excitement was not done, the young man walked up and continued, "Just pretending that what you said was true, since Captain Luo casually called someone, it means that they didn't care about the relationship between classmates at all, so why should you come and pick someone up from afar."

"Dongrong," the man rarely took away the smile that had been piled on his face all year round, "Do you remember what I said three years ago when you called me the first master?"

The tone is calm and it is definitely not anger, but it is rare for a man to see him.

The young Dongrong stuck out his tongue and immediately calmed down and replied, "I always remember it in my heart."

After only a moment of seriousness, he returned to his original form of a hippie smile. "But master, you can't cry and laugh, scream and make a fuss with your heart. Wouldn't that be in vain for the rest of your life?"

The man paused, shook his head slightly and moved forward again.

The two of them were just about to get the time. Groups of Kyoto passengers picked up their luggage and walked towards the exit.

Dongrong looked around like a big horse monkey, "Master, you said you didn't want a photo, so why don't you ask for one of your names? How do you find this?"

The man was silent, and what appeared in his mind was Luo Sheng’s reply, “You will know when you see it.”

No matter how steady he was, the man couldn't help but complain in his heart, "What the hell." But when he swept the tall man with glasses among the passenger group, a trace of the thought of "it's this person" flashed through his heart.

baffling.

What was even more inexplicable was that the other party glanced at the crowd and walked straight toward this side.

"Mu Suo?" The tall man pulled down his mask and stretched out his hand, "Hello, my name is Zhou Nan."

Even though he had already judged that he was not old, this too young face still stunned the man for a moment. Then he reached out with a smile, "Hello, Director Zhou, thank you for your hard work to travel this trip."

Huh? Isn’t you aware of Officer Zhou?

It’s so normal. There are 1.4 billion people in China. There are always people who don’t watch the Spring Festival Gala without watching it or following the hot searches.

And in an institution, it’s always right to call the director.

After all, Zhou Nan quickly pulled up his mask in public places. “It’s not a question, but Mou Suo called me a name. I hope I can help you a little bit of it this time.”

Mou Suo laughed, "It's too humble. I've been looking forward to the arrival of the Kyoto experts."

The formal process allows Dongrong, who is greeting in front of him, to "...".

Is this the "expert" from Kyoto? Not a "brick"! Only those glasses can have some connection with experts!

Looking at his face, who was about the same age as him, his mentality was even stronger for the driver who had been driving for more than three hours.

It was also because of this case that he heard from his master that he had been a college classmate with Captain Luo of Kyoto's General Secretary of Kyoto. However, he had not seen each other for 20 or 30 years, and he was in a high position. Why should he sell your face? As expected, just send a young man to deal with it for a while.

Dongrong thought he was as insightful as he could, and finally remembered that the master did not directly respond to the reminder, but in the end, some noses were not noses, and eyes were not eyes.

Zhou Nan glanced at him a little unexpectedly, oh, I haven't encountered this situation for a long time, so I'm afraid.

Mou Suo was smiling as always, "Here, let's go back to the county first, you can rest for a night before chatting slowly."

The guest was at his will. Zhou Nan had no objection.

He has been to the Nanyun area twice, both of which are traveling, but they are all more famous attractions. The Luoqu County we are going to now is a region that he has never touched.

Speaking of which, it seems that there is an acquaintance here? Yes, when I went to Mango to record "Everyday Upward", the deputy captain of the anti-drug detachment, Officer Liu Hua, was very funny and humorous. If I had time, I could contact him, but it was obviously not the case now.

The journey is not short, but the atmosphere inside the car is so awkward.

The social apprentice who is also a young man does not give face. The steady master wants to relieve it but does not know where to start due to the "generation gap".

It’s not a big deal to be so awkward, so Zhou Nan took the initiative to ask, “Mu Suo, the General Team Luo didn’t tell me in detail, what kind of case is ours?”

The driving position of Dong Ei won't prevent him from speaking when he wants to speak, "It must be a murder, otherwise you Kyoto experts wouldn't have invited you."

There is nothing wrong at first, but it can only be heard at first.

Mou Su shook his head helplessly and asked for a supplement, "I forgot to introduce it to you. This is Ge Dongrong. The murder case that happened in my jurisdiction three months ago was the first scene he arrived at when he received the call."

As if recalling the tragic scene at that time, Mou Suo finally put away the smile on his lips and did not expect his disciples. He said on his own, "I then received the news and hurried to the scene. The deceased was a young girl who shampooed her hair in a local barber shop. She was named Xu Chunying. She lived alone. When she was found, she was lying on the ground naked in her own hall. She was stabbed in her stomach and bleeding all over the floor. She was 21 years old, and she was just as old as a flower..."

After sighing, Zhou Nan did not hear the special features of the case, so he could only guess, "Has he found no evidence that could lock the suspect?"

"Swish," Ge Dongrong retorted, "Although he does not have the great skills of the Kyoto experts, the police in our small county did not grow up with nothing, and they would not even be able to find any clues."

"Dongrong." Mou Suo shouted.

Ge Dongrong shrank his neck, but he still had no plans to calm down, "It was, the Criminal Team, didn't they say that the murderer had been brought to justice, and it was Xu Chunying's boyfriend Zhang Liang, and he admitted it himself. Just master, you, I think it's still suspicious, it's not easy to be a human inside or outside..."

Um?

What's going on?

The murderer has been caught? But the person in front of him is suspicious?

Now it is not as good as in the past, especially in murder cases, without some actual evidence, so it is impossible to just take individuals to replace them. Moreover, the criminal police brigade responsible for the investigation of the case has determined that he was not "smashing the situation" in this trip?

Dangerous!

Luo Sheng’s k...oh no, this is his immediate boss, we have to respect it, respect it. So Zhou Nan silently pressed the word “scam” into his mind.
Chapter completed!