When Xue Yuan saw Luo Fei coming out, he hurriedly asked, "Secretary Luo, are you going out?"

Luo Fei did not have a trip to go out this morning, so Xue Yuan asked this question.

Luo Fei nodded and walked out. Xue Yuan immediately followed when he saw this. As Luo Fei's secretary, Luo Fei was going out, so he naturally wanted to follow him. However, Luo Fei turned around and waved, "Xiao Xue, you don't have to go out with me. I have something to do at home, so go back first."

"Oh." Xue Yuan stopped hearing this.

Watching Luo Fei leave, Xue Yuan squinted his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

After standing for about two or three minutes, Xue Yuan seemed to have gone through some ideological struggle and finally made a decision, turning around and walking towards Luo Fei's office.

After opening the door, even though Xue Yuan knew that Luo Fei was not there, he still tiptoed to Luo Fei's desk, looking around like a thief. Finally, Xue Yuan put a black round thing like buttons under Luo Fei's desk. After a while, Xue Yuan felt worried again, especially after he lay on the ground, he found that he could see clearly under the desk. This would undoubtedly be easily discovered. If Luo Fei bent over and picked up something, he might find it.

After thinking about it, Xue Yuan's eyes finally fell on the leather sofa in the office reception area. The sofa was the kind of short-legged sofa that could not be seen at the bottom. Xue Yuan quickly walked over and tried hard to lift a corner of the base of the sofa, and then pasted the small black thing like a button on it.

After doing this, Xue Yuan quickly left Luo Fei's office, and his heart was thumping. After only two or three minutes, Xue Yuan felt like he had experienced a big battle. At this moment, cold sweat was faintly blowing on his back and his heart was beating violently.

Just now, Xue Yuan installed a wiretap in Luo Fei's office. This was a decision that Xue Yuan made after hesitating for a long time. Recently, Luo Fei frequently came to Chu Heng. Xue Yuan felt like a cat was caught in his heart. He was very curious about what Luo Fei and Chu Heng talked about. Of course, it was not just limited to the conversation between Chu Heng and Luo Fei, including Luo Fei and Lu Ming, and Xue Yuan also wanted to know. He could not stick it on the door and listen to the corner of the wall every time. The main reason was that the office was very soundproof, and the voice of the conversation inside was slightly lower, so Xue Yuan could not hear anything at all.

Therefore, Xue Yuan had the idea of ​​installing a wiretap machine in Luo Fei's office, and the reason why he made up his mind to do this was undoubtedly that Luo Fei's situation was getting worse and worse. Xue Yuan wanted to find a way out for himself, so he took such a big risk. Otherwise, even if he had such an idea before, he would never dare to implement it.

Sitting on the chair, after several minutes, Xue Yuan's nervous heartbeat slowly calmed down.

At this moment, at Luo Fei's home, Zhao Xiaolan saw Luo Fei coming back at this point, looked surprised and looked at Luo Fei with a strange look, "Old Luo, do you have no job arrangements today? Why are you free to come back at this time?"

"It's nothing important today, so I pushed my job." Luo Fei sighed, "I was a little restless today and I was not in the mood to work, so I just came back to rest."

Zhao Xiaolan knew that Luo Fei was worried about his younger brother Zhao Xiaoyang, so she couldn't help but say, "Old Luo, don't think too much. It will be soon tomorrow night. I will definitely persuade Xiaoyang to leave, you don't have to worry."

When Luo Fei heard this, his mouth twitched, thinking that Zhao Xiaoyang had no chance to leave now.

Luo Fei did not tell Zhao Xiaolan that he answered the mysterious man's call in the morning. Because of his handling of Zhao Xiaoyang, he had to lie to Zhao Xiaolan in the end, so some things could not be known to Zhao Xiaolan. He came home early today, on the one hand, waiting for news from Zhao Xiaoyang, and on the other hand, thinking about how to find a better resignation to comfort Zhao Xiaolan. He knew that Zhao Xiaolan might collapse after hearing what Zhao Xiaoyang had happened.

Zhao Xiaolan didn't know what was about to happen next at this moment. Seeing that Luo Fei's face was not very good, Zhao Xiaolan said, "Old Luo, if you are tired, go and have a good sleep first. When the meal is ready, I'll call you again."

Zhao Xiaolan knew that Luo Fei didn’t sleep all night last night, so she said that.

Luo Fei looked at Zhao Xiaolan, nodded, and said, "Okay, then I'll go to have a nap first."

Luo Fei returned to the house, but he held his cell phone tightly in his hand, waiting for the news quietly.

At the same time, on a mountain near the sea, Zhao Xiaoyang foamed at the mouth, twitched all over, and his lips gradually turned from crimson to miserable white...

Next to him, two men watched this scene indifferently until they saw Zhao Xiaoyang's body gradually no longer reacting. A man stepped forward and touched Zhao Xiaoyang's breath, nodded to his companion beside him, and the two quickly left.

After descending from the mountain, a man took out his cell phone and sent a text message.

At Luo Fei's home, the moment he heard the phone text message ringing, Luo Fei clicked on the text message and took a look, then quickly deleted it, closing his eyes in pain...

On the mountain, about three or four hours after the two men left, several cars in the hall drove to the foot of the mountain. A team of police officers got out and started searching the mountain with police dogs.

Not long after, in a dilapidated wooden house on the mountain, the group saw Zhao Xiaoyang, who was cold and stiff, lying motionless on the ground, and next to Zhao Xiaoyang, some white powder like flour was sprinkled.

Seeing Zhao Xiaoyang's appearance, the police officer who led the team quickly stepped forward, took out his gloves and put them on, and confirmed Zhao Xiaoyang's condition. The police officer who led the team looked speechless, "The person is dead, we are late."

"This is probably because I sucked that thing to death." An experienced police officer looked at Zhao Xiaoyang's death condition and spoke.

The police officer leading the team nodded, said nothing, took out his cell phone and said, "I'll call Lin and notify him first."

Soon, Lin Qingping, who was in the office, received a report from his subordinates, and Zhao Xiaoyang was dead!

When Lin Qingping heard the news, he was shocked, "How could he die?"

"Following the death status at the scene, it may be caused by excessive sucking of that thing. The specific death time must be found after testing." The subordinate replied.

Lin Qingping was slightly stunned when he heard this and immediately said, "You should do a site investigation immediately, be more detailed, don't miss every detail, be sure to find out the cause of Zhao Xiaoyang's death."

"Don't worry, Hall Lin, we will find out."

"Okay, that's how it comes first."

Lin Qingping hung up the phone and immediately called Chen Zhenggang.

It was almost evening. When Chen Zhenggang saw that it was Lin Qingping who called him, he guessed that it was Zhao Xiaoyang's incident and had another news. Lin Qingping called him at this time and probably had already caught Zhao Xiaoyang.

Chen Zhenggang answered the phone in a good mood, and then heard a sentence that stunned him, "Chen Shu Ji, Zhao Xiaoyang is dead."

"What?" Chen Zhenggang said in a lost voice.

"Secretary Chen, Zhao Xiaoyang is dead." Lin Qingping repeated again.

"How could he die?" Chen Zhenggang's reaction was exactly the same as Lin Qingping just now, and even the same thing he asked.

Lin Qingping replied, "The specific cause of death needs to be confirmed after the subsequent autopsy report is released. However, according to our people's preliminary investigation on the scene, it may be the death caused by excessive sucking of that thing."

Chen Zhenggang was speechless after hearing this for a long time. He didn't know if Zhao Xiaoyang had the habit of sucking that thing in the past, but when the other party was about to track down its whereabouts, he suddenly died of excessive sucking that thing. If there was nothing strange about this, Chen Zhenggang wouldn't believe it.

Soon, Chen Zhenggang came to his senses and asked in a deep voice, "Lin Hall, when is the time of death?"

"The detailed death time needs to be waited for the autopsy report to come out." Lin Qingping said.

"Okay, then wait until the autopsy report comes out, the Forest Department will tell me the first time." Chen Zhenggang said.

"Don't worry, Secretary Chen, I'll send you a copy immediately after the autopsy report came out." Lin Qingping said, and said with some guilt, "Secretary Chen, I'm really sorry. I thought I could catch Zhao Xiaoyang back, but I didn't expect it to fail."

"Don't say that Lin Dong, you have helped me a lot." Chen Zhenggang said.

"Secretary Chen, I feel even more embarrassed to say this. I didn't help you at all this time." Lin Qingping said with a wry smile.

"No, Lin Hall has helped me a lot." Chen Zhenggang said sincerely, and said again, "Lin Hall, you need to find out whether there is anything suspicious about the cause of Zhao Xiaoyang's death as soon as possible. I don't think this matter is that simple."

"Well, our people have blocked the scene. After the investigation of the crime scene, there may be other discoveries." Lin Qingping said.

"Okay, then let's wait for news from Lin Hall." Chen Zhenggang nodded.

After the two of them briefly talked, Chen Zhenggang was in a daze with his cell phone. Zhao Xiaoyang's death had a relatively big impact on Chen Zhenggang. It would be fine if Zhao Xiaoyang really died of accidental death caused by excessive sucking that thing, if not, it was artificial... Then the opponent was really extremely vicious, and even Chen Zhenggang had to face his opponent again, especially in Jiangzhou, where his people were actually relatively passive here and had no advantage.

Chen Zhenggang was thinking about Zhao Xiaoyang's affairs. At this moment, Lin Qingping was also thinking about his worries in the office. Unlike Chen Zhenggang who only cares about Zhao Xiaoyang's death, Lin Qingping thought of a deeper level. Did the operation in the hall leak out the news? This action was personally deployed and kept it strictly confidential. It is said that it would not be leaked, but Zhao Xiaoyang died too coincidental, which made Lin Qingping have to arouse suspicion.

If someone really leaked the news inside, Lin Qingping would have to check it carefully inside. This is undoubtedly not a trivial matter. For Lin Qingping, it is even more important than the case of Zhao Xiaoyang's death, because the level of the person who can leak the secret is definitely not low.

Luo Fei’s home.
Chapter completed!