In a high-end residential community in Beijing, Biao Ye was stuffed into the trunk and brought back from T City overnight. His internal organs seemed to be put into a drum washing machine for more than ten hours. Even though he was as tough as him, his face turned pale.

However, as soon as he entered the door, he was frightened by the person in front of him and returned to his position.

He was an unrecognizable person. Although he was wearing a hat, lowered the brim, and a turtleneck sweater, trying his best to cover it, but the scars on his face seemed to be able to pull away all the cover, which was hideous and terrifying, and was about to come out.

"We've seen it." The man said, "Cao Yaohua was arrested a few years ago. In order to investigate the underworld organization related to Cao Yaohua, I've gone to find you."

"You...you are not dead..."

Although Mr. Biao did not recognize the identity of the person in front of him, he knew the fire that year. Seeing the burns on his face, he guessed that he was the one who escaped death.

"The official news said that six people died. Do you think we are all dead?" The man's face suddenly approached Master Biao. Anyway, the burn on his face seemed to be ready to open his huge mouth and swallow him.

The man grabbed Master Biao's collar, who was shivering back, "I asked you what was the shooting in the Central Park and what was the tape tape. You tried every means to refuse, but I didn't know what to do with you.

Now I am not a policeman, so I don’t have to hold on to the police’s rules.

I am just a dead person. If a dead person kills someone... do you think the law can control it?"

The man struggled to retreat, but was blocked by the people behind him.

The young man behind him was lame, with gauze wrapped around his shoulders, one arm hanging around his neck, and a cast, looking very injured.

"It's me, too," the young man nodded to the burned man, "It's not a dead person, it's two."

"Someone is willing to kill you to silence you... You have also seen it, save your life and bring you back from T City, but it took a lot of time to almost trap me in. The one we have now thought I was dead, and I don't know how sad it is, so if you can't bring out some decent news... Haha, I'm so angry..."

Sure enough, this young man was not easy to meet. He couldn't wait to change his face after half of his singing. He really suppressed his anger. If someone hadn't stopped him, he would have to tear Master Biao long ago.

Master Biao's eyes rolled, "It's not that I won't tell you, but... it's useless to say it."

The young man said nothing and called Mr. Biao's face with one punch.

"It's your business to tell me honestly. I can judge whether it's up to me."

Master Biao was so dizzy that he was beaten by this punch, and blood immediately bleeded in the corner of his mouth.

"I said! I said!" He shouted: "It was Xie Bi'an who shot! Xie Bi'an colluded with your father back then...uh... together, officials and businessmen, and make money together.

Later, when the term of office changed, Xie Bi'an was transferred to another province. He was going out to exercise on the surface, but in fact... the superiors had already begun to investigate him, and it would be a long time before he lost power.

And this kind of cooperation between officials and businessmen... Haha, there is only interest relationship, where can we talk about love? Xie Bi'an wants to push your dad out to cover up, and of course your dad can't sit still and wait for death...

Your father... forced Xie Bi'an to kill someone, leaving evidence..."

"Hu Xiaoming?"

"yes."

"Why was it him who was killed?"

"Hu Xiaoming was originally a subordinate of your father, but was bribed by Xie Bi'an. Xie Bi'an asked him to report your father. Fortunately, we found out in time and detained the boy, otherwise...

Your father has always been a clear reward and punishment for his subordinates. If you have any merits, you will give more money. Those who are stingy like Hu Xiaoming... of course they won't keep it..."

The young man smiled and his eyes were bent, "Yeah, I didn't expect that I was still a second-generation black."

Master Biao glanced at the young man's fist and dared to silently complain in his heart: It's more than that, you are even more gangsters than you are, you are more outstripping...

The young man seemed to be able to penetrate Master Biao's thoughts, his smile brought a dangerous smell, and he waved his fist again without hesitation.

"Don't! Xiao Wei! Don't you remember me?!" the man shouted in horror.

The young man paused his fist and finally smashed it down.

After smashing, he patted his lame leg and pointed at his head, "Sorry, that fever not only made his leg cripple, but his memory was not good. I don't remember what happened before.

So, if you dare to get close to me again..." The young man took out a knife from his back.

He didn't know if he had read it wrong, but he felt that there was sympathy in Master Biao's eyes.

Haha, he doesn't need mercy.

Seeing that the young man's face turned cold, Mr. Biao hurriedly "corrected his attitude" and continued: "The evidence left by your father in his hand back then was not a recording, but a video - he took the entire process of Hu Xiaoming's murder... The court's acceptance of the recorded evidence was very limited, and he still had this common sense.

When you came to me to ask..." Mr. Biao turned to the disfigured man, "You found me and asked about the contents in the tape. I was also surprised. It was obviously a video, how could it be turned into a tape?"

The man who had no idea suddenly realized, "So you were trying to test us when you were going around in every way to see if we only intercepted the recordings to make your words and ask you to give Cao Yaohua out."

Mr. Biao almost knelt at the feet of the young man, shouting like a snowy grief: "Look! Xiao Wei, look! Really! I withstood the test back then and didn't give your father away! I really never harmed your family!"

Master Wei kicked him aside, but there were only four words in his heart: Unexpected gain!

If Hu Xiaoming was really Xie Bi'an, director of the Planning Bureau, the vague recording was obviously not used as evidence, but if there was video data, the situation would be very different. The old case is just around the corner.

But... After so many years, the criminal police officers of that year have not been able to find the so-called video. Where can I find it?

He closed his eyes and carefully recalled the sporadic scenes of his childhood.

Time adds a layer of gray burrs to memory, making those long-standing things seem less real and difficult to tell the truth.

Buzz —

Every time I recall these, Wei Shao always gets tinnitus.

He shook his head and decided not to consider Hu Xiaoming's death for the first time. After all, he was more concerned about his father.

"How did my dad die?" he asked Master Biao.

He had asked this question many times, and Mr. Biao was almost crying.

"I... really don't know..." Mr. Biao almost robbed the ground with his head.

Interrogation is indeed not Wei Shao’s strength, but fortunately there is an old detective.

Although Mr. Wu had been hiding his identity for many years, he had not lost his skills. He moved a chair and sat down in front of Mr. Biao in a steady manner, and signaled Mr. Biao to find a comfortable position to sit on the ground.

"I need you to think about it carefully. When was the last time you met Cao Yaohua?" He guided: "Is it a routine meeting in prison?"
Chapter completed!