Top beloved wife: Mistakenly provoking arrogant president - Chapter 992

Notre Dame sanatorium, control room.

The vice president at the door explained in embarrassment: “you have seen this situation. The surveillance cameras in our hospital have been out of use for a long time. They are just posing outside. You can see that the surveillance rooms are all like this. They don’t work at all. Naturally, we can’t get the video you want.”

The vice president’s attitude was good, with a flattering smile on his face, nodding and bowing. He was almost on the ground: “I’m really sorry, Mr. police, it’s not that we don’t cooperate with the work. We didn’t expect that this floor delayed you. I’m really sorry!”

I got up at seven in the morning and had breakfast in the villa. I arrived at the hospital early in the morning and spent two and a half hours in the lobby and the so-called director’s ink.

There’s no evidence, the rooms and toilets are clean, the air is sprayed with air freshener!

Now even the police chief has come and got the surveillance camera that has been broken for nearly half a month.

For all this, you fuckin ‘started preparing a month ago!

Tu Nan is hungry now, and he doesn’t want to protect any image. Even if he is guarding Assange, he yells: “you’re in the same league with the murderer!”

The president looked like a big enemy and said, “I dare not. How can we be such people?”

“You… You, damn it!” Tu Nan was too angry to speak.

Shi Yunhai controlled him and kept saying comforting words: “brother Tunan, calm down. This clue is broken. We have other clues. Don’t worry. Everything will come slowly.”

Gu Li is magnanimous or quick to adapt. Whether it’s true or not, she has no effect at all when she is angry with this person. She reluctantly smiles: “since it looks like this, there’s no other way, but I’ll trouble you, vice president.”

The vice president’s eyes flickered a few times.

Those who can be polite to their opponents are either counsellors or ruthlesss.

He felt that the girl in front of him didn’t look like a counsellor: “Miss, you’re welcome. It should be our fault.”

When the party went out, Yasang said, “you can’t see the scene. I have some photos over there. I can show you my privilege as the director. Do you want to see them?”

“Is that ok? Is that a violation of police property?”

“The police station is all mine. What are the photos? I’m in charge. Let’s go!”

A residential area in DIDU, about two o’clock in the afternoon.

The man knocked on the door. Soon after, a woman’s face appeared out of it. Her face was pale and her eyes were as red as rabbit’s eyes. Behind her was a young boy.

The woman’s voice was hoarse, and she asked with fear in her eyes, “what can I do for you?”

“Hello, I’m a friend of Wang Zongliang. I want to see him.”

“He died in a car accident and has been gone for several days.” The woman said something sad, and then raised her head warily and asked, “you won’t come to him for a rise.”

The two men who came to knock on the door were stunned. It took a while for them to remember that Wang Zongliang loved gambling. He used to be a regular customer of the Golden Gate casino, but later he didn’t come because he owed too much money.

Two people looked at each other, and one of them nodded: “yes, we are from the Golden Gate casino. You should have heard that Mr. Wang owes us nearly three million yuan for gambling. What do you think about this?”

Originally, the woman with red eyes and tearful eyes, on hearing this, she cried out: “I really don’t have any moves. The losers at home have taken all the money, and my savings will be gone! Look what’s left of my family. If you take away the house, our orphans and widows will sleep in the street! ”

As soon as the woman cried, the boy began to cry.

The voice was harsh in the silence of the corridor. Many people came out to see what was going on. The two men were flustered when they first met this situation: “then we won’t ask you for money.”

Howling to half of the woman suddenly stopped, as if some unbelievable asked: “really?”

The man nearby explained quickly: “it’s not easy for you orphans and widows. If Wang Zongliang really died, his debts would be written off, but he really died?”

The woman laughed bitterly, as if laughing at herself: “I don’t need to make up such a lie. In fact, I have been thinking that it was much better for him to die than to live. It rained heavily that night, and he didn’t come back at twelve o’clock in the evening. He didn’t go home by the hour. I turned around and went to bed, but I couldn’t sleep, So I called him… ”

Police archives, 3:30 p.m.

Looking at the attentive people nearby, Gu Li inquired, “how do you know what didn’t come?”

Shi Yunhai shook his head with the document that Tu Nan had thrown into his hand: “nothing can be seen.”

“Isn’t that your major?”

“Boss, I can’t see what you can’t see. My major is not criminal investigation?”

“You don’t kill people in your major. Normally, it’s your workplace, so you don’t feel particularly close to your peers?”

“……”

From each other’s extremely ugly face did not see the so-called intimate feeling.

Gu Li sighed helplessly. She knew that the trip to the police station was useless.

Tu Nan in the back is gnawing bread in a daze. He hasn’t investigated anything for a whole day.

“You can eat with me. I’m tired of going out for a while.”

Looking at her going out, Tu Nan seemed to think of something and reminded her in a loud voice: “madam, you can’t smoke.”

Uncle, you really know me. You know I like smoking when I’m bored.

She waved her hand without looking back: “well, I see.”

After I went out, I felt the half box of cigarettes coming from shiyunhai. While I was looking for the bathroom, I suddenly came up to a little policeman: “excuse me, you are Miss Gu Li, aren’t you?”

Gu Li stepped back: “yes, I’m Gu Li.”

“Director Asang asked me to give this to you, saying it was a gift for you.”

She took over the white paper dubiously, which depicted a map. Although the map was hand-painted, it was very precise. What she drew was the layout of the whole police station. She adjusted the direction and reluctantly recognized that the place with the black spot was the entrance of the archives.

She looked at the top left corner of the mark out of a red peach heart, here is what?

A French meal, a small gift or a big office for the director of the Bureau. When I just separated, I said that I couldn’t do it. Why do I have to do this.