My Inseparable House Guests

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"If you don't chase, then I won't run." The man in the plaid shirt who was crushed defended loudly with an innocent look.

"You are so stupid of me." Fang Ze pressed the man in the plaid shirt with one hand, and said, "You started running before we chased it. It has nothing to do with whether we chased or not."

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding." The man in the plaid shirt said to Fang Ze like a peasant, "This matter really has nothing to do with me. It was the old cow who came to me. After I came, I saw the dead. This is not afraid to cause trouble. Do you have to run?"

"Who is Lao Niu?" Fang Ze then asked.

"It's the one who died in the living room. He and I are good friends. I was released from prison last week. He asked me to come over and ask him to arrange a job for me. I will be here today."

"Then do you know the person who died in the bedroom?" Fang Ze then asked.

"I don't know or not," the man in the plaid shirt said quickly, "I have never seen this person."

"He is not lying." Fang Ze turned his head and said to Gin Wine.

Gin looked at Fang Ze's incomparably affirmative tone, blinked, and then said to Fang Ze, "Take him back to the room for a look."

Indeed, because it is an aisle, people will come and go from time to time, which is indeed inconvenient.

So Fang Ze picked up the man in the plaid shirt and shouted, "Go, let's go up first."

The man in the plaid shirt stood up and saw the gin as soon as he looked up, and he kicked his leg immediately to get away from Fang Ze."You are not police."

"Whether we are the police has anything to do with you walking with us." Fang Ze pretended to viciously say to the man in the plaid shirt, "Go up first and we are talking."

But it's a pity that Fang Ze's ruthlessness seems to have little effect. After all, he has not been serious in society, so that ruthlessness can easily be seen through by this man in plaid shirt who looks like an old society.

"Let go of me. If you don't let me go, I will yell." The man in the plaid shirt kept kicking, trying to break free from Fang Ze's hand, causing Fang Ze to want to give this person a golden bondage general. He froze.

At this time, the gin who was walking in front lit a cigarette, turned around and looked at the man in the plaid shirt and said, faintly, "You shout again."

As soon as the gin was finished, the man in the plaid shirt immediately stopped shouting.

He really felt murderous from this white-haired man who looked like he was guilty of a second-year illness.

I'm afraid that if I shout one more sentence, next year's grave grass will grow out today.

This is a real social boss and can't afford it.

In this way, Fang Ze pulled the plaid shirt man back to the previous room.

But before the gin entered the door again, he squatted down and carefully checked the fragments of soil in front of the door.

"What's wrong." Fang Ze asked the gin.

"Nothing." Jinjiu stood up and looked at Fang Ze, then said nothing, just entered the room and sat on the sofa.

Fang Ze pushed the man in the plaid shirt against the wall to keep him still, then turned around and closed the door.

I searched the man in the plaid shirt, and found no special items on the man. Then Fang Ze opened the cell phone of the man in the plaid shirt and sent no strange conversations.

There was indeed a call record between this man and the so-called Lao Niu in the call log. Fang Ze made a call and found that the corpse of the Lao Niu in the living room was ringing a cell phone bell.

In other words, everything is right.

After the inspection, Fang Ze signaled that the man could turn his head, and then Fang Ze asked, "What is your name."

"Zhu Dezhang." The man replied with a pleasing eyebrow.

"You said you just got out of jail, what did you get in before." Fang Ze then asked.

"I used to smuggle with my friends, and then I was caught." Zhu Dezhang said while pointing his finger at the old cow who died on the coffee table.

"Lao Niu used to engage in smuggling with me, but his sentence was shorter than me, so he came out earlier than me."

"That's it." Fang Ze looked at the man, and then asked, "When did Lao Niu call you and tell you to find a job."

"When I first came out, Lao Niu picked me up, but he just said that he would try to find me as much as possible. But this morning he said he helped me find a job, and he still had to spend two hours Come inside."

"Make sure you can only come here in two hours. It's at least four hours later." Fang Ze looked at the time and estimated the time of the old cow's death, and asked Zhu Dezhang.

"Something happened on the road and it was delayed."

"What's the matter?" Fang Ze then asked.

"Stolen a wife's fart, but his boyfriend found out and had a fight, which was too late." After Zhu Dezhang knew that Fang Ze and the two were not police officers, he spoke boldly and was too lazy to lie.

"You know, the prison was panicked and there was no money." Zhu Dezhang had not yet defended himself.

"You were smuggling or something. How many years have you been sentenced?" Fang Ze looked at this man, and while texting Fang Cheng on his cell phone, he asked with a hammer.

The reason why he didn't call the police directly, but sent a text message to Fang Cheng, was because the two lives were not a trivial matter, and Fang Ze and Jinjiu were afraid to stay here to cooperate for several days.

And because Fang Ze and Jinjiu came to chase the driver, Chen Jian and Li Zihao were involved in this matter.

When Fang Ze texted Fang Cheng, he also sent messages to Li Zihao and Chen Jian via WeChat, saying that there was a big problem here, and asked them to find someone to contact the police station here.

Fang Ze didn't care about it, but the gin would leave in two days.

If you don't manage the relationship clearly, when the gin is gone, the police inform Fang Ze that Fang Ze will bring the gin and ask about the situation at the time. Fang Ze can never change another gin.

"Go, the seafood smuggler was sentenced to 12 years, and the sentence will be reduced to 10 years." Now Zhu Dezhang is really scared.

These two people just sat next to a corpse, questioning themselves constantly, and they didn't call the police, so they didn't look like good people.

Especially for the white-haired man, the aura on his body is too full. This kind of temperament is obviously that Zhu Dezhang had never felt it from a murderer who had killed several fevers when he was in prison.

The comparison between that murderer and the one in front of him is like the difference between a child and an adult.

"Smuggling seafood?" Fang Ze looked at Zhu Dezhang strangely and asked, "It seems that it is quite large, and the amount is small, and it will not be sentenced, let alone ten years. I didn't expect this small county to hide dragons and tigers."

"There is a reason." Zhu Dezhang is now more and more suspicious. The two people in front of him may be murderers. After all, they behaved too strangely.