"Go away. Binghuo! Chinese t" Cao Yi drove towards the woman who was clinging to him and cursed impatiently. Then he said to Qu Yong: "I'm not talking about you. Have I handed you anything recently?" Ah, what’s wrong?”

Qu Yong also guessed that it was not Cao Yi who handed it over. He thought about it and didn't know how to speak, because this matter might cause trouble, and he was not very willing to involve Cao Yi.

Cao Yi also felt Qu Yong's hesitation. He took the woman out, turned off the TV, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Xiao Yong, tell the truth. Could it be that Xiong Ba came to visit?"

"That's not true." Qu Yong decided to tell the truth and said, "Someone handed me a dead body. I guess this body is from the recent famous Smiling Murder Incident in Hangzhou."

"The Smiling Murder Incident." Cao Yi poured a glass of boiling water casually, drank it to wake up, and said, "You don't want to tell me that you killed these people." [

"Of course not."

Cao Yi said: "Then what you mean is that the murderer killed someone and then handed the body to you."

Qu Yong said: "Yes."

Cao Yi hesitated for a moment and said, "That's it. Then call the police."

Qu Yong was startled and said: "Call the police."

Cao Yi shrugged and said: "What's wrong? You are a taxpayer. Oh no, although you are not a taxpayer, you are a Chinese citizen. Why did you keep it if you received something like this for some reason?"

Qu Yong was awakened by the words, and he agreed: "Yes, why didn't I think that since this person handed over such a thing and didn't explain his intention, it would be better to leave it to the police to worry about."

I called the police, but the police never arrived.

Because Qu Yong didn't want to make the matter a big deal, he sealed the carton and didn't tell the other doctors, so the whole morning passed peacefully, waiting for him to finish the ward check, write the doctor's orders, write down the course of the disease, and sit down again. After arguing with everyone for a while, the police still had no news, which made Qu Yong still feel a little uneasy.

He left the office and went to the corridor and made another call. The person who answered the phone was a girl with a nice voice, "Hello, hello, this is 110. How can I help you?"

"I would like to ask, I called the police this morning, it's the corpse of the smiling murder case, why are there still police officers coming now?" Before Qu Yong finished speaking, he saw people walking slowly from the stairs on the next floor. A man came up, a short and lean man wearing a black windbreaker.

Qu Yong's doctor's office is on the seventh floor. The seventh floor is neither high nor short. Most people have to go up to the seventh floor, of course by taking the elevator, but this man in black windbreaker just walked up. His eyes were undisguised. He looked at Qu Yong, interrupted his call and said: "I'm already here."

"You are..." Qu Yong is not ignorant, but since he got close to the fourth girl, he has tried his best to avoid contact with these police and government people, so he has always believed that even if the police do not wear work clothes, they are at least in formal attire. Man, I didn’t expect this policeman to be dressed very fashionably.

"Yang Muxiang." The man in black trench coat looked at Qu Yong from bottom to top and said, "Your name is Qu Yong, and it was you who called the police."

Qu Yong said to the phone: "Already here, thank you." He hung up the phone, showed a smile, and said to Yang Muxiang: "It would be nice if you came. That thing is not suitable to be placed in our office."

Yang Muxiang did not answer him, but said stiffly: "Why did you call the police?"

Qu Yong said: "What."

Yang Muxiang stared into his eyes, which were a bit piercing, and said: "I never say something a second time."

Qu Yong could only touch his nose and said: "If you have any difficulties, just call the police, right?" [

"If you have any difficulties, call the police." Yang Muxiang seemed to have not expected such words to come out of Qu Yong's mouth. He said, "I am not a police officer."

"I can see it." Of course Qu Yong could see that Yang Muxiang had a violent aura on his body. This kind of violent aura is impossible to appear in ordinary policemen. In other words, this Yang Muxiang is not an ordinary person, but Qu Yong I took this for granted. After all, the Smile Murder incident was so sensational that the police couldn't possibly send an ordinary police officer to handle the matter. "Are you a criminal police officer?"

"Interpol, if you have to find a name, you can do it." Yang Muxiang walked to the same step as Qu Yong and said, "You are very good."

"good."

"However, you still answer my question." Yang Muxiang said: "Don't say anything about having difficulties. Go to the police. I've checked your background and I know who you are, so I might as well talk straight to the point."

Although the glare from the other person was harsh, Qu Yong was neither humble nor arrogant, as if he couldn't feel it at all. He said slowly and unsteadily: "What I said is true. I don't know about this matter at all, and I don't want to know about it."

"You don't know." Yang Muxiang did not doubt the authenticity of Qu Yong's words, but he was even more puzzled, "Then, why did he write down your name? Could it be another person with the same name?"

"My name." Qu Yong felt itchy and wanted to ask, but he held back and said calmly: "Oh, then, please ask the police to get that thing as soon as possible. I'm afraid I really can't help with the rest. What."

"Do you think you can stay out of it?" Yang Muxiang said in an oppressive tone: "You think so, the smiling murderer left your name on the ground behind the body. Just based on this, the police can bring the case to trial. Detain you for seventy-two hours."

"There is my name on the ground behind the corpse." Qu Yong was startled, and he said urgently: "So you have seen the corpse a long time ago."

Yang Muxiang said without any secret: "Yes, I handed the body to you."

"You handed it to me." Qu Yong knew that there was still trouble. He sighed and said, "Please tell me what is going on and what does it have to do with me."

"I also want to know what it has to do with you." Yang Muxiang explained everything about last night in detail, and finally said: "That's how it is."

Qu Yong said: "You handed me the body because you wanted to ask for directions and find out my background."

Yang Muxiang stretched out two fingers and said: "Finding the bottom is one, and the other is I need you to cooperate with me to find this murderer."

Qu Yong was extremely curious in his heart. He really didn’t understand why the smiling murderer left his name. But on the other hand, even if he was curious, he really didn’t want to cooperate with the police, so he still refused and said, “I don’t understand this. Once I know it, I’m afraid it really won’t be of much help.”

"You can." Yang Muxiang said: "I need you to help me find out the details of this person." He rushed before Qu Yong refused and said: "Don't refuse first, first listen to the conditions I can offer. In exchange, you can get Beijing's friendliness."

Qu Yong said: "What do you mean, Beijing's friendship."

Yang Muxiang said in a deep voice: "You won't forget that more than a year ago, you had an agreement to fight with a person from the north. If we have a cooperative relationship, we will be friends. Friends will not fight with friends.

?”

Qu Yong sneered and said: "See, you have really done some homework, and you even found out about Xiong Ba and me. My friend, you are also from the Prince Gang."

Yang Muxiang said: "Yes."

Qu Yong turned his head and said: "If you do some more homework, you will know that I am a soft-spoken person and I will not help you. I don't want to know what the murderer is related to. That thing is

In the office, if you want to take it, you can take it. If you don’t want to take it, I’ll call the police.”[

Yang Muxiang frowned and wanted to get angry, but he clenched and unclenched his fists and said slowly: "Okay, I'll take the things away."

He walked into the office, held up the cardboard box with one hand, and the corpse weighing more than a hundred kilograms was as light as a feather in his hand, and walked down the stairs again. This man didn't seem to like taking the elevator.

The fat man waited for Yang Muxiang to leave and asked Qu Yong curiously: "Brother Xiaoyong, how are you? That person just now was a policeman."

Qu Yong said: "Yes."

"He is really a policeman." Fatty said curiously: "He is too angry and his brows are broken. He doesn't look like someone who eats for the public, but more like"

"Like what."

"Like a killer."

"Killer." Qu Yong suddenly thought of something, and he lost his voice: "Am I not a policeman? Yes, I saw his ID at all. He also said that he was a criminal policeman. How can there be such a policeman? Then he

Who could it be? Could he be the murderer?"

Fatty saw Qu Yong talking to himself and asked, "Who is the murderer? He."

"Tell the teacher that I may have to ask for leave this afternoon." Qu Yong pulled off his white coat and rushed out the door.

The fat man hurriedly asked: "Where are you going?"

"have no idea."

"I don't know what kind of answer this is."

Qu Yong rushed downstairs and saw the figure of Yang Muxiang. He chased her to the door of the hospital and saw her outside the door, "He was walking so fast."

"Young man, look for someone." Seeing Qu Yong looking around outside the door, he said to him.

Qu Yong nodded and said: "Ah, by the way, uncle, did you see a man carrying a big cardboard box out?"

"I saw it, of course I saw it." He took out a card from the duty room outside the door and said, "The man also told me that soon after he left, a young man would chase him, so he asked me to hand over this card.

for you."

"Card." Qu Yong took the card and saw that it was blank with everything on it, but he understood clearly because this card was exactly the same as the one with "Benefit Qu Yong" written before, and both belonged to Bo Hotel.

'He knew I would chase him out.'

"Bo Hotel, what does he mean by leaving this blank card to me? Could it be that he is asking me to go to the hotel to see you again."

Qu Yong asked: "Uncle, which way did that person go?"

What's wrong with "this" and that door: "He walked too fast. As soon as I paid attention, he disappeared."
Chapter completed!