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Chapter 6 I wish the detective(2/2)

Zhu Ansheng did not give up and lay on the ground with his pipe in his arms and continued to search.

"If you want to call me in private, you can do whatever you want. Don't call me brother-in-law when you see your parents."

Xia Liang was stunned and sighed:

"Brother-in-law, it's been seven years... You're so decadent, and sooner or later something happens to your body."

Zhu Ansheng never found a lighter. He pulled out two pieces of paper from the paper tube, rolled it into strips, walked into the kitchen, twisted the switch of the gas stove several times, and finally the fire came out. He lit the tissue, lit the pipe with the tissue, threw the tissue into the dishwasher, and took a pleasant breath of the pipe.

"I'm doing pretty well now."

Xia Liang looked at him and clenched his fists silently.

"Brother-in-law... You have been my benchmark for so many years. I really don't want to see you look like now."

"Basic? That's your own wishful thinking. If you don't act as a detective, you insist on doing the opposite. Your parents have already hated me to death."

Xia Liang looked complicated and gritted his teeth: "I know your feelings for my sister, and I also know why you are a private detective... But you are wrong..."

Zhu Ansheng took another sip of cigarette, raised his head, and looked at him with interesting interest.

"Then what do you think is right?"

Xia Liang was silent for a while and said, "We must use the most legal channels to bring prisoners to justice... Just like you did before, will it not work to be a just criminal policeman?"

"no."

Zhu Ansheng said:

"Justice cannot save your sister, nor can the law."

Xia Liang's eyes twitched, speechless.

Zhu Ansheng breathed a sigh of relief, lay on the sofa, and then made a scream and ran up. He lifted the pillow and found a square box of tobacco from underneath, covered with tobacco and a box of matches lying.

He put the tobacco box in his hand and smiled bitterly: "You can't find some things if you try hard to find them. In a flash, you will come out by yourself."

Refilling the pipe with tobacco, taking a sip, Zhu Ansheng turned to look at Xia Liang:

"Tell me, what's the matter with you coming to me?"

Xia Liang was silent for a while, but sighed, and found a place to sit at the other end of the sofa.

"Today... our police force discovered a strange murder case at the Huangsha Seafood Market."
Chapter completed!
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