An hour later, Zhang Shidong walked out of the ward and said to Lang Qingshan: "The legs are fine. As for the bottom, cut them down. If they are necrotic, I can only do not contagious. If they are not cut, they will decide if they are not cut. If they are not cut for three days, they will continue to contagious. I can't help him with the problem of addiction, so I find a good place to quit myself."

Lang Qingshan's face changed. He protected his son to inherit the inheritance. If he was not a man or a woman, could he still survive? Can he still live?

"Is there no other way?"

"Yes, it's so disgusting, I'm too lazy to do it."

In one sentence, eight words, Lang Qingshan looked at Zhang Shidong with unsuppressed anger: "Mr. Zhang, if you don't come, I have nothing to say, but since you take over and treat it, why do you need this?"

Zhang Shidong calmly picked up the cash box, held the rhinoceros horn cup in his hand and said seriously: "The legs are not a problem. You are still alive when you cut it off. The removal of poison-addiction does not depend on medicine but on psychology. Now his physiological dependence on that thing has been minimized. All that remains is long-term system treatment and psychological treatment. If you really want to keep his lower body, it is only useful. It is impossible to pass on the family line. It takes a month and the price is too expensive. You can't accept it, so I won't mention it. Do you have any other things you don't understand if I say that?"

Lang Qingshan shook his head: "Thank you, Mr. Zhang for his help."

Zhang Shidong waved his hand: "If you take money and eliminate disasters, I will recognize money. Even if you are an enemy, as long as you can afford money, I will choose to ignore some things."

Amid his words, there was silence at the scene. Lang Qingshan followed the doctor into the ward. Zhang Shidong and Jiang Xueyu stepped away, leaving behind a Xing Wen, secretly frowned, looked at Lang Qingshan and Lang Jiajia through the single glass wall, and shook their heads: "Dogs can't change their shit."

After saying that, Xing Wen also left. At the door, he saw Wang Dapeng, a detective with famous demons, stopping Zhang Shidong. As he had a premonition, he killed the donkey, but is this donkey that easy to kill? The Lang family has money to see how much you can take out this time. Lang Qingshan, you are really a bastard. Do you know who was with him that night? Since you want to play, then just be me alone.

"Is Zhang Shidong so? Now please come with us. There is a murder case that requires you to cooperate with our investigation."

Zhang Shidong spread his hands and handed the box and rhinoceros horn cup to Jiang Xueyu: "I'm going to make a fortune recently. Please help me pay attention to whether there are any good things for major auction houses."

Jiang Xueyu nodded. She believed that Zhang Shidong could settle everything and drove away without stopping Wang Dapeng.

Zhang Shidong played with the ring on his thumb: "Officer Wang. How do I need me to cooperate? Should I put in handcuffs?"

Wang Dapeng frowned and coldly said, "Mr. Zhang, I have never liked hippie people. I don't want to care about other things. I just care about things within my responsibilities. Whoever is a murderer is my enemy. Besides that, everyone is just passers-by. I think you understand what I mean, right?"

A hint of praise appeared in Zhang Shidong's eyes: "Okay, Officer Wang, I promise to cooperate. I just hope that your subordinates or your colleagues can have the same idea as you."

Wang Dapeng looked at Zhang Shidong deeply, with years of experience in handling cases. He felt the danger hidden in his body when he first met Zhang Shidong. Intuition made Wang Dapeng almost take out his gun and point it at him, rationally controlled his body, and everything was followed by the case handling process. As long as he was still responsible for this case, he would not let it deviate from the trajectory.

Zhang Shidong had a policeman. The old man had told him before he retired. The comprehensive investigation strength in China is already stable. Wang Dapeng, the detective of the Demon City, is upright and upright, and has offended many people because of this. He has only enjoyed the treatment of a regular section-level department for so many years. He barely managed two or three kittens. He handed him over all major and major cases in the Demon City Bureau and major branches to him for handling, but he never gave him a legitimate identity and power. The case was investigated almost the same time. His superiors took over an order and the food he had already spoken was taken away by someone. He didn't care about it over time and no one took him seriously. Giving some bonuses and some honors was considered compensation.

It’s not that Wang Dapeng is not fighting, but that he is always in the case. As his importance becomes higher and his temper becomes stronger, many things cannot be separated from him and there are not many demands. The bonus is enough to ensure that there is no conflict in the rear. He spends a month on paid vacation every year, and he goes out to play with his wife and children, and lives a prosperous life. People who master a skill are old masters everywhere.

Zhang Shidong was taken to the Municipal Bureau, and the Demon City and Jiang Province jointly handled the case. Two legless corpses, who is the real murderer behind the scenes?

In the interrogation room, Zhang Shidong sat calmly, completely ignoring the silence and oppression in the room, and the strong light in front of him could not affect him. Lang Qingshan was not stupid. Even though he knew that Zhang Shidong was the director of the Ninety-Nine Department, he was still trying to find the death of his own. People were clearly showing off their cars and horses, one, one, two, two, and let Wang Dapeng handle this case to see if the detective could peel off the thread and find the real murderer and bring the real murderer to justice. Zhang Shidong killed him. Do he dare to use his power to satisfy his own selfish desires? China is a country ruled by law, and no one can be above the law.

Wang Dapeng's experience and ability surprised Zhang Shidong. No wonder the master said that this was the number one detective master in China. He had almost copied all the plots. Many details were extremely accurate. The blood extracted from the car and other series of case handling methods were all reasonable and legal. No flaws were found, and the documents obtained were also ironclad.

"Zhang Shidong, where are you tonight xx and who are you with?"

"You also know, women, women who come to sleep in nightclubs."

"Who is she, what is her name, what do she do, and where she lives?"

"I don't know, Officer Wang, you won't have a track in your life. The woman I met in a nightclub today, she shared the same bed with her eyes and went her separate ways."

"Many people saw you hurt Yu Li Zhang Sen, hanging it on the steel hook in your car, dragging the two of them away all the way."

"At that time, were they dead?"

Wang Dapeng frowned, and this was a master in front of him: "No, but you did cause deliberate damage to their bodies, and the damage is obviously continuity. Now can you explain to me, will you be your next itinerary?"

Zhang Shidong said calmly: "I turned around and threw the car aside, and went out to fight with the woman."

Wang Dapeng narrowed his eyes, lit a cigarette, leaned back, looking at Zhang Shidong in the dark, he could feel that the strong light had no effect on the man in front of him, and he was also looking at him.

He reached out and turned off the lamp on the table, signaled the auxiliary interrogator next to him to turn on the lamp in the interrogation room, and handed Zhang Shidong a cigarette. The two of them looked at each other while smoking, and no one spoke. The auxiliary interrogator next to him who had never worked with Wang Dapeng slammed the table suddenly: "Put your random articles, do you think this is where you should say, and you can't do a word without a word."

Zhang Shidong smiled, and Wang Dapeng was embarrassed.

Zhang Shidong raised his middle finger at the man: "Silly, I'm cooperating with you to ask here now. If there is evidence, I've caught it directly. Now you are just suspicious, or you should detain me for forty-eight hours?"

Snake, the man slapped the table again: "If you give you a chance, don't blame us for not giving you a chance. If you want to say it in the future, I will not give you a chance to speak. The evidence you control now is enough to send you to court, which is more than thinking that you have done everything in a seamless way, and the law is vast and unlimited, and you can't escape."

Zhang Shidong handed the cigarette butt to the person behind him, and then saw the chair under him shattering, as if it was smashed by a heavy object. He stood up and turned his head to look at the two policemen behind him who were about to press his shoulders: "Don't move, give you a face, you just take care of it. If I want to leave now, you can't stop me. Wang Dapeng, if you want to continue, tell this stupid, can you arrest me without absolute evidence?"

Some people's stupidity is that they take themselves too seriously. Lang Qingshan is not stupid, but he did not expect that the news passed down layer by layer will become more qualitative. Some people begin to be confident and stupid and start to take themselves seriously.

He took out his gun and pointed at Zhang Shidong with a domineering point: "Hold your head with your hands and squatted on the ground. I don't believe that I can't cure you anymore. Today I will let you see what this place is."

Before Zhang Shidong could react, Wang Dapeng grabbed his arm first: "Peng Liang, what are you doing?"

Zhang Shidong walked forward with a smile, forcing him to keep retreating, and roared as he retreated: "Hold your head with both hands and squat down, otherwise I will shoot."

"Squat down!"

"ah!"

Bang!

Shooting!

A gun with his eyes closed.

Wang Dapeng stomped his feet hard and rushed out immediately, hoping that he would not hit Zhang Shidong's vital point.

Peng Liang was stunned. For the first time, he discovered that he had the law enforcement tools in his hand and he was not completely invincible.

Zhang Shidong took a step back and let the bullet hit his shoulders. His muscles contracted, and his true energy blocked the place where the bullet came in. He broke the bullet and was clamped into the muscles under the epidermis.

"I'll take some interest back first."

Wang Dapeng felt a flash of figure in front of him, and the sound of two big slaps in the face. Peng Liang's teeth were all spurted out. Zhang Shidong used some tricks to shatter his teeth. The picture looked extremely hideous and terrifying, but in fact his injuries were not serious.

Peng Liang knelt on the ground and retching, his teeth fell into pools of blood, and his mouth was still filled with blood, spitting out spitting, spitting out while spitting out teeth. The pain made his tear gland no longer controlled, and the crackling tears fell down in pain.
Chapter completed!