"Zhang is not Zhang..."

"Zhang is not Zhang!!"

Zhou Yan stood up and paced back and forth in the cell, repeating this sentence constantly.

In the world before he was reborn, there was a very famous comic called "Detective Conan". Every time the protagonist of the comic discovers any important clue, there is always a cold light that penetrates his head from the angle 45 degrees above the protagonist's head.

Zhou Yan has always felt that this kind of picture is really too exaggerated.

But just now, he could actually feel the feeling of a sudden appearance of inspiration and enlightenment, as if there was really a cold ray passing through his head.

In an instant, he seemed to have stringed up many things.

First of all, why did I get a slap in the middle of the night!

If you really charge usury, then when you see the debtor just now, you should confirm whether he can repay the money? Even if you want to arrest him and clean up, you can't come up and ignore him. Let's make a stick first. If someone has money to pay it back, wouldn't your stick be a bad thing?

Therefore, there is a great possibility that the reason why these people knocked themselves out was not to collect debts, but to have other purposes.

Also, it is why I have to lock myself and Zhang together.

Although it is reasonable to be locked together, it is perfect for places like warehouses to clean up a few people who have not paid back their debts.

But it was pitch black, with no exit, only a door, and this kind of environment was simply prepared to create a "secret room".

By the way, there is also the assumption that the previous one called [Qingjiuwa] said... [Door lock is fake].

At the beginning, I denied this idea because if Zhang did not lock the door, the warehouse would not have formed a secret room.

But what if Zhang is not Zhang.

That’s right, as long as Zhang is not Zhang, all these problems will be solved, and the secret room is no longer a secret room!

The more Zhou Yan thought about it, the clearer his thoughts became. He even felt that as long as he held this book, it was like a bunch of famous detectives lying on his ears and helping him solve the case.

As for why these words appear in the book... don't worry about it for now, your life is the most important. As long as you solve the puzzle of the warehouse, you will have hope.

So Zhou Yan quickly sat back on the bed and continued to read the book.

There are still many questions that have not been solved, why is the weapon an iron drill, and why is the dust in front of the door thicker?

There is also the most critical evidence!

You must find evidence to clear your suspicion!

It sounds like a fantasy to solve so many questions in such a short time, but the book in hand gave Zhou Yan endless confidence.

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During the period when Zhou Yan racked his brains to survive, Lawyer Zou was not idle either.

Adhering to the work philosophy of doing his best and fulfilling his duties for the rights and interests of the client, Lawyer Zou has used all the channels he has been in the industry for more than 20 years.

Finally, the next day, a summons from the police station were sent to Chen Hao's desk.

Chen Hao, male, 31 years old. Occupation: Detective [Marpur Level]. Under the Lin Detective Group.

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"..." Lin Xi frowned slightly: "But this letter..."

"Don't worry, it may be just some small details that need to be handled after the incident." Chen Hao was still confident: "My reasoning will not go wrong, and I remember that the verdict will be executed in two days. The person named Zhou is an orphan and has no friends. Can he still turn his confession on his own in prison?"

Lin Xi heard Chen Hao's words and pressed a cold tone: "The detective's weapon is evidence and facts. We must be responsible for every reason we make! Instead of counting on whether a person can turn his confession in prison!"

"Okay!" Chen Hao's tone was a little tougher: "No matter what, I am your boss, you should pay more or less attention to your tone... I have said everything, my reasoning will not go wrong."

Lin Xi looked at Chen Hao, and his beautiful eyes looked longer than usual...

"I'll prepare the information needed for the case and go to the police station tomorrow morning." After she said that, she walked out of the office.

Chen Hao looked at Lin Xi's back and stuttered his mouth.
Chapter completed!