"Old Zhang."
"Huh?"
"Give me the gun."
"I don't have a gun."
Zhou Ze looked at Old Zhang in surprise, "You, a criminal police officer, don't have a gun?"
"I'm cooperating with the investigation in a foreign land. The case is over. Boss, what's the matter?"
"Oh. Then help me do one thing now."
"What is it?"
"Go out and strangle that little boy who was shouting in the corridor."
"..." Zhang Yanfeng.
"If he doesn't die, I'll be played to death by him." Zhou Ze gritted his teeth and said in puzzlement, "No, shouldn't this forensic laboratory be in the police station? How did that little brat come in?"
"Crack!"
The door of the forensics lab was pushed open. The figure of the little boy was revealed. He was dressed in sportswear today. He even carried a backpack behind him. When he came in, he was all smiling.
