Mu Zi was really angry!
The pink Hummer, in the Mu family's many luxury cars, may not count for much, but this car is the first car in her life after she became a prosecutor!
The first car in life ah!
The most valuable thing was the unique hand spray painting on the car!
Once she won a very tough case, the prosecution was a famous illustrator, and to show her appreciation, the designer painted a set of body illustrations for her cutie!
This designer's work was highly sought after in high society, and each painting fetched a fortune at the auction house!
So, whether it was this car or the illustrations on the car, they all meant a lot to Mu Zi! Precious to the extreme!
Mu Zi stood at the entrance of the big iron gate of the tangled branch, looking at the shadow of the distant car, out of anger!
--People really can't die too early, because you can't predict how your beloved things will be spoiled by others.
Because witnessed the car was stained, Mu Zi all the way down face, cloudy.
It wasn't until the cab arrived at Handwang Street and the driver told her that she had reached her destination that Mu Zi barely managed to gather her bad mood.
She couldn't be depressed.
She still had a lot of things to do and couldn't be affected by these petty emotions.
Handlight Street was very open, with no large shopping malls or supermarkets.
The most prominent building was the Qing Jiang City Police Department, then there was a gas station and some administrative agency buildings, with scattered retailers.
Mu Zi stood still outside the police station, looking at the familiar scenery around her, her heart fluttering.
Everything was still the same.
Once Mu Zenin complained about her preoccupation with her work, jokingly saying: the Procuratorate was her mother-in-law's house, the Police Department was her mother's house, and Mu's house was nothing more than a hotel for her to rest her feet in the middle of the day.
Mu Zi made a call at a public phone booth.
Soon, a woman answered the phone, "Hello, who is it?"
The voice was slightly hoarse, revealing a few points of impatience.
Obviously, they had just met not long ago, but because they had experienced a life and death, now suddenly hearing this voice again, Mu Zi's heart immediately clenched! The hand also could not help but clutch the phone more tightly.
"Hello! Who is it!" The woman's voice was even more impatient, even a bit fiery.
"Officer Jiang." Mu Zi silently took a deep breath and calmed her emotions, "Regarding the incident of Ms. Su Zi's accidental death, I have some clues I want to tell you."
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.
A moment later, the other party suddenly issued a series of questioning questions! --
"Was Su Zi killed by someone? Who are you? How did you know about this matter?!"
Mu Zi looked towards the beef noodle shop not far away, her voice calm and wave-free: "Let's meet and talk, I'll wait for you at the noodle shop outside the police station, come alone."
After saying that, she took a step ahead and hung up the phone, then remained in the talking position, pretending to continue talking on the phone.
Her eyes occasionally flicked to the police station's front door, her crystal clear eyes as clear as a pool of water.
Not long after, a tall woman hurried out from inside. Flaming red lips, short floppy hair, short T jeans, underneath her beautiful face was an extremely neutral outfit.
This woman was Jiang Chen.
Jiang porcelain is the captain of the criminal investigation team, she is cynical, the detection rate ranked first, at the same time, the character is also extremely ferocious, in the entire Qingjiang City Police Department, up to the police commissioner, down to the cleaning aunts, no one does not know.
Su Zi and Jiang Chen are the best partners, at the same time, they are also the best friends.
Jiang Chen rushed into the Beef Noodle House in a furious manner.
Mu Zi looked at that familiar figure, her heart breathed a sigh of relief, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.
As long as Jiang Chen could help her, many things would become easier.
...
As Mu Zi walked into the noodle shop, Jiang Chen's gaze skimmed over her, but did not linger.
--The person who provided the clue shouldn't be a sixteen year old kid.
Mu Zi didn't care, picked a seat by the window and sat down, saying to the waiter, "Two bowls of beef noodles, one bowl without spice, one bowl without scallions."
After saying that, she smiled at Jiang Chen and continued, "And a can of beer, right?"
Jiang Chen's face abruptly changed, "The caller is you?!"