Room 3601.
Meng Lang had just finished his morning exercise.
Wiping his sweat, he walked in.
"Teacher Zeng, you're up so early today!”
"Yeah, I haven't been working the night shift recently, and my work and rest have become regular! This television station host was really awesome!”
As the host of a television show.
Zeng Xiaoxian's treatment was obviously much better than when he was recording " Your Moon, My Heart."
At the very least, he didn't have to go to work every morning and live like a night owl.
Not only did he have a regular schedule, but he also had a day off every week.
"Sigh, the only pity is that this show is about to end.
I have to go back later."
Zeng Xiaoxian sat at the table and sighed as he drank the soy milk he bought.
"Didn't you say that you would be recording for a month?”
Meng Lang asked curiously with a fried dough stick in his mouth.
"What other reason could it be? This fellow's program was too boring. The viewership ratings never went up, so it was removed!
But Zeng Xiaoxian, Your Moon, My Heart is more suitable for you.
At the very least…this way, we can listen to your program to help us sleep when we have insomnia!”
"Hu Yifei!"
Zeng Xiaoxian gritted his teeth in anger as he looked at Hu Yifei, who was making sarcastic remarks in the kitchen.
"What's wrong? What's the matter? Why are you calling my name so loudly?”
Hu Yifei swayed her kitchen knife as she walked out.
Zeng Xiaoxian, who was still furious, instantly calmed down as if cold water had been poured on him.
"Say something. Why are you calling my name?”
"I, I…Someone's coming! I'll open the door!"
Zeng Xiaoxian heaved a sigh of relief when he heard someone knocking on his door.
She stood up and walked towards the door.
"Who did you say came so early in the morning?”
Hu Yifei sat down next to Meng Lang, picked up the soy milk on the table, and started drinking.
"Yifei, the one you drank is mine…"
Meng Lang looked at the soy milk that had been taken a big gulp and said helplessly.
"Yours?"
Hu Yifei looked at the soy milk and then at Meng Lang. She rolled her eyes.
"So what?"
Meng Lang was about to explain to Hu Yifei what indirect kissing was and what the distance between friends was.
The sudden change outside the door shocked him.
"Surrender now, you've been surrounded!”
"Officer! I'm a good citizen!"
A group of armed policemen in black uniforms and holding explosion-proof shields pressed Zeng Xiaoxian to the ground.
At the same time, he looked around the room warily.
Zeng Xiaoxian, who was pressed under him, kept howling.
Their cries were even more miserable than a pig being slaughtered.
"Zeng Xiaoxian? Aren't you dead?"
The leader of the police officers was a little surprised.
However, after comparing Zeng Xiaoxian's face again and again, he found that he was indeed the right person.
Zeng Xiaoxian was displeased.
She couldn't care less about her fear.
"Officer, you can't curse people so early in the morning! I didn't do anything wrong or cause trouble.
He was always willing to help others, so how did he die?”
Wang Cheng also realized that he had said something wrong and explained,"
"That's not what I meant.
I mean…"
As he spoke, he explained everything.
"We came here this time for that dangerous fan who fled. Since you're fine.
Then let's talk about what happened yesterday.
Remember not to hide anything. Our law enforcement cameras are all on. Everything you say can become evidence!”
Wang Cheng's expression turned serious.
He was relieved to find out that Zeng Xiaoxian was fine.
However, he still had to continue investigating the cold and heartless old man behind the scenes.
Impetuous, who had been watching the show, had a strange expression on his face.
Zeng Xiaoxian stammered, not knowing what to say.
He took the initiative to say,
"Officer Wang, you don't have to investigate anymore. The person who answered the phone yesterday was me! It's all a show we put on."
"You know me?"
Wang Cheng sized up Meng Lang and was confused at first, but then he realized something.
"I saw you in the tax evasion case last time. You're the lawyer who helped with the divorce case.”
Although she remembered who Meng Lang was.
However, Wang Cheng's expression quickly turned ugly."
"Young man! You have to think carefully about what you're saying.
It was still not too late to take it back.
We have a recording on the phone! We all know who the speaker is.
As a lawyer, I think you should know the consequences of harboring a crime!”
Although he was a little dissatisfied, Wang Cheng had a good impression of this young man.
He was willing to give the other party a chance.
"Sigh, it's really me, Officer Wang. I'm not lying.”
Impetuous smiled bitterly.
In this day and age, no one believed the truth.
However, he also knew that his imitation skills were too terrifying. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not have believed it.
He took a deep breath and did not wait for Wang Cheng to say anything.
He used the voice simulation again.
"Young man, you have to think carefully about your words. It's not too late to take them back!”
"Captain, Captain Wang, his voice is the same as yours!”
A police officer who was accompanying them saw this unbelievable scene and stuttered in fear.
Wang Cheng was also shocked.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that it was Meng Lang who had recorded his voice just now!
"Captain, Captain Wang, his voice is the same as yours!”
This time, he was imitating the accompanying police.
"You see, Officer Wang, I didn't lie to you, right?”
Impetuous was afraid that Wang Cheng would think that the recorded voice had said something that he had never said before.
Wang Cheng felt his hair stand on end as he looked at the smiling Impetuous.
Swallowing his saliva, he was already 70 - 80% convinced in his heart. However, as a police officer, his strictness made him speak again.
" Then, the sound of the chainsaw cutting the bone…"
"Buzz buzz…Bang bang…Beep beep…"
From the sound of chainsaws to gunshots to the sound of car horns.
The few imitations simply broadened Wang Cheng's horizons.
At this moment, there was no longer any doubt about Meng Lang's words.
"So, there are no evil forces.
There was no such thing as a black boss or a white glove for money laundering?
Did you imitate it yourself?"
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