Twisted and irregular: miscellaneous, death is not a pity.

Shen Zhouyi pursed his lips and thought for a long time, then said helplessly: "I don't know much about this matter, nor what the interpersonal relationships behind Chen Xu are. I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't provide you with any help."

Someone I had seen before, and someone who was related to me, was brutally killed and dismembered, and I couldn't feel relaxed.

Huang Heyang also knew.

Although Shen Zhouyi was involved because of the painting in the photo, she actually had little to do with this matter. At most, she was one of the key points in the investigation of the case and the possible search for the murderer.

Since she didn't know anything.

It is also inconvenient to keep people around.

You can only send people away after some routine questioning.

It had been more than an hour since Shen Zhouyi got off the plane and came to the criminal police detachment for rigorous questioning, and it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

While Ming Yao was there, he drove his car and waited outside the criminal police brigade.
Chapter completed!