Until he walked out of the interrogation room, Luo Feng's spirit was still in a trance.

Fan Wuqing probably saw something wrong with him and couldn't help asking more, "What did you two say in the interrogation room just now? I think you and Han Richi look neither right."

Luo Feng looked up at him, then smiled reluctantly and said, "It's okay... Do you remember the previous serial murder of taxi? I ​​actually came for this matter today. The guy's employees seemed to be still harassing the family. I really couldn't stand it, so I came to find Han Richi, hoping that he could control the people there."

In fact, Luo Feng had deceived Han Richi in the interrogation room before. The interrogation room that Fan Wuqing brought to them did not have radio equipment, so even if Fan Wuqing stood on the single-sided glass, he could not hear what the two people were saying.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that the truth that the police are pursuing would be so easily grasped by outsider Luo Feng.

"Yeah?"

After hearing Luo's lies that remained unchanged on the cover, Fan Wuqing looked at him thoughtfully and asked again, "What's the result? Did Han and Ji Chi agree?"

"He is still a little conscience. Maybe he has changed after being locked up."

"That's how..." Fan Wuqing nodded calmly.

Luo Feng couldn't help but look at him and asked, "Don't you find it strange?"

"What's strange?"

"A guy like Han Richie actually had a day when his conscience was discovered."

"What's so strange about this?"

Fan Wuqing shook his head and said, "Do you remember what we said last time? Never wear tinted glasses to look at someone you don't know. Although this practice is labor-saving, it may also lead to wrong judgments. I have worked for a long time and have seen more people. Even if they are extremely vicious criminals, they may have an unknown side."

Fan Wuqing's words made Luo Feng a little stunned.

He finally walked out of the police station in Jiahe City while thinking.

After he left the police station, he looked at the passers-by in groups of three or three on the street under the night, and then took out his cell phone and saw that it was already late at night.

He sighed inexplicably, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and stuffed his phone back into his pocket, and walked to the side of the road to call a taxi home.

But just as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket, he happened to call in.

Luo Feng took the phone in front of him again, and his face suddenly changed slightly.

It was Yan Xiu's phone number.

He pursed his lips, vaguely realizing something, and quickly pressed the call button and put his phone in his ear.

"Well, why are you looking for me at this time?"

"I want to ask you," Yan Xiu heard from the other end of the phone with a cold voice, "What do you want to do? Didn't I tell you to tell you not to worry about Han and Ji Chi?"

Luo Feng put his hand in his pocket, turned around and glanced at the deserted streets around which seemed empty, and said calmly, "So your person is so bold that he is squatting at the door of the police station to monitor? Or are you sending someone to follow me?"

"So, you don't deny that you went to the police station at night for the sake of Han and Japan? What did you say when you heard him?"

"Since you already know this, I'll just ask you a question."

“What’s the problem?”

"The real Chef Liu died more than ten years ago, but now the liquid drug that has been circulated in Jiahe seems to be the work of that guy. So I can ask you...who is that guy who is now the impostor?"

As soon as Luo Feng asked, the other end of the phone fell into silence.

After a few seconds, Yan Xiu's voice rang again, with a little bit of surprise, "How do you know that the real Chef Liu is dead?"

How should I answer this? Because Chef Liu was killed by my brother or my second uncle back then?

Standing on the street late at night, Luo Feng raised his hand and scratched his forehead, and said to his phone in a low voice, "Now is my time to ask questions. Can you answer my question first?"

"Why should I answer your question?"

"Just based on the favor you owe me before!"

Yan Xiu fell silent again.

She asked Luo Feng in annoyed and puzzled manner, "Why do you want to interfere in this matter? Because of Chef Liu? If it is because of this, I can tell you directly that the real Chef Liu is indeed dead, and now Chef Liu has nothing to do with that guy. The reason why he took this nickname is that he has his own purpose."

Luo Feng narrowed his eyes and asked thoughtfully, "The Chef Liu you mentioned... could he be an old blind man without eyes, right?"

“…”

"No matter what you ask, I will not answer you about this. This is not only for me, but also for your own good."

Perhaps because he noticed that Luo Feng's words were getting worse and worse, Yan Xiu lowered his voice and said to him softly.

"Is this the revenge you want?"

Luo Feng treated her very rudely and directly asked with his cell phone.

"You obviously have many formal means to impose sanctions on South Korea and Japan, but you chose this path. Aren't you very powerful in the game? If the ability in the game can affect reality, if you were ready to do everything in order to retaliate against that guy, then why didn't you just use the game to kill him? What about your courage? How about the courage to rush up with a knife for revenge?"

"Do you think I don't want to kill him with my own hands?!"

Finally, Yan Xiu on the other end of the phone did not suppress his temper. A nearly hysterical scream passed into Luo Feng's ears through his phone, making his expression extremely complicated.

"If I could kill him with my ability in the game, I would have done it long ago!"

"Is it ridiculous? At this time, the damn game will remind us that games are games, and reality is reality!"

"I can kill evil ghosts, but I can't kill people! Why? Because in this world, people have human rights, but ghosts have no right to ghosts. After a person dies, no matter how the living people slander him or how they praise him, it will be useless."

"That's how my adoptive parents!"

"Why can that guy live well? Why is someone like him not attacked by those rumors?"

"The most vicious thing in this world is the heart of the human heart! The most hurtful weapon is language!"

"I just want him to try out what my adoptive parents felt at the beginning... Isn't he a journalist who is a journalist? Then I'll let him see how terrible the power of public opinion is!"

"Luo Feng, I warn you for the last time, don't participate in this matter! Don't regard other people's tolerance towards you as your unscrupulous capital!"

After saying that, a busy voice of hang up quickly came from the phone.
Chapter completed!