Chapter 1782： have spies

Sir Lin asked the policewoman to fetch the VCR. The policewoman was a little reluctant, but she brought it over quickly. She furrowed her eyebrows, stuffed the tape into it, and pressed the play button. ◢Щщш.sUimEnG.lā

Shasha sounded...

"This kind of villain should have three knives and six holes. Do you need my help?"

"Thank you Uncle Hua, I'll ask Uncle Hua to take action when I need it in the future. Now I want to see how many days this villain can dance!"

...

The tape broadcast was actually a recording of her phone call with Zhou Zihua a few days ago, and it was very clear.

"This is the recording of the phone call between you and Zhou Zihua two days before Ruan Huacai's death. It can be seen that the relationship between you and Zhou Zihua is definitely not what you said, Miss Zhao. Concealing your relationship with Zhou Zihua?"

Sir Lin's attitude was a lot more polite, but he was still aggressive and decided that Meimei was the one who bought the murderer.

His brows sank, no wonder Lin Sir and his apprentice admitted that she was the murderer behind the scenes.

With this tape, even if she had to doubt herself, how could it be so coincidental?

Just two days after the phone call, Ruan Huacai was killed!

She is indeed the biggest suspect!

Meimei is even more strange, where did Sir Lin get this tape, Zhou Zihua acted very carefully, and the bodyguards around him were all kung fu masters. How could such an old Jianghu be tapped?

She has Xiaoyun and Xiaoli on her side, and these two are experts in it. Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for her house to be eavesdropped, only Zhou Zihua's side is left. ..

"It's just a phone call. Zhou Zihua is just looking at my friend's face, so he wants to help and teach Ruan Huacai a lesson and let him know what it means to be polite and honest, but didn't you hear me reject it? So this game What does the recording reveal?"

Meimei's face was innocent, and there was ridicule in her eyes, as if mocking the incompetence of these two people.

The policewoman said angrily: "Maybe you regret it again, and call Zhou Zihua again to help you kill!"

"Then come up with the evidence, as long as you can show the evidence that I bought the murderer, I will definitely plead guilty, but if you just rely on such a tape, you want to convict me...

Haha, then I'm sorry, I will let the special office come forward to negotiate with your leaders! "

Meimei was rude, and her heart was down to earth. Even if she didn't understand Hong Kong law, she knew that it was absolutely impossible to convict her based on such a tape.

Now she is more worried about Zhou Zihua.

It is certain that there is a spy on Zhou Zihua's side, and he is not safe.

Zhou Zihua had to be informed about the tapes, so that he knew what happened. After all, he is now Yan Mingshun's partner Naturally, nothing can happen.

Jin Bowen came quickly, and the chief executive of the police department also called and scolded Sir Lin's chief and told them to release them quickly.

Chief Sir Lin was scolded for no apparent reason. After he understood it clearly, he also scolded Sir Lin severely, which almost caused a cross-strait dispute.

"Hurry up and let Zhao Mei go, you guys are so messed up, my black gauze hat was almost lost by you." The officer was terrified.

The Governor and the Special Office both called to inquire about this case. He couldn't afford to provoke any of them. He was really heartbroken when his subordinates caught such a powerful person without making a sound.

Lin Sir was very curious and asked about Zhao Mei's origin, "She's not really the daughter of the head of state, is she?"

"Where did the head of state get the money? But it's almost the same. Anyway, it's someone you and I can't afford to offend. Ninety-seven will be here soon. You all give Lao Tzu some peace of mind, don't cause trouble for Lao Tzu!"

The officer roared, went to say a few soft words to Meimei in person, and sent her to the car with a smile on his face, until the car was far away, he was relieved, and ran back to return to the leader.