"Didn't you say it was buried in the ruins of Zhanfeng building?"
The brow of yellow hair frowned, with very impatient.
"No, he's the one you want. What do you want me to do? His body is in the ruins of Zhanfeng building. Can you send someone to continue to look for it? "
"Why do you think we are looking for you? Naturally, we found some evidence, so we brought you here." Shen Qingqing's expression was a little chilly. She deliberately made her words ambiguous. Maybe she could cheat Huang Mao.
"Evidence? What evidence? " Huang Mao's heart was tight, but his face was still indifferent and indifferent.
"When are you going to put it on?" Leng Shaoheng's tone was a little colder.
"What do I pretend? It's really puzzling. " Huang Mao shrugged and looked puzzled.
"I advise you not to struggle. It's meaningless. We are very clear about what you do. I just want to know where my son is now and where is Jiang Fengming?" Shen Qingqing then said, his eyes fell heavily on Huang Mao's face, staring at the change of expression on his face.
"I really don't understand what your husband and wife are talking about, playing double reed? Is it still in harmony? " Huang Mao's eyes swept back and forth on Shen Qingqing's and Leng Shaoheng's faces. He was a little nervous.
Could it be that he didn't let people deal with the tail thoroughly, and let Leng Shaoheng and Shen Qingqing find any clues or clues?
No, he's sure. He's clean.
The surveillance images of the processing, as long as it is the place where his car passes, are in the surveillance video, erasing the traces.
Therefore, Leng Shaoheng and Shen Qingqing can not find clues.
"Moreover, Jiang Fengming was buried under the ruins, such a heavy rainstorm, such a serious collapse, he will surely die."
Yellow hair lightly picked to pick eyebrow, "as for your son, how am I again where."
Leng Shaoheng hit Huang Mao's face with a fist.
Huang Mao immediately spilled a trace of blood from the corner of his lips, and fierce flashed in his eyes. He subconsciously wanted to fight back, but he was pressed on the chair by Leng Shaoheng and couldn't move.
"I ask for the last time, where is Jiang Fengming."
Leng Shaoheng's cold eyes fixed on Huang Mao's face, his tone was also full of threatening chill, and the whole person burst out a dangerous breath.
"Are you sick? For the last time, I don't know! "
Huang Mao spat a mouthful of blood foam and glared at Leng Shaoheng.
"What's the explanation for Jiang Fengming's last two phone calls?" Leng Shaoheng continued to ask.
"Explain what? He asked me to save him, but the scene is full of your people. How can I save him? " Huang Mao replied coldly, his eyes narrowed.
"You're not going to save your boss because our people are here? What about the basic professional ethics? " Shen Qingqing looked at Huang Mao's rough and vicious manner and wondered.
Even though she thought it was strange, she could not tell where it was.
"What professional ethics do we have in our business?" Huang Mao asked in reply.
"Well, you know he's alive and he's still asking for help from you, so you can't help him?" Leng Shaoheng asked.
"If only he died, then the money from his bank card and the houses would be mine." Huang Mao said here, with a smart but insidious smile on his face.
Leng Shaoheng and Shen Qingqing didn't expect Huang Mao to say that. They looked at each other.
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