Chapter 1818

The interrogator, with no emotion on his face, gestured to his assistant.

"Yes."

The assistant immediately gets up, picks up the pen in front of him and goes to Mo Ye.

When Mo Ye sees the picture on the computer screen, a little fluke in his heart begins to collapse.

Gray walls, bright incandescent lamps, imprison seats.

Everything is cold and silent like death.

There is a woman sitting in an immovable seat. Her hair was messy, her face was a little blue, and her two big bags under her eyes made her look a lot older.

"Arthur..."

Mo Ye's pupils contract violently, and his black pupils are covered with bright red blood. Subconsciously, he leaned forward, as if trying to catch the woman on the computer screen.

"Don't move."

The man standing straight behind him held him down.

"You..."

Mo Ye's blood pressure suddenly rises. His gray face suddenly turns red, and the blood vessels in his forehead burst out.

"I'll tell you everything you want to know..."

A familiar sound came out of the computer, and the sound line was a bit desolate.

Mo Ye doesn't think that the person he wants to protect still hasn't escaped the pursuit of justice. What surprised him even more was that JingSe gave up his resistance so soon.

He shivered suddenly.

What must have happened to JingSe?

Mo Ye's turbid eyes are covered with a touch of dark red, and his forehead is full of blue veins. He can't reach his anger.

"What did you do to her?"

"Mo ye, the net of heaven is wide and clear. You should know that better than anyone else. "

The Interrogator's face was cold and his tone was very severe.

"She's innocent. Why did you arrest her?"

"What a real girl."

Just then, the door of the interrogation room opened from the outside, and a cold air poured in. The temperature in the interrogation room dropped by several degrees.

"Mr. Pei."

The inquisitor saw the man and got up at once.

"Yuwenpei?"

Mo Ye's pupils shrink again.

"Mo ye, long time no see."

Yuwenpei, who originally planned to be unemployed at home, could not refuse Nan Huaijin and agreed to be the director of justice.

The case of Mo Ye is the first major transnational money laundering case he took over in his last term.

"I didn't expect that such a small case would disturb Mr. Pei?"

"Mo ye, Qian Yunfan died last night."

Yu Wenpei walks to the interrogation table, droops his eyes and looks very serious.

"What did you say?"

Mo Ye is surprised again. His big eyes reveal the shock in his heart.

"Before Qian Yunfan died, he sent a secret account book to the Justice Department."

Yuwenpei's clear and moist eyes gradually became sharp. He did not elaborate on what was recorded in the book.

This word, like a sudden flood, wantonly washes away the remaining solid defense in Mo Ye's heart, and the red on his face instantly fades clean and turns pale.

"Mo ye, think about it for yourself."

Yu Wenpei finished this sentence and went out.

One after another, Mo Ye's atrium collapses and his heart light gradually disappears. In front of me, all of a sudden, it was dark. There was no sound in my ear.

……

Licheng.

Funeral home.

Qianjingchuan stands outside the cremation room, her swollen eyes coagulating her grief.

The air around him was very low.

"Jingchuan..."

He was stunned by the call coming from behind. He was stiff and didn't look back or respond.

"Mr. Jingchuan."

Once again, the voice made his eyes shrink, and a trace of disbelief appeared on his face.

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