Uncle Zhao followed An Qing's previous instructions and was placed in front of the statue of Master Guan.
He lowered his head and did not raise his head no matter what the interrogator next to him said.
He just remained silent.
An Qing did not go to Uncle Zhao.
Instead, he entered the office of the man named Xin, and then asked the interrogator through the headset: "What did you tell me?"
"From now on, he hasn't said anything.
He just said that the matter has nothing to do with him.
He said that he is the pastry maker.
He also said that if we are worried, we can check the pastries he made and ask other questions, but he stopped talking.
Look at this old man, he is a master at pretending to be stupid."
An Qing watched through the single-sided visual glass as the interrogator hid to the side while looking at Old Zhao with his eyes and curling his lips.
"You should ask him now as I said."
An Qing thought for a moment and said to the interrogating policeman.
"Okay, you tell me and I'll repeat it," the policeman responded, trying to see if he could open an opening and let him spit out something.
"Tell him that his supermarket has been sealed.
We will conduct a detailed search and test everything in his oven and even the freezer."
An Qing came straight to the point, and said what he felt was the most suspicious and least likely.
He raised it with confidence.
After listening to An Qing's words, the interrogating policeman turned around and poured a glass of water for Lao Zhaotou, and then asked: "What's the matter with you?
It's best to explain it and strive for leniency.
After all, your supermarket has been taken over by us."
It has been sealed because we cannot rule out that the deceased died of poisoning, so we will test the ingredients in your home, especially the ingredients used to make pastries stored in your oven and refrigerator."
"You can't tamper with the things in my house.
My family has been making pastries for generations.
I have always been a human being.
Especially since I still have a bunch of old noodles in my freezer that have been passed down for nearly a hundred years.
If you touch me, "Old noodles, what should I use to make cakes from now on?"
Old Zhaotou stared at the interrogating policeman, his eyes turning red.
"Tell him, things that are so old may contain toxins and must be checked."
An Qing found Old Zhaotou's expression interesting and decided to add some more ingredients.
The interrogating policeman repeated An Qing's words.
Old Zhao looked at the policeman for a long time, but suddenly calmed down and said, "If you must investigate, then do it.
But if you can't investigate anything, Come out, I will hold you accountable later."
He was so sure that the police couldn't find anything, which meant he had a certain degree of confidence.
Therefore, even if he was not involved in the case of the child's disappearance, he was still aware of it, and even he was not as harmless as he appeared.
An Qing understood everything in an instant, and she He sighed softly, turned around and started walking out.
The police couldn't find out, but An Qing was full of resentment, but she could see it.
She didn't want to wait until dawn, she wanted to try her luck.
After all, the original owner told her to find the body.
In the same way, if she has resentment, she will be discovered by that thing.
In the same way, if Anqing can see that thing without the help of other things, then she has enough possibility to find it.
An Qing took a deep breath and quickened her pace.
The man named Xin didn't even hold her back, but watched her get into the car again and speed away.
"Hey, hey, what are you going to do?
You take me with you.
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Hey, don't run so fast.
Or tell me where you are going."
The man named Xin dumped him when he saw An Qing. , he drove away alone, chasing An Qing’s back and shouting.
"What did she just do?
Why did she turn around and leave?"
The man named Xin did not catch up with An Qing and came back to ask his subordinates. tgt ttrgt: