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[Room 1001, Unit 2, Building 7, Ronglan Huacheng, three people came.]

Jiang Nanxi quickly replied: [Received!]

In the brightly lit office, Jiang Nanxi closed the file in his hand, patted the head of the man next to him who was eating instant noodles, and said, "Call Brother You and send the police."

Zhong Jiamu let out an ouch, put down the instant noodles in his hand, and complained, "Everyone will be beaten stupid by you." As he said that, he quickly ran to call Wu You with him.

Jiang Nanxi was driving, with Zhong Jiamu and Wu You sitting in the back seat.

Zhong Jiamu asked: "Who called the police?"

"The message sent by Team Zhou should be that the situation is urgent, but he didn't say anything specific."

Zhong Jiamu clicked his tongue twice, "Team Zhou is so miserable. He went out on field duty for a week and finally went back to take a shower. This is something special."

"This is what we do in this industry. We don't have time for ourselves." Wu You said calmly. He looked at the street scene passing by outside the window and sighed softly.

Jiang Nanxi said: "So only love can overcome all difficulties."

Zhong Jiamu was amazed again and again, "Sister Jiang, you are memorizing copywriting online again."

Jiang Nanxi rolled his eyes: "...dead wood."

On the other side, Zhou Tingyun has arrived at 1001, which Lin Zhiyu said. He entered the password, and the door turned out to be...

Before anyone could enter, there was a faint smell of blood.

Zhou Tingyun rushed in quickly. He saw a trail of blood dragged out from the living room, from the kitchen to the bedroom.

The bedroom door was open, and you could vaguely hear the man cursing in a low voice.

Zhou Tingyun didn't stop and ran in quickly.

At this time, a man was holding a bloody kitchen knife as if to chop the woman who was lying in a pool of blood in the bathroom.

"Police, don't move!"

Hearing the voice behind him, Li Zhilong stiffened suddenly. He turned his head, and when he saw Zhou Tingyun in a light blue shirt, he smiled disdainfully, "Police? I'm still the chief - ah!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Tingyun stepped forward and grabbed Li Zhilong's wrist. With a backhand pressure, the kitchen knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Li Zhilong still wanted to resist, but Zhou Tingyun took out the handcuffs and handcuffed him directly to the steel frame where the clothes were placed.

Zhou Tingyun checked the woman's injuries on the ground. She saw severe abdominal bleeding, more air coming out and less air coming in, and her condition was very poor.

He was about to call 120, but Lin Zhiyu sent a message.

[How is the situation?Just in case, I've called 120 and it's on the way. It should arrive in five minutes.]

Lin Zhiyu did not go to the scene. She was not a professional. The information had been passed on and the rest could be left to the police.

However, Zhou Tingyun never responded to the message.

Lin Zhiyu looked at the chat interface, slightly stunned.

"If everything's okay, then I'll leave first?"

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