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Chapter 193 Oh, my head is itchy, I need to grow my brain

The City Council is extremely busy.

The hot weather can make people irritable, especially the gangster who has drank some horse urine and doesn't know his last name. He always thinks that the second child is the second child, and I am the third child. Just a look can cause a fight.

Summer and Chinese New Year are high-incidence periods.

Moreover, in addition to the fact that the law is not perfect in this era, most of them have a low awe of the law after passing through the reckless years.

"Brother Yi, good morning."

"Brother Yi, good morning."

The passing police officers greeted Wang Yi one after another, and they were closer to Wang Yi than to his own family.

Wang Yi can't directly promote them, but he can influence the thoughts of veteran cadres. As long as they are not too much, veteran cadres will not refuse small requests.

The status has changed dramatically.

I still remember the police station during the Chinese New Year. Although the police officers of the city bureau still greeted each other warmly, they were not as hospitable as they are now.

Because at that time, he was only in the name of Meng Dehai's son. He had just graduated from university and hadn't caused a storm in Beijing. Even the veteran cadres didn't pay much attention to him.

Only when you prove your ability, others will have the patience to sit down and listen to you.

Wang Yi has no objection to these people, nor does he look down on them. Clinging to the powerful and the human society are basically the same.

If he didn't have this status, he would have to bow his head and beg his grandpa to sue his grandma.

The main thing is human sophistication.

It's okay, you can't even get things done.

Come to the office.

The veteran cadre was resting on the sofa, and he didn't know what time he got it last night. He was still working so hard at such an old age.

I actually fell asleep until I woke up naturally.

Ashamed ashamed!

Zhao Feng has not been sent to the detention center yet, nor will he be sent to the detention center.

Now there are many people who want Zhao Feng to live, and there are also many people who want him to die.

Wang Yi didn't disturb the sleeping senior cadre, turned around and walked out of the office, heading for the interrogation room.

outside the interrogation room.

Two police officers stood guard and did not allow anyone to come into contact with Zhao Feng.

This is not the treatment that ordinary people have.

Wang Yi came to look out the window.

Li Xiang and An Xin were interrogating. Looking at their listless appearance, they obviously stayed up all night.

Zhao Feng who was sitting opposite was also exhausted.

I'm really not afraid of sudden death.

"Can I go in?" Wang Yi pointed to the inside, and asked with a smile to the guard standing beside him.

Fortunately, the guards also knew Wang Yi, so naturally they would not stop him.

Wang Yi pushed the door and entered.

In an instant, several people inside turned their heads to look.

When Zhao Feng saw Wang Yi, his expression became irritable.

The handcuffs and anklets were rattling, and his face was ferocious, wishing to peel his skin and cramps, and drink his blood.

"Do I fuck you, you still dare to appear in front of me!"

Zhao Feng's sluggish spirit was exuberant, and he cursed loudly, exhaling fragrantly.

Wang Yi scratched his ears, ignored him, came to Li Xiang's side, and drove him up.

This scene made both of them a little dazed. An Xin lasted for a while, walked over and turned off the camera.

Wang Yi is not a staff member, and entering the interrogation room is a violation of the rules, so naturally the interrogation cannot continue.

"What are you doing here?" An Xin poked Wang Yi, puzzled.

With Wang Yi's character, he shouldn't come to mock Zhao Feng, and there is no need to participate in the interrogation.

Because, even if Zhao Feng did not reveal the evidence of the crime, and resisted the confession, it would not affect his sentencing or execution.

An Xin also knew that the current situation depends on how Zhao Lidong chooses.

Wang Yi put the drawing board on the table.

"It's okay, just take a look."

"After all, as an opponent for so long, there are very few opportunities to face each other. Without him, there may be less fun in the future. Just treat it as meeting a friend, giving him something, and expressing your heart."

After Wang Yi explained, he took a brush and sketched on the drawing board.

An Xin and Li Xiang still didn't understand.

I don't understand Wang Yi's real purpose.

They don't think that Wang Yi is bored and must have deeper plans.

An Xin frowned, thinking for a long time.

Still unable to figure out Wang Yi's purpose, he turned his head and looked at the gradually clear picture on the drawing board.

"You can still draw?"

"Understood."

On the drawing board, Zhao Feng's figure was sketched, full of vigor and reckless arrogance, standing on the top of a lofty mountain, with his arms outstretched, looking at all the small mountains, as if he was controlling the world in his hands, appearing calm and majestic.

An Xin was even more confused.

What is this?

What's wrong?

Are you really here to mock Zhao Feng?

Are you so free?

I always feel that Wang Yi's is not so boring.

An Xin and Li Xiang looked at each other.

They both saw the bewilderment in each other's eyes.

Obviously, he didn't understand Wang Yi's thoughts.

But both of them know that Wang Yi is not profitable, and he will never do anything that is not beneficial.

The current painting seems to be just to disgust Zhao Feng, but there must be an intention they didn't think of.

Ah!

My head is itchy, I need to grow my brain!

Soon, Wang Yi finished the first painting and took it off the drawing board.

Then start the second one.

The second sentence is much simpler.

It outlines that Zhao Feng is wearing a prison uniform, kneeling on the ground, and is about to accept the punishment of being shot, which is quite miserable and miserable.

The two paintings are in sharp contrast.

Wang Yi finished the painting, looked at it, with a smug smile on his face, very satisfied with his level.

This painter!

If I was born in 1881, where would there be Picasso?

Wang Yi shook the rice paper, and showed Zhao Feng the paintings one by one.

"How about it, do these two paintings show your previous and current situation?"

"My friend is quite interesting. Before you leave, I will give you such an expensive gift. If you have children, it will be great. If you keep these two paintings, you may be able to make a fortune decades later. It's a pity pity."

Wang Yi's yin and yang were strange.

"Drafting, if you have the guts, let me go!"

"What are you? You're just a bastard. Do you really think it's a big deal?"

Zhao Feng blushed and his neck was thick.

Wang Yi ignored it, instead of putting the painting in front of Zhao Feng, he handed it to An Xin.

"You keep it and give it to him now, lest he get angry and tear it up. When the time comes, when he is shot and cremated, remember to burn it to him."

With a smile on his face, Wang Yi slowly put away his tools and waved to them, "I'll take a step first."

Follow Wang Yi to leave.

An Xin and Li Xiang looked at each other and frowned.

Smart people always think too much.

An Xin belongs to this category.

Spread out the two paintings, trying to find out what news Wang Yi is hiding.

down this time.

He knew Wang Yi's character very well.

Today's trip seems nonsensical, but it must have a purpose.

What is it?

The cpu is almost burnt out.