The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group’s Favorite Boss

Chapter 161: footsteps

Chapter 161 Footsteps

In addition to Fan Zhizhang's good concealment, there must be some people's concealment.

For example, what hospital issued Zhang Wen's death certificate, how could she be cremated smoothly.

There is no investigation into Fan Zhizhang either.

The witness who provided them with this surveillance was also struggling during that time.

Not long after the incident on the surveillance, Zhang Wen passed away, saying she was suffering from a sudden illness, but no one has investigated the witnesses and didn't know what to do with this kind of thing, and she felt that if there was really a problem, it was impossible to just let her go. Cremation, maybe these problems have been dealt with.

So these things have happened until now, and the police have visited the surrounding area before the surveillance report came up.

So Fan Zhizhang is not the only person to be investigated.

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Night falls.

The inside of the hospital is not affected by the busyness of the outside.

Everything became slow and quiet.

In the general ward of the nursing ward, there is only the occasional beeping sound of the machine.

The little nurse on the night shift was leaning on the stool half-awake and half-dazed at the nurse's station.

The police officer guarding the door sat on a stool leaning against the wall, squinting his eyes and awake.

In the ward.

Fan Zhizhang endured the pain on his body and pulled the quilt up, still cursing the little **** in his heart.

Knowing that the detective will come over tomorrow, they may start investigating matters related to Zhang Wen.

It's been half a year, even if we can get the fact that he beat people, everyone has been cremated, and with a short period of surveillance, nothing can be determined.

Fan Zhizhang's thinking in this regard is quite clear.

The person died a week later. At that time, there was no problem with finding someone to write a report. As long as you breathe well and bite it and refuse to recognize it, you will die and say that Zhang Wen died of a sudden illness after that. If there is a doctor to testify, the police can't do anything about him. .

He tucked his head into the bed, gritted his teeth and turned his watch to other modes.

The mobile phone has been taken away by the police for investigation.

But the communication police on the watch side ignored it.

He pulled the quilt to his chin, opened a gap, and adjusted the watch mode.

Outside the quilt, the lights of the instrument flickered on and off, and the water cup on the table moved slightly, making a very soft sound, but Fan Zhizhang was completely unaware.

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When he sent a message to the doctor he had found earlier to warn him, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Pull out the card inside the watch, break it into small pieces, and hide them one by one in the gaps of the clothes.

After doing all this, Fan Zhizhang was already sweating.

His body was still covered in the quilt, and his face was a little grim.

Reset the watch to the way that it can't communicate and put it back on your hand.

"Eat me, use mine, your parents will look at my face—"

His voice was so low that only he could hear it.

"You still want to **** me now? That little **** thinks too much, the sky is endless for me..."

‘Boom—’

Before he could finish speaking, the sound of something colliding with the chair made people shudder.

Very slight sound.