Zhou Zhuang hung up the phone and asked Ye Qing's plan softly.

Moreover, his brows were furrowed, as if he was making a difficult decision. After about a minute or so, Ye Qing said, "Go out and let Nan prepare. Let's go over together."

"My lord..." Zhou Zhuang seemed a little surprised, and when he wanted to ask something, Ye Qing frowned impatiently and waved his hand.

"I don't have time to ask so many questions, hurry up and do it!"

"Yes..." Zhou Zhuang didn't dare to say any more, he bowed his body and backed out, but after walking out of the door, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, at the police station, a man suddenly appeared. He looked very ordinary. When he walked into the lobby of the police station, no one noticed his existence at all.

No one saw him until he got to the service desk and asked him if he needed any help.

But I didn't expect that when the man raised his head, what he said was shocking.

"I surrendered myself, I killed nine people..."

As soon as he said this, the trainee policeman standing at the service desk was immediately speechless, and quickly picked up the landline and dialed the internal number.

Nine lives, this is not a trivial matter, and the other party said it was self-inflicted, so it is definitely not a joke. Who dares to use this kind of thing to joke with the police station?

Immediately someone came out, and, in the police station, the identity is not low, of course, this person will not be Inspector Zhang himself.

However, he was also the leader of the group. He glanced at the ordinary man, and it was difficult to associate him with a murderer with nine lives. However, after being a police officer for so many years, he also understood that a person cannot be seen.

Not all criminals are bad people at a glance.

The man was handcuffed, and the officer took him to the interrogation hall to ask what happened.