Chapter 2089 Who is your Uncle Ma?
Chapter 2089 Who is your Uncle Ma?
After dinner, no one questioned Zhang Ran anymore.
Xiao Xie personally escorted her to the prison cell. Considering her mental health issues, he still arranged for her to be in a single cell and did not lock her up with the others.
The cell was still guarded by Officer Ma, who had almost lost his job after being punished for sleeping in the cell and was only reinstated after being suspended for three months.
Officer Ma thus remembered Zhang Ran vividly, and never dared to slack off or sleep during work hours again. When he saw her being brought in by Xiao Xie, he jumped up from his seat, his eyes fixed on Zhang Ran's familiar face.
"Hi, Uncle Ma." Zhang Ran seemed oblivious to Officer Ma's tension and hostility, greeting him with a smile. If it weren't for the handcuffs on her hands, an uninformed person would have thought she was greeting an elder.
"Who is your Uncle Ma?" Officer Ma saw that her face had turned green. Remembering how she had almost caused him to lose his job last time, he became highly nervous when she came in again this time.
Zhang Ran didn't care about his rude attitude at all, and walked past him with a smile on her face, continuing to walk forward as if she knew the way well.
As Xiao Xie passed by, he whispered to Officer Ma, "Keep an eye on her and don't let her have any contact with anyone."
Officer Ma frowned. "What if a lawyer comes to see her?" It's perfectly reasonable, legal, and compliant for a lawyer to see their client; they can't stop them.
"You must be present the entire time when the lawyer meets with her, and record it to report to your superiors," Xiao Xie whispered instruction.
"I understand." Officer Ma nodded seriously. He didn't sit down again, but walked out from behind his desk and followed Xiao Xie to escort Zhang Ran into the cell.
After Zhang Ran went inside, she turned around and raised her hands to indicate, "Can you remove the handcuffs now? The two handcuffs together are really affecting my sleep at night. What if I suddenly have a seizure while I'm resting..."
Before she could finish her threat, Xiao Xie stepped forward, took out a key, and unlocked her handcuffs, sternly warning, "You stay put. Escaping is an even more serious crime."
Zhang Ran showed no mercy or disdain: "You've arrested me so many times, when have I ever escaped from prison?"
Xiao Xie choked: "...This time is different from before. Many witnesses have come forward to accuse you of murder. You can't escape this time."
"A lot?" Zhang Ran laughed. "How much?" She thought about it and figured that besides her mother accusing her of causing her grandfather's death, there was probably also Director Wang.
Director Zeng mistakenly thought Dongfang Yue was a newcomer and wanted to sexually harass her, so Dongfang Yunshu pushed her off the building in front of Dongfang Yue and Director Wang. Afterwards, Dongfang Yunshu cleaned up the mess.
After his friend was murdered, Director Wang didn't dare reveal a word and moved away from Beijing with his whole family.
Gu Jinhe, in order to kill her, should have already sent someone to find Director Wang. He should be at the police station giving a statement as a witness, accusing her of killing Director Zeng.
There were only two people accusing her of murder, where did all these accusations come from? Zhang Ran thought of Shi Lao Er, whom she had sealed alive in a coffin when she went to teach in the countryside. Could it be that Gu Jinhe's people found his body?
Xiao Xie gave her a deep look. "You'll find out soon enough." He stepped back, locked the cell door, handed the key to Officer Ma, and strode away.
Officer Ma took the key and hung it back on his waist. He looked up into the cell and saw Zhang Ran lying on the bed, as comfortable as if she were at home.
This time when she was arrested, Zhang Ran was searched by a policewoman, and all the items in her pockets were taken away.
She had anticipated this, so when she went to the hotel to get engaged, she handed her phone to Dongchan for safekeeping.
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