Chapter 1182 Let the little milk pot actor inherit his presidential position

   Ke Wen Churan, but still did not shed a tear.

  She seemed to be stunned, always chanting the same sentence in her mouth.

   "The best he died..."

  The Presidential Palace arranged a special investigation team to gather the most experienced police and detectives from all over the country V, but one morning passed, but no clues were investigated.

  There are no traces of fighting in the study, the doors and windows are intact, no extra fingerprints can be collected anywhere, and no murder weapon falls on the scene, only Sheng Shimo is holding a gun in his hand.

  Checked the surveillance inside and outside the entire presidential palace, and no suspicious persons were found.

  In this world, how can anyone be able to kill invisible without leaving a trace of flaws and clues?

  Unless it is a ghost.

  Of course, no one would believe such a ridiculous thing.

  If nothing is investigated, then there is only one possibility-there is actually no murderer, and the person who killed the President is actually himself.

   But this possibility simply does not exist.

  Why did your Excellency the President kill yourself with a gun?

  There is no reasonable explanation at all.

  The half-processed documents are still placed on the desk, and the coffee that the servant sends into the study is set aside.

  This is not at all something that someone who wants to commit suicide would do.

  In the hall, Wen Churan sat on the sofa, motionless as if he had lost his soul.

  The rest of the government officials have been condemned, and the Secretary-General walked up to her, took out a mobile phone and handed it to her.

  "Your Excellency the President sent me a text message before he was killed."

  Wen Churan didn't respond, and he didn't even blink his eyes, as if he had completely shielded the disturbance from the outside world.

  Gu Nanpei reached out and took it. After seeing the content of the text message, his eyes suddenly widened.

"This…"

  The secretary-general nodded and said, “Your Excellency the President said in a text message that if any accident happens to him, let the little milk pot actor inherit his presidency.”

  It wasn't until hearing this last sentence that Wen Churan finally reacted. He took the phone from Gu Nanpei's hand directly and changed his face instantly after seeing the content of the text message.

   Immediately afterwards, he made a cold voice from his mouth, "Don't think about it! I will bring the small milk can back to Country E. The position of President of Country V has nothing to do with him!"

"How could it be okay?" said the Secretary-General. "Since the little milk bottle actor is the son of the President and the only descendant of the President, then he has this responsibility. After the death of the President, he inherits everything from the President and helps Your Excellency, continue to take care of the country!"

  Wen Churan got up from the sofa with excitement, "Who said that the little milk tank is the son of your president? The little milk tank has nothing to do with your president!"

  The secretary-general did not speak, but silently took out a document from the briefcase and handed it to Wen Churan, saying, "Let's take a look, this is the DNA identification of the little milk pot actor and the president?"

  DNA identification? !

  Wen Churan immediately snatched the documents in the hands of the secretary-general, and even anxiously tore the bag outside and pulled back the paper inside.

  I saw only the first few big characters: DNA paternity test report.

  Looking all the way, I saw that at the end, there is a 99.9% chance that Shengshi Mo and the small milk can are father and son.

  This also proves that Mo and Little Milk Tank are indeed fathers and sons of the same blood type.

  Wen Churan tightened the appraisal report, and asked in a cold voice, "Why do you have the appraisal report for the paternity test! When did you take the small milk can to do the paternity test without telling me?!"

  (End of this chapter)