Zhang Chen was eating noodle soup in the interrogation room with a bandage on his head, holding chopsticks in his left hand, and a policewoman in a white coat was wrapping a bandage on his right hand. Fortunately, Zhang Chen is left-handed, and the injury to his right hand only affects his writing, and all other work is done with his left hand。。。。。。 Of course, it refers to holding chopsticks.

Zhang Chen's noodle eating hands kept trembling, not because it hurt, but because the nervous, excited, and panicked emotions finally passed, and the sequelae of adrenaline secreted in a large amount in a short period of time gradually appeared.

Until now, Zhang Chen was still afraid, how could he be so impulsive to replace Tang Miaomiao at that time? Why was he so bold at that time? first fooled No. 2 and then ambushed No. 1. As long as there is a slight mistake during this period, your life will be gone. And his success is of course due to the insatiable psychology of the two, but the luck component cannot be ignored!

Could it be that he has a tendency to self-destruct in his subconscious? Zhang Chen thought about it for a while, no, no matter in his previous life or present life, Zhang Chen has never experienced anything that he must not think of, and he also feels that he must cherish it when he lives this life, and he has never thought about self-destruction.

After snoring and snoring a bowl of hot noodle soup, Zhang Chen felt a little relieved, and only then did he begin to feel the pain in his right hand, which was cut when the rope was cut. When his head was hit by No. 2 with the butt of a gun, his head broke the skin and swollen a big bag, and it hurt to jump and jump.

Call. Zhang Chen ate a bowl of noodles, let out a sigh of relief, and finally returned to the world.

The policeman sitting opposite Zhang Chen propped up the table with his elbows, a cigarette between his fingers, and looked at Zhang Chen with interest.

A fifteen-year-old boy first sacrificed himself to save others and took the initiative to be a hostage of the robbers for his homeroom teacher, and the robbers were obviously ruthless outlaws and habitual criminals. In this case, it is not easy for him to escape alone. But he didn't expect him to be able to clean up the two gangsters and take them to the northern suburbs branch to report the case. One of the two robbers said it was carbon monoxide poisoning and was unconscious. The other was shot four times, his limbs were broken, he lost so much blood and he went into a coma. As for the money that was robbed of the cash truck, it was even more than 19,000 more.

After receiving the report, the sub-bureau quickly sent the two suspects to a nearby hospital for rescue, and the rescue results have not yet come out.

The policeman opposite was Zhang Siming, deputy director of the Northern Suburbs Bureau, who was in his 40s. For more than 20 years in the public security system, he has been responsible for organization, logistics and other administrative work. There is a director of the bureau, three deputy directors, and the other three are all born as criminal investigators and go to the scene to command, and he is the only one left in the bureau.

After the incident, all police officers in Ben Cheng canceled their leave, and those who had already left work were called back to the station to perform their duties or stand by. Zhang Siming was about to get off work at half past five when he received an order for emergency mobilization. Several other bureau chiefs and deputy directors went to the scene to take charge of the command and assigned him to look after the house.

When Zhang Siming was on duty, he was playing solitaire on his computer. The Northern Suburbs Sub-Bureau just procured a batch of computers last week and allocated one to each of the three deputy directors.

Zhang Siming had just died in a game, and was about to start a new game when the phone rang, saying that the hostages had come to surrender with two suspects! Zhang Siming had been a policeman for so many years, and although he did not do front-line work, he had never eaten pork and had always seen pigs run. But this incident completely exceeded his expectations, which is more unusual than being able to eat pork after three years of natural disasters.

Zhang Siming's political sense is very high, and as soon as this case happened, Deng Xianlin's various reactions made him feel that something was wrong. In particular, Deng Xianlin repeatedly stressed the need to ensure the safety of the hostages, indicating that the identity of the hostages was not simple.

There are unspoken rules in any industry, and slogans must be shouted to ensure the safety of hostages, but through the actual planning and layout, you can understand the intention of the leadership.

Deng Xianlin personally commanded the first thing, stressed the need to ensure the safety of the hostages, and dispatched nearly sixty percent of the city's police force to carry out a case. If one factor is an accident and two factors are a coincidence, the three factors will come together and point to one reason: the hostage or the person behind the hostage is an existence that even Deng Xianlin dare not despise.

Zhang Siming looked at Zhang Chen, saw that he was relieved, and coughed twice: "Ahem, Zhang Chen, right, you have finished eating, let's talk?" Don't be nervous, knowing that you are not a prisoner, you are a victim, just talk casually." ”

Zhang Chen leaned on the back of the chair and stretched, and when he saw Zhang Siming smoking, he suddenly wanted to have one.

"What is your surname, will you give me a cigarette?" asked Zhang Chen.

Zhang Siming was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and pushed the cigarette case and lighter on the table to Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen looked at Hongtashan, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it in his mouth, picked up the lighter and lit it.

Zhang Siming noticed that when Zhang Chen lit a cigarette, the lighter and the cigarette were trembling violently. I can't help laughing, no matter how mature this young man looks and escapes from death, he will still be afraid after all.

Zhang Chen took a long puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled it. A thin cloud of smoke floated over the small interrogation room.

"You and I were a family five hundred years ago, also surnamed Zhang, and we were the deputy director of the Northern Suburbs Branch. You're not an adult, smoke less. Zhang Siming reminded, and then said warmly, "Seeing that you haven't regained your composure yet, I'll give you one, and I won't give it if I want it again." ”

Zhang Siming played with the cigarette case in his hand and asked curiously, "Zhang Chen, how did these two robbers fight?"

If there are any clues, all the case-handling personnel will be notified through the special case team to assist in the investigation, so Zhang Siming also has a certain understanding of the situation at the scene. When he saw these two robbers, he estimated that the two of them were fighting, and in the end, Zhang Chen made a profit and brought both of them back to the bureau.

Zhang Chenchang took a puff of cigarette and shook his head, "I fired these four shots, and they didn't fight." I caught both of them and drove them to the precinct. ”

Zhang Siming's first reaction was not surprise, but amusement, as soon as Zhang Chen said this, he thought that Zhang Chen was lying, how could it be that a little kid injured two outlaws? This is completely unreasonable.

Zhang Siming did not question Zhang Chen, but asked Zhang Chen a detail: "You are only 15 years old, and you can drive?"

Zhang Chen nodded, "Well, I work in a computer company on holidays, and sometimes I use a delivery car to practice my hands, but I don't have a driver's license." Don't arrest me for this. He smiled faintly.

Zhang Chen's calm attitude made Zhang Siming a little uncertain, and just as he was about to ask again, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open with a "bang", Zhang Siming looked back, and a shadow rushed towards Zhang Chen, whimpering and holding Zhang Chen tightly in his arms.

Tang Miaomiao is here.