Mu Feng's self-deprecation was interrupted by a string of footsteps.

When he looked up, a voice with surprise came, "He is Mu Feng"

Mu Feng froze in place, but several people in police uniforms stabbed Mu Feng's eyes. A slightly chubby policeman stepped forward

"You are Mu Feng, you hit and injured the old man on a bicycle" "I am the head of the Nanchang Street Police Station" "This is an arrest."

"A large crimson seal broke into the eye of the herdsman.

"Take Away"

Shepherd lost all ability to think, and was mechanically pushed.

Passing by the school gate, I saw Bai Ruxue and Wang Zixuan standing shoulder to shoulder, and Bai Ruxue still had the hatred and happiness of being caught by Mu Feng due to her father's car accident in her eyes.

His head was violently pressed and stuffed into the police car, Mu Feng's eyes swept over the students who were pointing at him, although he couldn't hear what they were saying, but from their smiles, he could feel that they were crusading.

Mu Feng instinctively wanted to avoid these, his eyes fell on the black sedan that was not far away, and saw Wang Zixuan helping Bai Ruxue into the car. Mu Feng's expression instantly boiled. Pull the policeman next to him to speak

"Quick, fast, that's the vehicle that caused the accident"

The fat director, who was sitting in the co-pilot, slapped his hand back, "Damn, that's the prince of our city" "How can he be the perpetrator"

The face was hot, but there was thunder in Mu Feng's ears.

"This grandson, even the son of the secretary of the municipal party committee dares to bite"

"I think he wants to wear the prison"

In the abuse of the two, Mu Feng slowly calmed down. If Wang Zixuan is really the kind of background he said, then if he really wants to die, he will have to die, and looking at Wang Zixuan's appearance of Bai Ruxue, it can be regarded as a well-known passerby, so I am afraid that people like him who know the truth are not allowed to exist. "But why did he kill Bai Ruxue's father" has no motive, even if he says it now, I'm afraid that no one will believe it, and an indescribable fear lingers in Mu Feng's heart.

The person was pushed into the gloomy training room of the police station, the lights were dim, and the invisible pressure made people collapse a little bit. An hour later, the will of the herd wind to the complete collapse of the body.

The fat man entered with a notebook

"Smack"

The book slammed the table, making Mu Feng frightened. Officially enter the interrogation rhythm.

"Say, how did you ride a bicycle and hit an old man to death?"

The last bit of disillusionment in Mu Feng's heart was shattered, "This is the rhythm that is going to kill me"

I had to throw out the thoughts in my heart, "Officer, I should be with my classmates" "She can testify to me, we met porcelain"

The fat man is smiling and doesn't move, and he has seen a lot of small roles like Mu Feng, "I know, the girl named Liu Jing is, right?"

Mu Feng nodded inexplicably.

The fat director was yin and yang again, "Boy, you can teach another lesson", "When the husband and wife are in chaos, they will fly separately", "Besides, you are a person who does not have a deep relationship"

Mu Feng's heart sank, and he instinctively wanted to refute, but he agreed with the fat director's remarks.

The fat chief Yin Yin said, "Your choice, I happily admit it" "Second, try our methods, and then admit it"

Mu Feng didn't seem to be looking for a little vitality in his heart.

muttered to himself, "I know Wang Zixuan wants to kill me"

"Because I saw him drive his car and run over his father, who was as white as snow

The fat director's face turned pale in an instant, "What nonsense are you talking about?" ”

Mu Feng has no focus

"Otherwise, why do you think Wang Zixuan is bothering with me, a grassroots?"

A trace of panic flashed in the fat director's eyes, and he took out the phone and shouted "Fuck me off the surveillance recording"

Seeing the fat director's unprepared actions, Mu Feng seemed to have captured some key points.

Mu Feng's heart moved, and his hand reached into his lower body pocket. Maybe I'm too humble. His mobile phone was not searched.

"Boy, who else knows about this"

Mu Feng gently pressed the record button

"What's the matter?"

The fat director almost shouted, "That's what you just mentioned, Wang Zixuan is the perpetrator of the 4.18 case"

Mu Feng's heart was pounding, "4.18 case? ”

The fat director's chubby hand pinched directly on Mu Feng's neck, "On the traffic case at the north gate of your school"

Mu Feng forcibly suppressed the pain of suffocation "only to you"

Bang...... Mu Feng was knocked down by a kick.

Watching the fat chief go out in a hurry, Mu Feng struggled to get up. With the flip of a finger, a text message was sent. Then he gritted his teeth and threw the mobile phone in his hand on the ground and ran over it.

At this time, a policeman pushed the door and entered, and saw Mu Feng's movements instinctively opening

"What are you doing?"

Mu Feng knew that it was a matter of life and death, and Rong had to pay attention to "nothing, I just sent a text message"

When the police saw the wreckage in one place, their faces changed, "What text message did you send?"

Mu Feng let go of the bold son, so that he didn't seem to have any worries about "help"

The policeman picked up the pieces of his phone on the ground and ran straight to the door.

This thing seems to be out of control. Time passed very slowly, and ten minutes were as difficult as more than ten hours.

When the fat man reappeared, he was sweating profusely, "Boy, what do you want?" ”

Mu Feng tried to analyze, "Officer, your Wang Zixuan asked you to come forward, just to let you solve his worries" "But in fact, it doesn't seem to satisfy the above"

The fat man's eyes locked on Mu Feng, gloomy as if he was dispersing gains and losses

"And," Mu Feng emphasized

"You seem to have spread the ditch he made."

Mu Feng then deduced, "I may just be a small character, so he can only be destroyed", "But are you a bigger ant", "Will it be you after killing me?"

"Besides," Mu Feng was open-minded, "If my guess is right, you will definitely keep a hand in the drama just now"

The fat director was a little impressed, "What do you have a good opinion?"

Mu Feng finally threw out the main idea, "Let me go, so that I can occupy all the attention of Wang Zixuan"

The fat policeman said coldly, "Kill you, I want to believe it is more effective"

Mu Feng chuckled, "I just sent a text message" "Do you believe it or not, I won't be able to get out of here by this time tomorrow" "The police officer was domineering and shouted that Wang Zixuan was the recording of the perpetrator, and everyone will know it"

The fat man's face twitched, "You threaten me? ”

Mu Feng had an open expression, "I'm willing to cut my body now", "What if I threaten you?"

The fat man's eyes swelled with fierce light, "Believe it or not, I will correct the person who receives the text message as soon as I call"

Mu Feng is unprecedentedly strong, "Then please trouble you as soon as possible", "I don't know which green onion Wang Zixuan is", "His own reward of 100,000 yuan will make many people take risks"

The fat man is good at supporting the momentum, "What do you want?"

Mu Feng didn't want to say anything, "Keep me out of Niucheng", "I will never set foot on this land half a step in my life"

The fat man was entangled, and Mu Feng forced step by step, "What if you kill me, I promise that I can wait for you on Huangquan Road within half a month"

The fat man exhaled a breath in his body, like a mess of meat piled on a chair, unwilling to "You want to go, you can" "But the price has to be paid"

Mu Feng's words of survival were filtered.

Seeing the fat man retreating from the iron gate, Mu Feng's face was cloudy, and his words could not stand scrutiny. If the fat man can lock the recipient of the text message, he will definitely do it. So hopefully that's the time difference.

Mu Feng looked at the handcuffs, and appeared as confident as when he broke a tree, and his arms broke into two sections.

A hint of surprise flashed in Mu Feng's eyes, and he dodged close to the iron door without a teacher, feeling that there was no sound before slowly moving the lock

"It's supposed to be lunchtime," Mu Feng hid the handcuffs under his clothes, suppressing his trembling expression.

Walk into an unoccupied office, put on a police uniform, lower your hat and walk out the door.

After more than a dozen steps in the small gang, Mu Feng stood outside the gate, beckoned to stop the taxi and left.