In the cold interrogation room, the dimly lit space made it difficult to see what was really going on inside.

Qin Heng sat on the iron stool, his eyes were closed and he looked very calm, and his heartbeat didn't even fluctuate at all.

Outside the glass of the interrogation room, more than a dozen men and women were looking at Qin Heng.

"It's really a monster."

A hot-bodied policewoman couldn't help but feel helpless when she looked at Qin Heng's calm appearance.

"Isn't it, it's all down to minus one degree, this guy doesn't feel cold at all, he's wearing summer clothes." A male catcher nodded quickly.

"The psychological quality is also top-notch, and there is not only the low temperature in this kind of space, but also some simple music." Another male catcher also echoed and said.

"Whatever it is."

"Gotta get his mouth out."

Standing in the crowd, the oldest police chief looked at the situation inside, and his face was very ugly.

He is also under a lot of pressure, according to his position, the official position in the capital is much greater than that in other cities.

Therefore, even Zhang Wenjun, the director of the bureau, must be very respectful when he sees the director of the sub-bureau in front of him.

"How is it now?" The head of the sub-bureau looked at a secretary next to him and asked.

"There were indeed casualties on the plane, and the deceased was an ordinary businessman who came to the capital to discuss business, but under the observation of the intelligence organization, it can be found that this is a specially trained master, and his strength is about the same as that of a two-star special forces."

The female secretary flipped through the notebook in her hand quickly, and then continued: "He has a firearm on him, and it seems that he wants to deal with this kid. ”

"Special forces?" The head of the sub-bureau raised his eyebrows.

They still have some understanding of special forces, but they didn't expect that someone would find special forces to deal with the boy in front of them.

"What about eyewitnesses?" The director of the sub-bureau continued to ask.

"There are no eyewitnesses." The female secretary glanced at the notebook, but a very strange phenomenon was recorded on it.

"No eyewitnesses? How is this possible. What about the people who reported the crime before? The head of the sub-bureau looked a little embarrassed.

"That's right, it's true that there are no eyewitnesses, I don't know why, but it's true, that's what the book says." The female secretary was also a little helpless.

"As for the people who reported the crime, I heard from some of my interrogating colleagues that it was strange that they had forgotten." The female secretary said simply.

"Forgot?" The head of the sub-bureau widened.

"That's right, they just forgot, they don't know why they called the police, everyone does." The female secretary nodded.

"Have you tested someone to see if they're lying?" The head of the sub-bureau asked.

"It's been tested, and it's all true." The female secretary nodded.

"It's unlikely, have you ever seen a psychiatrist to see if they have any psychological problems, such as being hypnotized or something?" The head of the sub-bureau was also a little puzzled.

This thing was told to him by the above, and it was his duty to do something, and if he didn't do anything, it would have become his own mistake.

"It's all been tested, and they don't have the slightest problem with their memory, and they don't know why there are dead people on the plane."

"They asked us about it." The female secretary is colorful.

"Presumptuous, how can you ask us about this? How long have we been in charge? The head of the sub-bureau turned cold and scolded.

The female secretary didn't dare to speak, so she could only nod.

"Is Dapeng here?" The head of the sub-bureau suddenly glanced around, as if trying to find someone.

"Director, he's downstairs and he's drunk a lot." A female colleague next to her said.

"That's fine, let him go in and interrogate that kid directly, if he can't even interrogate anything, then we can't do anything about him." The head of the sub-bureau is very clear about the rules.

If Qin Heng can't confess within forty-eight hours, I'm afraid he will have to let Qin Heng leave.

Regardless of whether the place is the capital or not, this is a rule that cannot be violated, and when there is no direct clue to prove that Qin Heng is the murderer, the time they have is only forty-eight hours.

"Send a few people to the scene to search for clues, remember to bring me some real experts, I want detailed data analysis, even if it's a person's hair, you have to find it for me." The head of the sub-bureau shouted angrily.

"Yes!" All the catches present should be in harmony with each other.

"Yo, chick, why are you tall?"

At this time, an incomparably thick man's voice came from the corridor at the gate, followed by a crisp slap.

"You dead rascal, get out of here." The girl's coquettish voice came, causing all the people present to look at each other.

at the gate.

The bearded man walked over from outside, and he could smell the extremely strong smell of alcohol on his body from a long distance.

He leaned crookedly on the door frame of the door, and he could clearly see the five-finger palm prints on his dark face, apparently because he had been slapped by the girl just now.

"Roc." The head of the sub-bureau looked at the man, his brows furrowed.

This guy is the son of the biggest leader of the headquarters, and he wasn't a gangster before, on the contrary, he was a jobless homeless gangster who wanted to make a big career all day long.

As a result, he hit a wall several times, tired his father repeatedly, and was later thrown directly by his father to work in this sub-bureau.

His father didn't pay attention to his son, and in his opinion, as long as he didn't get into trouble for himself, there was no problem even if he took care of him for the rest of his life.

The head of the sub-bureau didn't dare to offend his immediate boss, so he could only let him mess around.

"Yo ho, Director, why are you here, I seem to have seen you drinking Wuliangye in the hotel just now, why did you appear here?" Dapeng rubbed his drunken hazy eyes, and he was puzzled.

The head of the sub-bureau couldn't cry or laugh, he had always been here, when had he been to the hotel.

This Dapeng is really drunk during work hours.

"Dapeng, you're looking at the wrong person. By the way, I have something I need you to help with. The director of the sub-bureau looked at this child who did not have great wisdom, he laughed, walked to Dapeng's side and said.

"What's the matter, phew."

As he spoke, Dapeng exhaled a breath of turbidity, causing the people around him to take a step back.

"Do you see that kid in there? He's a murderer, just because he has too many resources at hand, he can escape the crime for the time being, I know you kid is the best at chatting, can you take out his words? ”

The head of the sub-bureau forcibly endured his nausea and approached Dapeng and said.

Can Roc chat? That's fart, this kid still has a ruffian breath on him, with some foul language in the three heads and two sentences, and now he has a lot of restraint at work, but if he talks for a long time, he will often greet other people's parents.

"Hehe, you're right, I'm the best at chatting."

Dapeng smiled while opening his clothes, and actually took out a bottle of wine from it, and didn't care about other people, just twisted the cap and drank it.

The thick aroma of the second pot head came directly around.

The director of the sub-bureau didn't have any expression on his face, and watched Dapeng make a gesture to invite him into the interrogation room.

Dapeng nodded and walked straight in.

in the interrogation room.

Click, rub.

The iron door made a crisp sound of grinding, and the figure of the Roc walked out from outside.

Qin Heng raised his head and looked over, and when he found that an extremely thick smell of wine was coming to his face, even Qin Heng couldn't help frowning.

Immediately, a whirlwind surrounded him.

"If the air is isolated, you won't smell that disgusting smell." Qin Heng felt that there was no disgusting smell of wine, and then his heart calmed down.

"You are? Qin Qin...... Pull out? Dapeng looked at Qin Heng, and his tongue was a little unfavorable.

"My name is Qin Heng." Qin Heng corrected his strength.

"Fart, I'll call you Qin Qin...... Pull, do you dare to agree? ”

After Dapeng said this, he slapped Qin Heng's head and swung it over.