At that moment, the fake officer Suzuki coughed dryly at the young policemen beside him, who immediately pushed me down in their chairs so that I could not resist at all. This article was published by www. lχs520。 com debut

I knew that resisting would have no effect, so I simply sat down in my chair.

At this time, "Suzuki" was also sitting across from me, and next to him sat an extremely young policeman who looked like he had just joined the police station because he looked even more nervous than me. He had a pen in his hand, and a thick book spread out on his desk, which I knew was the one used to record confessions for criminal suspects.

"Suzuki" saw me staring at the notebook on the table in a daze, and suddenly snorted coldly at me: "Name." ”

I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled three words: Long Shaoyou.

At this moment, I clearly saw that the young policeman immediately wrote my name on his blank notebook.

Immediately after that, "Suzuki" said again: "Profession, where is sacred." ”

I snorted and replied, "Detective, Chinese......"

After listening to my answer, the fake "Suzuki" suddenly slapped the table violently, and the sudden noise caused the other prisoners and police officers to look at me.

Ignoring the reactions of the others, he continued to shout. He shouted, "Why did you kill that American? What kind of hatred do you have with him? ”

I was extremely emotional, and hurriedly distinguished: "No, I didn't kill him, he wasn't killed by me at all, and I don't have any hatred with him at all." How could I kill a stranger who has nothing to do with me for no reason? You must find out, and don't be ashamed of the police uniform you wear. ”

After hearing the words, "Suzuki" sneered with a weird smile: "You really didn't kill the person?" ”

I cursed secretly in my heart, you know that Lao Tzu is not a murderer, but you still have to ask knowingly. What a fucking bastard, when Lao Tzu goes out, I must make you look good.

Although I thought this in my heart, I didn't say it, and I waved my hand at him and the young policeman who made the record: "No, I definitely didn't kill people." ”

After listening to my defense, the fake Suzuki pretended to mutter, "But when we arrived at the scene, we saw you groping around with him, what are you looking for?" ”

I snorted angrily, lifted the chain on my hand with difficulty, leaned on the palm of my hand, and with great difficulty, took out the banknote hidden in my pocket, and then handed it to him.

I gave him a blank look and said, "That's it, it's what was found on that dead man." ”

Fake Suzuki took the note in his hand, frowned, and muttered, "This is just an ordinary dollar bill." ”

I snorted, "There's nothing surprising about it, it's just an ordinary banknote." ”

When False Suzuki heard me say this, he immediately glared at me through gritted teeth, and he pointed at my nose and cursed fiercely.

"This banknote is returned to you, do you admit your guilt or not, admit that you are a murderer."

Rao is no matter how good my temper is, I can't help but clench my fists tightly when I hear him wronging me like this, I can't hold it anymore, I can't help but stand up immediately, and scolded back: "Ishihara Ichiro, don't fucking go too far, Lao Tzu has already left you a way back if you don't expose your fake identity, I hope you don't fucking come to wronged me, if you force me to be anxious, Lao Tzu will have a big deal with you, hum......"

Because of the loud swearing I had just made, all the other policemen looked at me for a moment.

At this moment, a middle-aged man about 50 years old suddenly came out of the office of the police station, and the middle-aged man was extremely short, looking only about 150 centimeters. (Maybe less than 150 centimeters)

A height of 150 centimeters may be barely enough for a woman, but it is too short for a man, and to put it mildly, it is a dwarf.

The man was short and fat, but he looked very respectable, and I saw everyone who passed by him stooping down to greet him with the utmost respect.

When he walked in front of me, he realized that he was wearing a police hat on his head and a pistol stuck in his waist.

I frowned, and it occurred to me that this person might be a high-ranking police officer.

The man's face was full of joy, and he walked all the way to me.

He came to me and Ishihara, but he didn't speak, he just stood quietly with his hands on his chest.

At this time, Ishihara suddenly coughed dryly when he saw the middle-aged man. The attitude of the questioner immediately changed to be kind.

He sat down in his seat, waved at me, and motioned for me to sit down.

It suddenly occurred to me that Ishihara seemed to be jealous of the middle-aged man behind me.

I felt a burst of joy in my heart, guessing that this man's official position must be higher than his, otherwise he would never compromise like anyone else. Of course, they will not be afraid of anyone.

After Ishihara Ichiro sat down, he cleared his throat and said slowly: "Mr. Long, we now suspect that you are the murderer of the American just now, and the reason for our suspicion is very simple, that is, the moment we saw the deceased fall, you happened to be by his side, and you were still groping on his body at that time, as if you were looking for something after killing someone.

He paused, then continued in a mocking tone, "Besides, we found that you have his blood on your hands? If you didn't kill the person, why do you have the blood of the deceased on your hands? Could you please explain this well? ”

After listening to Ishihara Ichiro's question, the middle-aged senior police officer actually smiled and nodded slightly. Then he looked at me with a solemn expression.

I secretly screamed in my heart, thinking to myself, could this middle-aged senior police officer also be as complicit as Ishihara?

My throat was dry, my mouth was wide open, and I was about to open my mouth to defend myself, but it was too late.

Ishihara didn't wait for me to distinguish at all, and immediately interjected and continued: "Are you running out of words and have nothing to say?" Are you willing to confess your sins? ”

I heard him say this, swallowed his saliva violently, and exclaimed in an emotional voice, "Ichiro Ishihara, what the fuck are you putting on bullshit?" Who is poor, who has nothing to say, who is willing to confess? ”