"The man who saved his life has finally arrived." This is the thought of the manager who almost lost his back and Fang Fei, whose face was about to be whipped into a pig's head, if the police came a little later, it was estimated that they would have to go to the hospital to find him.

"Why are you still using guns?" Yan Murong and Yan Tong were both stunned, although the two were not in the system, but both of them knew that now police officers are not allowed to carry guns, and only criminal police officers can bring guns, and the use of guns will not be approved in non-major criminal cases, even if guns are used, they must be put into storage after work, and even a bullet must be written in a report of hundreds of words.

Sometimes, Yan Murong thought, how should they write a report with so many words when a bullet is fired? Do you want to write down the operation steps, and then you have to write down where the bullet hit the criminal and how the criminal felt?

"Hey, brother, why are you in a daze?" Yan Tong protected Zhao Xin behind him, looked at Yan Murong and asked funny. At this time, he can still be in a daze, either he is scared stupid or his nerves are too big, obviously, Yan Murong is not the former.

"I don't have that weapon." Yan Murong shook the belt in his hand, pointed at Liangzi and said. "This belt was pulled from his pants, isn't it a weapon? - You have to think that this thing is a weapon, and that he brought it. ”

After speaking, Yan Murong also lifted his shirt and signaled that he was wearing sweatpants and did not need to tie a belt at all.

The police were completely speechless - did this guy run out of Anding Hospital?

"Go, handcuff him, gather a crowd to fight, and take him back to record a confession." A slightly older leading policeman pointed at Yan Murong and Yan Tong and said. "Two people will take them back as well, and the rest will take the injured to the hospital."

"Why are you arresting us?" Yan Tong slapped away the hand that was about to handcuff him and asked. "I'm watching the fun, this girl is a victim, you don't arrest those perpetrators, catch the victims? - Interestingly, I now know that even if you don't have an IQ of 70, you can become a police officer. ”

It's not that a family doesn't enter a door, Yan Tong looks polite, and wears a pair of flat glasses, which looks like a senior white-collar worker, but that mouth is the same as Yan Murong's, and he scolds people without dirty words.

Not IQ enough 70? Damn, isn't that mentally retarded?

"My dad is Yan Canghai." So, Yan Murong smiled and began to report the household registration.

"My dad is Yan Cangyuan." Seeing that Yan Murong had reported his household registration, Yan Tong also did the same.

"Stop talking nonsense, go back and talk about it." The leading policeman didn't buy it at all, and with a wave of his hand, he wanted to handcuff Yan Murong and Yan Tong.

Yan Murong was stunned - why isn't it popular to watch TV now? He understands that Fang Fei has no time to watch TV, but the policeman, who is the protector of the people, doesn't watch TV news, what is the situation.

Suddenly, Yan Murong found that he was wasting saliva by filing his account.

"Hitomi-chan, don't struggle, let's go over and have a look." Yan Murong said a word to Yan Tong, and then took the initiative to reach out and let the policemen around him put the handcuffs on his body.

"Is this thing silver?" Yan Murong asked with a curious look at the cold handcuffs on his hands.

"Silver? Hmph, you ask for a lot of blessings, hit the son of District Chief Fang, don't even think about taking this thing off. The young policeman said coldly while pushing Yan Murong and Yan Tong.

Maybe it's because Zhao Xin is a woman and doesn't enjoy the treatment of Yan Murong and Yan Tong, but she is also one of the parties involved, and she must also go to the Public Security Bureau to record a confession.

"Teacher Yan, what should I do, he is the son of the district chief, what should we do." In the police car, Zhao Xin looked at Yan Murong and cried anxiously.

"Don't you watch TV either?" Yan Mufang asked sullenly.

"There is no TV in the dormitory." Zhao Xin looked at Yan Murong suspiciously. "What's wrong? Teacher Yan, what should I do now-I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I hurt you. ”

"What a stupid thing to say?" Yan Murong smiled and comforted. "You're my student, how can I ignore you, besides, who said we must have something? I promise, it's easy for them to catch us, but it's hard to let us out. The son of the district chief? Hehe, the mayor's son is also. ”

"It's quite a big breath." When the police heard Yan Murong's words, they sneered disdainfully. "Who do you think you are? The mayor's son is also, unless you are the son of the general secretary. ”

"Hey." Yan Murong and Yan Tong were immediately happy, this little policeman guessed quite accurately, but he just guessed the wrong generation.

"I'm Yan Murong." Yan Murong said seriously.

"I don't care who you are, shut up, say one more word, don't blame me for not warning you." The policeman said impatiently.

Soon, Yan Murong and the others were taken to the Xicheng Branch, and Zhao Xin was taken by a policewoman on duty for questioning, while he and Yan Tong were taken into the interrogation room.

"Brother, believe it or not, it's my first time in handcuffs, and it's the first time I've entered this place." Yan Tong looked at the interrogation room curiously, and said to Yan Murong with a smile, without any fear on his face.

"I believe it." Yan Murong nodded seriously. "It's the first time I've done this."

"Shut up, what's the noise? I don't have any consciousness at all, how can I write dead words? As he spoke, the leading policeman walked in with a notebook and threw it on the table with a "pop".

"Dead words?" Yan Murong thought for a while and said. "One horizon above, one sunset on the left below, and a dagger dagger on the right - don't bully me for not being literate without a few years of school."

"Ouch, I know." The policeman was amused by Yan Murong's serious expression. "Just know, honestly explain the incident of your beating of Fang Fei, so that you don't have to suffer a little."

"Comrade, you are inducing a confession." Yan Tong looked at the police and said. "Why did we beat people? We are clearly righteous and courageous. ”

"Do you know how to induce confessions? Cultural people. The policeman looked at Yan Tong with disdain and said. Now that you know, you should understand your consequences--do you think there is good fruit to eat after beating the son of the district chief? Let's be honest, and if you do, you will suffer less guilt. ”

"Name."

"Yan Murong."

"Yan Tong."

"Young."

"Twenty-five."

"Twenty-four."

"Home address."

“――”

"Where do you live?" Seeing that the two did not speak, the policeman shouted angrily.

"Are you sure you want to know?" Yan Murong squinted his eyes and asked.

"Nonsense, now it's me asking you, not you asking me, quick, honest explanation."

Yan Murong smiled bitterly, glanced at Yan Tong, and the two of them said in unison. "174 West Chang'an Street."

PS: Don't move, raise your hands, put down all the flowers!