As soon as it was dark, Bai Ze's transcript had already been completed, but the little policeman who recorded his confession didn't say anything, only took the confession and called two more policemen to take the three gangster leaders in the corner of the wall to another room.

Then, the thick iron door was locked from the outside with a clatter, and the whole room was unadorned by the dim light.

I don't know how long it took, Bai Ze sat on the chair, slowly opened his eyes, and looked out at the glass on the iron door, but no one came back.

Then he walked to the door, stretched out his hand and pulled the door, but did not move. The interrogation room of the city bureau is different from ordinary rooms, except that there are no windows around it, only one door is opened, and even the wall behind the white ash is actually inlaid with a layer of steel plates. Although there is a long strip of transparent glass on the door, the glass is welded with finger-thick steel bars inside and out, and as long as the door is locked, it automatically becomes a confinement room. It's safer to be in it than to be in prison.

Bai Ze pursed his lips, and through the thick iron door, he could still clearly hear the sound of breathing coming from the side of the door, obviously there were still people guarding the door, but after such a long time, no one came, it seemed that Sun Mingguang had forgotten him.

When he came out in the afternoon, Bai Ze only had a wallet on him, not even a mobile phone, but he roughly estimated that it should have been two or three hours for a while just now, even if Sun Mingguang and these policemen have been busy recording confessions to those gangsters and reporting to the leaders of the city bureau, they should be busy at this time.

But the current situation is obviously ignoring his existence, and Bai Ze inevitably muttered in his heart.

"Separated me from Sun Lei and them, and after recording the confession, they ignored me and locked me up in such a place alone, what has changed in things? Didn't Zhou Jie say that Sun Yanyan's father was a high-level member of the Bashu Provincial Department, and it stands to reason that this kind of thing can be done with just a phone call. Bai Ze couldn't figure out where the variables in this matter were for a while.

It's just an intuitive feeling that there seems to be something wrong with that Sun Mingguang.

And in fact, things are really not much different from what Bai Ze guessed.

The cause of the whole incident has already been revealed at this time, more than a dozen gangsters, how can there be any loyal people, once they arrive in the bureau, there is no need to talk nonsense, the police tried the first trial, and before they had any means, they all recruited the bamboo tube and poured beans. It's just that for Bai Ze, after Sun Mingguang read Bai Ze's confession, his attitude suddenly became very strange, he didn't catch or let go, he just locked up in the interrogation room and ignored it.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

As for Sun Yanyan, Sun Lei and Zhou Jie, they all seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they did not contact their families in time as Bai Ze expected, but just briefly dictated the experience, and were taken to his office in the criminal police team by Sun Mingguang.

Followed by a phone call to another number through the secret line of the Chengdu Municipal Bureau, Sun Mingguang and the person opposite talked for half an hour, and then put down the microphone with a smile, and there seemed to be a little excitement in his expression. It was as if he had encountered something very good, so that people like him, who had experienced countless lives and deaths, couldn't suppress the excitement in their hearts.

Sure enough, there is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get there, it turns out that you are Bai Ze!!

In the office, Sun Mingguang suddenly laughed twice, stretched out his hand and flicked it, and the cigarette butt in his hand flew out along the window.

Chengdu, Muma Mountain on the outskirts of Shuangliu.

Between the rolling hills, next to the villa community, there is a Tibetan-style manor pasture covering an area of more than 1,000 acres, and at the end of a tortuous private road, a plaque is hung above the huge iron gate, on which the words "Muma Mountain Villa" are written in Tibetan and Chinese.

Further inside, the modern highways are almost extinct, the ground is neatly pasture up to the knee, and there are several dense forests in the middle, surrounded by herds of cattle and sheep, there is a series of scattered yurts and tents, and a dozen piles of bonfires more than one person high are burning in the night.

The red light of the fire illuminated almost half of the sky of Muma Mountain.

In front of the largest and most luxurious tent, dozens of top-worn men were sweating against each other in wrestling against the backdrop of the firelight. The shouts and roars came and went.

The huge tent curtain was pulled back, and on the grass covered with a thick carpet, on a large bed with carved pillars and beams, sat an elderly Tibetan man in his fifties. On his left hand side was a brass prayer cylinder, on his right hand side was a bronze sheath knife encrusted with precious stones and turquoise, and on the long table in front of him was only a pot of butter tea.

His hair was slightly gray, his back was a little hunched, he was not born strong, and his dark face was full of furrow-like wrinkles.

But his eyes were sharp and cold like knives, and every time he swept in front of the tent, every big man couldn't help but tremble, and immediately screamed, his strength doubled, and even his momentum became brave.

At this moment, the roar of a car engine came from the distance, and two bright lights were across the middle of the tent for a moment, and then as soon as the car stopped, a middle-aged man in casual clothes hurriedly walked down from above.

He walked all the way in a panic, directly through the field of dozens of people wrestling, and as soon as he entered, there were immediately a hundred and ten fierce eyes staring directly at him.

"Gabaso!" (Chinese meaning of eating)

For a while, there were many Tibetan men in the crowd shouting and scolding, and it seemed that they might rush up at any time.

In the middle of the tent, around each corner of the tent is a "mani pile" made of stone slabs, and each stone is carved with various auspicious motifs such as the six-character mantra, the wisdom eye, and the statue of the god. In the customs of the Tibetan people, when encountering a mani pile, you must avoid walking from left to right, and it is a great disrespect to the gods to pass directly through the middle like this middle-aged headless fly.

If you are in a Tibetan area and you violate this taboo and someone finds out, it will easily cause a fight.

But at this time, the middle-aged man's mood was obviously not normal, and after getting out of the car, he panicked and went straight to the tent in the center, and even the dozen or so wolf-like wrestlers in the venue who were eyeing him couldn't take care of it, so he rushed into the tent directly, knelt on the ground with a plop, and grabbed the ground with his head: "Master Basang, something is wrong, the incident that happened in the afternoon, our people are now all sent to the detention center, according to the news from the people inside, they are all held alone, and the guards are all armed police, so as to come, I'm afraid they're going to do it to us. ”

"What?"

There was an uproar, and the whole venue suddenly burst into an uproar.

"What's the panic?" And the old man who had been sitting on the bed, his eyes also swept violently, and the cold voice instantly came out of the tent, like a basin of ice water poured on his head in the summer, and there was a sudden silence inside and out.

Basang's eyes flashed with a hint of cold light, staring at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground, like an old wolf in the night, his voice became more and more calm, as if he was asking the other party an insignificant little thing in small talk: "Tell me, what's going on?" Could it be that the He family has launched some relationship behind the scenes? ”

"Song Mingde of the Municipal Bureau has just passed the news, this matter should be directly presided over by Sun Mingguang, who has just parachuted from Bayu, he is now not only the deputy captain of the criminal police team of the Municipal Bureau, but also the captain of the Armed Police Anti-explosion Corps. That afternoon, we might ...... Hit the muzzle of the gun. ”

"So the He family didn't come out?" Basang's eyes narrowed, "Everything is something that is done by this person named Sun Mingguang?" What is his origin, has this been clarified? And those young people, do they have something to do with this matter? ”

According to Song Mingde, the four young people, except for one named Bai Ze, who was still detained in the interrogation room, the other three were taken to his office by Sun Mingguang since they entered the city bureau and have not been seen. However, Wu Mingxu, the director of the Lushan Institute under him, after checking the household registration information in his jurisdiction, has determined that the three people in it and Sun Mingguang should be related. The family in Lushan International has their daughter's name on the real estate registration, and it is difficult to find out the specific relationship behind her from this point of view. ”

"In addition, that Sun Mingguang's file is still confidential, and Song Mingde has no right to access it, only saying that although this person is in the locality, it seems that he still has some contact with the army, and it should belong to the military management, and the local government has no right to dispose of it."

Just when Basang got some news here and secretly planned something.

In the interrogation room of the Chengdu Municipal Public Security Bureau, Bai Ze was still sitting honestly on the chair. The breath was long, silky, and it was not screaming because of the injustice that some people expected.

On the contrary, he has a leisurely attitude and a comfortable expression, and staying alone in the room is like being in the sea and the sky, and he doesn't look like a person who has been locked up for hours.

You must know that human beings are born with a kind of surname yearning for freedom, if it is an ordinary person like him who is left here by the police for three or four hours for no reason, looking around, the room is only about ten square meters, there are no windows, the lights are dim, and the gloomy iron door is still locked outside, and it will not take long to become very irritable in one case.

If you have a good temper, you can control it a little, and when you encounter the master with a strong liver fire, the water and rice have no teeth for a long time, and an evil fire rushes into the head, and it is very likely that you will go berserk, just like a beast in a cage. If it takes a longer time, it can even cause a certain degree of mental damage.

For Bai Ze, Sun Mingguang has already learned some information from special channels, and in this situation, he actually has a kind of mischievous mentality, and he is pure to give Bai Ze a little hardship.

------------------------------------------------------- Lao Lu can't stay up late at this age, and he is still sleepy once in a while, buzzing in his head while writing, so the quality of this chapter is really not good, but fortunately, this is just a transition from the plot below, and it is not a paid chapter, don't mind!