When an unprecedented scream came from the Montek police station in the middle of the night, all the policemen on night duty and the people in the prisoner's detention cell looked up in the direction of the interrogation room on the second floor, because they had never heard such a sound, and even if this scream had forced its way into their ears through the increase in the number of decibels, they still could not imagine what kind of situation Hans would have to encounter in order to make a similar sound.

"Whew!!"

I don't know how long it took for Hans's scream to be connected.

"Ahh FUCK！！ ”

"You're-ah! It's, damn murder! ”

Bob stared upstairs and muttered to himself, "Some goddamn bastard in prison wouldn't scream so badly when he was raped for the first time, what the hell is Zhou doing?" ”

In fact, the weekend was as simple as tying a nylon rope to Hans's body and tying a knot that would get tighter the more he struggled.

At this time, the extremely thin nylon rope would be strangled into Hans's flesh, and the tighter and tighter the rope buckle made him feel the paralyzing pain of the part that was strangled by the rope every minute.

Everyone is afraid that they have had the experience of squatting in the toilet and squatting their legs, the rope is to use the rope into the flesh, and the blood vessels are tightened, and the paralysis caused by the unobstructed blood will accumulate to the highest point in a period of time, and this paralysis will instantly drill into the hearts of people, so every skilled old criminal policeman in China knows that the rope cannot exceed a certain time, otherwise it will be disabled.

For the tied person, the paralysis of the rope will outweigh the pain of the rope into the flesh, but none of them know that once the rope is untied, the overcharge of the blood that begins to flow slowly will be more unbearable, and more importantly, the scar from the rope will always be the deepest in the shoulder fossa, and when the scab is formed, the blood scab will leave if the scab is moved slightly.

"Let me go!"

"Let me go!!"

The sound seemed to have been sharpened by a knife before it came out of his throat, and every time Hans rolled he made the pain worsen, and in a few minutes his forehead was covered with sweat. His tightly closed eyes filled the corners of his eyebrows with wrinkles, and when he couldn't bear it anymore and was stimulated by the paralysis to suddenly open his eyes, the bloodshot in those eyes could tell everyone how hard he was closing his eyes and enduring it.

"I, I, I, I sue you!"

"I forged—raped her."

"I hit her."

"I, I, I, rushed over when she came in with her gun raised, threw her to the ground, and ...... I'll admit whatever you say, I'll sign it, fuck, and let me go as long as you put it on the transcript!! ”

Broken!

Hearing this, Weekend quickly rushed over and untied the rope, and he had forced Hans to babble.

The rope allows the hardest prisoner to remember all the crimes committed at the age of six, which no one can accept, and it also allows an undetermined prisoner to confess all the crimes in the police questioning, just because he does not want to suffer. The difference lies in whether the offender fabricated the crime under pain, and at this time, as long as the slightest unreasonableness is found, then what the kidnapper said is not true.

Hans must have been lying, and no matter how Christina got into the room, she must have been in a state of readiness to draw her gun and take aim, which is the basic element of a policeman. At this time, Hans said that he rushed over and was simply talking nonsense, and when the police were trained, they were taught to shoot immediately once they encountered danger, and even if they were suspected of being in danger, they had not yet fired a warning shot. In the shooting training, the first shooting position of the police is the torso, which is between the chest and the lower abdomen, for fear that the criminal will not die immediately when he is hit for the first time...... If this qiē was true, Hans lunged at Christina in the same room, and he would have been a dead man covered in bullets.

In the Ferguson case, the police fired 12 consecutive shots at the black man who was suspected of making dangerous movements, and Hans was also gagged in a golden bell jar and iron pants.

“SHIT！！！”

“FUCK―ME！！”

After the rope was untied, Hans's scream was even worse, the paralysis just now and the current blood return form two completely different feelings, the feeling of overcharging when returning blood will make the paralysis aggravated, if you want to say that the rope is squatting in the toilet and the foot is numb countless times paralyzed, then the blood return at this time is the countless times the electrocution of the paralyzed foot on the ground for the first time after going to the toilet.

"Zhou, what did you do to him, why did I hear the sound of the slaughterhouse?"

Bob shouted downstairs, and Hans's voice was hoarse when he heard it.

Weekend ignored the voices downstairs, and the shouting in the interrogation room subdued as he finished packing up the rope and threw the nylon rope on the interrogation table to walk over and lift Hans up......

Hans began to grit his teeth and rub back, until the stool he had knocked down in the struggle blocked his way out, his eyes still full of fear.

"You didn't do it with Christina?" Question for sure on the weekend.

Hans's reply was: "It's me, I did it, I hit her, and I ...... it."

This time, Weekend said more affirmatively: "No, you didn't do anything, you just gave in as soon as we met." ”

Call.

Hans lay on the ground and let out a long breath, a gangster who sold guns on the street and dared to shoot at the police, actually lay on the ground and began to sob.

Hans looked wolfish as he sobbed and shook his head, unable to support the ground with his hands and sit up slowly, even if the thought came to his mind, he only opened his mouth slightly in pain at the beginning of the action and then chose to give up.

The weekend did not force him, squatted beside him and said: "Now sue me, what kind of person did you sell the bullet to." ”

"Bob, bring me all the screenshots we've taken on the highway surveillance."

Bob ran up with a stack of photographs in his hand, and laid them out one by one in front of Hans over the weekend: "Come, take a hand." ”

"Ah...... Yes...... Hiss. ”

Weekend and Bob lifted him up with Hans in their arms, and when they touched the muscles connecting their arms to the shoulder sockets, they still screamed, but the decibel levels dropped a lot.

Two minutes, the weekend gave Hans two minutes to soothe himself, and when Bob got impatient, he asked, "Which of these people is the one who bought you a magazine and a silencer?" ”

Hans looked down and followed his gaze on the weekend: "The man you see lives in Phoenix, came to Montek on a business trip, went to Mexico at the time of the crime via the road that may lead to the abandoned factory, and left the country normally, and had a record of a bar disturbance when he was young, twelve years ago. "It was a picture of a 40-year-old man sitting in a car and driving, his face hidden by the roof of the carport, but the license plate of the car was very clear.

Hans looked to the other side, and the weekend's voice quickly followed: "This man is a teacher at a university in Houston, he has a daughter, his daughter and boyfriend have run away from home, and the police investigation has concluded that they may have traveled to Mexico, and this trip plan and the love affair with the daughter of a college teacher were severely stopped by him." ”

Wherever Hans looked, he would tell the information about these people on weekends, and Hans would always keep his eyes on a picture for a moment and then look away.

"He's not here."

Bob looked at the weekend strangely when he heard this, but said nothing.

Hans was so nervous about this gaze that he was afraid that the rope was being put back on him: "What I said is true, the man who bought my magazine and the silencer is a rich man, and he is willing to buy them for twice the price in the market, I can't mishear the pronunciation of the Spanish in local slang, the person who buys the bullet and the silencer must be a local, and I can't fail to see the difference between an adolescent fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy and the people in the photo." "Due to the proximity of the town of Monteke to Mexico, the location has long since made it possible to have a lot of Spanish-like pronunciations in the language, which also proves that what Hans said is true.

"Fifteen or sixteen?" When asked on the weekend, he saw in Hans's eyes the moment of fear after his question, and added, "I believe in you." ”

The weekend was lost in the thought that a fifteen or sixteen-year-old could have made such a clean scene after killing Charlie, and knew not to leave any evidence for the cameras on the road...... So, how did he transport the body to the abandoned factory? A child at this age can't have enough body to do all the work, that's the corpse of an adult.

Picking up the photos again, this time not for Hans, but scanning them one by one, waiting for his eyes to rest on a driver sitting in a garbage truck......

"Describe this boy." Asked over the weekend.

Hans followed the weekend's words: "Fifteen or sixteen years old, blonde hair, very handsome young man, wearing a red T-shirt and Nike sneakers, he doesn't look like he came out of the poor area, very rich. He paid me the neatest money when he bought a gun, and he didn't crumple the money like the thugs. ”

When Bob heard this, he immediately said, "I probably remember a couple of these guys, they were my nephew's classmates in middle school, and there was a guy with a long chin, blonde hair, who had two thefts at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and who was caught by us. ”

"His chin is not long, and he is still very handsome." Hans rejects Bob's words.

Bob keeps trying: "There's one more ......"

"No, it's not." Hans continued to deny.

After Bob even said a few things and was denied, he said to the weekend, "You don't know a kid like that?" Maybe we've all seen him on patrol. ”

When reminded by Bob, a figure appeared in the weekend's mind, this figure was a little blurry, like a silhouette effect made with PS, while the scene around the child was very clear, an unassembled car...... Car?

In an instant, the figure in the weekend's mind became clear, but ......

"No, it can't be him."

"Who?" Bob asked, "Whoever he is, can't you go downstairs to the computer and pull up the data?" Will this waste you a few minutes? ”

Weekend walked out of the interrogation room slowly, he knew such a person, but such a person had carefully observed one on the weekend, and also commented on the child's character.

When he went downstairs and turned on the computer, Weekend brought up the file of the kid who lived across the street from his house in the midst of many doubts, and by this time Bob had helped Hans up and the two were walking down the stairs.

"Is it him?" The weekend asked with no hope at all.

Hans didn't look closely, looked at the ID photo on the computer file and said, "That's him!" I remember asking him, 'It's a disaster to start being so enthusiastic about weapons collecting at such a young age, weapons collecting is a bottomless pit, don't you feel sorry for spending a lot of pocket money?' He replied to me, 'This is the United States, and the laws of the country always support the free will of free people.' ”