After stepping out of the BMW car and entering the electronic door of the police station, I saw Christina sitting at her desk at a glance.

The girl was in a trance, her eyes staring at the floor a meter away from her without moving, and the most basic and easily overlooked act of 'blinking' made her wake up and move her gaze a little, and then fall into deep thought.

"Kerry, are you alright?"

The first weekend when I rushed back to the police station during non-work hours, my first reaction was to ask about Christina's condition, she was too strange.

Christina, who slowly looked up, slowly got up when she saw the weekend, and hugged her directly when the weekend approached.

It's a hug without any feelings, even a lack of friendship, and when I was hugged on the weekend, I didn't feel my comforting value at all, but felt that Christina just wanted to find something to lean on, or a hug.

"It's all over." He said.

Intimidated?

Will Christina, a fierce woman who dares to chase a gun dealer with a gun and run without fear of bullets flying from afar, and who can shoot back, will be scared?

Weekend slowly patted her back, and when the palm of his hand touched Christina's body, the stiffness made one wonder if he was holding a piece of wood.

One minute? Two minutes?

I don't know how long the weekend has been, but he can clearly feel that the more he holds Christina, the more relaxed Cristina's body becomes, which can only be explained by the fact that Christina does not feel safe in the police station, only in the arms of someone he trusts. A policeman, a policeman who had just caught an important human trafficker, actually returned to the police station after the arrest and did not feel safe!

As a partner, Weekend could only suspect that something happened during the arrest that Christina could not accept, and when he thought of Hans daring to shoot at the police while he was escaping, the fire in his heart that he couldn't suppress erupted instantly.

Who can't bear to ask Christina what really happened at this time?

"Alright, alright."

On the weekend, he was in civilian clothes and released a little bit in a strong hug, and only when Christina was obviously relieved did he say: "This time you are a hero, no one will share the prize with you, don't worry, I will go to interrogate Hans immediately, and when I find the murderer when I check the photos, you are the one who provides the clue to the murderer." Remember, Drake once promised a large sum of money, at least for two years, and you won't have to worry about Duxter's tuition for two years? ”

Having fulfilled his obligation to be friends, he let go of Christina on the weekend and turned around and walked towards the prisoner's cell, where Bob and his partner were waiting.

"Zhou, what's wrong with Kerry?" Bob asked the weekend at the door of the prisoner's cell.

Glancing back at the weekend, he saw that Christina had returned to her original position in his arms, and that the brief relaxation had no effect.

"She may need a psychiatrist."

"Bob, uh......" Weekend asked in a low voice, "When you arrived at the scene, were there any signs of a fight in the house?" ”

Bob looked at the 45° angle obliquely above and recalled, but in the end, he gave up: "Zhou, I don't know how to describe it, we were on patrol, and we heard gunshots far away, and then the radio told us that someone called the police that there was a gunshot from the neighbor's house, and when we rushed over, we saw Christina pointing a gun at Hans. She sued me that this guy was the one who shot at the police while in pursuit, and we gave her a chance to get revenge. ”

"In other words, from the time you entered the scene to the time you left, you just put up a cordon around the house, waiting for the two bigwigs to go to work tomorrow to take the forensic department to the scene to collect evidence? Didn't even look at what the scene was like? ”

"That's pretty much, but I'm just a patrolman, that's not my job."

Standing outside the prisoner's detention room on the weekend and looking at Hans with a bloody face, he could guess that it was Christina's hand: "It seems that I can only ask him." ”

"Bob, I'm going to judge Hans."

Bob smiled and said, "It's best to do it lightly, if Hans gets to Cheng Dù who has to go to the hospital, our group can't explain it." ”

"I understand. ”

Click.

Bob turned and opened the door to the prisoner's cell and said to Hans, "You, come out, it's time to have fun." ”

After being beaten with a baton by Christina, Hans was already drowsy, and he was already exhausted from the injuries and the tossing of the night, but in the middle of the night, he actually encountered the arraignment, and he did not know that Montek's patrol police had no interrogation power at all, unless there was a surprise interrogation at the scene or a superior signed a confession.

After coming out of the prisoner's cell, Hans spoke: "I would like to answer your question, who can give me a cup of coffee." ”

Bob was laughing, grabbed Hans by the back of the neck and carried him upstairs to the interrogation room.

Touch.

The moment he entered the interrogation room and handcuffed one of Hans's hands to the iron pipe on the table, Hans didn't have to be interrogated at all, and he began to pout: "I know what you want to ask, I've only sold two .45 caliber cartridges to the same person in the last two months, and after that, there has been a murder in the town, and I'm willing to cooperate with you in identifying the murderer, but I have the conditions, I hope you will turn me into a tainted witness, and my testimony in court can help you put this pervert in jail, right? Hans had not been brain-organized at all, and the words that didn't make sense came out of his mouth, and he wanted to say everything he knew.

"You did it to the police?" I didn't even ask for clues about the murder case of the severed foot over the weekend, and asked directly about tonight: "The woman who pointed a gun at you, and when the policewoman broke into your house and arrested you, you resisted?" Did you beat her, did you! ”

"I didn't!"

Hans refused to admit it: "She broke the lock of the door with her gun and rushed into the house, and as soon as she saw me, I fell to my knees, and I could see the crosshair at my eyebrows at night, and I could imagine the bullets in the chamber of the gun, how dare I fight back at that moment?" ”

"But when we arrested you, two guns were aimed at you, and you shot back!" Weekend pointed at Hans and roared: "How do you explain it! ”

"I, I ......"

Hans had no way to explain, so he could only use his expertise: "With my knowledge of firearms, after knowing your Colt range, firing back only suppresses your pursuit......"

“Ball－shit！”

Thinking about the problem on the weekend, considering his habits and the known world, he thinks that a person who dares to fight the police in the process of escaping is definitely likely to resist desperately when he is caught a second time.

Pulling out the key, Weekend stepped forward and opened Hans's handcuffs, grabbed him by the neck with one hand and twisted his neck behind his back with the other, and when he restrained Hans, pulled him out of the prisoner's position and pressed him against the glass of the interrogation room.

Hans's face was flattened, and all the flesh was pressed against the glass, and at this moment, an eerie voice came in his ear: "See? Did you see the glazed-eyed woman? She, when she patrolled with me during the day, was still cheerful like a sparrow that had just learned to fly, and you showed me her present, and looked at this lost soul! ”

"Sue me, what did you do to her!"

"You hit her?"

"Or are you trying to rape her?"

"You--talk!"

Hans could still see something for a moment when his whole face was pressed against the glass, and he couldn't see anything as he squeezed the weekend: "I didn't, I really didn't this time, and I gave in as soon as we met." ”

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."

Click.

Weekend pulled Hans back, handcuffed him to the table, and turned around and walked out of the interrogation room: "Who has nylon rope?" ”

Bob looked up at Weekend, who was standing at the railing on the second floor, and said, "What do you want that thing for?" I should have a drawer, left over from the last time I arrested and arrested the theft gang. ”

"Hey." Bob threw the tied blue rope roll on, the rope was thinner: "Don't forget to go to the monitoring room to turn off the power when you do it later, otherwise someone will record it, don't blame me for not reminding you." ”

"Thank you."

After catching the rope on the weekend, he unplugged the power of the interrogation room's monitoring computer, and when he walked back to the interrogation room, he threw the rope on the table and said, "This is your last chance, otherwise, you may not be able to bear the taste of exoticism." ”

"What are you going to do?" Hans tugged back against the table, and the crunch of the table against the floor was particularly disturbing as he dragged it vigorously.

"You must not know that there is a forbidden interrogation method in Huaxia, and you must not know that there, everyone who has been a police officer for more than ten years has a craft of playing with ropes, and this craft is called 'upper rope'." On the weekend, while uncovering the rope quickly, he took the time to raise his eyelids and look at Hans, saying, "It tastes good." ”

Hans had a smile in his eyes, but that smile was worse than any devil's hideousness.