When I first arrived in the United States, Chapter 24 Life is like a play, and it all depends on acting skills

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It's not the gangsters in Koreatown, it's not Yueqing, this is what he didn't expect on the weekend, he can't imagine that these youthful college students have more than 30 bruises and 17 knife wounds on a girl's body, how cruel can a normal person do such a thing?

"Now, everybody is quiet. `”

After saying this sentence on the weekend, he slowly added: "We are waiting for the search warrant to arrive, but in the meantime, if anyone knows the truth of the matter and is willing to tell the truth, you should know that the police have the power to deal with it leniently." ”

Black and Korean students looked at each other again after the weekend sentence, what they didn't expect was that all these small actions were noticed by the weekend, but at this moment, time passed in silence in this classroom, like a flowing river, which could not be recovered.

At that time, the black man was the one who made the most small movements, and he never seemed to know where his hands should be placed, and he kept moving his fingers from his very short head, as if it were itching unbearably; The Korean-American college student didn't move so much, but his eyes stared straight at the corner of the classroom and didn't move, as if he was caught in a thought and could never pull it out.

According to these, it can be seen that these college students have no scheming, and they are far from being able to control their emotions and body calmness before they have entered the society, at this moment, I am afraid that these two guys are likely to think about the terrible consequences that are about to appear, and they know that as long as they endure for a while, as long as they endure for a while, someone will not be able to hold back.

"Private."

The black man couldn't sit still anymore and stood up and asked, "I want to go to the toilet." `”

"Dylan." Weekend glanced back at his colleague and said, "Let's go with him." ”

Dylan reminded: "Don't think about running, I don't want to be the next Ferguson." ”

When the black man heard this name, he suddenly raised his head as if he felt threatened, and when he was about to leave his position, it is impossible for no black man to know about the shooting of the black man in Ferguson, and the threat in this sentence has reached the point where he almost said, 'I don't want to kill you'.

Crunch.

The black man, whose face began to grow more and more ugly, opened the door and walked out, and at that moment, Dylan gently poked his elbow lightly, and after reaching out and shoved his handcuffs into his hand, he said, "Give me ten minutes, and I'll tell you the truth." "An obvious well-being was passed on. With this, Dylan began to take off his suit, as if preparing for something.

"o~ What are you going to do?" Obviously, the degree of receiving signals on the weekend is very open, and they start to cooperate with their companions at the same second.

Weekend reached out and pulled Dylan. Dylan turned to the weekend and said, "Sometimes you have to teach these kids a lesson, or do you think they're going to tell you obediently?" ”

"He'll sue you, Dylan. `”

Dylan said nonchalantly: "Let him sue, unless there is a monitor in the toilet, I just need to insist that this guy escape." Then all actions are legal. ”

The moment Weekend and Dylan looked up at the black man, Dylan pulled out his pistol, and the black man heard their voices and turned to look at Weekend and slowly raised his hands and said, "No, believe me, you don't want to do this, I'm really not a murderer." How did he know that he was just nervous about going to the toilet, but fell into the trap of these two policemen.

Dylan and Weekend skillfully used the most effective 'red face and white face' interrogation technique in the police department, and the pressure exerted on these students who had never seen the world can be imagined, as evidenced by the look of fear on the faces of the black people.

"Get into the toilet while I'm not in a bad mood."

Dylan didn't point a gun at a black college student. He just carried it, but the impatience in his eyes was enough.

"Say something." Weekend urged as a theater watcher: "You have to say something, otherwise I won't be able to stop him." ”

The black man slowly moved backwards, he did not dare to run, because he would not be able to outrun the bullets, but he did not want to be beaten like this: "But I don't know anything." ”

Zhou Zhou raised his voice and replied without leaving any gaps in his words: "No, you must know something, you are all classmates, and it is impossible to hide any secrets." ”

"Don't talk about Zhou, this kind of guy must let him know that you are good before he can be obedient......"

“no。 He's going to say ......"

"But he hasn't said ...... yet"

"If you don't give him any time, how do you know if he will tell you what he knows."

The black man was stupid, he watched the weekend and the white detective arguing in the hallway, and the two sides spoke with unimaginable speed. Every word went down his ears and into his mind, and at that moment, he couldn't think at all.

"No, no, no, no, no, Zhou. I'm running out of patience. Dylan abruptly stopped in the middle of the argument, and then strode over the black man without heeding the weekend.

Weekend looked eagerly at the black man, and in front of the black man's eyes was Dylan's seemingly irrational footsteps, and at that time, the weekend's voice sounded in his ears: "Tell him what you know, don't let this impulsive bastard bother me!" ”

With a roar, the black man was cornered in a fit of tension, and Dylan pressurized: "Get out of the toilet!" ”

When the hand grabbed the T-shirt on his shoulder, the black man seemed to see the miserable state of his own blue nose and swollen face after entering the toilet, and he had to stop this qiē and say, "I said! I did! I tell you all the qiē I know!! ”

Touch.

The black man leaned against the wall, his legs bent down, his hands in front of his chest and he didn't know whether to push away the police in front of him, as a black man, he had heard too many stories from the community about 'the police are all bastards', those street - drug - dealers, gangsters - gangsters, stealing people and things The police have been described countless times as the most cruel and unreasonable person in the world, but he has never broken the law, I don't know at all that these things are likely to be arranged by gangsters standing on the opposite side of the police, including the heroism of gritting their teeth under the torture of the police and not betraying their comrades, perhaps because of their cowardice as soon as they entered the police station.

However, in this second, these things all became a burden that crushed his spiritual world.

The black man's eyes were wide open in fear, and the back of his head was pressed against the wall, but his neck was tilted forward due to the angle, and he really had nowhere to hide.

"It's Han!"

"It was Han who beat Kim Tae-hee, and some Korean students around them, I didn't do it, I really didn't do it, I just watched from the side."

Dylan pulled the black man up in the corner and looked at him with contempt, "Why didn't you say it earlier?" ”

"I'm in a room with Han......"

"Who killed him?" Strike while the iron is hot on the weekend: "Seventeen stabs with a knife?" ”