3. Good cops, bad cops

"What's your name?"

"Mo Lei." Mo Lei handed over the document in his hand.

The sturdy policeman, who looked like he had drunk too much and ruptured a blood vessel in his face, glanced at Mo Lei's ID with empty eyes, and put it in his pocket.

At this time, it was 5 o'clock in the morning, all the lights in the building were turned on, two Chinese-made police cars were parked outside the door with flashing police lights, upstairs, two forensic doctors were carefully examining the body, an evidence collector was taking pictures to collect evidence, and Mo Lei was wearing pajamas, his face could not hide the surprise and fear, sitting on the sofa downstairs facing the questioning of the two policemen, and also repeating the story he conceived in his mind.

He looked at the stout policeman and put his papers in his pocket, and asked in surprise, "What does this mean?" ”

"What are you doing here?" The sturdy policeman was surrounded by a thin and short black man, probably the policemen were like this, and this weak policeman had a smile on his face and a face full of concern, but his whole body exuded a cold smell from the inside out.

Bernikin, who was beside Mo Lei, was pale and wrapped in a thick nightgown, he was woken up by the phone call of this Chinese kid who was chasing his life, and then coaxed him to this unlucky place, and after watching the scene and listening to the story Mo Lei said, the latter called the police.

"He came to inherit the inheritance, the original owner of this building is called Meng Chenglong, is the elder of this Mr. Mo, after Mr. Meng passed away in May, this Mr. Mo Lei is the third in line to inherit the inheritance, and the only one."

Bernikin suddenly became very fluent in speaking, and after getting along with each other one day, he understood that Mo Lei next to him must be a person with a story, and more importantly, Mo Lei is also Chinese.

Bernikin, of course, knew a little bit of the inside story, but there were some things he couldn't say and didn't dare to say.

"I didn't ask you, so who are you?" The sturdy policeman stared at Bernikin fiercely, Bernikin lowered his head, and just wanted to answer, when he heard Mo Lei on the side speak, "He was called by me, and I don't know anyone here except him." ”

"I live right next door, my name is Bernicin, and my uncle's friend is Mr. Wilson's partner." Bernikin used the word partner, not saying that his main job was just driving.

"Come back to the police station with us first, we need to make a case record, which is probably the same as your police process, how about it?" The thin policeman had an unchanged smile, as if he was asking Mo Lei's opinion, but his tone was unquestionable.

Mo Lei shook his head, "You can ask me here." ”

"Handcuff him and bring him back." The lean cop is menacing.

"He's not going anywhere, just ask here. I'll stay here until dawn, and then, I guess I should call the embassy? And then the embassy will tell you that you have no right to seize his documents? Bernikin's courage came out of nowhere, and suddenly he came out of nowhere.

"I'm a lawyer." As if to make up for his lack of confidence, Bernikin added another sentence.

"Mr. Lawyer, this is a homicide." The skinny policeman said to Bernikin with a smile, and then turned his head and smiled at Mo Lei,

"Do you know the dead man upstairs?"

"Mr. Policeman, this is a burglary, don't you understand the specific situation, this Mr. Mo only arrived here yesterday, who can he know? The tattoo on the body of the person lying upstairs also tells us that he was a street thug, and he died in Mr. Mo's bedroom at night, what kind of homicide is this? Can you tell me about your inference? ”

Mo Lei applauded in his heart, and he changed his opinion on Bernikin again.

The sturdy policeman's eyes on the side turned cold, "Bernikin? We'll take him back, and that's due process, and you can go with him. ”

"If you really need us to go, then, please wait a minute, I will call the respected people in our community to come with us, to be honest, Mr. Policeman, I don't trust you very much, if you go to the police station, you can't make it up as you want? Mr. Policeman, you must know that you are going to detain an innocent Chinese citizen, and what you have just seized is a passport of the People's Republic of China. ”

"Cheng, then let's make a record here first, but, we have to hold your documents for the time being." The skinny policeman was about to say something more, but was stopped by his stout colleague raising his hand.

"Tell me what happened." The skinny policeman took out a notepad and pen from his trouser pocket, changed into a comfortable position on the sofa, and began to question.

"I don't know what the situation is, about 3 o'clock, I suddenly heard a noise upstairs, so I went up to look, and found that the bedroom window was wide open, and there was a person lying on the carpet in the room, I turned on the light and rushed over to see, that person was covered in blood, and there was a gun on the ground, I rushed to the window and saw a person jumping down the second floor, and then I picked up the gun and fired two shots downstairs, but he jumped on the motorcycle and ran."

Mo Lei's complexion gradually returned to normal, and his speed of speech began to become steady.

"Huh? And what's going on with the gun hole at your door? Your siren isn't broken, what's going on? ”

"I don't know, I didn't turn on the siren."

The second half of this sentence is the truth, Mo Lei did forget to turn on the siren, he had already slandered himself in his heart.

"You slept on the couch on the first floor? Why not go to the bedroom? Why can the bedroom door be locked? ”

"I was sleeping in the bedroom. Around 1 a.m., I woke up and went down to the first floor and couldn't sleep. You know, I'm just here, it's jet lag, it's strange, and I'm a little nervous. I smoked a cigarette downstairs and fell asleep. I don't know why the door locks, but since they can all get into my room, I think anything can happen. ”

"You seduce me?" The skinny policeman stared at Mo Lei.

"Huh? I don't understand what you're saying. Mo Lei looked dazed.

"You slept upstairs the night before?" The skinny cop changed the subject.

"Yes, I slept upstairs the night before, and I didn't close the bedroom door when I slept, and I couldn't lock it or anything, I saw that this community was heavily secured, and I felt that it must be very safe." In a word, Mo Lei wiped himself off the fingerprints on the door lock and pushed it cleanly.

Of course, there are other evidence that is unfavorable to himself, which was also cleaned up by Mo Lei.

At this moment, a forensic doctor appeared at the corner of the stairs, and he beckoned to the sturdy policeman, "Cell, come here." ”

Cell, the fat policeman, struggled to get up from the couch and walked over to the medical examiner, who whispered a few words to him, then turned and went upstairs. Cell, who stood by the stairs, turned and walked down the living room, dangling from the drawing-room, looking around.

At the door, other residents in the community were also awakened and wanted to come over to see the situation, but were blocked by another policeman at the door, but the crowd of onlookers did not disperse, but gathered more and more, and the voices were surging.

"Mo ...... Mo Lei, you said you were awakened by the sound of gunshots? Cell, the policeman, turned around, went to the door, looked at the Chinese people outside the gate, and suddenly turned his hair and asked.

"Huh? I don't know what it was, I didn't say I was awakened by gunshots, I just heard strange movement upstairs. Mo Lei opened his mouth in surprise.

"The body was knocked unconscious before he died, his Adam's apple was bruised, his ribs were broken at least three times, and there were soft tissue contusions of varying degrees on his face and body. So what were you doing during that time? ”

"I'm sleeping." Mo Lei's face was full of 'you are a psychopath' expression. "How do I know if it's a fight or what."

"You've used a gun before?" Cell's changed the question.

"Yes, I went to a shooting club in China, won awards, and I love firearms."

"Oh? What awards? ”

"The competition in the training camp is an old Chinese rifle." Mo Lei replied shyly.

"Where do you know this gun?" Cellr pointed to Beretta 92 in the bag.

Mo Lei nodded without hesitation, "I know, I have played with models, I know how to disassemble and assemble, and I used a real gun for the first time tonight." ”

"Have you ever practiced martial arts?" Xaar converts the issue again.

"No, I used to hit wooden stakes when I was a kid." Mo Lei still replied without hesitation.

"Wooden stakes? What is a wooden stake? Cell, a little surprised, asked, his slightly distorted face distorted a little exaggerated.

Mo Lei opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain, but Bernikin next to him helped him explain.

The upstairs evidence collector and the medical examiner walked down the stairs, and after asking them about their investigation, and after making sure that nothing was missing, he ordered the policeman at the door and one of them, a young man who looked like a forensic assistant, to carry the body from the second floor with a body bag.

"Mr. Mo, do you know what the deceased did?" After arranging, Cell's side sat down again, Mo Lei frowned unknowingly, Cell's body had an unpleasant smell, mixed with the smell of garlic and drunken vomit.

Mo Lei shook his head.

The two policemen interrogated each other for half an hour, probably thinking that they really couldn't get anything too valuable from the mouth of this unremarkable Chinese in front of them, so they planned to end it.

"This man is a well-known gangster in the neighborhood, I don't know how he died in your room today, but I suggest you try to be careful lately, because he has some friends who are also deadly things." Cell's fat hand reached out and patted Mo Lei's shoulder.

The skinny policeman on the side smiled a little grimly.

"But I don't know what's going on." Mo Lei whispered in horror, "I just want to come over to inherit the inheritance, and I also want to get out of here quickly." ”

"I'm afraid it won't be soon, Mr. Mo, your documents will be temporarily detained with us, and when we investigate and make it clear that this matter really has nothing to do with you, we will naturally return it to you." Sayll paused, "As for what they are looking for you to take revenge on or what they are doing, it doesn't matter if you know it or not, they don't care if you're innocent or not." ”

"Who let him die in your house?" The skinny policeman added, but gave Cell's glare a fierce low.

Sail took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Mo Lei, "The first column above this is my office phone number, and the lower column is my personal phone number, if you have any questions, you can find me in time, I suggest that if you encounter something wrong, please hide first, and then contact me, don't be reckless, is there a problem?" ”

Mo Lei nodded, took the business card, and looked at Bernikin again. He knew from Bernikin's eyes that the documents would definitely not be returned for the time being.

"Okay."

"Welcome to the jungle, Mr. Mo, I wish you peace and God bless you." Cell's sturdy body pulled out of the sofa with difficulty again, moved the holster behind him, and handed his hand to Mo Lei.

Mo Lei stretched out his left hand, then awkwardly changed to his right hand and shook it with Cell. Cell, smiling quietly, beckoned the skinny policeman to turn away.

"What is this?" The little policeman stood in front of the portrait of Guan Gong, grabbed the wordless spirit card, and threw it in his hand.

Mo Lei's originally smiling face became dangerous in an instant, and his eyes were cold.

"Please put it down."

"Oh?" The skinny policeman tossed the spirit card in his hand, "This ......"

"Team leader Weila, this is a tablet used by Chinese to worship their dead relatives, it is very sacred, please put it down." Bernikin looked at Mo Lei, who suddenly tensed all over, and hurriedly walked over to take the spirit card from the thin policeman's hand, and carefully placed it on the coffee table.

"You say you're a lawyer, right? I don't care what you are. The skinny policeman suddenly smiled at Bernikin, revealing white teeth, fine and neat, like some kind of beast.

Bernikin's face turned pale.

Celle looked at Mo Lei, who had returned to normal, with deep meaning, and turned around and walked out of the door.

"Thank you, do you know them?" After they were all gone, Mo Lei looked at Bernikin curled up on the sofa

"You're welcome, you're all Chinese, and we're all in the same spirit. The fat man's name was Cell, and he was the head of the town's bureau. The little man's name is Willa, and he is the leader of the criminal team, and the one at the door ......"

Mo Lei raised his hand to stop Bernikin's continued introduction,

"Alright, Bernie, do you have any stories I want to tell me?"