"Mr. Rick, please cooperate with us!" The newly promoted deputy sergeant of the Eastern District tried to make a threatening and rigid expression. It's a pity that the lack of experience and his own knowledge makes it seem that there is really no deterrent effect for him to do this.

With his hands on the cold and hard wooden table of the police station, Rick looked relaxed and smiled at the newly appointed deputy sergeant: "Mr. Deputy Sergeant, since you have said that you are 'cooperating' work, then you shouldn't ask questions with such a bad attitude." Rick was like a guest at an old friend's house, his expression was warm and unhurried.

The deputy sheriff was also forced to find a breakthrough from Rick.

The police pig Coffey used the manor case to get himself out of the police station. took over the deputy sergeant in front of him, who had just been promoted.

Speaking of which, the deputy sergeant has also been working for more than ten years. In addition to his bad background, he has no experience in officialdom, so he is indeed very suitable to take over.

The deputy sergeant rubbed his red, bloodshot eyes, looking tired, like a boar who had been forced to mate overnight.

The voice was low, like wrapped in cinders, hoarse and low: "Someone exposed, you didn't save you in the outing case, and you obtained important evidence to conceal it and didn't report it" reiterated the reason for inviting Rick again, the deputy sheriff pressed his hands on the hard wooden table, making himself look down at Rick, and his voice gradually lost patience: "You'd better think clearly and answer!" "Loosen the collar, the deputy sergeant, who was a little uncomfortable because of staying up late, was going to take a nap for a while, dry this hard bone, and come back for another trial.

The door closed, and the entire interrogation room was plunged into a dimly lit environment, oppressive and dreary.

The interrogation room had no windows, only rudimentary ventilation. The old "crunching" sound tormented the eardrum and nerves of the interrogator.

When people stay here for a long time, they will feel restless and restless.

A lot of people died in the outing case, more than Rick expected.

Yinhui Academy itself is a collection of huge forces. Being able to go to school there is either rich or expensive.

Not to mention Rick's participation in that outing, he was also reported to have died and concealed important evidence

Rick's identity as a wizard, Coffey knows, and the arrogant man should also inform the city lord. Then those who dare to do it to themselves at this time can only be those big forces.

The pain of losing a child can easily make people lose their coolness.

The whistleblower was vicious, blaming the death of those students on Rick's "death without help". Instead, those monsters were downplayed to a minimum.

This apparently hostile, or rather trying to fade the monster out of sight, made Rick feel a little overshadowed.

It was as if there was a black hand that pushed Rick to the crest of the waves.

Maybe being killed by a monster is very sad and infuriating. But if someone sees death and doesn't save him, it is likely that people will vent this grief and anger on that unlucky guy.

A little turbidity squeezed out of his chest, and the dirty and dreary interrogation room did not make Rick feel anything negative.

Fingertips ran over the cold, hard interrogation table, on which were carved crooked names and curses.

"Mike is here!"

"I curse the leaking bastard!"

Leaning back slightly, to sit more comfortably, Rick began to mutter.

The whole thing is not as simple as a single whistleblower

"Where is he?! Where's that executioner!! I'm going to break his neck with my own hands!! The angry roar of a bull echoed through the solemn police station.

The sound of footsteps like a volcanic eruption came to the interrogation room.

The deputy sheriff was as powerless as cotton to dissuade, and there was a sound at the door of the interrogation room: "Mr. Jason, please calm down, we have interrogated the suspect as quickly and strictly. ”

"The fastest? The strictest?! The veins on Jason's head were like a tightrope, and his whole face was almost on the face of the deputy sheriff.

Looking at Mr. Jason, who was like a volcano, the deputy sergeant was like a eunuch without eggs, explaining softly.

"Bang"

After a heavy kick on the door, the overwhelmed wooden door groaned and slammed against the wall.

A middle-aged man with a pale face and bags under his eyes like two black grapes barged in with red eyes.

His eyes slightly adjusted to the dim environment, and the middle-aged man, who was vaguely similar to Jason's classmates, saw Rick sitting in a chair with his eyes closed.

Like an activated shrine, Rick shook his eyelids and slowly opened his eyes.

Looking up and down, Rick quickly came to a conclusion that the person in front of him was just a little rich.

Boots tanned in calfskin have a dull color and acceptable workmanship. A fairly well-fitting silk luxury dress, the style was popular a few years ago. The workmanship is good, but it lacks the atmosphere and delicate techniques of high-end luxury clothing.

The gold ring on the finger lacks maintenance and looks a little dull. Slightly rough skin and often work outdoors.

Mr. Jason wasn't as calm as Rick, and he still had time to look at what the other man was wearing.

His eyes were wide open, his breath was short, the corners of his eyes and lips trembled, and he looked very unstable.

The next moment he saw Rick, he roared like a hungry wolf and pounced on Rick.

The thick interrogation table in the middle did not stop the angry father!

"Executioner, I'm going to kill you!!"

Mr. Jason's voice was slick, and it was clear that the loss of his son had made the wealthy businessman lose his mind.

If you are a normal person, you should retreat and explain when faced with a father who is so sad and angry. But is Rick an ordinary person? Apparently not.

"Bang!"

An old punch, without fancy, without mercy, slammed into Mr. Jason's face full of pathos.

His face bloomed, his nose bleeded, and Mr. Jason was stunned. staggered and half-leaned on the table, and his voice was like a chrysanthemum that had been exploded, and he was violently raised: "You dare to hit someone?!" ”

Rick shook off the nosebleed from the back of his hand and wiped it from the corner of the interrogation table. His eyes were as kind as ever, and his low and beautiful magnetic voice made it impossible to believe that he was the one who started the beating: "Mr. Jason, I'm just asking you to calm down." Pursing his lips, Rick then smiled, "Look, aren't you going to calm down now?" ”

Jason felt a breath in his chest and went straight to his head. washed all the calmness and composure on weekdays into the large intestine. The sudden green tendons made Mr. Jason look a little hideous: "Calm down? Calm down asshole!! I'll kill you!! ”

Lunging at Rick again, Mr. Jason flails his fist, ready to strike first.

"Bang!"

It's another old punch, right in the bull's-eye.

Jason is missing two front teeth, and his speech is a little leaky: "Daren, hit someone!" Unable to beat the other party, Jason had to call in the deputy sheriff who was hiding outside the door.

The deputy sheriff has been hiding outside with a dark face, just to grab Rick's pigtails.

Hearing this, he immediately jumped in.