Chapter 335: Guns

"Smack!"

The No. 8 interrogation room suddenly fell into darkness, followed by a crackling sound, Yang Zhengxiang stood up in fright, "Hey, what are you doing, what are you doing, I'm not afraid, yes, I have a lawyer!" ”

"Smack!"

A light lit up in the dark interrogation room and shot directly into Yang Zhengxiang's eyes, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly stretched out his hand to block it.

"What's the noise, the police station can't have a power outage!" The light shone up from under Ah Jin's chin, and the feeling of his green face and fangs startled Yang Zhengxiang.

"Hahahaha." Huang Zhicheng and others, who were watching the surveillance footage outside, burst into laughter.

To deal with rich people like Yang Zhengxiang, they have this little trick.

"Huang sir, the suspect in interrogation room 3 finally spoke." A female police officer walked over and said with a smile on her face.

Huang Zhicheng's eyes swept over the No. 3 screen, it was the company executive with glasses, "What do you say?" ”

"He's having a tryst with someone else's wife at a hotel at noon." The female police officer pouted.

"It's so cool!" Huang Zhicheng blurted out, the female police officer's eyes widened, and the surroundings also looked over, Huang Zhicheng coughed and said seriously: "This kind of person is a scumbag, relying on his own little money to do whatever he wants, playing with other people's wives, damn it, let his wife bail him!" ”

"Poof!" A police officer who was drinking coffee next to him spewed out all at once, and everyone burst into laughter.

"Sir Huang, well done!"

In the No. 7 interrogation room, Peng Yixing stood there motionless, staring at the camera above, Huang Zhicheng looked at the information in his hand, the second place in the 84 live-fire shooting competition, the result was only 0.3 seconds behind Miao Zhishun of the Wan Chai Police Station who won the first place, and the results in previous years were also outstanding.

Unemployed vagrants, perennial activities in the gun club, to help people change guns and teach others to learn to shoot to make a living, a very famous figure in the gun club, a proper gun idiot.

"Ah Jin, you go in person, ask well."

On the screen, the door to room 7 was opened, and Ah Jin walked in with another interrogator and sat down, and Huang Zhicheng motioned for the voice of No. 7 to come out.

"Mr. Peng, where were you at 12 noon?"

"I'm at home."

"When are you going to the Sovereign Hotel, half past one in the afternoon."

"Have you changed your gun yet?"

"Yes."

"What do you do now?"

"Nope."

"Look at these photos, how many can you recognize?"

Peng Yixing turned his head sharply and looked at Ah Jin with a smile, "So close?" ”

"Don't play tricks!" Ah Jin slammed Peng Yixing's head, "Don't pretend to me, do I want to show you the photos of the deceased!" ”

"I know you must have done it, you know Yang Zhengxiang, you changed the gun for him, you taught him to learn shooting, and he gave you a lot of money."

"You can obviously hit the body, and if you change to a professional killer, you will hit the heart, but you just hit the head, only a professional shooter like you will shoot the head, and you have to hit the combo, because you treat this as a game, you can't win the championship on the field, you have to win the championship in reality, you madman!" Ah Jin lay on Peng Yixing's ear and roared loudly, hoping to break the opponent's psychological defense.

Peng Yixing kept a smile on his face, casually flipped through the photos in his hand and threw them on the table, "The photos are too old to see clearly, I can't help you." ”

"Within ten seconds, you can hit 7 combos, except for Miao sir, there are you!" Huang Zhicheng looked at Peng Yixing, who looked sunny and handsome on the TV screen, and gritted his teeth and said, "Let's see, how long can I detain him." ”

"You can deduct it for 21 hours." A police officer next to him looked at his watch and said.

"Apply for a search warrant immediately, notify Azu and the people of the Forensic Identification Bureau to be on standby, and start the process as soon as there is a gain."

An hour later, Peng Yixing ...... In the thousand-square-foot mansion bought by his girlfriend Guo Liyi.

Although Peng Yixing is an unemployed vagrant, has no job and no income, he is handsome enough.

The four police officers searched back and forth carefully, and Guo Liyi sat on the sofa with a pillow in her arms expressionlessly, buttoning her nails indifferently.

After searching back and forth without finding any firearms, Azu's eyes fell on the wall, and sure enough, he found a dark grid.

After opening it, there are 16 well-assembled IPSC competition guns hanging on the wall, plus a series of accessories such as infrared scopes, the lowest value is not less than 2,000 US dollars, equivalent to more than 10,000 Hong Kong dollars, and high-end products are tens of thousands of yuan.

The guns hanging on the wall are all worth buying a thousand-foot mansion at an overall price.

……

Peng Yixing was left alone in the No. 7 interrogation room, and what he didn't know was that his girlfriend Guo Liyi was sitting in No. 6 next door.

"We found a lot of guns in your home." The female police officer sat opposite Guo Liyi, who tilted her head sideways and didn't say a word.

"You are living with a suspect, we can accuse you of conspiracy to murder at any time, and the current situation is very unfavorable for you." Female police officers continued to put pressure on Kwok.

"Can I drink water?" Guo Liyi said.

Time passed little by little, and in the second half of the night, only three of the eight interrogation rooms were still lit, namely Guo Liyi's No. 6, Peng Yixing's No. 7, and Yang Zhengxiang's No. 8.

Outside, Huang Zhicheng held a Golden Arch burger in his mouth, his eyes swept over the screens of the three interrogation rooms from time to time.

In the interrogation room, there is only a lone light, and there is nothing left including the bare walls, the soundproof design makes no sound in the interrogation room at all, people sit in it as if they are in the quietest night, they can clearly hear their own breathing and heartbeat, and being alone in this environment for a long time will cause extremely strong psychological pressure to people, which is deliberately designed for interrogation.

Of course, although Yang Zhengxiang is the mastermind behind the scenes, although he committed the crime of smuggling, although he planned this murder case, although he did all kinds of evil, he is a rich man, so he must have special treatment, and the assistant has always been by his side.

Peng Yixing still sat in place with his arms crossed, and the police neither informed him that he could go home nor interrogate him again, so they stayed up with him.

Suddenly, the door was opened, and a police officer beckoned to him, and Peng Yixing didn't ask much, so he walked out.

"Smack!" Yang Zhengxiang's No. 8 interrogation room was 'blackout' again, and the assistant scolded, "Damn the police station, have they lost all the funds, there is always a power outage." ”

A moment later, the lights came back on, and the interrogation room was lit again, only to find a person sitting across from him.

Peng Yixing!

Yang Zhengxiang subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, reached out and pushed his glasses, gritted his teeth and did not speak.

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