After Song Anbao finished speaking, Pei Qianchen lowered his head and wiped his face with his hands, inadvertently smelled the smell on his hands, rolled his eyes and almost died on the spot.

Of course, the white eyes are rolled under the table, although he Pei Qianchen is short-tempered and impulsive, but it is necessary to be a good student in front of the police, and to be a kind, harmonious and friendly teenager.

Song Anbao also seemed to have noticed the stinky problem he had neglected, and touched his nose stupidly, for this young man, he liked it very much, he was handsome, and he was willing to listen to him.

But it's a pity, why did my parents kill someone.

Isn't this child's life ruined?

"Uncle Song, I would like to ask you to help me check the testimony of my parents' interrogation."

Pei Qianchen thought, at least he had to understand what his parents were talking about, and then see what was wrong with it.

At the same time, in the detention center of Yuzhou City, Pei Shangjin was wearing cold handcuffs on his hands, his mouth was covered with a fine beard, dark circles hung on his face as if he had been beaten, and his eyes were red and bloodshot due to poor rest.

He looked up at the familiar concrete walls around him, fear magnifying in his eyes, and he held his breath as he looked at the gray door.

Gada, the door lock was flipped by the key, and the door was pushed into a fat man who looked relatively rich, wearing an ill-fitting police uniform, and his head was as smooth as a boiled egg.

He had a brown paper bag with no words in his hand, and he didn't know what was written on it.

Braised eggs, oh no, the fat man opened the door and came in, the horizontal flesh on his face showed that he was very fierce, but his eyebrows and eyes were full of weakness that did not match his figure, he opened his small eyes, and his sharp eyes looked back and forth on Pei Shangjin's body.

"Where's my wife! What did you do to my wife! ”

Pei Shangjin roared at the fat man, struggling to get up, but found that his body was bound by iron chains as always, and he was like a dog, chained to an iron stool.

The violent shaking was exchanged for the metallic sound of iron rubbing against iron, which was harsh and sharp.

He stopped struggling, for he saw that the fat man had paid no attention to him except for his heavy body hitting the stool in front of him.

This situation has continued since he was arrested, and he has been locked up here for several days, even if he doesn't understand anything, he knows that this situation is wrong, and it must be that the murderer who framed him wants to torture him to extract a confession...

He didn't worry about himself, but he was worried that Qingyu was also in the same situation as him, she was very stubborn, she never played tricks, what should she do if she suffered?

This group of people can even kill people, who knows if they will do something unconscionable.

The more Pei Shangjin thought about it, the more panicked he became, and even fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

The fat man on the opposite side took out a box of cigarettes from his trouser pocket without changing his color, opened the box, and took out one, the cigarette was different from the usual cigarettes, and the cigarette mouth was a little wet, as if it had been soaked in something.

The fat man took out a lighter, lit it and took a puff, skillfully spit out a few smoke rings, and at the moment of smoking, his decadent expression was a lot more energetic.

It is not unreasonable to say that it is "spiritual medicine".

With the spirit, the fat man took out a few pieces of paper from the brown paper bag next to him and handed them to Pei Shangjin.

"Signed."

With the cold four words, Pei Qianchen looked at the paper on his knees, and after reading it silently, his pupils dilated rapidly.

This turned out to be a confession!

It said that the criminal party was written in the name of Pei Shangjin, who was entangled in market trading and held a grudge, so he maliciously murdered the deceased Li Zhuang with a murder weapon such as a stone.

I'll drop a good girl, this content scared Pei Shangjin so much that he almost didn't spit it out, he has lived half his life without any heart, where did the murder come from, does he have that brain?

But he knew that all this was pale and powerless to prove himself, Li Zhuang was indeed entangled with people that day, but when he and Ye Yuqing arrived, the back of his head happened to fall to the ground, and he couldn't do it anymore.

At that time, the crowd around him was crowded, and I don't know whose voice said that if he didn't confess his guilt, he would kill his son.

At that time, he was so panicked that he couldn't think of anything, let alone resist the police.

Now I'm just annoyed at the stupidity of the time, even if they go to arrest their son, it will take time!

It was enough time for him to go back and send his son away.

The more nervous he is, the more confused he becomes, this is his old problem, but the white and black letters, and even the ink of the handprint, suddenly made his confused head sober up.

Can't sign, absolutely can't!

"Too!" He held back his spit and spat at the fat man's braised egg-like head, and the fat man's eyes widened, as if he had never been treated like this, and he had not recovered for a while.

He got up and kicked down the stool he was sitting on, and grabbed Pei Shangjin's collar when he stepped forward: "I'm going to Nima, do you dare to spit out labor?" ”

Pei Shangjin was out of breath by the collar, squeezed his eyes and turned his face, not looking at the fat man's hideous face, "What's the matter, you are allowed to arrest people indiscriminately and I am not allowed to vomit?" There is no heavenly reason, no king's law! ”

"Ahh Blue sky and white sun! Lang Lang Qian! There are people who have no way to see the king! Actually robbed people! You're not afraid that the police will arrest you! ”

Pei Shangjin used the sharp voice of a vegetable seller, shouting when he pulled it up, like an old duck being stepped on his toes, screaming non-stop, his neck swaying back and forth, and his hair was messed up into a chicken nest.

"Shut up!"

The fat man scratched his head in annoyance, and when he touched the door of his head, there was nothing, so he was even more irritable, so he simply took off his leather shoes, ripped off his socks and stuffed them into Pei Shangjin's mouth.

Woo woo...

A sour smell of rotten vegetables that had been rotting for a year greeted him, and there were still stones in the socks that he had brought in while walking, which creaked in Pei Shangjin's mouth.

The smell rushed straight to my head, my eyes rolled, rolled, rolled, and finally fainted, and my head hung down heavily.

The fat man laughed while holding his beer belly, and suddenly stopped, Made, where did he faint and sign it!

Why don't you learn TV dramas and get them for him yourself?

Originally, he planned to do so, knocking down with a stick, signing a word, pressing a handprint, where do you need so much tossing.

But the boss refused to do this, saying that he had to sign it when he was sober.

There was surveillance in the room, and the fat man looked up at the corner of the roof, where a pinhole camera could be faintly seen.

It is used to record the so-called confession of the guilt of the prisoner.

It's hard to do, and if you go down with this sock, you'll have to sleep until tomorrow.

"Tsk, how could I be unlucky!"

The fat man scratched his head irritably, the little fox was still waiting for him to drink, what a delay!

I really couldn't help it, so I took out my mobile phone and dialed a call: "Hey, boss, I made people dizzy, what should I do." ”

A deliberately lowered voice came from the other side: "Don't worry about him yet, he's easy to do, he's a strict wife, as long as he convinces his wife, he will be obedient." ”

"Okay, then I'll go to Ye Yuqing first!"