Before the old detective could react, two young policemen in the police force had already escorted people to the lounge, two of them were wearing brand-new T-shirts of solid color, and their bodies were twisted and thrown in front of the old detective to varying degrees.

"Oh, it's you." At this time, he realized that these two people were the thugs who escaped from the detention center not long ago and were caught by himself in Xialong Town.

As soon as the two raised their heads, they saw a row of policemen in front of them, staring at them. This frightened them, and the two gave up their struggle, and sat down on the ground, shaking their heads in despair.

"That's bad luck." One of them scolded. The other nodded yes, and the two of them didn't look at the old detective.

"It's called Huzi, right?" The old detective ordered the door to be locked, and the two of them were untied. Despite the strong opposition of his own guards, the old man did not care at all.

"Forgive them for not having the guts." The old criminal policeman was very confident, and the captain of the internal guard, who was ready to watch the play at the beginning, pretended to have nothing to do with him and took a nap on the side.

Huzi couldn't wait to loosen his wrist, to say that he was also unlucky enough, and when he came out of the bureau with his younger brother, he easily made up his mind to go back to Xialong Town to report a message, but he didn't expect to be arrested halfway through.

"I told you a long time ago that you can't go this way." Huzi didn't accept the love of the old criminal policeman at all, as soon as he let go of his arm, he roared out at the top of his throat, he was the tattooed brother next to him.

"It's your idea to go highway." The tattooed brother refused to back down, and the two almost quarreled over this.

"I mean, along the elevated road, there's no need to go into the toll booth." Huzi stood up and grabbed the tattooed brother's collar, and both of them had red veins.

The tattooed guy muttered something, and his face turned red.

"Isn't there a place to eat? We didn't even eat a meal since we came out. He complained.

"Eat?" Huzi and the tattooed brother scuffled together, and the two grabbed each other's clothes, but they were not very willing to use their fists, and they wrestled and rolled together. "Okay now, the strips will eat with you, escort you, satisfied?"

"Ahem." The old criminal policeman knew that if he left the two of them alone, his face would be lost, so he took the two away one by one. The two of them, who had always been unconvinced by each other's strength, looked very relaxed, but simply surrendered to the two.

"Okay, okay, I'll ask." He carried them and put them on the stool together. "This is the first time we've met, Huzi? Or do you want me to call Brother Tiger? ”

The old detective's voice was very indifferent, but Huzi knew in his heart that this guy was angry or excited, his face was lifeless, and you could never guess what he wanted to do.

"Hmm. You, you, call me Huzi. Huzi's hair stood on end, and it was not at all uncomfortable to be stared at by this old man, and he decided to smile, but he was too unskilled in it, and the corners of his mouth twitched, which was more ugly than crying.

"Looks kind." He twisted his lips and said with a big smile and some slurred words.

"Gotta got, gotcha, Huzi." The old criminal policeman put on an expression that he couldn't stand this stupid boy, waved his hand, and asked, "We are also old acquaintances, Huzi, I said that I would invite you back to the bureau for two days to drink tea, why did you say that you would just leave?" ”

Huzi broke out in a cold sweat, and his mouth trembled and stuttered.

"I, I, I. This one. "His eyes are rolling and he wants him to admit that he escaped from the detention center? This is not good, Huzi's heart is bright, this is a prison escape, and the crime he committed is much more serious than his fighting. But make up a lie? Huzi looked at the iron green

The old man with a colored face muttered in his heart.

"It's not realistic." Hu Zixin said. "This old fox is waiting for me to lie, so that I may be punished for my sin."

"Me." Huzi had an idea, had a plan, and made up his mind not to tell the truth, so he mixed some real goods, added some condiments, and talked about it half-truthfully. "Am I not worrying about the government?"

"Oh, share the worries." The old criminal policeman patted Huzi on the shoulder and said with a smile. "Then I have to thank you, comrade."

Huzi's forehead was sweating, and it quickly wiped off the top of his head, his tongue was steaming, and his face was also flushed red, it seemed that his three-legged cat was not enough for this old man to stuff his teeth.

"Well, officer, don't get me wrong, we didn't come out without permission." Huzi turned his face away, and his hands were tightly twisted and sweating.

"Oh, so somebody let you go?" The old detective keenly captured Huzi's every move, and even the frequency of his breathing and sweat could not escape these eyes.

"Hmm!" Huzi nodded emphatically. "This, yes, yes!"

Huzi swore an oath, patted his chest and said: "You are a police officer, just, the detention center will take care of us, yes, it's him!" ”

"Him?" The old detective's face showed a look of shock. "Are you sure it's him?"

"Yes!" Huzi knew that of course the police officer would not prove to himself, but at this time, he pushed the guilt on the little police officer, and he couldn't tell how to say it at that time, even if this old police officer was a god, he couldn't always favor his own people.

"He was the one who let us out! At the time, at that time, yes, he was smoking cigarettes and drinking. Huzi said casually, not feeling that there was anything wrong with him.

"Brother...... You say the opposite, it's drinking and smoking. The tattooed brother tugged at the hem of Huzi's clothes, and the two glared at each other cowardly, but the old criminal policeman exclaimed.

"Is this true?" His eyelids twitched.

"Of course." Huzi felt that there was a play, and most of this old guy believed it. "Otherwise, how are we going to get out, you can think about it."

The old criminal policeman showed a bitter look on his face, took out a cigarette from his pocket, Huzi's eyes were quick, this time his eyesight was there, and he immediately took out the metal lighter and lit the cigarette for the old criminal policeman.

"Yo, lad." The old detective took a puff of cigarette and focused his eyes on the lighter in Huzi's hand. "He's not old, this guy isn't small, this thing isn't cheap."

Huzi smiled and scratched his head.

"I'll tell you, officer, it's a piece of bastard." He took out the lighter, played with it in his hand, pushed open the top cover, and with a "poof" in his hand, he cut the cigarette butt again, and the crimson flames twisted his waist in the air.

"A cargo? Who do you listen to? The old detective blinked, his brow furrowed.

"A friend sent it, and I told it when I sent it. Hey, just take it out and pretend to play with it, who cares if it's real or not. You see, just like us, the road bastard head and don't roll on the belt of the trouser for a living, how can we use this thing. Huzi said in a low voice. I also played with my friends. ”

"Oh, that's right." The old detective glanced at the lighter in Huzi's hand. "Then your friend is quite generous."

"Those who are mixed in the road have to be righteous." Huzi was quite proud.

"Oh, righteous anger." The old detective took another sip and said indifferently. "Then I don't understand, two, since there is a righteous spirit in the road, if someone is kind to the two, how should the two of them repay it."

Huzi didn't think about it, and patted

The chest said: "Don't ask, it's a brother, that is, a knife in both ribs, and it is not as important to owe people money as to owe people friendships." ”

"Oh, that's right." The old detective squinted at the two of them, and suddenly squeezed out a few words from his mouth, word by word. "Then I don't understand, why do you want to kill you."

"Dead Hand?" Huzi was stunned. "What a dead hand."

"Isn't that clear to me?" The old detective dusted off his cigarette ash and said. "Just my three colleagues, you just said they let you out, right?"

Huzi swallowed his saliva and nodded.

"Then tell me, why did all three of you die after you disappeared from the detention center?" The old detective's tone was calm and indifferent, but there was magic in his words that could not be doubted.

"Dead?" Despite this, Huzi still didn't believe it. "How is that possible!"

"Don't believe me?" The old criminal policeman grinned and said with a smile: "Then I'll take you to identify the body and see if there is a misunderstanding." ”

As he spoke, he grabbed the wrists of the two of them, and saw that he was about to drag the two of them to "identify the corpses", but the tiger fell to the ground with a plop, his eyes were empty, and his focus was scattered.

"Impossible! Officer, me, they were fine when we left! Huzi shouted at the top of his voice.

The old detective shook his head regretfully, spread his hand and said. "To be honest, I really want to believe you, young man, and besides, a bad old man like me, who is thinking about getting off work early every day, has long wanted to work overtime for this kind of murder, what kind of mystery case."

"Tired, who isn't tired." The old detective circled the two of them. "But it's okay, it's easy to say, this is my colleague's accident, the old man, I'm going to retire, this is also to catch the ducks on the shelves, to catch the criminals, don't you say?"

The old criminal policeman turned his head, and there was a police force of twenty people lined up behind him, standing densely and straight, the guy in his hand was shining with a black metallic luster, the chamber of the gun was shining like paint, and there seemed to be murderous aura in everyone's eyes.

Huzi raised his head and glanced at these police officers, and his legs were so weak that he couldn't move anymore.

"Officer Officer!" He shouted. "I beg for mercy."

Huzi never dreamed that one day there would be so many black and pressed strips to arrest him, and this treatment could only be better than that of the "big brother" back then. "I'll be honest!"

"Tell me honestly?" The old detective said with a look of surprise: "Isn't what we said just now the truth?" ”

The tiger terrier was in his throat, and he was directly choked back by the old criminal policeman's question, he trembled and didn't dare to say anything, but the tattooed brother next to him took the lead in softening.

"Yes, yes! Sir, yes! The tattoo boy was a little incoherent, and he hurriedly said, "That's right." We, we escaped, those three officers, we, we just knocked them out! Really, we didn't do anything ruthless! We didn't kill anyone! ”

Huzi also chimed in.

"Oh, no killing." The old detective wandered a few steps, and when he came to the two of them, the two of them were already hunched over, and they were soft to the ground, only trembling in fear. "To be honest, I'd love to believe you, how easy it is."

"However, the police still have a rule." The old detective said helplessly. "We have to talk about evidence, it's such a weird problem, you say, what should we do?"

The two looked at each other, unable to make up their minds.

The old detective squatted down, his head burrowed into the two of them, and said with a low smile.

"You can also get a witness."