Half an hour later, Sugisawa appeared inside the Nancheng Police Station.

A miserable white incandescent lamp shone on Sugisawa's face, and the already handsome face was even more angular when illuminated by the strong light.

"Name, age, gender."

"Sugisawa, 18 years old."

The officer frowned and asked again:

"Gender."

"Can't you see the handle."

"Are you suspected of murder now, or killing multiple people, give me a serious point."

Sugisawa was a little helpless, but replied anyway.

"Yes, sir, male."

"What is the identity?"

"High school junior, ready to go to college."

The vigilante glanced at Sugisawa and spoke again:

"Tell me why you want to kill?"

"Please, Sir, can you figure it out, they want to kill me, I'm just defending myself."

Sugisawa and this vigilante are constantly tugging at these meaningless topics.

Through the glass outside the interrogation room, the two men were watching the interrogation at the moment.

"Director Sun, you have to be the master of my son, he died in the hands of this murderer, he is your nephew, you have to kill this Sugisawa to avenge your nephew."

Outside the glass are Sun Changzhi, the director of the Public Security Department, and Wang Chuan's father, Wang Youcai.

"Brother, don't worry, we will definitely not let this kid go when Wang Chuan is dead, there is no monitoring on this side of the scene, so what it really looks like is not up to us."

"Thank you, Director Sun."

......

"I have said it, I am justifiable defense, you yourself turn over Article 342 of the Federal Law, when life is violated, you can exercise unlimited defense."

At this time, the communicator in the security officer's hand rang, and he wanted to hang up, but after seeing that it was the director's phone, he flatteringly answered it.

"Director, eh, it's me, it's me, okay, I understand, eh, okay, okay."

Sugisawa looked at the flattery on the police officer's face, and suddenly disliked this security officer.

I saw that after he hung up the phone, he said directly to the recorder next to him.

"All the previous interrogation records have been deleted, how can I say how you write."

The video recording equipment in the venue was turned off.

Sugisawa suddenly felt something bad at this time.

Sure enough, the vigilantes directly helped Sugisawa reshape a story.

The general meaning is that after Sugisawa saw that Wang Chuan and others were carrying a huge amount of money, he had bad intentions and directly released his painting demon to kill Wang Chuan and his party.

Sugisawa saw that the security officer was directing and acting over there, and he didn't care about Sugizawa.

So a case confession of tens of thousands of words appeared in front of Sugizawa's eyes, describing how Sugisawa committed the crime and what the motive for the crime was.

With this confession, he came to Sugisawa and wanted Sugisawa to press his handprint.

Sugisawa would rather die than press his handprint to sign it.

"If you want to suffer less flesh and skin, you can press and sign quickly."

"You are slander! That's not what I said at all. ”

"Don't toast and don't eat and drink, little brother, we are all workers, and we arranged it from above, so you can only blame yourself for offending people who shouldn't be offended."

Seeing that Sugisawa was always reluctant to admit this matter, these security guards really planned to move directly.

After handcuffing Sugisawa's hands through special locks, the vigilantes picked up a rattan whip from the torture cabinet, which is said to be found in every police station.

Legend has it that it was studied through the structure of a special painting treasure, which can magnify the pain of human flesh dozens of times, and is generally used for whipping.

"You're a trick! Federal law provides that ...... may not be used during interrogations"

Before Sugisawa could finish speaking, the whip had already whipped at him.

Although the pain was painful, Sugisawa was a little relieved, and it was nothing compared to the pain caused by the coercion he endured in the painting.

But his mouth could only shout very cooperatively, there was no way, if they waited to see that there was no effect, and Sugisawa would not know what kind of effect it would be.

"Sir, you lighten it!"

"Ahhh

Sugizawa's shouting was so poignant that the shouting made the security officer a little unbearable, but the strength of his hand did not become lighter.

After hundreds of whippings, the aura in the security officer's body was about to be exhausted, but Sugisawa still had no intention of compromising in the slightest.

At this time, the door to the interrogation room was pushed open.

A middle-aged man with a body full of flesh walked in.

"Director Sun, Director Sun, you're here, this kid still doesn't want to let go."

"I've seen it all, get out of here, I'll come."

"Yes, Director."

The young vigilante respectfully handed the whip in his hand to the chief and left the interrogation room.

"Little brute, sign and press obediently."

Sugisawa sneered and said:

"It turns out that you are the director of the dog bureau, are you very happy to be the dog of the Wang family?"

Hearing Sugizawa's words, Director Sun didn't expect it at all, and instantly became furious, picked up the whip in his hand and whipped Sugisawa at it.

The director's cultivation should have reached the level of a demon painter, and this time the whipping was obviously much more painful than the previous little police officer.

Sugisawa's skin was drawn one by one in an instant.

But I always saw that Sugisawa was unwilling to let go, and Director Sun was also a little tired.

He simply threw the whip in his hand on the ground.

Turning around and getting a cigar cutter, he looked at Sugisawa with a smirk on his face, and said:

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, since we don't want to go through the program, we can also slowly play to death."

To tell the truth, Sugisawa was a little panicked, although the wound could heal quickly with his ability, but he couldn't be reborn with a broken finger.

"Aren't you afraid that the Demon Inquisition will ask you to confess?"

"Young man, you are still too naïve, will the Demon Inquisition take care of a dead person, when the time comes, we will directly say that your battle is too fierce, and you will be almost dead when you are brought back to the security office."

"Then aren't you afraid that they will examine my injuries?"

"Hahaha, you are fighting with more than a dozen people, how normal it is to be injured, anyway, you are dead, it's not up to us to decide, hahaha."

Sugisawa was already wet with cold sweat behind him at the moment, he didn't expect this to be such a dark world.

If justice is not upheld within the Department of Sheriffs, it is very likely that the real bad guys will not be punished as they deserve.

But this is not the time for Sugisawa to think so much.

Director Sun had already forcibly broken Sugisawa's fingers, and saw that the cigar cutter was about to put on Sugisawa's fingers.