After entering the electronic door of the police station on weekends, I saw Mu Dai Nai sitting at the desk at a glance.

The woman looked dazed, staring at the floor one meter beside her without moving. The most basic and most overlooked action of "blinking" can make her look slightly moved like awoke, and then fell into deep thought.

"Kerry, are you okay?"

The first weekend when I rushed back to the police station during non-working hours, my first reaction was to ask about Christina's condition. She was so strange.

Christina, who slowly looked up, saw that she slowly got up on the weekend and hugged her directly after the weekend approached.

This is a hug without any emotion, and even friendship is lacking. When I was hugged on the weekend, I didn’t feel the comforting value of myself. Instead, I felt that Christina was just looking for something to rely on or hug.

"It's all over," he said.

Frightened?

Will Christina, a shrew who dares to chase the gun dealer with a gun and is not afraid of bullets flying from afar while running, and can still shoot and fight back?

The stiffness made people wonder if I was holding a piece of wood when my palms touched Christina's body.

One minute? Two minutes?

I don’t know how long it took for the weekend, but he could clearly feel that the greater the power he was holding Christina, the more relaxed Christina’s body would be. This phenomenon can only be explained by the fact that Christina cannot feel the sense of security in the police station, and only in the arms of the person she trusts. A policeman who just caught an important human trafficker actually didn’t feel the sense of security when he returned to the police station after the arrest!

As a partner, he could only suspect something that Christina couldn't accept during the arrest on the weekend. Thinking of Hans's daring to shoot at the police while running away, the fire that he couldn't hold back suddenly erupted.

Who would have the heart to ask Christina at this time what happened?

"Okay, OK."

I was wearing plain clothes on the weekend and released it a little while hugging hard. When Christina obviously relieved a little, she said: "This time you are a hero, no one will share the bonus with you. Don't worry, I will interrogate Hans immediately. When the photos are checked, I found the murderer. You are the one who provides clues to the murderer. Do you remember that Derek once promised a large sum of money that will allow you to support it for at least two years, and you don't have to worry about Dust's tuition for two years."

Having fulfilled his obligation to be friends, he let go of Christina on the weekend and turned to the prisoner's custody room, where Bob and his partner were waiting.

"What's wrong with Kerry Zhou?" Bob asked weekend at the door of the prisoner's detention room.

Looking back at the weekend, he found that after Christina returned to her original position in her arms, she returned to her original state, and that brief relaxation did not work.

"She may need a psychiatrist."

"Bob, uh..." asked in a low voice over the weekend, "When you arrived at the scene, were there any signs of fighting in the room?"

Bob looked at the angle of 45° diagonally above and recalled hard. In the end, he gave up: "Zhou, I don't know how to describe it. We were patrolling and heard gunshots far away. Then the radio told us that someone called the police and said gunshots came from the neighbor's house. When I rushed over, I saw Christina pointing guns at Hans. She told me that this guy was shooting at the police while chasing him, so we gave her a chance to retaliate."

"In other words, from entering the scene to leaving, you just set up a cordon around the house, waiting for tomorrow to take the forensic department to collect evidence from the two big guys to work? You didn't even see what the scene looked like?"

"It's basically the case, but I'm just a patrolman, that's not my duty."

Standing outside the prisoner's custody room on the weekend, he looked at Hans with blood on his face. He could guess that it was Christina's move: "It seems that I can only ask him."

"Bob, I'm going to examine Hans."

Bob said with a smile: "It's better to start with it gently. If Hans reaches the point where he has to go to the hospital, we can't explain it."

I understood on the weekend, "I understand."

Click.

Bob turned around and opened the door of the prisoner's detention room, and said to Hans here, "You, come out, happy time is here."

Hans was already drowsy after being beaten by Christina with a baton. His injuries and the troubles of the night were already exhausted, but he actually encountered an interrogation in the middle of the night. He didn't know that Montek's patrol officers had no right to interrogate, unless they were on the scene to interrogate or had a superior sign the confession.

After walking out of the prisoner's custody room, Hans said, "I am willing to answer all your questions. Who can give me a cup of coffee."

Bob was laughing, and grabbed Hans' back collar over the weekend and carried him to the interrogation room upstairs.

bump.

When he entered the interrogation room and handcuffed Hans' handcuffs to the iron pipe that was put on the table on the weekend, Hans didn't need to be tried at all, and he began to snore: "I know what you are going to ask. In the past two months, I have only sold two 45-caliber magazines to the same person. After that, a murder case occurred in the town. I am willing to cooperate with you to identify the murderer, but I have the conditions. I hope you will turn me into a dirty witness. My accusations in court can help you put this pervert in prison, right?" Hans said at this moment without his brain sorting out his brain. He said something he was speechless and he wanted to say everything he knew.

"Did you take action against the police?" After the weekend, he didn't even ask the clues of the murder case of the broken foot, and asked directly about what happened tonight: "The woman who pointed a gun at you, and the female policeman resisted when she broke into your house and arrested you? Did you beat her? Did you?"

"I don't!"

Hans refused to admit it: "She knocked off the door lock with her gun and rushed into the room. As soon as she met, I knelt on the ground. I could see the sight of the sight pointing at my eyebrows at night, and imagine the bullets in the gun chamber. How dare I fight back at that moment?"

"But when we arrested you, two guns were aimed at you, but you shot and fired back!" pointed at Hans over the weekend and roared: "How do you explain!"

"I, I..."

Hans had no way to explain, so he could only use his expertise: "By my gun knowledge, after knowing your Colt shooting distance, firing back only suppresses your chasing speed..."

“ball-**!”

Thinking about the problem on the weekend is based on his own habits and known worlds. He believes that a person who dares to fight with the police while running away is definitely likely to fight to the death when he is arrested for the second time.

After taking out the key, he stepped forward and opened Hans' handcuffs, pinched his neck with one hand and twisted his hand behind his back. When he controlled Hans, he pulled him out of the prisoner's position and pressed him hard on the glass of the interrogation room.

Hans' face was crushed, and all the flesh was squeezed on the glass. At this moment, a gloomy voice came from his ears: "See? Did you see that woman with a dull look? She was still happy when patrolling me during the day like a sparrow that had just learned to fly. You, Mom, show me her present and see her in a daze!"

"Tell me, what's wrong with her!"

"You hit her?"

"Or attempt to force her - rape her?"

"You, he, mom, speak!"

Hans could see something when he squeezed his whole face on the glass. As he squeezed hard on the weekend, he could not see anything long ago: "I didn't, this time I really didn't, I surrendered as soon as I met."

"I don't have time to talk nonsense to you."

Click.

He pulled Hans back on the weekend, handcuffed his handcuffs to the table, and turned around and walked out of the interrogation room: "Who has a nylon rope?"

Bob looked up at the weekend standing on the railing on the second floor and said, "What do you want that thing? I should have a drawer, which I left behind when I arrested theft gang last time."

"Hey." Bob threw the tied blue rope on it. The rope was thinner: "Don't forget to turn off the power when you do it later, otherwise you will be recorded. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

"Thanks."

After catching the rope on the weekend, I pulled out the power of the surveillance computer in the interrogation room. When I walked back to the interrogation room, I threw the rope on the table and said, "This is your last chance, otherwise, you may not be able to bear the exotic taste."

"What are you going to do?" Hans pulled the table back hard, and the "crunch" sound of the table rubbing against the ground under his strong drag was particularly annoying.

"You must not know that there is a banned interrogation method in China, nor do you know where. Anyone who has been in the police for more than ten years has a skill of playing ropes. This skill is called 'rope'." On the weekend, while she quickly unzipping the rope, she took the time to lift her eyelids and looked at Hans and said, "It tastes good."
Chapter completed!