When an unprecedented scream came from the Montek Police Station late at night, all the policemen on night shift and those locked in the prisoner's custody room looked up to the interrogation room on the second floor, because they had never heard this sound. Even though this scream had forced into their ears through the increase in decibel numbers, these people still could not imagine what kind of situation Hans would need to encounter in order to make similar sounds.

"Ao!!!"

Just one scream, and after a scream, Hans' scream was connected into pieces.

"ah!**!!"

"You're ah, ah! This is a damn murder!"

Bob stared at the upstairs and said to himself: "The first time a damn bastard in prison was forced to do it - the screams of rape would not be so miserable. What exactly did Zhou do?"

In fact, it was very simple to do on the weekend, just tie the nylon rope to Hans and then tie a knot that will tighter the more you struggle.

At this time, the extremely thin nylon rope would be strapped into Hans' flesh. The rope buckle that struggled tighter and tighter made him experience the extremely paralyzed pain in the part strapped by the rope every minute and every moment.

Everyone may have experienced numbing their legs when squatting in the toilet. The rope is to tighten the blood vessels after being strapped into the flesh with a rope. The paralysis caused by poor blood flow will accumulate to the highest point within a period of time. This paralysis will instantly penetrate into people's hearts. Therefore, every skilled old detective in China knows that the rope cannot be put on for a certain period of time, otherwise it will be disabled.

For those who are tied, the paralysis of the rope will exceed the pain of the rope being pulled into the flesh. However, no one knows that once the rope is untied, the inductance through which blood begins to flow slowly will be even more unbearable. More importantly, the scars produced by the rope will always be at the deepest position of the shoulder socket. When the scab is formed, the blood scab will leave after a slight movement.

"Let me go!"

"Let me go!!"

The sound was like a knife sharpened and only came out of his throat. Every time Hans rolled, his pain worsened. His forehead was covered with sweat in just a few minutes. His closed eyes filled the corners of his eyebrows with wrinkles. When he couldn't bear it, he suddenly opened his eyes by being paralyzed. The blood in his eyes could tell everyone that he was closing his eyes harder just now.

"I, I, I, I, I will tell you!"

"I'm forcibly raped her."

"I hit her."

"I, I, I, rushed over as she came in and held the gun, threw her to the ground, and then... I admit whatever you say, as long as you write it in the transcript, I will sign it, **, let me go!!!"

broken!

Hearing this on the weekend, he rushed over and untied the rope, and he had already forced Hans to talk nonsense.

The rope can make the hardest prisoner remember all the crimes committed by six years old. No one can accept this pain, and it can also make a prisoner with a weak will admit all crimes during the police questioning, just because he does not want to suffer. The difference lies in whether the prisoner is making up for the crime in pain. At this time, as long as there is a little unreasonable point, then what the tied person says is not true.

Hans must be lies. No matter how Christina enters the room, she must be in a state of ready for combat to draw out her gun to aim. This is the basic quality of a policeman. At this time, Hans said that he rushed over and was talking nonsense. When he was in training, the American police were taught to shoot immediately once they encountered danger, and even the suspected dangers were to shoot, and there was no step to fire a gun to warn. During the shooting training, the police's first shooting position was the torso. This position was between the chest and the lower abdomen. I was afraid that the criminals would not die immediately when they were hit for the first time. This kind of shooting training was not carried out in a single shot, but between three to five shots in a row... If all this was true, Hans rushed towards Christina in the same room. At this moment, he should be the dead man with gun holes all over his gun.

No matter where Hans sees, he will tell the information of these people on weekends, and Hans always stares at a photo for a while and then leaves.

"He's not here."

Bob looked at the weekend strangely when he heard this and said nothing.

Hans was extremely nervous about this, and he was afraid that the rope would be put back on him: "What I said is true. The person who bought my magazine and silencer is a rich man. He is willing to buy these things at twice the price on the market. I cannot misheard the pronunciation similar to Spanish in local slang. The person who bought bullets and silencer must be locals. In addition, I cannot see the difference between a fifteen- or six-year-old boy who is in adolescence and these people in the photos." Because Montek is extremely close to Mexico, the geographical location has long been that there are many pronunciations similar to Spanish in the language here, which also proves that Hans said is true.

"Fifteen or sixteen?" asked on the weekend. He saw the moment of fear after asking a question in Hans' eyes, and added: "I believe in you."

I was thinking about the weekend. Not only could a 15 or 16-year-old child do such a clean scene after killing Charlie, but he also knew not to leave any evidence for the cameras on the road... Then, how did he transport the body to an abandoned factory? Children of this age cannot have enough physical strength to complete all the work, it is the body of an adult.

I picked up these photos again. This weekend, not for Hans to show them, but to scan them one by one, and when he stopped his eyes on a driver sitting in a garbage truck...

"Describe this boy," asked on weekends.

Hans said in the weekend: "A young man with 15 or 16 years old, blonde hair, and a handsome guy, wearing a red T-shirt and Nike sneakers, didn't look like he came out of the poor area and looked very rich. When he bought a gun, he paid me the most neat money, and he would not wrinkle the money like those gangsters."

Bob immediately said when he heard this description: "I may remember a few guys like this. They were classmates from my nephew's middle school. There was a guy with a long chin and blonde hair. He had two theft records at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and he was caught by us."

"His chin is not long, he is still handsome." Hans denied Bob's words.

Bob continues to try: "There is another..."

"no, no." Hans continued to deny.

After Bob even said a few times, he said to the weekend: "You don't know any of you? Maybe we've seen him while patrolling."

When Bob reminded me, a figure appeared in my mind on the weekend. The figure was a little blurry, like a silhouette effect made with PS, while the scene around the child was very clear, a car that was not assembled... a car?

In an instant, the figure in my mind became clear after the weekend, but...

"No, it can't be him."

"Who?" Bob asked, "No matter who he is, can't you go to the computer downstairs to get the information out? How many minutes will this waste you?"

He walked out of the interrogation room slowly over the weekend. He knew that such a person had observed one carefully on the weekend and evaluated the child's personality.

When he walked downstairs to turn on the computer, he retrieved the file of the child who lived opposite his home in countless doubts over the weekend. At this time, Bob had already helped Hans up and the two were walking down the stairs.

"Is it him?" Zhou asked without any hope.
Chapter completed!