It was not a gangster in Korea, nor Yue Qing. This was something he didn't expect on the weekend. He could not imagine that these young college students left more than thirty bruises and seventeen knife wounds on a girl. How cruel can a normal person do such a thing?

“Now, everyone keeps quiet.”

After saying this on the weekend, I slowly added: "We will wait for the search warrant to arrive together. However, if someone knows the truth and is willing to tell the truth during this period, you should know that the police have the right to deal with it lightly."

Black people and Korean students looked at each other again after saying this on the weekend. What they didn't expect was that all these small movements were noticed by the weekend. However, time passed in this classroom in silence minute by minute, like a flowing river, which could not be taken back.

At that time, the black man was the one with the most small movements. He seemed to never know where his hands should be placed, and kept moving his fingers from his very short head, as if he was unbearable itch; the Korean college student didn't have so many movements, but his eyes were staring at the corner of the classroom without moving, as if he was trapped in his thoughts and could never pull it out.

Based on these, we can see that these college students are not very scheming, and they are far from being able to control their emotions and physical calmness before entering society. At this moment, I am afraid that these two guys will probably be thinking about the terrible consequences that will appear. On the weekend, I know that as long as I endure it for a while, someone will be unable to hold it in a short while.

“Private.”

The black man couldn't sit still and stood up and applied, "I want to go to the toilet."

"Dylan." He looked back at his colleague over the weekend and said, "Let's go with him."

Dylan reminded: "Don't think about running, I don't want to be the next Ferguson."

When the black man heard this name, he seemed to feel a threat and suddenly raised his head when he was about to leave his position. It was impossible for any black man to know about the incident of Ferguson shooting black people. The threatening meaning brought by this sentence was already here and he was almost saying, "I don't want to kill you."

Crunch.

The black man, whose face began to look increasingly ugly, opened the door and walked out. At that moment, Dylan gently poked his elbow with his elbow for the weekend, reached out and stuffed his handcuffs into his hand and said, "Give me ten minutes, I'll tell you the truth." A very obvious good was passed on. By the way, Dylan began to take off his suit, as if he was preparing for it.

"o~What are you going to do?" It is obvious that the signal received on the weekend is very high, and you start cooperating with your companions at the same second.

Zhouzhang reached out and pulled Dylan. Dylan turned to look at Zhouzhang and said, "Sometimes you have to teach these children some lessons, otherwise do you think they will tell you obediently?"

"He will sue you, Dylan.`"

Dylan said indifferently: "Let him sue, unless there is a monitor in the toilet, I just need to insist that this guy runs away. Then all actions are legal."

The moment Zhouzhang and Dylan looked up at the black man, Dylan took out his pistol. The black man heard their voices and turned around and looked at Zhouzhang slowly raised his hands and said, "No, believe me, you don't want to do this, I'm really not the murderer." How did he know that he was just nervous to go to the bathroom, but fell into the trap of the two policemen.

Dylan and the weekend skillfully used the most effective "red and white-faced" interrogation skills in the police station. The pressure this trick exerted on these students who have never seen the world can be imagined. The fear expression on the black people's faces has proved all this.

"Get into the toilet and take advantage of my mood yet."

Dylan did not aim his gun at the black college student. He just carried it, but the impatientness shown in his eyes was enough.

"Say something." Zhouzhang urged as a showman: "You have to say something, otherwise I can't stop him."

The black man slowly moved backwards, and he didn't dare to run because he wouldn't be able to run the bullet, but he didn't want to be beaten like this in the toilet: "But I don't know anything."

Over the weekend, he raised his volume without leaving any gap in his words and replied: "No, you must know something. You are all classmates, so it is impossible to hide any secrets."

"Stop talking about Zhou, this kind of guy must let him know your power to be obedient..."

"No.He's going to say it..."

"But he hasn't said it yet..."

"You don't give him any time, how can you know if he will tell you what he knows?"

The black man was stunned. He watched with his own eyes quarrel with the white detective in the corridor on the weekend. Both sides were speechless. Every sentence went into his mind through his ears. At that moment, he could not think at all.

"No, no, no, no, Zhou. I'm out of patience." Dylan suddenly stopped in the argument, and then took big strides towards the black man on the weekend.

Looking at the black man anxiously on the weekend, the black man saw Dylan's seemingly unreasonable footsteps. At that time, the voice of the weekend sounded in his ears: "Tell him what you know, don't let this impulsive bastard implicate me!"

With a roar, the black man was forced into the corner of the wall in a nervous state. Dylan pressed down and said, "Get into the toilet!"

When the hand grabbed his T-shirt on his shoulder, the black man seemed to see the tragic situation of his bruised nose and swollen face after entering the toilet. He had to drink all this and said, "I said! I said! I told you everything I know!"

bump.

The black man leaned against the wall, his legs were bent down, and his hands were blocking his chest. He didn't know whether he should push away the police in front of him. As a black man, he heard too many stories about "police are bastards" from the community. Those street vendors, gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, thugs who steal people countless times described the police as the cruelest and most unreasonable person in the world. However, he had never violated the law and had no idea that these things were probably arranged by gangsters standing on the opposite side of the police. Including the heroic spirit of the police who bit their teeth to death under the torture of the police, perhaps because they trembled and explained everything as soon as they entered the police station.

However, in this second, these things became a burden that crushed his spiritual world.

The black man stared at his eyes in fear and opened his mouth slightly. Under this fear, the back of his head was pressed against the wall, but his neck was raised forward due to the angle problem, so he really had nowhere to hide.

"It's Han!"

"It was Han who beat Kim Tae-hee, and some Korean students around them. I didn't do it, really didn't do it. I just watched it."

Dylan pulled the black man up in the corner and looked at him with contemptuous eyes: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Han and I are in the same room..."

"Who killed him?" Strike while the iron was hot on the weekend: "I stabbed him with a knife for seventeen?"

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Chapter completed!