"Now that the matter has come to this, I can only tell you honestly." Wang Fan sighed and said, "But you have to promise me, but you can't tell others, and you must keep it confidential."
"Say!" The female police officer was secretly happy, but on the surface she was even more cold and dignified.
"Actually, I am a soldier, and I am the most awesome soldier in the world. I am tired of the bloody days, so I returned to my hometown of Jinzhou City and planned to live an ordinary life."
Wang Fan's voice was not loud, and he couldn't help but look left and right when he spoke, as if he was afraid of being heard by others.
"I really don't know that foreign killer, but what I'm sure of is that he really came to kill Mr. Song. If you don't believe me, you can ask -"
"Shut up!" The policewoman's forehead was covered with black lines, and she interrupted Wang Fan's words angrily, "You are making up a story and telling it, do you think you are making a movie? Why don't you say you are the best soldier in the world?
Where is the world’s number one killer?”
"Ah, you know this." Wang Fan was very surprised, "Aren't you also in the same group? No, very few people know my identity as the world's number one killer."
"Shut up!" The female police officer was so angry that she slammed the table and stood up. "The devil is traveling with you, you'd better be honest!"
"I'm telling the truth." Wang Fan said innocently, "The foreign killer is really here to kill Song Rumei. If you don't believe me, you can ask Director Mo, she can testify for me."
"Director Mo?" The female police officer's expression changed, and she was obviously a little afraid of Mo Wenrou, "Do you know our Director Mo?"
"Of course we know each other, we had dinner together." Wang Fan said proudly.
Snapped!
The policewoman slapped the table angrily, almost going crazy.
"What are you talking about? Are you insulting my IQ or your own? You bastard, you are dishonest, right? Then just stay here by yourself. Let's see how long you can keep your words!"
She finished speaking angrily and left the interrogation room directly without wanting to spend another second with this bastard who was always talking about cheating.
"Everything I said is true, don't leave yet!" Wang Fan was shocked and quickly asked to stay.
But before he finished speaking, the policewoman ran out of the interrogation room without looking back and closed the door with a bang.
Wang Fan was dumbfounded and had no conscience. He was telling the truth. These days, no one believes the truth.
He originally planned to use the policewoman's advice to find Mo Wenrou so that he could get out.
Because Mo Wenrou knew about the assassination of Song Rumei. As for Liu Tiancheng, even if he was diagnosed, he was only slightly injured, which was not a big deal.
In addition, Wang Fan has not broken any laws, so as long as Mo Wenrou comes, he can get out.
Now it seems that the idea is in vain.
Wang Fan didn't wait long before the policewoman returned again.
"Sister, do you finally believe what I said?" Wang Fan was so happy that he was almost moved to tears.
He was about to ask the policewoman to help find Mo Wenrou, but the policewoman's next voice made him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.
"Take him to the detention center."
The policewoman waved her hand, and two more policemen came out from behind, directly picked up Wang Fan and left.
"How could you do this?" Wang Fan started shouting, but the policewoman ignored him at all.
Soon, with a look of grievance
Wang Fan was taken into a room.
There were about ten people locked in the room, almost all of whom had tattoos on their bare backs and looked fierce.
What shocked Wang Fan the most was that these fierce-looking guys were all lined up and kneeling on the ground in a row against the wall, with their hands behind their backs and not daring to breathe.
On the bed in front of them, there was a bald man sitting. There was a hideous scar on the left side of the bald head's face, which could scare anyone to death just by looking at it.
Wang Fan was stunned for a moment and quickly looked at the two policemen, "Uncle policeman, I don't want to be here, I don't want to be with them, I'm afraid..."
Police uncle?
The two policemen were full of dark clues. They had some sympathy for Wang Fan, but in an instant they no longer sympathized with him at all.
"Just stay here honestly." He said angrily, and the two left without looking back.
Wang Fan was almost crying.
After struggling for a whole day, I was finally sent to the detention center. I was so lucky.
As soon as Wang Fan looked at the people in the room, he knew that he had been tricked again.
Either the policewoman plotted against him, or the other young men whom he had offended plotted against him.
At first glance, these people are suspects in major criminal cases. By locking him up here, he obviously wants to teach himself a lesson through the hands of these people.
Especially the scarred face is obviously not easy to mess with.
It is such a terrifying method to be able to make so many ferocious felons kneel on the ground like well-behaved kittens without daring to breathe heavily.
Wang Fan did not look at the kneeling people, nor did he provoke Scarface. Instead, he found a deserted corner and sat down, intending to lean against the wall and squint for a while.
As the saying goes, these people didn't provoke him, and he didn't bother to trouble them.
However, things backfired.
"Newcomer, come here and kneel down." The scarred man sitting on the bed spoke.
"What are you going to do?" Wang Fan shrank toward the corner, looking very scared.
"My shoes are dirty. Kneel down and lick them clean from the inside out." The man with the scar licked his lips and said grimly.
He is a brutal murderer, with more than a dozen lives on his body, and he is dead anyway, so he doesn't care about anything anymore and can do whatever he wants.
"Brother, please spare me. I have such delicate skin and tender flesh, I can't stand the torture." Wang Fan shrank even tighter and was about to cry.
"If you don't want to drink a toast, you'll have to drink a fine drink. Since you won't come over, I will." The scarred man grinned sternly, stood up and walked towards Wang Fan.
When he looked at Wang Fan, his eyes flashed with a green light.
It's really thin skin and tender meat, this guy reminded himself. Anyway, he can't touch women again in this life, so it's better to play with a man before taking a gun.
"You, don't come here." Wang Fan looked at the scarred man's green eyes and felt his scalp was numb, so he couldn't help but start to retreat.
"Hey, scream, no matter how loud you scream, no one will come to save you." The scarred man smiled sinisterly, and the way he looked at Wang Fan looked like he was looking at a little sheep.
Damn it!
Wang Fan really couldn't stand this disgusting guy, so he couldn't help but shudder, took off his shoes and rushed towards the scarred man.
"You still dare to resist?" The scarred man didn't react slowly. He sneered and kicked Wang Fan in the abdomen. "Since the matter has come to this, I can only explain it honestly." Wang Fan sighed and said, "But
You have to promise me, but you can’t tell anyone else, and you must keep it a secret.”
"Say!" The female police officer was secretly happy, but on the surface she was even more cold and dignified.
"Actually, I am a soldier, and I am the most awesome soldier in the world. I am tired of the bloody days, so I returned to my hometown of Jinzhou City and planned to live an ordinary life."
Wang Fan's voice was not loud, and he couldn't help but look left and right when he spoke, as if he was afraid of being heard by others.
"I really don't know that foreign killer, but what I'm sure of is that he really came to kill Mr. Song. If you don't believe me, you can ask -"
"Shut up!" The policewoman's forehead was covered with black lines, and she interrupted Wang Fan's words angrily, "You are making up a story and telling it, do you think you are making a movie? Why don't you say you are the best soldier in the world?
Where is the world’s number one killer?”
"Ah, you know this." Wang Fan was very surprised, "Aren't you also in the same group? No, very few people know my identity as the world's number one killer."
"Shut up!" The female police officer was so angry that she slammed the table and stood up. "The devil is traveling with you, you'd better be honest!"
"I'm telling the truth." Wang Fan said innocently, "The foreign killer is really here to kill Song Rumei. If you don't believe me, you can ask Director Mo, she can testify for me."
"Director Mo?" The female police officer's expression changed, and she was obviously a little afraid of Mo Wenrou, "Do you know our Director Mo?"
"Of course we know each other, we had dinner together." Wang Fan said proudly.
Snapped!
The policewoman slapped the table angrily, almost going crazy.
"What are you talking about? Are you insulting my IQ or your own? You bastard, you are dishonest, right? Then just stay here by yourself. Let's see how long you can keep your words!"
She finished speaking angrily and left the interrogation room directly without wanting to spend another second with this bastard who was always talking about cheating.
"Everything I said is true, don't leave yet!" Wang Fan was shocked and quickly asked to stay.
But before he finished speaking, the policewoman ran out of the interrogation room without looking back and closed the door with a bang.
Wang Fan was dumbfounded and had no conscience. He was telling the truth. These days, no one believes the truth.
He originally planned to use the policewoman's advice to find Mo Wenrou so that he could get out.
Because Mo Wenrou knew about the assassination of Song Rumei. As for Liu Tiancheng, even if he was diagnosed, he was only slightly injured, which was not a big deal.
In addition, Wang Fan has not broken any laws, so as long as Mo Wenrou comes, he can get out.
Now it seems that the idea is in vain.
Wang Fan didn't wait long before the policewoman returned again.
"Sister, do you finally believe what I said?" Wang Fan was so happy that he was almost moved to tears.
He was about to ask the policewoman to help find Mo Wenrou, but the policewoman's next voice made him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.
"Take him to the detention center."
The policewoman waved her hand, and two more policemen came out from behind, directly picked up Wang Fan and left.
"How could you do this?" Wang Fan started shouting, but the policewoman ignored him at all.
Soon, with a look of grievance
Wang Fan was taken into a room.
There were about ten people locked in the room, almost all of whom had tattoos on their bare backs and looked fierce.
What shocked Wang Fan the most was that these fierce-looking guys were all lined up and kneeling on the ground in a row against the wall, with their hands behind their backs and not daring to breathe.
On the bed in front of them, there was a bald man sitting. There was a hideous scar on the left side of the bald head's face, which could scare anyone to death just by looking at it.
Wang Fan was stunned for a moment and quickly looked at the two policemen, "Uncle policeman, I don't want to be here, I don't want to be with them, I'm afraid..."
Police uncle?
The two policemen were full of dark clues. They had some sympathy for Wang Fan, but in an instant they no longer sympathized with him at all.
"Just stay here honestly." He said angrily, and the two left without looking back.
Wang Fan was almost crying.
After struggling for a whole day, I was finally sent to the detention center. I was so lucky.
As soon as Wang Fan looked at the people in the room, he knew that he had been tricked again.
Either the policewoman plotted against him, or the other young men whom he had offended plotted against him.
At first glance, these people are suspects in major criminal cases. By locking him up here, he obviously wants to teach himself a lesson through the hands of these people.
Especially the scarred face is obviously not easy to mess with.
It is such a terrifying method to be able to make so many ferocious felons kneel on the ground like well-behaved kittens without daring to breathe heavily.
Wang Fan did not look at the kneeling people, nor did he provoke Scarface. Instead, he found a deserted corner and sat down, intending to lean against the wall and squint for a while.
As the saying goes, these people didn't provoke him, and he didn't bother to trouble them.
However, things backfired.
"Newcomer, come here and kneel down." The scarred man sitting on the bed spoke.
"What are you going to do?" Wang Fan shrank toward the corner, looking very scared.
"My shoes are dirty. Kneel down and lick them clean from the inside out." The man with the scar licked his lips and said grimly.
He is a brutal murderer, with more than a dozen lives on his body, and he is dead anyway, so he doesn't care about anything anymore and can do whatever he wants.
"Brother, please spare me. I have such delicate skin and tender flesh, I can't stand the torture." Wang Fan shrank even tighter and was about to cry.
"If you don't want to drink a toast, you'll have to drink a fine drink. Since you won't come over, I will." The scarred man grinned sternly, stood up and walked towards Wang Fan.
When he looked at Wang Fan, his eyes flashed with a green light.
It's really thin skin and tender meat, this guy reminded himself. Anyway, he can't touch women again in this life, so it's better to play with a man before taking a gun.
"You, don't come here." Wang Fan looked at the scarred man's green eyes and felt his scalp was numb, so he couldn't help but start to retreat.
"Hey, scream, no matter how loud you scream, no one will come to save you." The scarred man smiled sinisterly, and the way he looked at Wang Fan looked like he was looking at a little sheep.
Damn it!
Wang Fan really couldn't stand this disgusting guy, so he couldn't help but shudder, took off his shoes and rushed towards the scarred man.
"You still dare to resist?" The man with the scar didn't respond slowly. He curled his lips and sneered, then kicked Wang Fan in the lower abdomen.
This chapter has been completed!