"Mr. Rick, please cooperate with our work!" The newly promoted deputy sheriff of the East District tried to make a terrifying expression. Unfortunately, he lacked experience and his own knowledge, so he didn't seem to be deterred.

Putting his hands on the cold and hard wooden table in the police station, Rick looked relaxed and smiled at the newly appointed deputy police officer: "Sir Deputy Police Officer, since you have said that you are 'cooperating' with your work, you shouldn't ask questions with such a bad attitude." Rick was like a guest at an old friend's house, with a gentle expression, neither hurry nor slow down.

The deputy sheriff was forced to find a breakthrough from Rick.

Police Pig Kofi took himself out of the police station using the manor case. The one who took over was the deputy policeman who had just been promoted.

Speaking of which, this deputy sheriff has worked for more than ten years. Apart from his poor background and no official experience, he is indeed very suitable to take over.

The deputy sheriff rubbed his red and bloody eyes, looking tired, like a boar who had been forced to mated all night.

The voice was low, like it was wrapped in cinder, hoarse and low: "Someone revealed that you were not helping me during the outing case, and you were given important evidence to hide it from reporting." He reiterated the reason for asking Rick. The deputy sheriff pressed his hands on the hard wooden table, making him look down at Rick, and his voice gradually lost patience: "You'd better think clearly and answer!" The deputy sheriff, who loosened his collar and felt a little uncomfortable because he stayed up late, prepared to take a nap, hang the hard bones, and come back to have a trial.

The door of the house was closed, and the entire interrogation room was trapped in a dim environment, depressed and dull.

The interrogation room has no windows, only simple ventilation facilities. The old "crunch" sound tortures the eardrum and nerves of the examinee.

If people stay here for a long time, they will feel anxious and uneasy.

Many people died in the outing case, more than Rick expected.

Yinhui Academy itself is a gathering of huge forces. If you can go to school there, you will be either rich or noble.

Not only did Rick participate in that outing, he was also reported to be killed and concealed important evidence.

Kofi knew Rick's identity as a wizard, and Zhang Kuangnan should have known the city lord. Then the only major forces are still dared to do something to him at this time.

The pain of losing a child can easily make people lose their calmness.

The person who reported the report was very vicious and blamed the death of those students on Rick's "no help" and instead downplayed the monsters to the minimum limit.

This behavior of obviously hostile, or trying to reduce the monster out of people's sight, made Rick feel a little gloomy.

It seemed like a black hand pushed Rick to the tip of the wave.

Maybe it is very sad and angry to be killed by a monster. But if someone fails to save him, it is very likely that people will vent this sad and angry on the unlucky guy.

The turbid air squeezed out of his chest, and the dirty and dull interrogation room did not make Rick feel any negative emotions.

My fingertips stroked the cold and hard interrogation table, which were engraved with many crooked names and curses.

"Mike is here to visit!"

"I curse the leaked bastard!"..

With his body leaning back slightly to make himself feel more comfortable, Rick began to ponder the countermeasures.

The whole thing is not as simple as a whistleblower...

"Where is he?! Where is the man's hand?! I will break his neck with my own hands!!" The bull-like roar erection in the solemn and solemn police station.

The sound of footsteps like a volcano erupted came to the interrogation room.

The deputy sheriff was as weak as cotton to dissuade him and rang out at the door of the interrogation room: "Mr. Jason, please calm down. We are already in the fastest and most stringent interrogation of the suspect."

"Fastest? The strictest?!" The blue veins on Jason's forehead were thrust like steel ropes, and his whole face was almost pressed against the deputy sheriff's face.

Looking at Mr. Jason who was like a volcano, the deputy sheriff was like a eunuch without eggs, explaining softly.

"Bang"

After a heavy kick to the door, the overwhelmed wooden door moaned and hit the wall.

A middle-aged man with a blue-white face and bags of his eyes were like two black grapes, and he rushed in with red eyes.

His eyes slightly adapted to the dim environment. A middle-aged man who looked a little similar to Jason's classmate, saw Rick sitting on a chair with his eyes closed and resting.

Rick shook his eyelids and slowly opened his eyes.

Looking up and down, Rick quickly came to a conclusion that the person in front of him was just a little rich.

The calfskin-tanned short boots are dull in color and have a good workmanship. A pretty well-fitting silk luxury clothing is popular a few years ago. The workmanship is good, but it lacks the atmospheric and delicate techniques of high-end luxury clothing.

The gold ring on the fingers is lacking maintenance and looks a little dim. The skin is a little rough and often works outdoors.

Mr. Jason is not as calm as Rick, and he still has time to look at the other person's clothes.

His eyes were wide open, his breathing was rapid, and his eyes and lips were trembling, making him look very emotionally unstable.

The next moment he saw Rick clearly, he roared and pounced on Rick like a hungry wolf.

The thick interrogation table in the middle did not stop this angry father!

"I'm going to kill you, my son!!"

Mr. Jason's voice trembled, and it was obvious that the pain of losing his son had made the little wealthy businessman lose his mind.

If it is a normal person, he should retreat and explain when facing a father who is so sad and angry. But is Rick an ordinary person? Obviously not.

"Bang!"

An old punch, not fancy or merciless, hit Mr. Jason's face full of tragedy.

Her face was blooming and her nose was bleeding. Mr. Jason was stunned. He staggered halfway to the table, his voice was as if he had been blown up by a chrysanthemum, and he was so excited: "You... dare you hit someone?!"

Rick shook off the nosebleed on the back of his hand and rubbed the corner of the interrogation table. His eyes were as gentle as ever, and the low and nice magnetic voice was unbelievable. He was the one who hit people: "Mr. Jason, I just let you calm down." After pursing his lips, Rick continued to smile: "Look, aren't you calming down now?"

Jason felt a breath in his chest and went straight to his forehead. He rushed all his calmness and calmness that he had usually been into the large intestine. The veins that were thrusting suddenly made Mr. Jason look a little hideous: "Calm down? Calm down, calm down!! I want to kill you!!"

Punching at Rick again, Mr. Jason waved his fists, ready to take the initiative.

"Bang!"

Another old punch hit the bull's eye.

Jason lost two front teeth and said something leaked: "Da..., I've hit someone!!" He couldn't beat the other party, so Jason had to call the deputy sheriff who was hiding outside the door in.

The deputy sheriff kept hiding outside with a dark face just to catch Rick's braid.

Hearing this, he jumped in immediately.
Chapter completed!