"Be careful, that's a homemade gun, be careful of misfire!" Jiang Yueming said loudly to one of the policemen who stepped forward to collect the gun. The policeman next to him respectfully agreed and carefully removed the shotgun from the car.
Take it out, muzzle down.
"Cao Zifan, come here and take him to the police car to record a statement." Jiang Yueming said to a police officer who was investigating around the van.
The policeman heard this and came over. When Wen Fei saw it, he realized that he knew him. This policeman is now the deputy director of the Western District Police Station, Cao Zifan. The two had met before, when "Bear" was killed.
Cao Zifan arrested himself when he was just the leader of the serious crime team of the Western District Police Station.
"We meet again. The martial arts god Wen Fei is now a well-known figure in the West District. Come with me to the police car." After speaking, Cao Zifan walked towards a police car. Jiang Yueming shrugged at Wen Fei and walked aside.
Cao Zifan called a policeman and got in the car to record a statement with Wen Fei. Wen Fei lit a cigarette and described what happened at the bank in detail in the car. After listening to Wen Fei's account, Cao Zifan pondered for a moment and then
The policeman got off the car, walked to Jiang Yueming, lowered his head and whispered something into Jiang Yueming's ear. Jiang Yueming had a solemn look on his face and nodded at the end.
Seeing the director nodding, Cao Zifan returned to the police car and said solemnly to Wen Fei: "You are now suspected of murder, and our police want to arrest you. You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say to our police will be taken as
Present evidence in court."
After speaking to Wen Fei, Cao Zifan said to a police officer next to him: "Hand him with handcuffs and take him to the branch for interrogation." The police officer took out a pair of handcuffs from his body and used them very skillfully.
Wen Fei put his right hand on his wrist and locked his right hand.
Wen Fei was dumbfounded and didn't understand what the police were doing. He turned his attention to Jiang Yueming. Jiang Yueming put his hands behind his back and nodded to him, indicating that he would do as he was told. The police officer cuffed Wen Fei's left wrist again.
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"You can't let me go to the police station shirtless. You have to put on some clothes." Wen Fei said helplessly. Cao Zifan took Wen Fei's short-sleeved shirt from his car and threw it to Wen Fei.
, he walked into the police car and sat down next to Wen Fei.
"I should have the right to call a lawyer and ask him to come to the police station to bail me out." Wen Fei said to Cao Zifan. Cao Zifan didn't speak, looked casual, then turned his head, and appeared at the corner of his mouth.
A sinister smile.
Soon we arrived at the West District Police Station. A policeman took Wenfei's handcuffs and took him upstairs. The West District Police Station was no smaller than the city police station, and the police inside were all busy. Wenfei saw his
There were two people in front of me, a man and a woman, arguing loudly.
The man's face was red and he was arguing loudly, while the woman's nose was bruised and her face was swollen. She was crying and yelling, which was very lively. A plainclothes policeman stood aside and advised the two of them earnestly. Wen Fei was far away from these people.
There was a smell of alcohol in the place.
This may be a drunken fight between the couple that brought them to the police station. Wen Fei saw three people squatting in the corner on the left, wearing strange clothes and with hair curled into chicken feathers. They held their heads with their hands. A police officer put his hands on his hips.
While yelling at the three policemen, another police officer stood aside and took notes.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and leave." The policeman who was holding Wenfei pushed Wenfei. Wenfei's dagger-like eyes shot at the policeman. After the policeman came into contact with Wenfei's eyes, he felt an inexplicable feeling.
A chill came over me.
I came to an interrogation room. This interrogation room was not big. It was very empty inside. It was rectangular in shape and had no windows. It was a closed place and the roof was not high. It looked very depressing when standing in the room. There was a small table in the middle.
There was a big table, as big as half a table tennis table, and there was a lamp on the table. There was a chair next to the table. The policeman asked Wen Fei to sit on the chair. Cao Zifan also came in, took a look at Wen Fei, and went out.
Already.
"Now follow me and open the handcuffs." Wen Fei raised his hands that were locked by handcuffs to his chest and said to the police officer who stayed here.
"Wait a minute, I have something to do and I'll be out for a while." After saying that, the police officer revealed a sly look in his eyes. Wen Fei looked at him coldly, vaguely feeling that something was about to happen, and couldn't help but become vigilant. He raised his head.
Only when I saw a camera with a red light flashing above where I was sitting, recording everything that happened here, did I feel relieved.
The police officer opened the door and went out, then quickly closed the door. Wen Fei was the only one left in the empty room. Wen Fei saw a mirror on the wall opposite and knew that someone must be observing him on the other side.
The red light of the camera above his head went out silently at some point. The person standing opposite the mirror was Cao Zifan. He could clearly see Wen Fei, but Wen Fei couldn't see him.
.A sharp light shot out from Cao Zifan's eyes, and his sneer looked a little cruel.
Danger was about to befall Wen Fei, but Wen Fei had no idea. At this time, two people came in from the door. One was tall and fat, and the other was thin and had a mustache on his lips.
Wen Fei looked at these two people coldly.
The fat police officer walked to the edge of the table and turned on the lamp above it, and a string of hot light shone on Wen Fei's face. Wen Fei's eyes couldn't stand the strong light of the lamp for a while, so he covered it with his hands in disgust and turned his head to the side.
.The mustache turned off the headlights in the room and walked up to Wen Fei.
"You are so courageous, you dare to shoot and kill people. Tell me quickly, how many people did you kill?" The mustache slapped the table hard, the table shook, the lamp jumped on it, and the lights flashed. There was a sound.
It was very loud and echoed in this empty room for a long time.
"I have to wait for the lawyer to come over before I answer you." Wen Fei hid on the back of the chair in a comfortable posture, eyes slightly opened, and looked at the two policemen with disdain.
"Come here, how dare you be so arrogant. If I don't let you shed your skin today, I will take your surname." The big fat man glared at Wen Fei fiercely with a pair of fish eyes, as if he was glaring in a temple.
Like King Kong.
"You police officers handle cases like this. No wonder the security situation in Binzhou City is so bad. Even people like you can join the police force, and I don't know how the assessment is conducted." Wen Fei opened his eyes slightly and sat up straight.
, and glanced at the two of them with sharp eyes.
Seeing that Wen Fei was so calm, the two people looked at each other. The big fat man suddenly kicked up the chair where Wen Fei was sitting. Wen Fei quickly stood up and the chair fell to the ground with a "pop".
Except for the seat surface, which is made of wood, the rest of the chair is made of iron pipes. The sound made by the cold iron pipe metal hitting the ground is very sharp, harsh, and very uncomfortable.
"You are so brave, you dare to throw the chair to the ground. If I don't fix you properly today, you won't know how many eyes Lord Ma has." The mustache looked exaggerated, as if Wen Fei had committed a heinous crime.
. He stepped forward and reached out to grab Wen Fei's hair.
How could Wen Fei let him grab his hair and avoid it in a flash. Seeing that Wen Fei dared to dodge, the mustached mustache showed an angry expression. He roared and punched him. Wen Fei stepped back and said:
"You dare to hit me, there is a camera up there." He pointed at the camera above his head, glanced upward, and saw that the red light on the camera no longer flashed. He was stunned for a moment, and then he understood that someone wanted to fix it.
he.
"There are cameras, so I'm not afraid." The fat man saw Wen Fei's expression and thought he was scared, so he said proudly. As he spoke, he flew up and kicked Wen Fei.
Wen Fei did not dodge. He pretended to be kicked and shouted "Ouch". He twisted his body slightly to remove the force of the opponent's kick. At the same time, he also kicked out and stepped on the big fat man's calf. The big fat man
He yelled and sat down on the ground. Wen Fei also lay down on the ground, yelling "Ouch", pretending to be in pain.
The mustache saw the two of them falling to the ground almost at the same time. He didn't know what happened, so he asked the big fat man: "What's wrong with you?"
"He stepped on me with his feet." There were big beads of sweat dripping down the big fat man's face. It looked like he was seriously injured. "I told him to fix him hard, and he dared to step on me with his feet." The big fat man said angrily.
He said loudly. He struggled to get up.
"You kid, wait." The mustache pointed at Wen Fei, turned around and walked to an iron cabinet in front, opened the door of the cabinet below with his hand, and took out a baton from inside. The baton was more than one meter long.
It was all dark and made of rubber. He knocked on the cabinet and it made a "boom" sound. You could tell that the rubber baton was solid.
The mustached man smiled ferociously, raised his rubber baton and walked towards Wenfei step by step. Wenfei pretended to be scared, struggled to get up from the ground, and said to the mustache: "Don't mess around. I have to call someone.
, it is a crime for the police to beat people."
"You scream, even if you scream till your throat is broken here, no one will pay attention to you. Just let me give you a few blows to calm you down, and maybe I will spare you." The mustache has a self-centered attitude.
Wen Fei felt a little funny.
"Really? How could you police do this?" Wen Fei stepped back step by step with a smile on his face. Although the mustache saw that Wen Fei said he was scared, there was no sign of fear on his expression. He didn't understand what he was going through.
What kind of medicine is being sold?
Although he was confused, the mustache did not stop. He quickly walked up to Wen Fei, raised the rubber baton in his hand, and hit him fiercely. Wen Fei yelled "Ouch" before the stick came down.
He reached forward and bumped into Mustache's chest. Mustache felt a sharp pain in his chest, coughed, and dropped the rubber baton in his hand.