In the evening, the interrogation room of the case handling center of Zhongshan Police Station.
Chen Shu, Zhu Chaoran, and Zhang Yun sat down in their original positions.
Chen Shu looked sharply at Zhang Yun again without any trace, and saw that after an afternoon of being detained in the house, his expression showed exhaustion and reluctance, and his body was tightly stretched.
"Is this your first time in the police station detention room? How about it, are you still used to it?" Chen Shu sneered.
Zhang Yun shook his head and said nothing.
"It's a bit of an experience. Want something to eat?" Chen Shu took the steaming meal he had just brought from the police station cafeteria and placed it in front of Zhang Yun on the small square table connected to the armrest of the interrogation chair.
Zhang Yun shook his head and said nothing.
Chen Shu's heart sank. This man had probably made up his mind to continue carrying on.
After putting down the food, he did not return to the interrogation table. He just moved a small chair in the corner and sat next to Zhang Yun: "It's not easy to make money now. If you don't eat, it will be a waste."
Zhang Yun lowered his head slightly and made no sound.
The interrogation is back to where it started.
A middle-aged man with decades of rich life experience. Although it is a pity that the previous attack was not successful, he is probably prepared now. Unless there is direct evidence, there will be no use in talking more.
Chen Shu was not affected and chatted casually: "There are only two children at home?"
Zhang Yun answered truthfully: "Yes."
The words are simple and there are no unnecessary words.
Chen Shu didn't take it seriously and continued chatting: "Listen to the two boys next door to you, your two sons have very good grades in school. One is a study committee member, and what is the other one?"
Throw out a hook, catch it
Zhang Yun raised his head slightly and looked forward, his eyes bright: "Squad leader."
Chen Shu clapped his hands loudly and affirmed: "Excellent!"
Zhang Yun's back straightened a little, and his head raised a little.
"After you get into college and go out into the world, you will definitely be a decent person! You won't be like you and your wife, working around in a small room and suffering." Chen Shu continued to boast.
Zhang Yun obviously benefited from it.
Chen Shu smiled and sighed: "You two are working in other places, who can take care of them? Your parents? It's not easy to achieve such good academic results!"
Zhang Yun started talking more: "Well, it was my mother who took care of them. The two of them have been smart since they were young, and the teacher often calls their mother to praise them."
"It's a pity that their father is a thief." Seeing that the preparation was almost done, Chen Shu poured a basin of cold water down without ceremony.
Zhang Yun, who was suddenly struck, was not as excited as Chen Shu expected. He just lowered his head, trembling his lips, and murmured softly: "I'm not, I'm not a thief."
Looking at Zhang Yun who was in a daze, Chen Shu thought for a while, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one and lit it with his backhand, hesitating a few times, then turned his head and asked: "Want one?"
Zhang Yun shook his head and lowered his head even further.
Chen Shu couldn't bear it, so he took out another cigarette and placed it in front of Zhang Yun: "Put it here. If you want to smoke, tell me."
"Brother Shu, give me one." Zhu Chaoran, who was sitting on the interrogation table, interrupted.
Chen Shu, who was sitting next to Zhang Yun and had been staring at him, his eyes lit up. He found that while Zhu Chaoran was speaking, Zhang Yun's eyes quickly glanced in the direction of the interrogation table several times.
Chen Shu raised an eyebrow and said, "Come and get it yourself."
Zhu Chaoran was not polite, jumped off the interrogation table, walked quickly to Chen Shu, and spread his palms with a smile.
Chen Shu first picked up the food on the small square table and put it in his hand, then took out the pack of cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed it into his police pants. He said with a smile: "Go outside and eat the food first. Divide the cigarettes."
Come on, stop smoking. Go ahead and remember to close the door."
Zhu Chaoran hurriedly walked out with the food: "I know!"
In order to take care of the fat man's fragile self-esteem, he had to find an appropriate excuse every time. This must have been a torment for the fat man for a while. But just in case, watching Zhu Chaoran walk out of the interrogation room, Chen Shu felt a big stone in his heart.
.
He stood up, walked to the door of the interrogation room and closed it. He hesitated for a few seconds and then locked the door.
"Kaka."
The mechanical sound of the door being locked was extremely clear and crisp in the small, quiet room of the interrogation room.
Zhang Yun raised his head, looking straight at Chen Shu with an expression of disbelief and even a hint of horror.
I'm afraid he thought I was going to torture him to extract a confession, and that's what he wanted. Chen Shu felt happy and started to tease me a little bit.
He deliberately shook his body and walked towards Zhang Yun.
As he slowly approached step by step, Zhang Yun's expression
Suddenly he kicked the foot of the interrogation chair hard.
"Bang!"
The four legs of the interrogation chair were welded to the wooden floor, so Chen Shu's heavy kick did not knock him down or move the interrogation chair at all.
However, the loud noise frightened Zhang Yun, who had been staring at Chen Shu and moving his eyes as he moved, to death. His body shook violently and he immediately collapsed on the chair.
Chen Shu didn't stop, moved the empty chair next to him, and threw it right in front of Zhang Yun.
"boom."
Zhang Yun was frightened and looked at Chen Shu with a pair of frightened eyes, but was speechless.
After Chen Shu sat down boldly, he stared into Zhang Yun's eyes and said word by word: "Now that we have reached this point, you and I both know that you stole the phone."
Chen Shu was sure, but it was actually a bluff. This sentence seemed to be a natural statement, but in his heart, it was more of a rhetorical question.
Don't let a bad person go, but you can't wrongly accuse a good person. Although things are very similar, there is nothing wrong with being cautious. He stared at Zhang Yun, waiting for the other party's reaction, thinking this in his heart.
Zhang Yun slumped back against the back of the chair, lowered his head feebly, rested his chin lightly on his chest, relaxed his hands and fell on his lap, palms up, speechless.
Chen Shu knew in his heart that the person who stole the mobile phone was unmistakable.
He knew that the last line of defense in Zhang Yun's heart had been broken: "The other policeman has left. There are only two of us here now. If you have anything to say, just say it."
Zhang Yun was silent for a while, sat up a little straighter, and whispered: "Officer, if I take out my phone, can I avoid going to jail?"
This middle-aged man in his forties, plainly dressed, has a yellow, thin face covered with wrinkles like ruts, and his deep-set eyes reveal a sad, confused and sincere look.
Chen Shu softened his tone, leaned forward, and patted Zhang Yun on the shoulder: "The state has national laws, and every family has its own rules. I know your concerns, and I believe you are just confused for a while. Hand over your phone, and then wait for you two
The child has returned to his hometown after the summer vacation, so you can come over to my place to be punished."
Zhang Yun lowered his head and said softly: "Thank you, police officer."