Interrogation room No. 8 suddenly fell into darkness, followed by a crackling sound. Yang Zhengxiang stood up suddenly in fright, "Hey, what are you doing? What are you doing? I'm not afraid. Yes, I have a lawyer!"
"Snapped!"
In the dark interrogation room, a ray of light shone directly into Yang Zhengxiang's eyes. He was so frightened that he quickly stretched out his hand to block it.
"What's the fuss about? The police station can't have a power outage!" The light shone up from under Ajin's chin, making him look green-faced and fanged, which startled Yang Zhengxiang.
"Hahahaha." Huang Zhicheng and others who were watching the surveillance footage outside burst into laughter.
To deal with rich people like Yang Zhengxiang, they only have this little trick.
"Sir Huang, the suspect in Interrogation Room 3 finally spoke." A female police officer came over and said with a smile on her face.
Huang Zhicheng glanced at screen No. 3. It was the company executive wearing glasses, "How do you say it?"
"He was having a tryst with someone else's wife at the hotel at noon," the female police officer said with her lips curled up.
"So cool!" Huang Zhicheng blurted out. The female police officer's eyes widened and everyone around him looked around. Huang Zhicheng coughed and said seriously: "This kind of person is a scum. He does whatever he wants with the money he has and plays with others.
Wife, damn it, let his wife bail him out!"
"Pfft!" A police officer who was drinking coffee next to him spat out his words all at once, and everyone burst into laughter again.
"Sir Huang, you did a great job!"
In the interrogation room No. 7, Peng Yixing stood there motionless, staring at the camera above. Huang Zhicheng looked at the information in his hand. The second place in the 1984 live-fire shooting competition was only 0.3 points lower than the first place, Miao Zhishun of Wan Chai Police Department.
The difference is just one second, and the results in previous years were equally outstanding.
An unemployed vagrant, he has been active in the gun club all year round, making a living by helping people modify their guns and teaching others to learn how to shoot. He is a very famous figure in the gun club and a true gun fanatic.
"Ajin, go in person and ask questions."
On the screen, the door of Room No. 7 was opened. Ah Jin came in with another interrogator and sat down. Huang Zhicheng signaled to pick up the voice of No. 7.
"Mr. Peng, where were you at 12 noon?"
"I'm at home."
"When did you go to the Grand Hotel? It was half past one in the afternoon."
"Have you modified anyone's gun yet?"
"have."
"What is your occupation now?"
"No."
"Look at these photos, how many can you recognize?"
Peng Yixing suddenly turned his head and looked at Ah Jin with a smile, "So close?"
"Stop playing tricks!" Ah Jin pushed Peng Yixing's head hard, "Don't pretend to be with me, do I want to show you the photo of the deceased!"
"I know it must be you. You know Yang Zhengxiang. You modified his gun for him. You taught him how to shoot. He gave you a lot of money."
"You can obviously hit the body, and any professional killer would hit the heart, but you hit the head instead. Only professional shooters like you can hit the head with a gun, and you have to hit combos, because you regard it as a game, you
If you can't win the championship on the court, you have to win the championship in reality, you lunatic!" Ah Jin roared loudly in Peng Yixing's ear, hoping to break the opponent's psychological defense.
Peng Yixing kept a smile on his face, casually looked through the photos in his hand and threw them on the table. "The photos are too old and can't be seen clearly. I can't help you."
"Besides Sir Miao, the only person who can hit 7 combos in ten seconds is you!" Huang Zhicheng looked at the sunny and handsome Peng Yixing on the TV screen and said through gritted teeth: "Let's see how long we can detain him."
"There are still 21 hours left." A police officer next to him said as he looked at his watch.
"Immediately apply for a search warrant, notify Azu and the people from the forensics department to be on standby, and start the process as soon as we find something."
An hour later, Peng Yixing... was in the thousand-foot mansion bought by his girlfriend Guo Liyi.
Although Peng Yixing is an unemployed vagrant with no job and little income, being handsome is enough.
The four police officers searched back and forth carefully. Guo Liyi was sitting on the sofa with a pillow in her arms expressionlessly, clasping her nails indifferently.
After searching back and forth, no firearms were found. Azu's eyes fell on the wall, and sure enough he found a hidden compartment.
After pulling it open, there were 16 well-assembled IPSC competition guns hanging on the wall in four directions, plus a series of accessories such as infrared sights. The minimum value of one was no less than 2,000 US dollars, which is equivalent to over 10,000 Hong Kong dollars. It is a high-end gun.
The value of the goods reached tens of thousands of yuan.
The total price of these guns hanging on the wall is equivalent to buying a thousand-square-foot mansion.
…
Peng Yixing was alone in the interrogation room No. 7, but what he didn't know was that his girlfriend Guo Liyi was sitting in No. 6 next door.
"We found a large number of firearms in your home." The female police officer sat opposite Guo Liyi, who tilted her head and said nothing.
"If you live together with the suspect, we can accuse you of conspiracy to commit murder at any time. The current situation is very unfavorable to you." The female police officer continued to put pressure on Guo Liyi.
"Can I drink water?" Guo Liyi said.
Time passed little by little, and in the middle of the night, only three of the eight interrogation rooms still had the lights on, namely No. 6 where Guo Liyi was being held, No. 7 where Peng Yixing was being held, and No. 8 where Yang Zhengxiang was being held.
Outside, Huang Zhicheng held a Golden Arch Burger in his mouth, his eyes scanning the screens of the three interrogation rooms from time to time.
There is only a solitary light in the interrogation room, and there is nothing left including the bare walls. The soundproof design prevents any sound from entering the interrogation room. People sitting in it are like the quietest night and can hear clearly.
The sound of your own breathing and heartbeat. Being alone in this environment for a long time will cause extremely strong psychological pressure. It is deliberately designed for interrogation.
Of course, although Yang Zhengxiang is the mastermind behind the scenes, although he commits smuggling crimes, although he plans this murder case, and although he does all kinds of evil, he is a rich man, so he must have special treatment, and his assistant will always be by his side.
Peng Yixing still sat there with his arms folded. The police neither informed him that he could go home nor came to interrogate him again. They just let him suffer.
Suddenly, the door was opened, and a police officer waved to him. Peng Yixing followed him out without asking any questions.
"Bang!" There was another 'power outage' in Yang Zhengxiang's interrogation room No. 8, and his assistant cursed, "Damn police station, they have lost all their funds to prostitution, there are always power outages."
After a while, the lights came on again, and the interrogation room returned to light, only to find a person sitting opposite.
Peng Yixing!
Yang Zhengxiang swallowed subconsciously, reached out and pushed up his glasses, gritting his teeth and saying nothing.