There was only a small lamp in the dark room, and everyone seemed a little hazy in the dim environment.
No one said anything. The assistant looked at Peng Yixing and then at Yang Zhengxiang. His eyes kept wandering around the two of them. Just because he didn't know didn't mean he couldn't guess. People who can be assistants at least have smart minds.
Peng Yixing hugged his arms and smiled without saying anything. He knew in his heart what the police were thinking, but he was not afraid. He understood the police. As long as the other party had no evidence, there was nothing they could do against him, and he did not leave any evidence for himself.
Very confident.
Just like what is said in criminal psychology, the reason why he returned to Junhao to open a house was to return to the crime scene and watch his 'work' compete with the police from a distance. He enjoyed this feeling.
Although after Wang Yaozu's adjustment, he no longer felt that he was 'alive' from killing people, but after being opened to the new world, he could no longer suppress the devil in his heart. He liked challenges and looked forward to challenges.
As time passed, sweat gradually broke out on Yang Zhengxiang's head. He knew that the police had identified the murderer!
He had no idea how the police identified Peng Yixing. In Yang Zhengxiang's view, this was completely unreasonable. Peng Yixing and Zheng Zhenwen were two unrelated people. How could the police find the target so quickly.
"How is it, Ayi, you haven't fired many guns recently." Yang Zhengxiang started talking. He didn't know whether he wanted to divert the police's attention, or to relax himself, or to confirm how much information the police had.
But there is one thing, as long as Peng Yixing opens his mouth, he will be finished. He is worth tens of millions, eats delicacies, and plays with all kinds of celebrities. He has no desire to go to prison. The richer he is, the more afraid he is.
Peng Yixing said nothing.
"Ayi, why did they catch you?"
Peng Yixing doesn't speak. The more he speaks, the more mistakes he makes. The less he speaks, the less he makes mistakes. If he doesn't speak, it's good.
Yang Zhengxiang took out a cigarette and lit it, "What do you suspect of killing someone?"
"You are a master of shooting, but not a master of murder. How do the police handle the case?" Yang Zhengxiang showed a "disdainful" smile on his face, glanced at the camera subconsciously, and quickly left.
Peng Yixing looked at Yang Zhengxiang as if he were an idiot. He couldn't answer anything, otherwise there would be flaws.
With a proud smile on his face, Huang Zhicheng led eight of his men outside to stare at the TV screen.
"In this case, everyone who can shoot will be captured. It's not about arresting hundreds of people, ha, ha, ha, isn't it?" He took a big gulp of cigarette, finished one in a few times, and squashed it in the ashtray.
Then he closed his mouth tightly and kept tapping his fingers on the table.
"They don't look like accomplices." 'Peng Ke' said again.
Huang Zhicheng raised his eyelids and glanced at Peng Peng, "If you say that, it seems that the two of them must be in cahoots!"
Peng Ke: "..."
Feeling offended!
One minute, five minutes, twenty minutes...
Yang Zhengxiang became more and more anxious, and could only keep smoking to relieve his emotions. After smoking three cigarettes in a row, he tugged on his tie, stood up and looked at Peng Yixing, who was still motionless, "Do you want to
Find a lawyer, get out the pen and paper, and I'll give you a phone call."
"If you don't have paper and pen, please write it down. Remember, 90645213. Did you remember it? You can repeat the phone number I mentioned."
Peng Yixing quietly watched the idiot perform alone.
"Forget it, forget it, let him find you directly after I make arrangements!" Yang Zhengxiang walked around the room anxiously, breathing heavily, "We haven't seen each other for a few months, is your phone number right?
Change it, I should not have your phone number, you..."
Yang Zhengxiang took a deep breath. He also felt that he seemed too eager. He walked to Peng Yixing and patted his arm, "Forget it..."
"Forget it, I think you are just modifying people's guns. It is a legitimate business. You have never killed anyone, and they have no physical evidence. Do you think so?" Yang Zhengxiang laughed loudly and said, "If there is enough evidence, we will come soon."
I'll crucify you, right? I won't lead you around in circles."
He kept talking about whether it was true or not, hoping to get confirmation.
"Do you think they are really some great detectives? Just rely on your intuition and find your gun!" Smiling, Yang Zhengxiang continued to do it again, crossing his legs and looking very 'relaxed'!
Outside, in front of the surveillance screen, Huang Zhicheng glanced at Peng Ke and said, "Did you see that? That's the person he killed!"
Peng Ke: Sure enough, I am still useful.
On the screen, Peng Yixing finally couldn't help laughing when he heard that you should wait until they find your gun. While laughing, he clapped his hands and looked at the camera, as if he was facing Huang Zhicheng and others outside.
Like, "Okay, okay, okay!"
Yang Zhengxiang's assistant understood now, reached out and patted the boss on the shoulder, giving him a reassuring (well done) look.
The door was opened, and Huang Zhicheng walked in and stood behind Peng Yixing.
Peng Yixing finally stopped laughing and looked at Yang Zhengxiang fiercely, "Don't you have a lot to say?"
"What did I say wrong!" Yang Zhengxiang glanced at the assistant, who reached out and patted him on the shoulder again.
"Continue!" After saying that, Peng Yixing stood up, turned around and left.
…
On the other side, Azu was in the forensics department, testing the 16 guns he found from Peng Yixing's girlfriend's house one by one, "pop", "pop", "pop"...
"1.75 joules."
"1.75 joules."
"Still 1.75 joules."
“Everything has been tested and there is no problem at all.”
Azu held his hem and looked at the modified gun and lead bullet beads on the table, picked it up and said, "Try again with these lead bullets."
…
In interrogation room No. 7 again, Huang Zhicheng and Peng Yixing were sitting opposite each other, clearly separated from each other.
It’s not about appearance, it’s not about looks, it’s about momentum.
"We already know that you did it. As the old saying goes, if you don't want others to know, you have to do it yourself."
"As long as you know the results, the back-reduction process will become very simple."
"You know you have no chance to surpass Miao Zhishun, so you want to win outside the competition." Huang Zhicheng stared at Peng Yixing with eyes like goldfish.
"Miao Zhishun!?" Peng Yixing hugged his shoulders and tilted his head and smiled: "He? Since that day at the gun meeting, he has not shot Lao Yu, not because they are colleagues, but because he has no courage. He is the champion.
But he’s just a champion paper target shooter.”
"Have you ever killed someone? Do you know the difference between shooting a paper target and shooting a real person?"
"When the bullet hits the human body, and when the blood spurts out, there are two completely different feelings!"
"From that day on, I truly understood that guns, from the day they were invented, were used to kill people!"
"Guns don't kill people, people kill people!" Huang Zhicheng slammed his palm on the table.
"Ha." Peng Yixing turned his face away with disdain, not even bothering to look at Huang Zhicheng, "There is no need to tell me that guns are used to save people. People invented guns to kill people.
Tens of millions of people and tens of millions of Indians in the war have proven this."
"You killed Zheng Zhenwen!"
"I'm sorry that Zheng Zhenwen is not dead."
"You also killed the seven bodyguards!"
"Sorry, it was too long and I can't remember!"
"What does it feel like to kill someone?"
"You want to know, I'm afraid you're addicted!" An evil smile appeared on Peng Yixing's sunny face, full of strong impact.
"We found a large number of firearms in your house."
"Don't tell me the police can't tell the difference between an air gun and a real gun!"
"I want to tell you, we will not let go of any clues."
"I wish you success!"
"Okay, I have to go next door to talk to Guo Liyi. I forgot to tell you that she recognized all the air guns found today as her own, so we invited her back." Huang Zhicheng stared at Peng Yixing,
I want to use his girlfriend to disturb his mood.
Peng Yixing raised his watch and looked at it, "You have three hours to let me go, but I won't leave!"
"I want to wait for Liyi."
"Buy me a breakfast, thank you!"
Huang Zhicheng turned around and left as he glared hard at Peng Yixing, who was still charming even now.