Detective from The Future

When the two suspects were taken to the police station in a unique way, it immediately caused a sensation.

"Haha...too talented, wouldn't the suspect become the same hands and feet." A police officer smiled.

"If there is no tacit understanding, I don't know how many times to step on the heel." Another police officer joked.

"I'm curious, how did they sit in the car?"

"Sit on your lap." A police officer winked his eyes.

"Haha..." caused another burst of laughter.

Both Wang Haichuan and Zhang Bochao lowered their heads, their expressions were nervous, their cheeks flushed, and they wanted to find a place to sew in.

"I know now that I'm sorry, what did I do earlier." Zhao Ming hummed.

Originally it was just a transcript, but Zhang Bochao's things got worse after such a run, and he was taken directly to the interrogation room.

Han Bin returned to the office, drank a cup of tea, and then asked Li Hui to check the progress of the monitoring before calling Zhao Ming to the interrogation room.

Zhang Bochao was young, and his face was drooping, as if someone owed him hundreds of dollars.

Han Bin turned on the law enforcement recorder and asked routinely: "Name, age, gender, ethnicity..."

"A good guy is a good guy, you let my brother go first, I will admit it." Zhang Bochao said awe-inspiringly.

"Hey, it's the first time I saw a murder suspect and confessed so easily. It's as honest as you. Our police will save trouble." Han Bin smiled.

"Huh? Murderer?" Zhang Bochao showed a look of surprise, his eyes widening: "Did you make a mistake? How could I be a murderer."

"Didn't you say you recognized it?" Zhao Ming hummed.

"I admit that I fought, but I didn't kill anyone." Zhang Bochao defended.

"boom!"

Han Bin patted the table and scolded, "This is the Criminal Police Squad. We are still taking care of the trivial matter of your fight?"

"Comrade police, there must be some misunderstanding. How can I kill someone as a timid person?" Zhang Bochao said.

Han Bin opened his notebook: "What am I asking, what are you answering, do you understand?"

"Yes Yes."

"Name, age, gender, ethnicity..."

"Zhang Bochao, 21 years old, male, Han nationality..."

"What is the relationship between you and Peng Yongren?"

"Classmates."

"Classmates when?"

"Junior high school classmate."

"Have you been in touch recently?"

Zhang Bochao hesitated for a moment: "Yes, on October 3, he sent me QQ, on October 4, I called him."

"Have there ever been a conflict between you?"

"October 4th, I beat him."

"Who is there?"

"Just me."

"Don't be a hero here. You have given false testimony and misled the police in handling the case, but you have to bear legal responsibility." Han Bin warned.

"I... We have three people."

"Who is there?"

"I, Kong Yixin, and Wang Haichuan." After Zhang Bochao finished speaking, he quickly added: "I am the mastermind. They just went with me. I didn't do much. They were all alone."

"After you beat Peng Yongren, why did you kill him again?" Han Bin tentatively asked.

"I didn't kill him, I saw him once, and he was fine when he left, it is impossible to die." Zhang Bochao shouted.

Han Bin looked at the other party for a moment and continued to ask, "Where are you between 5 and 12 o'clock in the evening on October 6th?"

"In the past few days of November, our company was late from get off work. I remember that it seemed to be busy until more than ten o'clock that day, and then everyone had a supper together, and it was more than 11 o'clock in the evening, and then we took a taxi home. It was almost twelve o'clock when I got home." Zhang Bochao recalled.

"Who can prove it?"

"The people in our shop can prove that what I said is true." Zhang Bochao said confidently.

"Do you know that Peng Yongren was killed?" Han Bin asked.

Zhang Bochao shook his head: "I don't know."

"What is the conflict between the two of you?" Han Bin asked.

Zhang Bochao lowered his head and said with emotion: "This matter has been talked about for many years."

"It's okay, you speak slowly, we have time."

"Peng Yongren and I are junior high school classmates. Then I studied very well, but I didn’t like to talk and I was a little arrogant. I couldn’t remember how I offended Peng Yongren at the time. He liked to trouble me, and I didn’t accept him. Personal conflicts occur frequently." At this point, Zhang Bochao paused, clenching his fists and said:

"One time, he found a few students from outside the school to stop me, beat me up, and dragged me into the woods, took off my clothes, tied me to a tree, and a group of them stood beside me. Laugh at me."

Zhang Bochao's eyes were red and his voice choked: "I remember clearly that it was summer, and there were a lot of mosquitoes. I was bitten by the bag. I was...like a monkey and was played by him."

Han Bin was a little surprised. It turned out that this was the first person to be sentenced to mosquitoes in the 21st century.

"Do you know how Peng Yongren died?"

"I don't know, but I thank you for letting me know the news." Zhang Bochao smiled.

"He was bitten to death by a mosquito." Han Bin said.

"What! Say it again." The smile on Zhang Bochao's face solidified.

Han Bin got up, took out a picture of Peng Yongren, and put it in front of Zhang Bochao: "Let's see for yourself."

"Really bitten by a mosquito?" Zhang Bochao held the photo, his hands shaking.

Han Bin retracted the photo and asked, "It has been so long, why did he call you, why did you find someone to beat him up?"

"Haha..." Zhang Bochao smiled: "He deserves it."

"How do you deserve it?"

"We have a high school QQ group. He suddenly contacted me on October 3rd. This surprised me because I hadn't been in that group for a long time, and I didn't even think about having any relationship with him."

Zhang Bochao seemed to have a lot of emotion. He rubbed his face and asked, "Comrade police, do you know what he said to me?"

"He asked you about the mosquito bite?" Han Bin guessed.

"Yes, this **** dare to mention that incident. Because of that incident, my whole person was affected, and I didn’t have the mind to study. I passed the entrance exam to a very poor high school, and I didn’t even pass the college entrance exam, otherwise. I don’t even come to work as an intermediary. I also want to sit in a university classroom. I also want to be a 985 college student. It was because of him that I lost this opportunity, and he dared to mention that.

Zhang Bochao's face was full of resentment: "I was really angry. When I met him the next day, I beat him up, but I really didn't kill him, really."

"What did he ask you about being bitten by mosquitoes?" Han Bin said.

"He asked me, after being bitten by a mosquito, how long will it take to get better, whether it will affect the body, and will it cause harm? This **** didn't realize how much damage this incident had caused me." Zhang Bochao gritted his teeth. Tao.

"Why is he asking about this?"

"He said it was a test." Zhang Bochao took a deep breath, hated Peng Yongren to the extreme, and scolded when he found an opportunity:

"He actually took my pain back then as a test, you said how **** he was."

"What test?"

"At first he refused to say, but when I met on October 4th, I beat him fiercely and asked him if he wanted to join an organization. Mosquito torture is the test that the organization gave him." Zhang Bochao sneered, seemingly not vomit Unhappy, continued:

"I remember very clearly that I beat him hard that day and rolled him all over the floor. He begged me for mercy and told me not to fight. I realized that the demon in my heart was so vulnerable. I felt It’s so cool for his sister. Even if I was caught by the police because of a fight, it’s worth it. I didn’t run away for myself, because I didn’t want to get tired and helped my brother."

Han Bin made a note in his notebook: "What organization does he want to join?"

Zhang Bochao recalled for a moment: "Brothers will."