Jiang Guangrong quickly took out his phone and dialed Zhong Baitao's number, while swiftly running to the door to lock it.
Very soon, Zhong Baitao's voice ca through the phone: "Gui? Oh my God, are you back?"
"Senior Brother Baitao, please help check which detectives in the Yanghe Public Security Bureau like to abuse private punishnt, and which detectives have a bad relationship with the Xingwu Gang. Tell their details, the more detailed the better!"
"What's wrong? What happened? Why are you suddenly asking this?"
"Don't ask, hurry up!"
"Alright, hold on. I have this information. I'll tell you right away. Hang in there!"
Just then, the detective had already reached Jiang Guangrong's room door: "Listen, you're surrounded. Please open the door and surrender imdiately, or we'll take necessary action!"
The detective repeated it three tis before hitting the wooden door.
"Did you find it?" Jiang Guangrong was sweating profusely.
"They found two people, one is a fat man nad Niu Ji, 42 years old. He has a 17-year-old daughter. She studies at Yanghe Second Middle School. His wife is nad Jiang Qi, 40 years old. She just celebrated her birthday two days ago..." Zhong Baitao was also very pleased.
When Jiang Guangrong woke up, he found himself with heavy handcuffs on his wrists and ankles, lying in a closed room.
Jiang Guangrong gently rubbed his head, a sharp pain surged up.
"Madi, you're so heavy-handed. If it were a bit harder, it would be a concussion!" Jiang Guangrong couldn't help but mutter under his breath.
Brush
The room door opened.
Jiang Guangrong glanced over. Three n in uniform entered, grabbed Jiang Guangrong's clothes, and lifted him to another place.
Jiang Guangrong looked around at the surroundings all the way. Upon seeing the sign "Yanghe Public Security Bureau," Jiang Guangrong finally confird that he was indeed caught by the Yanghe Public Security Bureau.
Jiang Guangrong couldn't help but relax. What he expected seed correct. Because he was with the Yanghe Public Security Bureau and not the county bureau, he could use the previous mory information. Moreover, it was clear that the people from the Rejuvenation Society planned to get revenge on him.
Very soon, Jiang Guangrong was taken to the interrogation room. The person responsible for interrogating Jiang Guangrong was a fat man. This man was suspected to be the Officer Niu ntioned by Zhong Baitao, but Jiang Guangrong was not sure.
Jiang Guangrong sat in the seat, silent, quietly watching the fat police officer.
"Na!" The fat police officer asked expressionlessly.
"Jiang Guangrong!"
"Gender?"
"Woman!"
"Woman?" The fat police officer glared at Jiang Guangrong saying, "Kid, are you playing gas with ?"
"Do you know if I'm a man or not?"
"I ask, you answer! Do you understand? Do you need to repeat myself?" The fat police officer harshly slapped the table.
Jiang Guangrong nodded to show willingness to cooperate.
"Age!"
"24!"
"Why did you kill the deceased Ma Yi?"
"I did not kill!"
The fat officer laughed coldly, stood up, walked to Jiang Guangrong's side. He made half a turn around Jiang Guangrong's back, gently placing his hand on Jiang Guangrong's head: "Didn't he kill him? Your fingerprints were left on the murder weapon and the victim's body. Your body, including the buttons on your clothes, also have the victim's fingerprints. Our conclusion is that you left them during a conflict with the victim. Now you tell you didn't kill. How do you explain these fingerprints?"
Jiang Guangrong frowned; how could his fingerprints appear on the dead body? How could the dead person's fingerprints appear on him? Very quickly, Jiang Guangrong figured it out. It must be the detective rushing in and knocking him down. These detectives were probably bribed by Rejuvenation Society people. Clearly, the arresting detectives were opponents.
Thinking of this, Jiang Guangrong laughed: "I don't know why my fingerprints are on the murder weapon. I can explain why there are fingerprints on my clothes. The deceased is gay. If he wants to establish a relationship beyond friendship with , I will reject him, so he left fingerprints..."
The fat officer grabbed Jiang Guangrong's hair and said: "Aren't you laughing at ? I tell you, I have judged no fewer than a hundred and ninety people, and there is no case I cannot judge in this world. You'd better confess to to avoid suffering; when you confess to these pains, won't you confess? How do you feel about it?"
Jiang Guangrong shook his head, freeing himself from the fat officer's hand. Jiang Guangrong was constantly repressing himself. He was not sure this fat officer was the Niu Ji that Zhong Baitao ntioned. He had to endure.
Jiang Guangrong's action seed to anger the fat officer. The fat officer slapped Jiang Guangrong's back of the head, Jiang Guangrong's face hit the table, red blood flowed from his nostrils.
At this ti, outside the interrogation room, several detectives were standing behind a middle-aged man, observing the situation inside the interrogation room through the glass. The glass was specially made. You could see the inside of the interrogation room from the outside but could not see outside from the inside.
"Brother Niu, be careful. The director is still watching outside!" The young officer accompanying the interrogation whispered.
The fat officer's face showed no concern: "Xingwu Gang's little punks, how can I kill them?"
The young officer wanted to say sothing, but ultimately didn't, rely sighing.
The young officer didn't know, his way of addressing the fat officer was very helpful to Jiang Guangrong.
Jiang Guangrong heard clearly, the young officer called the fat officer "Niu" not "Liu".
Jiang Guangrong suddenly laughed, the nosebleed flowed down Jiang Guangrong's teeth through the corner of his mouth. Finally, it flowed down to the collar. This also made Jiang Guangrong's smile look terrifying.
Niu Ji asked confusedly: "Did I hit you? Can you still laugh? I'm going to make you cry soon!"
Jiang Guangrong shook his head: "Officer Niu, Officer Niu, every ti you interrogate others, you feel very cool and dignified, right? Haha, but this cool prestige cos at a price!"
Niu Ji replied disdainfully: "Oh? How dare you threaten
Jiang Guangrong wiped the blood on his nose with his arm, and softly said: "Niu Ji, 42 years old, has a daughter; if you don't have a son, you may feel a bit sorry. Your daughter is 17 years old. I heard she studies at Yanghe City Second Middle School, her grades are outstanding. Oh, by the way, I heard she's quite beautiful. When the opportunity arises, she must be understood well. She should best make so friends! Your wife Jiang Qi, Ao, is family with . Did you celebrate your 40th birthday two days ago? I heard your wife is still charming! You live in Yanghe City Yangdao Town FuGui Community? It's the 15th floor, but there's an elevator, height is not important, right? Oh, by the way, your parents don't have an elevator. Your parents live in Tanxing City, on the fourth floor, in the stairwell. The elderly struggle walking; how can they live in the stairwell? Officer Niu, this is why you didn't think well! I heard you have a brother, Heath. Not, why is your brother younger than you? Your brother's age gap is a little big, isn't it your brother took it? Officer Niu, you're really happy, really enviable!"
"You!" Niu Ji's right index finger trembled, pointing at Jiang Guangrong. Niu Ji suddenly felt a chill on his back.
Jiang Guangrong still smiled and said: "Officer Niu, I heard you can fight well. Facing idiots on the road, even taking down 4 or 5 doesn't work; oh I'm curious. Fighting 4 or 5 is fine; how about 14 or 15? Or 40 or 50? Can you still fight? 40 or 50 with weapons? Can you still fight? If you can fight them, you're really Superman!"
Niu Ji looked at Jiang Guangrong's smile, in his heart appeared two words - Devil! Absolute Devil!
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