At 7:06 in the evening.

Zheng Xian had been sitting in the interrogation room for nearly thirty minutes.

Just after 6:30, he was still "shouldering" on the investigation team, signaling the police to "stay steady"... "For the sake of hostage safety, don't act rashly."

Unexpectedly... in a blink of an eye, he was already locked in the interrogation room and asked to hand over his cell phone.

Although no one handcuffed him at this moment, Zheng Xian was already so panicked...

Click

Just as Deputy Director Zheng was thinking about it, someone opened the door.

There were three people coming in, the leader was Zheng Xian's immediate boss, Director Zhu of this branch. Following Director Zhu were two young people... One of them looked good, dressed properly, and his appearance and temperament gave people a feeling of being inconsistent with his age, and he was not angry and powerful; while the other... the excessive description was meaningless, and we can summarize it as three words "Feng Bujue".

"Director Zhu...what's going on?" Zheng Xian stood up from the chair at the first time and looked at the director and said, "Is there any misunderstanding here?"

Director Zhu looked at him expressionlessly, remained silent for two seconds, and replied: "These two... are the leaders of the superior department." He paused, "They have a few questions to ask you... You can tell the truth."

After saying that, Director Zhu looked at Bao Qing again: "Sir, then I'll go out first."

"Yes." Bao Qing nodded in a humble and arrogant manner, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Hey? Director Zhu... This... This is..." Zheng Xian wanted to call the director, but the other party walked out without looking back and brought it to the door.

"Okay~ Deputy Director Zheng, it's useless to ask anyone you'll find." Feng Bujue stepped forward a few steps and came to the table, "Please sit down, let's sit down and talk."

When Zheng Xian heard this, he looked Feng Bujue up and down with a hostile gaze, then he felt angry from his nose and sat down sideways.

There are four interrogation rooms in this branch. The layout is similar...

There is a table in the middle of the space of about 20 square meters. On the side of the table near the door, there are two seats for the interrogator to sit; on the opposite side, there is only one chair next to the table for the interrogator to sit.

All tables and chairs are fixed to the floor and cannot be moved; there are only one seat on the table top, at the corner of the table, and several small metal rings that can be used to fix handcuff chains.

Two incandescent lamp tubes were installed on the high part of the interrogation room, and a desk lamp was placed on the table. The desk lamp was naturally placed on the half table near the door; in addition... a movable monitoring probe was pressed on the two diagonals of the ceiling.

After Zheng Xian sat down, Bao Qing walked under one of the surveillance probes with ease... unplugged.

Then, he walked leisurely towards another probe opposite the room...

Feng Bujue just sat down silently opposite Zheng Xian, staring at Deputy Director Zheng's face with a smile. His expression seemed to be the chef looking at a piece of good ingredients, thinking about how to cook...

"You...what do you mean?" Zheng Xian felt chilling after being stared by Brother Jue. He tried his best to make a calm attitude and asked a question.

Feng Bujue ignored his question and asked in turn: "Around 4:30 this afternoon, you answered a call in the bathroom."

Before this sentence was finished, cold sweat had flowed down Zheng Xian's temples.

"Who is on the other end of the phone? What are you doing?" Feng Bujue asked.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Even though he felt a little guilty, Zheng Xian still replied calmly.

"Ha... I don't know, right..." Feng Bujue said, taking out a transparent evidence bag from his arms. The bag contained Zheng Xian's mobile phone. "Deputy Director Zheng, you are also a policeman. You should know... Even if you delete the call record on your phone, we still have many ways to find out that call."

Zheng Xian didn't say anything, but just avoided Brother Jue's sight.

"Hmph..." Feng Bujue snorted coldly and continued, "Where is me... I can probably guess what you think... Do you think if we have found something, and even recorded the phone... we don't need to ask you anymore. Since we are here to interrogate you now, it means... we have not grasped any substantial information, at most we are just bluffing."

Zheng Xian was still silent.

"Ha..." Feng Bujue looked at the other party's reaction and chuckled, "Yes, we are indeed in a deadlock. Because the person who called you was very cautious, he himself used a one-time mobile phone card and used technical means to make a secondary transfer and interference with this communication... Therefore, nothing was left except the call record... neither could be tracked nor recorded."

Hearing this, a hint of undetectable smile appeared on the corner of Zheng Xian's mouth.

"Two...sirs." Zheng Xian finally replied at this time. Brother Jue gave him a reassurance, "I did receive an inexplicable call this afternoon, but the person on the other end of the phone was just selling things. I hung up after a few perfunctory words. As for what you said... I really don't know much."

"Oh..." Brother Jue nodded, "When you hear me say... you can't find anything, you'll go from 'not knowing' to 'not very clear', right?"

Zheng Xian did not respond to this question. He had tried many suspects himself. When should I reply and when should I remain silent... He understood better than anyone else.

"However..." The next second, Feng Bujue changed his subject, "The cautiousness of the person on the other end of the phone, or... his professionalism, just proves that the person who called you is not an ordinary person."

Zheng Xian sneered when he heard this, because Brother Jue's words could not prove anything at all.

"By the way, I haven't asked for advice yet..." Zheng Xian didn't answer the other party's words, but asked on his own, "What are the two chiefs? Which department is the best?"

"Do you care?" Bao Qing, who was standing by the table, responded coldly.

"Haha... I'll just ask." Zheng Xian said, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, picked up one, and preparing to light it for himself.

"Deputy Director Zheng, I find that you seem to have a blind optimism about your situation..." After pausing for a few seconds, Feng Bujue continued, "Do you think we can't do anything to you? Or do you think... the worst result is just 'skin' (usually describing the evil official being removed from office)?"

"This officer...fu" Zheng Xian lit a cigarette and took a sip. "I have explained the questions you asked. Could it be that I have answered a sales call... Is it considered a sin that I committed? "

"You want to discuss crime with us, right?" Bao Qing said, took out a cell phone from his pocket, looked at the screen and said, "Zheng Xian. What is your annual salary?"

"This..." Zheng Xian looked up at the other party and did not reply immediately... He was considering whether there were any traps in this issue.

"No matter how much it is..." Bao Qing didn't wait for his answer, but pressed a few buttons and displayed an online bank transfer interface in front of Zheng Xian. "...it must be far less than this number, right?"

The moment when his eyes came into contact with the screen, Zheng Xian's expression changed drastically.

"You..." Deputy Director Zheng stood up from the chair, "...How come you have me..."

"What are yours?" Feng Bujue interrupted him, "What does this account have to do with you? Or should I ask this..." Brother Jue paused for a moment and continued, "What does these huge amounts of cash in the account of your wife's, younger brother's, and the account of your wife's, and the younger brother's, have to do with you?"

Every time he said the word "天", he raised his tone a little, and read it like a penetrating mouth.

"I...I..." Zheng Xian couldn't speak.

"Deputy Director Zheng, I said you are blindly optimistic... you don't agree." Feng Bujue said, "Who do you think we are?" This is not a problem, nor is he going to give a clear answer. "We are not the kind of person who will let you go to court..." His face became extremely gloomy, "We are the kind of person who... will make you evaporate from the earth..."

"This is the police station!" Zheng Xian yelled immediately.

The next second, he was punched in the face.

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Xian staggered down, looking shocked.

He was stunned for a long time until he felt a hint of chill in the middle of the body. He instinctively reached out and touched his nose and saw the bleeding from his nose... Then he came back to his taste.

"You...you dare to hit someone!" Zheng Xian covered his nose and pointed at Feng Bujue angrily and shouted.

Before he finished speaking, Feng Bujue stood up: "I didn't expect it?" He smiled, "What's my punch just now is mainly to broaden your mindset and let you break the fixed mindset of thinking, 'I can't be violently added to two unknown people in the police station.'" He paused, "With this first step... our communication can be smoother."

"You...you..." Zheng Xian was frightened and angry. But he really had no choice but to deal with the other party. If he wanted to fight back... it would be really not a wise move for him, a slightly fat middle-aged man, and two young people.

"Okay, let's show you what you can do in violence first." Feng Bujue said, "If I don't get satisfactory feedback later, I can gradually escalate to minor injuries, serious injuries, disabled, or... you know." He spread his hands. "But... Is death really scary? I don't think... especially those criminals who are involved in corruption, many of them are not afraid of death... because most of their criminal proceeds cannot be recovered; we can often see some corruption and evil people being imprisoned when they are gray-haired, but the losses they bring to the country and the people have not been compensated. Their families are still enjoying illegal income overseas and are free and easy..."

As Brother Jue spoke, he came to Zheng Xian, leaned against the table and stood firm, and continued: "Of course, you can't reach that level, but the nature is similar... and people like you are... we know exactly what the real weaknesses are."

At this point, Bao Qing walked to the other side of Zheng Xian, held his cell phone and said, "As long as I touch my finger, all the deposits in this account will become charitable donations." He paused for two seconds and added, "Believe me... Once the operation is completed, you will never be able to recover the money."

"If you think money is something outside of your body, that's fine..." Feng Bujue said again, "As for people... you still have to talk about feelings. I can introduce your wife and ** tonight to meet each other, have a meal and have tea together."

"Oh... by the way..." Bao Qing said at this time: "As far as we know, the brother-in-law who manages the company for you seems to like to go to places of love and miserable life. He often goes to that kind of place. It is inevitable that he will encounter some people who are provoking trouble. You said...if he was 'accidentally injured' in a fight and had his son and grandson... how unfair it would be..."

"When it comes to relatives... I suddenly thought..." In less than a second, Feng Bujue continued, "Let the young master prepare to go to the evil land of American imperialism next year to study Pheasant University? If he suddenly has a criminal record for some reason... can he still get a passport?"

"This is not a passport problem..." Bao Qing complained in a relaxed tone, "In that case... it's a matter of whether he can get a high school diploma."

"This is...and he is also an adult..." Feng Bujue said, "After entering prison, let others know that he has a father who is a corrupt policeman. That day... tsk tsk tsk..."

They sang to me and me, and they had a tacit understanding. Zheng Xian's face turned blue and purple, and his nosebleed was scared back.

"I..." The cigarette in Zheng Xian's hand fell to the ground, and his hands kept trembling, "I will give you everything... I'll ask you to give me your best..."

"Hey~ That's right." Feng Bujue patted his shoulder, "You have been in this attitude, and I won't have to fight with you." Only he believed his words, "As long as you honestly explain, we can just expose the small matter of accepting bribes. Isn't it just that I have made about eight million in more than ten years... Can this be called a matter?"

Bao Qing glared at Brother Jue, and his eyes seemed to say, "You are a fake agent of Jiujiu, but you are really very angry."

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At 7:53 in the evening.

Feng Bujue and Bao Qing left the interrogation room and came to a lounge specially prepared for them.

Xiaotan and Brother Chan were also waiting for them in this lounge.

"How is it?" Xiaotan asked impatiently as soon as he saw them coming in.

"Well... things are not simple..." Bao Qing thought as he sat down.

"What?" Brother Chan continued, "That Deputy Director Zheng's backstage is very tough?"

"That's not..." Bao Qing frowned, "He's just a small character, but..."

"To be a metaphor, the person who called Zheng Xian was like a chess player sitting in front of a chess game..." At this time, Brother Jue spoke, "And Zheng Xian... was just a pawn on the chessboard; in that person's hands, there were many pawns like Zheng Xian, which could be used when necessary... Similarly, they could be discarded when necessary..."

"I'll go... I'll say that the person who kidnapped Gui Xiao is very big..." Brother Zen said in surprise.

"Haha... you guessed wrong again." Feng Bujue smiled, "The implementer of the kidnapping and the 'master' of the incident were all just 'pawns'..." At this point, a hint of excitement flashed through Brother Jue's smile, "But... there is another person in this matter, who plays the role of 'planner', that is, the 'chess player' I just mentioned..." He licked his lips, "This person... is very interesting." (To be continued.)
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