Chapter 200 Interrogation

Chapter 200: Interrogation in court

The handcuffs have been removed and the mobile phone has been confiscated. Zhao Jianhui sat down on the bed, reached out and fiddled with the watch on his wrist a few times, and whispered a few times, as if talking to himself, even if someone heard it, he would not care. .

After waiting for a long time, no one came to interrogate me. I lay on the bed and thought to myself, could it be that all the police went home to sleep? It's very important to be so efficient as a police officer. I don’t know which branch these police officers belong to. I must deal with them seriously after I go out.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sudden metal banging sound outside the door. Then, the iron door was pushed open from the outside, and two policemen walked in.

Zhao Jianhui turned over and sat up, only to see the two policemen who came in staring at him impatiently. "Damn, it's good for you. You can still lie in bed and squint for a while. We police officers have become grandsons. It's midnight and we can't sleep. We still have to serve you. Come on, put this thing on yourself and follow us. "

As he spoke, a policeman clanged and threw a pair of handcuffs on the ground in front of Zhao Jianhui. Well, think about it for him, being a police officer is really not easy. I couldn't sleep with my wife in my arms in the middle of the night. No wonder the police had a bad temper.

Zhao Jianhui felt very sorry for these two policemen. If he hadn't been here and in his usual capacity as chief, he would not have been able to praise them properly.

Thinking of this, Zhao Jianhui squatted on the ground, picked up the handcuffs, and put them on himself consciously. It is the glorious task of every citizen to cooperate with the work of police comrades! However, Zhao Jianhui's cooperation was a bit too neat, and his handcuffing technique was very slippery, which dumbfounded both policemen.

"Hey, you can't tell. Do you wear it all the time?" The younger policeman was a little uneasy. Seeing Zhao Jianhui's good performance, he started to "praise".

Two policemen followed Zhao Jianhui closely, one on the left and the other on the right, as they turned to another corridor along the long corridor. The corridor was very long, dimly lit, and very quiet. Occasionally, they would encounter policemen passing by, walking in a hurry, as if they were very busy. Busy look.

Finally reaching the end of the corridor, Zhao Jianhui was taken into a room by two policemen. Looking at the furnishings, he knew that this should be a torture chamber. Because the furnishings of this room are easy to understand at a glance. There are two chairs and a small wooden table placed against the wall. In front of the wooden table, there is a separate wooden chair three meters away. However, the wooden chair is facing the two chairs behind the table.

There is a computer, a printer, and a desk lamp on the desk. It is estimated that when the two of them interrogate themselves later, one will ask questions and the other will take notes on the computer. There is also a standing lamp next to the desk, which is a bit It's like a searchlight, probably used to shine on prisoners during night interrogations.

One of the police officers motioned to Zhao Jianhui to sit on the lone wooden chair in the middle of the room. The wooden chair had a unique shape and was different from the usual ones. It was specially used for prisoners to sit on. After Zhao Jianhui sat on it, the two policemen The wooden boards on both sides of the chair's armrests were closed together, just enough to hold his body, and his handcuffed hands were placed on the wooden boards. Apart from the fact that his body could not move freely, it was not very uncomfortable.

The two police officers checked the wooden chair and saw nothing unusual, so they turned around and left the room.

Zhao Jianhui thought to himself, after being busy for a long time, these two policemen were still interrogating him? Seeing that so many police officers were busy working on this case, I was still too bureaucratic before. Unless I saw it with my own eyes, how could I know that the comrades at the grassroots level were working so hard to handle the case?

Zhao Jianhui sat on this special wooden chair and waited calmly for the police to ask questions. Time did not pass long, and I heard footsteps outside the door. Following the sound, two policemen walked in, both in uniforms. One of them was an old acquaintance. The first time they met was in the massage room, and this time It should be the second meeting. It was the beautiful police officer known as Captain Geng. Seeing her coming in, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but be startled. He actually asked the leader to interrogate himself. Is my case a big one?

A male policeman came in with the policewoman. He was quite young, about 25 or 26 years old, quite handsome, and he was carrying a big plastic bag in his hand. As soon as he came in, he poured the contents of the bag into the On the table, in addition to mobile phones, there were wallets, cigarettes, lighters and other items, which fell on the table and made a pinging sound.

Oh, can you be gentle? Don’t you feel bad at all if it’s not yours? Zhao Jianhui sighed secretly in his heart, these things on the table were all his treasures.

The male policeman pulled Zhao Jianhui's things aside, started the computer, and prepared the interrogation record. The beautiful policewoman stared at Zhao Jianhui for a moment, which made Zhao Jianhui feel a little unhappy. Psychological warfare, right? Even though I haven’t tried a single case since I became a police officer, I understand this.

All police officers have this kind of virtue. They will first stare at you with a self-righteous look until you feel guilty, and then they will pursue the victory and conduct a surprise interrogation. For those prisoners who are not mentally mature, this trick can often have unexpected effects.

Alas, we are all our own people, is this necessary? Zhao Jianhui murmured in his heart and returned the policewoman's gaze with a smile, but there was an expression on his face that was hard to figure out.

Zhao Jianhui didn't take a close look at the face of this policewoman in the massage room last night. He just felt that she was very beautiful at first. At that time, he thought she looked like Geng Xiaoli, but he was not sure if she was her relative. Now they were sitting face to face, It gave Zhao Jianhui the convenience to look at her carefully.

Beautiful, so beautiful, Zhao Jianhui admired her from the bottom of his heart. She looked capable with her short, ear-length hair, black and shiny, a pair of big autumn-like eyes under the right shade of eyebrows, long eyelashes, a delicate little nose, and warm red lips. , people can't help but want to kiss Fangze, a beauty, a first-class beauty.

Like, really like, no matter from every aspect, this policewoman looks very similar to Geng Xiaoli. The nose, eyes, chin, eyebrows, and diamond-shaped red lips, they all look exactly the same as Geng Xiaoli. , if he were a few years older, Zhao Jianhui would almost be unable to help shouting the words "Director Geng".

Zhao Jianhui's gaze softened as he stared at the beautiful policewoman, but unfortunately, the policewoman's beautiful eyes were cold. At this moment, there was a flash of anger, and the anger became more and more intense, and it was about to explode. When Zhao Jianhui reacted to the policewoman, When his eyes were unkind, an angry roar sounded in his ears.

No wonder the policewoman was angry. A guy who was swept in by the anti-pornography campaign dared to look at himself so naked. Did he imagine himself to be that person?

"Name!" The interrogation began. The voice of the beautiful policewoman was very nice, crisp and sweet. The only drawback was that it was too cold and not friendly. Zhao Jianhui was criticizing her voice and forgot to answer.

"I'm asking you a question. Why are you so confused? Your name!" the policewoman's voice became even colder. If we hadn't stopped beating prisoners in recent years, policewoman Hua's little feet would probably have kicked Zhao Jianhui in the nose.

"Zhao Jianhui." Zhao Jianhui came back to his senses and tried to make his voice as honest as possible.

"Age." The female police officer asked, as if she was still tasting the name in her mouth. Maybe she felt familiar with it, right?

"24, 25 years old." Zhao Jianhui's heart moved, and he suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"How much is it? What is 24 or 25 years old? I'll ask you again, age!" The policewoman's voice now contained a trace of impatience in addition to ice.

"I don't know the specifics. Anyway, it's either twenty-four or twenty-five." Zhao Jianhui's voice became even deeper.

"Your age!" The policewoman's voice was obviously angry. Wouldn't she know her exact age? Are you dishonest? Or was it intentional?

"Hey" Zhao Jianhui sighed: "I'm 25 years old, I don't know my birthday that day." Zhao Jianhui sounded a little frustrated. He actually forgot to ask last time he went to Beijing. The old man and his whole family were just happy, so No one told me that I was such an unlucky child.

The male policeman interrupted in a sinister manner: "What the hell? Is there anyone who doesn't know their birthday? Answer the question honestly!"

"Police officer, go to the orphanage and ask how many people don't know their birthdays. Is it any wonder?" I had just criticized myself as a bureaucrat, but I didn't expect that this policeman was even more bureaucratic than me. Zhao Jianhui was very angry, but did not glare at him. He just glanced at him contemptuously and shook his head gently. As a grassroots police officer, how could he ask about the case like this? This was Zhao Jianhui’s innermost thoughts. Although Zhao Jianhui did not say it out loud, he believed that the two police officers in front of him could understand what he meant. Police Officer Shuai Ge was furious and was about to start shooting the case. , the policewoman stopped him in time.

When it comes to the anger in my heart, I am no less angry than this male policeman, but now everything must be about human rights, and prisoners also have human rights, not to mention that the person in front of me is just a suspect, not a real prisoner.

"Ethnicity?" The beautiful policewoman continued the boring procedure.

"Chinese."

"Where do you live?"

"Room 302, Unit 2, Building 3, Dormitory, Huanghai City Public Security Bureau." Zhao Jianhui felt a little helpless at this formal inquiry and answered blankly.

"What did you say? Don't talk nonsense. Answer the questions honestly!!" The young police officer couldn't help but shouted again.

The policewoman glared at him and then asked: "What do you do?"

"Unemployed." Zhao Jianhui smiled bitterly. He estimated that if he dared to say that he was the deputy director of the municipal bureau, these two people would give him the name of a fraudster.

"Are you married?"

"Nothing." Zhao Jianhui then added: "I have a girlfriend."

"I didn't ask you this." The policewoman rolled her eyes at Zhao Jianhui. Do you think someone like you has a girlfriend? Then you are even less of a thing. You still do that when you have a girlfriend?

"Do you know why I invited you in?" A beauty is a beauty, so be polite and just catch me. Why do you say "please"? Zhao Jianhui sighed in his heart that the words created by his ancestors were meaningful enough.

"I don't know." Zhao Jianhui answered simply this time. He really didn't know why the police wanted to arrest him.

Policewoman Hua asked with a firm attitude of denying everything: "You really don't know?"

"I really don't know!" Zhao Jianhui answered her firmly.

"Think carefully, why are you invited in?" The policewoman's beautiful big eyes were fixed on Zhao Jianhui's facial expression, her eyes were sharp and charming.

Zhao Jianhui pretended to be deep in thought, and then shook his head after a long while: "I really can't remember, why don't you give me a cigarette?

God, maybe he remembered. "

The craving for cigarettes came, and Zhao Jianhui remembered that when he watched prisoners being interrogated on TV, the police usually had to comply with this small request. Of course he would not miss this opportunity.

The policewoman glared at Zhao Jianhui, which made Zhao Jianhui's heart skip a beat. But the stares returned. Although the policewoman was dissatisfied with Zhao Jianhui's attitude, she still signaled to the police officer Shuai Ge who was taking the record to take out a cigarette from the table. The police officer reluctantly handed the cigarette to Zhao Jianhui and lit it for Zhao Jianhui. .

Alas, this is my lighter and my cigarette, why do you seem reluctant to part with it?

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