The police uncle bit his mouth, sighed, and said:

"Go to the prison with me and take a confession."

The policeman just came over with handcuffs. I raised my head, looked at him coldly, and said:

"Four gangsters came, and one more."

"Yes, yes, four people, if you don't arrest that person, how can you arrest us?" [

Zhang Jie was angry.

Because, just now, a policeman asked her to pull down her clothes and look at the evidence on her body.

I squinted and saw it, but didn't say anything.

"That's right. Three girls can't defend themselves against four men. It's important to catch the gangsters."

If he doesn't have to step forward but just stands behind others, the cry of the masses will be louder than the others.

But, it sounds nice, doesn’t it?

Public opinion and public opinion still have positive effects. We cannot resent them, but can only guide them.

Public opinion is like a flood. We must make the best use of the situation so that it does not become a flood that destroys our homes, but becomes good water that irrigates fertile fields.

The little policeman was so stunned again that he gritted his teeth with hatred, as if he wanted to eat me.

And, haha, hahaha, I looked at him with a smile in my eyes.

It's not that you can't wear handcuffs, but it depends on whether you can wear them.

I didn’t commit a crime, so why should I wear it? This argument must be set correctly, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with it later.

I don't mind going to the police station to meet older police officers. It's a must.

I'm still waiting for the police uncle to catch the fourth gangster, haha

The old policeman felt a little guilty when I saw him, so he quickly waved his hand and said:

"Stop wearing it, let's talk about it after the matter is cleared up."

Zhang Min and Zhang Jie breathed a sigh of relief and protected me on the left and the right (they were still protecting me at this time, I was speechless, ashamed, very ashamed!) When I left the yard, there were several police cars outside.

Without saying a word, I chose a Santana. I didn't want to ride in that kind of prison car with iron railings, which looked like a criminal at first glance.

How could I commit a crime? [

It's strange, no one expressed doubts about my behavior, no one stopped me, not a word, it was very strange.

My whole body was covered in blood. Instead of taking the prison car, I got into the captain's (?) car and left.
Chapter completed!