At this time, no matter what they talk to these policemen, they will not listen.

After calming down, I began to analyze who made such a big picture that harmed me?

Wang Daming? Or is the contractor and the developer? Or is it them together?

Just as I was thinking, the police car started and drove me towards the front.

As soon as I drove not far, I sat in the back of the car and saw a shop not far away surrounded by people, with cordons in the middle. There were many policemen at the scene maintaining order.

The heart-wrenching cry pierced through the glass on the car and into my ears.

The police car honked his horn, and the people surrounding the store were making way. The moment the police car drove past, he looked out through the car window. The store was Xiyangyang mutton noodles!

Inside the cordon, there was a black ancient sedan chair. The sedan chair was carried by four paper men, and a few of them knelt in front of the black sedan chair and cried to death.

Although I can't see anything in the black sedan, I can probably guess it.

Someone probably died in that sedan last night!

Who died in the sedan chair? And how did he die? Why did the police treat me as the murderer?

Thinking of this, I looked at the policeman sitting next to me and asked:

"Brother Policeman, did someone die in that black sedan when we were passing by?"

After hearing my words, the police snorted coldly, looked at me disdainfully and said:

"Stop pretending to be garlic in front of me. You know much more if someone dies inside."

Judging from his appearance, I knew I couldn't ask anything from him, so I stopped talking and waited to get into the bureau and asked clearly.

They can't just treat me like a murderer in such a vague way.

The car quickly drove into the local police station in Guli Town. I was taken into the interrogation room behind by the police in the car. They locked me in a steel chair and hurriedly left.

They got out of the car and went to the interrogation room, without saying a word during this period.

I sat in this hard chair and waited for more than an hour before I heard footsteps coming from outside.

When I opened the door, I walked in front of me an old policeman. He was about fifty years old, and there were two policemen behind him, the two who had handcuffed me away from Qimeng Store before.

After the three of them walked into the interrogation room, the old policeman sat down opposite me. He threw the documents in his hand on the table, lit a cigarette for himself, took a puff, looked at me and asked:

"Young man, are you thirsty?"

"No thirst." I said.

"Are you hungry?" the old policeman looked at me and asked again.

"Nor hungry," I said.

He nodded, slowly spit out the cigarette from his mouth, and said:

"The next question I ask you, if you have a lie, I will let you taste the taste of not eating, drinking or sleeping for three days and three nights!" There was almost no pause, and the old policeman immediately questioned me:

"Name?Age?Profession?"

"Wang Cheng, 18, student." I replied one by one.

"Where were you last night?" When the old policeman asked me, his sharp eyes as sharp as an eagle did not leave my face.

"Sleep in Sister Qimeng's noodle shop." I replied.

"There is your fingerprint on this floor bell. Did you put it on the roof of Xiyangyang Noodle Restaurant in the middle of the night?" The old policeman said, pulling out a photo from the document, holding it in his hand and put it in front of me for me to see.

I looked carefully and found that the floor clock in the photo was indeed the one I placed on the roof of Xiyangyang Noodle Restaurant yesterday.

When I saw this photo, a very bad premonition came to my mind.

"Yes, I put it on." Although I had an ominous premonition, I did this and there was nothing to hide.

The old policeman nodded:

"Just recognize it." He said, taking out another photo from the folder to show me.

The photo is taken in the black sedan chair in front of the Xiyangyang Noodle Restaurant, and now you can see it clearly.

The sedan chair was lifted by four paper men, and there was a dead man lying inside the sedan chair. The photo was mosaiced, but I could still vaguely see that the dead man in the photo seemed to have been peeled off, and the entire sedan chair was full of shocking blood!

Seeing this, I figured it all out. Sitting on the chair, my hands and feet were cold, as if I was struck by lightning!

I finally understood why the police regarded me as the murderer.

The one who died in the sedan chair should be the owner or boss of Xiyangyang Lamb Restaurant. He was cruelly skinned by the murderer, and then threw the body into such a strange black sedan chair by suspense.

The next morning, when the police came to investigate, they found the floor clock in the water tank on the roof. They found me based on the fingerprints on the floor clock, so I was initially determined to be the murderer.

But just by relying on the fingerprint on the landing clock, I regarded me as the murderer, which was too hasty.

"Last night you ran out of Qimeng Noodle House and deliberately put the floor bell and sedan chair in Xiyangyang Noodle House to distract our police officers and then kill people with extremely cruel means to silence them. Fortunately, you were careless and did not wipe the fingerprints left on the floor bell, and finally we caught them. In the past two months, you have committed crimes and killed three people, saying! What is your purpose in doing this?!"

"You have caught the wrong person. I really put the landing clock on the roof, but I really didn't kill the person. The black sedan chair has nothing to do with me." I tried to clarify the case so that my thinking would not be confused.

"Since you said you didn't kill someone, what's your intention to put a landing clock on the roof of the deceased's shop?!" the old policeman stared at me and asked sternly.

His question really stopped me.

If I tell him the truth, I want to use Feng Shui techniques and borrow the floor bell to suppress the luck of Xiyangyang Lamb Restaurant, it would be strange if they could believe it.

But if I were asked to tell lies, I wouldn't make it up in the first place. Who would put the floor clock on the roof of someone else's shop?

That's why they took this as a clue, followed the clues, and caught me as the sucker...

"Don't think that if you don't say anything, I can't do anything to you. I'll say! Are you Bai Juyi?!"

When I heard this, I was stunned. I had to be stunned. Why did the murder case involve the poet Bai Juyi?

"Police Officer, are you kidding me? Bai Juyi... Then, isn't that one of the three poets of the Tang Dynasty? What does it have to do with me?"

"Bang!!" The old policeman slapped the table hard, stood up and pointed at me and shouted loudly:

"At this point, you are still pretending to be confused, are you?! Do you play the old man like a monkey?! Xiao Wang and Xiao Li, beat me!"

The old policeman ordered the two middle-aged policemen who followed him immediately pulled out rubber sticks from their bodies, and without saying a word, he called me at the head and face.

Rubber sticks hit the body, which will not easily cause external injuries, and it was also a common method for police interrogation at that time.

My hands and feet were being punished, and I could neither resist nor protect myself, so I could only grit my teeth and carry it on my shoulders.

After the fight, I could have twenty or thirty strokes. The old policeman then called them to stop. I felt that my whole body was about to fall apart, a smell of blood in my throat, and blood was flowing down the corners of my mouth.

"As long as you come in, I have a way to pry your mouth open." The old policeman said, getting up and walking towards me step by step.

Even though I didn’t kill the person, now it’s not the time to speak stubbornly, I had to look up at the old policeman and said:

"Officer, you can make me plead guilty, but I want to see someone before that."

The old policeman stared at me and pondered:

"who?"

"Supervisor Shi Zilong."
Chapter completed!