Chapter 439 Going out or not, not controlled by others
Just listening to Su Chunfeng's words as delicate as mosquitoes, it came into his ears very clearly: "You can't kill me, so I will always go out... Officer Zheng, have you ever thought about the one called Wan Liansheng.
How miserable, strange, and there is no trace of external damage, and there is no trace of drug poisoning? So, how did he die? If, I mean, if, you will die suddenly with the same symptoms in the future,
Will the police think it was homicide?"
Zheng Tianming, who has been working as a police officer for more than 20 years, was so smart that he immediately heard the increasingly powerful threat information and the obvious signal from Su Chunfeng's words.
Almost like an occupational disease, Zheng Tianming blurted out and asked softly: "It was you who killed it?"
"What can you do to me?"
"Then I can't let you go."
"You are a good person, a good policeman. I admire you and admire you." Su Chunfeng smiled and took a sip of cigarettes, which was extremely insulting and spitting the smoke slowly and frivolously on Zheng Tianming's cheek.
He whispered: "I am also a good person. I never kill innocent people indiscriminately, and I don't want to lose a good policeman like you in society. Use these disgusting methods to treat those who are truly unforgivable. Don't waste it on me."
Zheng Tianming had the urge to wave his hand to slap Su Chunfeng and some big ears. He still lowered his head and gritted his teeth and said, "Su Chunfeng, don't be obsessed with it!"
His words were fierce and his attitude was firm.
But from his performance of still leaning over and whispering to him, Su Chunfeng could see that Zheng Tianming's psychological defense had been penetrated by himself.
Su Chunfeng said again: "I bet that even if my family doesn't come forward, no friend will help me sue and seek justice. Your plan succeeds, and I confessed my guilt... I can't commit suicide. It's not that I don't commit suicide, but that someone doesn't.
I will be punished and let me go out. What will happen to you? In order to acquit me who has already pleaded guilty and should be sentenced, the relevant departments will have to push you out."
Zheng Tianming felt that he was poured from the head by a bucket of ice water, which made him feel cool and his whole body was chilling inside and outside.
He realized something by intuition, but he couldn't figure it out or understand it.
"I still don't understand." Zheng Tianming whispered.
"I wonder if you have investigated Wan Liansheng's identity and past..." Su Chunfeng smiled loudly, and his voice stopped deliberately suppressing it, but said: "Three people died in Wang Jiayingzi, who was really murderous.
Is the case? If so, the three victims died too mysteriously, too weirdly, and too supernaturally? With these, how can you artificially make the lie perfect?"
Zheng Tianming felt more and more chilling, his heart seemed to be frozen, and his spine was numb.
Of course, the task force investigated some information about the ten thousand consecutive victories, including some strange information Zheng Tianming didn't take it seriously at the time because it was purely superstitious. After hearing what Su Chunfeng said,
Thinking about the extremely bizarre and strange deaths of the three victims of Wang Family Yingzi, and the strange scene, how could he not be afraid?
"this……"
"I am innocent, I hope the police can prove my innocence." Su Chunfeng regained his usual calm expression. He looked very weak and a little... helpless innocent and pitiful.
Zheng Tianming, who was in a daze, turned around and strode out, while coldly and unquestionably ordered: "The previous confession record will be invalid."
"yes!"
The two policemen responded with confusion, but without hesitation, and stood up and looked at Su Chunfeng in surprise, and then followed Zheng Tianming, who had already opened the door of the interrogation room, and walked out. He left a look of laughter and crying.
The lustful Su Chunfeng muttered to himself: "No matter how nervous and scared you are, don't forget to say hello to the detention center and remove my equipment. It's awkward to wear it."
I don’t know if Zheng Tianming really forgot it, or if Su Chunfeng’s threat made him scared and made him even more angry, so he had to make Su Chunfeng suffer...
After Su Chunfeng was taken back to the cell, the instruments on his hands and feet did not take them off.
So he saw the scumbags in the cell again, with gloating and fierce expressions on his face: "Boy, aren't you very good at beating, are you very fierce? Look now
How else do you fight? If we don’t mess with you to death tonight, we will be in the society for so long in vain!”
Standing on the path between the bunk beds, Su Chunfeng tilted his head and looked at Yang Shubin, who was sitting cross-legged on the bunk bed on the bunk bed on the bunk bed on the bunk bed on the bunk bed on the bunk bed.
Several gangsters surrounded him.
A young suspect, who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, was dipping the towel little by little in water and carefully wiping the blood stains on his face. The blood stains were almost wiped, but his face was covered with bruises and swelling.
It still made Yang Shubin look particularly miserable, but his expression was very calm, cold and quiet. His eyes were looking at Su Chunfeng's eyes, who were looking at him without any emotion.
Su Chunfeng suddenly laughed, raised his hands, handcuffed, and kicked his feet bound by shackles with iron balls, making a sensational sound, and then said, "I'm back again.
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Yang Shubin also grinned and said, "How can I spare you?"
"Kill one and kill ten... the final result is the same for me." Su Chunfeng turned around and walked easily to his spread bedding. The iron chains and iron balls collided and dragged the ground, making a terrifying sound.
He turned around and sat on the bunk bed, lifted his feet effortlessly, pulled all the iron balls and shackles onto the bunk bed, and then he rubbed his butt and raised his handcuffed, and lay in trouble.
Then he looked at the man in his fifties next to him, and said politely with a smile: "Uncle, I'm inconvenient to my hands and feet now. Please help me cover the bedding. I'm a little weak person.
, afraid of the cold."
The old man smiled awkwardly, looked at Yang Shubin, and then reached out to help Su Chunfeng cover the bedding.
I never thought that the bedding had just been covered, Su Chunfeng suddenly sat up again. I don’t know how he used force to move, but he stood up so quickly. He seemed to suddenly think of something, and walked two steps with his shackles.
Going below the bunk, he walked straight towards Yang Shubin.
Several burly men instinctively acted to stop him, but were swept by Su Chunfeng's calm and indifferent eyes, and immediately retreated from the cold and hid far away - according to Brother Bin who had received the news before, this
The guy named Su Chunfeng, he, he seems to be a suspect who killed three people. He just said that killing one and killing ten will have the same final result for him.
Mom, there are seven left!
There are a lot of people in our cell, but no one wants to make up the numbers!
Yang Shubin's eyes, which were squeezed into a slit by his swollen cheeks, burst into cold light. He suddenly stretched out his legs and landed on the ground and stood up suddenly.
Bang!
Yang Shubin was already seriously injured by Su Chunfeng's energy, and his head was still hurt and confused, so he suddenly stood up in a hurry, but he still couldn't react as hard as Su Chunfeng's handcuffed hands and thumped his forehead. He was on his back
With a sound, his waist hit the edge of the bunk bed heavily.
Su Chunfeng leaned over, waved his hands and handcuffs, and smashed Yang Shubin's face.
Bang, bang, bang...
Everyone in the cell was stunned and frightened!
Me-Fuck!
Is this guy a human?
"Murder!"
I don’t know who shouted loudly, and then several people ran to the innermost part in horror, jumped onto the bunk and hid in the corner of the wall and shouted loudly, all of them looking terrified...
Soon, the iron door was opened with a loud bang.
Four or five policemen holding electric batons rushed in.
Su Chunfeng sat on the edge of the bunk bed, looking at Yang Shubin, who was dying but still had no fear. He stared at him with a vicious hatred and said, "We didn't know each other before, but if I still have a chance to go out,
You'd better pray that you'll stay in prison for the rest of your life and don't meet me again, or I'll kill you!"
"Why?" Yang Shubin spoke with difficulty, and a trace of doubt finally appeared in his eyes.
Su Chunfeng was already pretending to be weak and was dragged out by two policemen with arms in his arms, but he looked at Yang Shubin face in and smiled and said, "Are you brainless?"
Yang Shubin was stunned.
Two other policemen stepped forward to check Yang Shubin's injuries. One policeman waved an electric baton and scolded the other suspects all squatted down.
Soon, Yang Shubin, who was seriously injured and almost beaten on his face, was taken out of the cell by several suspects and hurried to the medical room under the custody of the police.
That night, Su Chunfeng, who had just entered the detention center, was detained.
He has been identified by the detention center police as an extremely dangerous and mentally violent person.
The confinement room is very small, so small that it is used to inhumanely torture people. It is less than one square meter in size and less than one meter in height. When you stand up, you have to bow your waist and lower your head, and you can't stretch your legs out when you lie down. Even if you sit down,
You can't even stretch your legs against the wall. You have to bend your legs and hold them. There is nothing inside, there is no light... Let's put it this way, if you were an ordinary person, you would have to stay in it for an hour.
The whole body is sore, and I am afraid that the spirit will collapse in a few hours. No matter how determined a person stays here for three or two days, he will have to be depressed and go crazy. If he is released, he will not be willing to be beaten to death 100%.
Going into such a ghost place again.
However, these tormenting factors are nothing to Su Chunfeng.
He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, silently recited the magic spells and the mind method, but did not use the magic. Instead, he relied on the powerful mental cultivation of the awakening realm and the cultivation of the personal physical Qi refining realm, and quickly became like the detention center.
The aura suppresses people's environmental magnetic field to achieve a balance, and slowly absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the vital energy that is constantly generated in the body meet, separate, and complement each other. The two techniques activate the original element to be connected between the meridians and the five internal organs and seven souls.
The Great Circle is surging.
It is rare to calm down and practice.
When he was first arrested, Su Chunfeng felt that he would be acquitted at most three or two days.
After a long time, even his parents received news, he knew that he was about to go out - but he was already very angry and did not intend to let the development of things be controlled by anyone.
I don’t want to let some people and forces take themselves out of the detention center.
He wants those people and forces to have a better memory!
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