His legs were numb, and it was Huang Hai's turn.
He and the pair of "Tiger Down the Mountain" were led into the hut where the records were made. There was no window in the room, and there was only one table. Looking back, the door was closed, and the door frame was full of bloody fingerprints.
The back of Huang Hai's neck was cold, and he was scared at that time: "Uncle policeman, I'm not... I'm not..."
The policeman was a young man in his twenties, with a cigarette in his mouth, and motioned for the two of them to sit down: "Which of you is a prostitute, and who is a prostitute?"
Huang Hai wants to cry but has no tears.
"You arrested the wrong person." Dizang sat coquettishly with his legs crossed.
"Then how do you explain the one thousand yuan for whoring?" The policeman pointed to a stack of banknotes on the table, brought back from the scene.
"No," Huang Hai said anxiously, "That's the money I gave him to buy the car!"
"Buy a car?" The policeman showed a very understanding smile, "Once you are an adult, you can go out and spend!"
Huang Hai broke into a cold sweat: "Real car! Pancake car! One thousand deposit and one thousand final payment!"
The police didn't believe it: "What kind of pancake luxury car with gold trim, two thousand yuan? Come on, let's talk about the sale."
Jizo was sitting with his pockets tucked in, his shirt collar was already open low, and he grinned, revealing
Sexy chest tattoo: "When will I return my camera?"
The policeman looked at it and guessed it was from the street: "That's physical evidence, it's being washed upstairs," and said solemnly, "Button the clothes!"
Huang Hai's face turned pale when he heard about the photos being washed, and all the photos that came out were his fucking pornographic photos...
Dizang leaned on the chair, looked down at his chest muscles: "It's big, it can't be buckled."
Huang Hai opened his mouth and looked at him, thinking that he is worthy of being a gangster, he is awesome.
The little policeman was furious. Seeing this man with fair hair and colored contact lenses, he was so sly and unruly. He was about to get angry when the technical team sent in a dozen photos. Except for the first one, the back of his head was all shaking. flesh.
"Yhs love!" The little policeman blushed, and threw the photo in front of the two of them, "Okay, make a statement, come one by one!"
Yin Liang came out of the captain's office, holding a non-motor vehicle license plate, and said blankly, "Thank you, Uncle Liu."
"No thanks, Xiaoliang," Captain Liu followed him out, and walked to the door eagerly, "Go back and say hello to your father for uncle!"
"Definitely," Yin Liang turned his head and saw Huang Hai squatting on the ground, wiping his finger rubbed with red ink on the leg of the chair, "That's..."
"Oh," Captain Liu said, "the anti-pornography just set up a footwashing room, and there are a lot of prostitutes."
Yin Liang was stunned, and suddenly clenched his hand holding the license plate, his fingers hurt from being cut by the iron plate, but he didn't care.
He only hated himself, that day after school, Lu Lu begged him like that, why didn't he agree