When Guan Jin arrived at the police station early in the morning, he found that the atmosphere in the office was very strange, a smell of gunpowder smoke.
"No one was caught yet?" Guan Jin said without concern for himself.
Zheng Fei looked irritable and dropped the record in his hand: "I hit the muzzle of the gun, and I caught it all!"
Guan Jin was a little surprised: "Caught? Then why do you guys look so upset?"
"That guy ran around the alley like an idiot last night, and he was caught straight. Who knew that his mouth was so tight that he was interrogated by wheels all night, coercing and enticing him. This guy didn't even get into the oil and salt. In the revolutionary era, the entire fighter in the scum hole, the male version of Sister Jiang!" Chen Qiaoyu, who had stayed up all night, complained dejectedly on the table.
"Who is Sister Jiang?" Guan Jin asked shamelessly.
"Sister Jiang is a revolutionary martyr. After being captured by the enemy, she experienced severe torture to extract a confession, and would rather die than surrender." Gu Xiang suffered from occupational disease and patiently explained to Guan Jin.
"Guan Jin, don't you have dissociative amnesia? General knowledge and common sense won't be forgotten." Wen Jinghan, who had been silent by the door of his small office, suddenly spoke up.
Guan Jin's body froze invisibly. He slowly raised his eyes and looked at Wen Jinghan: "The brain is a very complicated thing, who knows? Maybe I never knew, maybe I really forgot."
Wen Jinghan shrugged and said with a smile, "It's also possible. However, this is also a good thing. You can get out of the frame of habitual thinking and think about how to pry Wang Bingkang's mouth open."
Guan Jin glanced at the interrogation room, "Is he really comparable to a revolutionary martyr? I don't think so." After speaking, he raised his legs and walked towards the interrogation room.
Gu Xiang followed uneasy, and the others followed the dead horse as a living horse doctor to join in the fun.
Wang Bingkang in the interrogation room was already a little unshaven, and his face was obviously tired and irritable.
"This is the spirit of revolutionary martyrs?" Guan Jin doubted.
"Don't look at him like a bear, he bites hard on key issues." Zheng Fei said bitterly.
Guan Jin folded his arms and looked at the people inside for a while, then took the blank notebook beside him and walked over to open the door.
Wang Bingkang raised his head vigilantly, and his expression changed when he saw Guan Jin.
Guan Jin obviously had no intention of reminiscing, he sat opposite Wang Bingkang, put the pen and paper on the table, stretched Erlang's legs, and said nothing. The two just stared at each other like this, and I don't know how long it took...
"I said, how long will they have to look at each other affectionately?" Lin Bai yawned and blinked.
Wang Bingkang didn't seem to be able to sit still. He twisted a few times on the chair and said in a hoarse voice, "Officer, I'm thirsty, can you give me a glass of water?"
"No." Guan Jin said calmly.
Wang Bingkang was taken aback, "Officer, how can the people's police ignore human rights and abuse prisoners?"
"Since you admit that you are a prisoner, then explain what you have committed."
"I… "
"To be honest, I'll give you a good time, or we'll take it slow, I have time."
Wang Bingkang was obviously frightened by Guan Jin's darker expression and tone than the criminal: "You, what do you want to do!"
Guan Jin gently turned the pen in his hand: "Let's talk about a condition, you can honestly tell me what role you played in this case, who is your boss, and I will use this pen to make a record. If you continue to resist, I will use it for a different purpose, how about making a fork? Where to put it? Why not, how about putting it in your eyes?" Guan Jin's tone was like talking about what to eat for breakfast.
"What! What?!" Wang Bingkang was a little stunned and said in disbelief, "What are you kidding, do you want to torture to extract a confession?"
"Just kidding?" Guan Jin stood up and turned the pen skillfully, "Do you think I have the spare time to invite you to the police station to make a joke?"
Wang Bingkang leaned against the back of the chair, as if he wanted to indent himself into the back of the chair.
The people outside couldn't see Guan Jin's expression with his back turned to them, Zheng Fei touched his chin: "Ha, I never thought Guan Xiaojin would intimidate this trick, but with his small body, it's too intimidating."
"Really... Why do I think that Wang Bingkang seems to be very scared." Lin Bai muttered softly.
Guan Jin has slowly walked to Wang Bingkang, Wang Bingkang stared at him, his back a little numb. What kind of expression is this, in the eyes of this little policeman, he seems to be just an ant that will die with a twist. Wang Bingkang watched him slowly raise his hand and stretch it out to him.
Will die, this cop will kill himself, his expression says so. Wang Bingkang wanted to call for help, but he couldn't make a sound.
Guan Jin suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, pressed Wang Bingkang's face with one hand, supported his left eyelid with his fingers, fixed him firmly on the chair, held a fountain pen in one hand, and quickly inserted it without hesitation.
Everything happened between lightning and flint, and the people outside had no time to react. Before Tintin's scream got stuck in his throat, a shrill scream came from the interrogation room.
Zheng Fei and Gu Xiang raised their feet to rush in, but were stopped by a gesture from Wen Jinghan at the front.
"I said! I said it all!!!" Wang Bingkang shouted hoarsely. The opened eye was less than a millimeter away, and he could almost feel the ink on the ball of the pen tip making contact with the eyeball.
Guan Jin let go of his hand, walked back to his seat easily, put down the pen, his face remained indifferent for thousands of years, as if nothing had happened just now. Wang Bingkang, who was behind him, stretched out on the chair, panting heavily, his clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and there was cold air inside and out.
Guan Jin opened the door and walked out, and said to the stunned crowd, "I have no experience in what to ask, so go ahead and ask."
Lin Bai swallowed hard, "You, what if you don't control it well and really poke it?"
Guan Jin wondered: "If you poke it, you will be sent to the hospital. Could it be that the suspect is not allowed to be treated?"
Everyone: "… "orz
Wen Jinghan coughed at the right time: "Qiao Yu, Zheng Fei, you go to record your confession. Others, what are you going to do?"
The frightened people hide from Guan Jin, who is "without common sense and non-human", like birds and beasts.
"It seems that it is necessary for Gu Xiang to re-read the police manual for you." Wen Jinghan looked at Guan Jin who was not sure why, "The police must not use violence when interrogating suspects."
"Violence?" Guan Jin frowned and thought about it, "I didn't beat him just now, he didn't even lose any hair."
"In principle, methods with physical threats are not recommended."
"Principles?" Guan Jin shrugged and passed by Wen Jinghan, "Then it doesn't matter, you never have any principles anyway."
"… "
One morning, Wen Jinghan was thinking seriously in the office whether he should recreate a great image of justice and strictness.
"Boss," Tintin put down the phone, "Tan Qu called just now and said that he remembered something. Before, he overheard some people's sporadic conversations, saying that they were just a bait anyway. I don't know if there is any Useless."
"Yi'er?" Wen Jinghan pondered, "Sure enough, it's not just human trafficking and love activities. The focus should be on those guests, but what does the mastermind want to get from these people?"
"Those people are not simple people, I'm afraid they won't be bribed by this little fun." Gu Xiang said.
At this time, Zheng Fei and Chen Qiaoyu walked in excitedly: "Boss, it's all gone!"
Wang Bingkang was originally a smuggler operating in Southeast Asia. Later, because he offended the local underworld, he was forced to give up his old business and return to China. Shortly after returning to China, he opened a brokerage company and wanted to use this sign to cheat. Not long after the company opened, someone approached him, talked with him about cooperation, said that he could help him solve the previous troubles after the completion of the matter, and gave him a large deposit. Wang Bingkang was overjoyed and immediately accepted it. He didn't know the people he was in contact with, and he just told him to look for some good-looking teenagers who were not doing their jobs and would not cause big trouble if they disappeared. He didn't think much about it at the time, and later found it strange, because it was not like the way of finding targets in the general industry, and it was concentrated in one city. Wang Bingkang is not an honest and obedient master, so he secretly followed the person who made a connection, the other party went around, and disappeared when he entered a block lined with high-end consumer places. Later, when the film and television city was killed, Wang Bingkang heard the wind and wanted to find the client, but he couldn't get in touch. He simply rented a house nearby and hired a few bodyguards, hoping that he could find clues. Unfortunately, before he could find anyone, his whereabouts were revealed and he was taken into the police station. However, he did confirm one thing. The person who entrusted him had nothing to do with the Zilan Club, because the other party once gave him a note with contact information, and the note with the pattern was used by the employees of the Zilan Club. , only this one.
"It seems that we are heading in the right direction. Unexpectedly, this Wang Bingkang is quite a criminal investigation savvy. He actually found such a small clue and helped us a lot." Gu Xiang sighed.
"You already guessed that Wang Bingkang was just being used by the other party. After being exposed, he has become an abandoned child, so you insisted on arresting him regardless of the grass and the snake." Guan Jin used a positive tone.
Wen Jinghan nodded: "This matter is so secretive, but the other party killed and silenced in front of us and made the matter bigger. Let us simply turn our attention to the people related to the film and television city, and then find Wang Bingkang, It seems too conspicuous. Therefore, we can only boldly speculate that Wang Bingkang is just a smoke bomb released by the other party, the purpose is to make us deviate from the direction. We just calculated the plan and relaxed their vigilance. However, they did not expect that Wang Bingkang was unwilling to be lonely and acted as his own. A private detective."
"Why don't I know about this?" Guan Jin carried a bit of resentment that he didn't understand.
"This is the result of everyone's discussion at the analysis meeting before the arrest operation. You had other important tasks at the time, so I didn't inform you." Zheng Fei hurriedly smoothed things out, for fear that Guan Jin would use a pen to poke it again.
Hmph, I don't care what you guys discuss, I'm not yours!
"Good news!" Le Fan suddenly ran in, "The person from the Zilan Club called Jin Mailong and invited him to come tonight, saying there was a special event."
"How do you say that word?" Wen Jinghan smiled slightly.
"Good news spreads frequently!" Tintin responded quickly.
All thumbs up.
Guan Jin closed his eyes, this kind of tacit understanding is so annoying!