life as a police officer in america

He really wanted to pick it up and study it carefully, but his hands were tied.

What else can I use you for?

Wang Dengming began to daydream about heaven and earth...

Outside the interrogation room, in the only bar in the detention center, Xin Mohai was drinking beer.

"Just a little drink can relieve the pain and anesthetize my increasingly sluggish body."

This bar is also located in the same area. In addition to supplying the staff of the detention center, it also serves ordinary suspects in the detention center who have good repentance.

Ma Xue's facial expression is very complicated.

"Why, why is this happening? We all saw it, the pen stood up."

The pen is in Xin Mohai's hand, and he is playing with it at the moment.

The pen kept spinning in my fingers, spinning fast like a wheel.

"There's nothing wrong with my pen. There's no motor in it, it's just dark ink. Ma Xue, you don't suspect that I'm messing with Wang Dengming, do you?"

Ma Xue has also checked the fountain pen. It is just an ordinary writing tool that cannot be more ordinary.

"A pen is a pen. It stood up. It actually stood up. In other words, that Chinese guy has abilities that ordinary people don't have, for example, special powers?"

"Have you already added a new department, the Unnatural Events Investigation Bureau? You can ask an expert."

"Experts cannot explain this phenomenon. In reality, it is impossible."

"The impossible has happened, right under our noses, just twenty minutes ago, with our own eyes."

The old hunter raised his head and poured a glass of strong wine into his stomach, then placed the glass heavily on the bar cabinet: "Is there something stronger?"

"Yes, it comes from China. The specialty here is called Moutai."

"Fuck! Don't mention the word "China" to me!"

He ordered a cocktail.

"Maxue, I still want to ask, what did you see in the church?"

The old hunter stared at the wine in the glass with slightly bloodshot eyes, and said: "Director, is it possible that Wang Dengming really has some mysterious power?"

"Have you seen that we are interrogating a person who has a deal with the devil? To be more precise, a person who has a contract with the devil."

The old hunter patted the back of his neck hard.

"If he doesn't have mysterious powers, then Wang Dengming must be using some special means to deceive him."

"Well, I only saw the pen standing up, nothing else. Senxi, please restrain yourself and don't act recklessly."

"Director, you are surrendering, right?"

"Be careful before things are clear. Unless you explain the reason why the pen is raised, if you can't find a suitable explanation, just listen to me."

"You mean, Sensi, you will interrogate him alone?"

"That's best. Is there any news about Moen?"

"not yet."

"Moen is the big fish, find him quickly."

"So, you were planning to let Wang Dengming go, but he blatantly snatched the notebook from your hand."

"Let's not talk about him first. Let's find Moen. I suspect there is a drug gang behind this man that we can't imagine. As for Wang Dengming... let me deal with it."

"Okay, Director, I don't want a demon to say good night to me on my bedside in the middle of the night. We have to find out as soon as possible."

The two of them drank wine to calm down their frightened hearts. They were indeed frightened, not shocked, but frightened.

Both of them were victims of the church ghost case, and both of them had such heavy psychological shadows.

Wang Dengming didn't want to do anything, but he accidentally bumped into someone and really frightened the two of them.

Return to the interrogation room again.

"Did you bring me wine?"

"Forgot, you only deserve to drink...water."

The word "urine" behind the old hunter was replaced by water. Xinmohai grinned and the federal police restrained themselves. This was rare. This showed that the old hunter was more timid than himself. A raised pen frightened him into this.

Wang Dengming said that the old hunter abandoned his horse and ran away alone when he was in the Mukku Valley. Xin Mohai didn't believe it yet, but he initially believed it.

"Then I want to drink water, now."

Wang Dengming has also become awesome. If you continue to be awesome to me, be careful and I will let the devil greet you.

Xin Mohai didn't move. The old hunter wanted to but was embarrassed.

"If you don't give me water, then send me back to the detention room. The interrogation ends here. I'll wait for my lawyer to come."

Xin Mohai was so angry that he slapped the table again, twice, and found that Wang Dengming was looking at his hand that slapped the table.

"What are you looking at my hands for?"

"I'm going to ask a sinister ghost to shake hands with your table-slapping hands."

"Absurd, shameless, you are threatening me, you are intimidating me, you damn..."

Xin Mohai was loud and arrogant at the beginning, but his voice became softer as he continued to speak. Wang Dengming did not refute or reply, and encouraged him to continue swearing with an incomprehensible smile.

Xin Mohai didn't dare to say anything anymore and said to the old hunter: "What do you think, should we continue the interrogation?"

"We need to figure out one thing first. Is the pen standing up just now an illusion? I think we can let him do it again."

Xin Mohai readily agreed and said: "Wang Dengming, give you another chance. If the pen can be erected a second time, I will admit that you do have some special functions."

"No problem. If I do it, today's interrogation will be over."

Old hunter: "If you can do it, you can, but I need to blindfold you."

Wang Dengming roared instantly: "Ma Xue, you bastard, don't go too far!"

Old Hunter: "Some people can indeed move some slight objects with the focusing power of their eyes. That is a special function that is different from ordinary people. Just like some people have magnets on their bodies and can attract metal objects. The principle is exactly the same.

Yes, the FBI has a special department responsible for researching and developing such special abilities. If you can put a pen upright with only your soul consciousness while blindfolding your eyes, then the director and I fully believe that you will do so.

The power of the soul, right Director?"

Xin Mohai nodded frequently: "Yes, yes, we have all ignored this and been deceived by you. What is the power of the soul? As the name suggests, it is the power of the soul. What you just used were eyes. Your eyes are dead."

Staring at the pen, that's not the power of the soul, that's the power of eyesight, good eyesight, I'm going to find the cloth.'

The police chief ran out of the interrogation room happily, and in a blink of an eye, he got a thick towel. Regardless of whether Wang Dengming agreed or not, he covered his eyes first.

"Come on, the pen is right here, on the table. Please use the power of your soul to stand it up."

Who knows whether the pen was on the table or not? Wang Dengming's eyes were covered so that he couldn't sense any light.

With no other choice, Wang Dengming could only simulate the scene just now, facing the direction of the table, cursing, and raising the pen with his mind.

After about a minute, Xin Mohai said: "Are you using the power of the soul?"

Xin Mohai asked this, which means that he failed this time.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to play such a game with you, I'm angry!"

The blindfolded towel was taken away, and Xin Mohai said: "That means you are a liar, you damn liar, how should I punish you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the pen on the table made a clicking sound.

Six eyes stared at the pen.

The ink flowed out, and the dark ink formed a black circle on the table.

The old hunter picked up the pen, but he only picked up half of it.

The pen was broken and split in two in the middle.

Wang Dengming deliberately imitated the emphasis from the nether world: "I said, I am angry!"