life as a police officer in america

When you take ninety-nine steps, you still care about taking the last step.

The suspect took his time, and Wang Dengming was not in a hurry, as long as Fei Bidi could stay calm during the interrogation.

Wang Dengming seldom smoked before. During this time, he hung out with the detective, and even if he had a cigarette, he would feel itchy when he saw others smoking. He looked at the cigarette case on the table and said with a smile: "Phoebe, are you there?"

What are the military ranks?”

"second lieutenant."

"Do you mind if I smoke one of your fancy cigarettes?"

"I'm not that stingy. If you want to smoke, please do."

Wang Dengming reached for the cigarette. When Wang Dengming's hand touched the cigarette case, Fei Bidi stared at his hand.

"you?"

"What do you say to people like you, Inspector? Coolie police, right?"

"Yes, coolie policeman."

"A coolie policeman is not qualified to smoke high-end cigarettes like mine. You'd better not smoke."

Wang Dengming retracted his hand, and the detective handed him a cigarette and said with a smile: "Boss, you see, you are a piece of garbage!"

There were three cigarettes in the custody room, and the room was filled with smoke.

The detective cursed: "Is the fucking exhaust fan a decoration?"

"It's okay, the door is locked and I can't see it."

Phoebe Di pointed to the fire sensor above her head.

"Detective, put out the cigarette!"

The detective hurriedly put out his cigarette. The fire sensor in the custody room was installed relatively concealed. Neither he nor Wang Dengming noticed it, and Fei Bidi did not say that he saw the fire sensor.

If the smoke triggered the fire sensor, Wang Dengming and the detective would definitely be kicked out of the hospital.

"It's okay for one person, but not for three people. That's why only senior people can smoke in the ward."

At this time, Fei Bidi, who had no idea whether he was alive or dead, could still make such a joke. But what he said seems to be correct. Wang Dengming is Chinese, and the detective's skin is a bit darker, so he is suspected of being black. Otherwise, he is a black man.

It's just coated with a thin layer of black paint.

"Is that enough?"

Phoebe Di stubbed out the cigarette butt in her hand, and the ashes fell on the aluminum table.

"We will definitely have to pay a fine. Who will pay the fine?"

"Of course it's up to you, respectable and funny Mr. Painter."

The detective was furious: "Tired of living? Tell me, how did you kill those two people in the Ferrari!!"

Wang Dengming put out the fire: "Detective, don't anger him. We will be responsible if something goes wrong. He is playing tricks with you, so ignore him."

"Peng, what plane did you touch?"

"Forget it if you don't understand, Mr. Phoebe. I've given you the cigarettes. You've smoked enough and played enough. If you hadn't been injured, you would have been sent to the detention room to reflect, with batons and fists at your service. Tell me, I want to be specific.

detail."

Fei Bidi still took his time and said: "I feel the same as you, and I am also very curious as to who killed Stel and his horses."

Wang Dengming suddenly stood up.

The detective laughed angrily: "You see, boss, this idiot is not stupid at all. He has been playing tricks on us from the beginning. Among the three of us, who is the interrogator and who is the suspect?"

Wang Dengming: "It looks like we are the suspects! Feibidi, you don't think we killed Stell, do you?"

"possible."

Wang Dengming was also so angry that he vomited blood and laughed: "Damn it, damn it!"

The detective added fuel to the fire: "Not only did he call us country police, he also treated us as fools!"

"No, Inspector, he treats us like clowns! Damn it!"

Wang Dengming grabbed the pack of cigarettes and thought about throwing them out of the window.

"I don't have the intelligence or the guts to play tricks on the police. When I went in, they were lying on the floor, absolutely dead."

Wang Dengming's hand holding the cigarette froze in the air for a few seconds, and then he threw the cigarette back to the table with all his strength.

"So, you admit that you climbed in through the window?"

"Yes, I did climb in through the window. When I got in, the person was already dead."

"You talk nonsense with your eyes open, right?"

"Okay, officer, you said I was the one who committed the murder. Where is the evidence? Just because I climbed through the window? Isn't it allowed for me to climb through the window to steal?"

The detective gritted his teeth: "We really should wait until this guy recovers from his injuries before interrogating him."

"You're right, Detective. He's only half alive. We can't use rough methods."

Wang Dengming had to sit down again.

"Okay, I have you, you have your own tricks. If the murderer is not you, who could it be?"

"This is exactly the issue we need to discuss. I am not a suspect. I can only say that this case was triggered because of me. So I say that I killed Stell and I did not kill him."

"Be more detailed."

"At the beginning, I didn't have any hesitation about killing Wingerson's son. Later I hesitated. Stell respected me very much and thought I was trustworthy. As time went by, I began to hesitate. Stell

I am not the murderer who harmed Eden. Why would I do this? I am condemned by my conscience, but whenever I see Eden’s miserable condition, I can’t help but carry out my plan. I need a helper, and this helper is He

Heather, Stell has a bad shortcoming. As long as his things are lost, stolen, or broken, he will never want them again. After Heather found out, he thought about it.

Let’s play something up there.”

"What does she want to play?"

"She wanted to play a game to see if Stell had such bad habits."

"Wingerson is a rich man and doesn't care what bad habits his son has."

"You're right, Wingerson dotes on his only son so much that it's unbearable. He doesn't care whether Stell graduates normally. He only wants Stell to get better and as long as the relationship between his son and him improves, he will

He tried every means to do it, but no matter how hard he tried, he failed. Especially after Stell fell in love with Hesse, the relationship between their father and son couldn't be worse, but Wingerson could never imagine that his son

He's a liar."

"and after."

"I helped Hesser with the idea to let them go on a trip. It would not be appropriate to do it at Wingerson's house or at Stehr's school. I wanted to do it more covertly while they were traveling. Stehr's original car was stolen.

It was crashed and before I could buy it, I asked Wingerson to buy a good car and go for a ride. When you are on your way to travel, I will find a way to make the car disappear first, pretending that the car was stolen, and then found it. In this way,

If nothing goes wrong with this car, Stell will give it to Hesser. Hesser agreed and said that after the job is done, she will remunerate me. She didn't say how much the remuneration would be."

'Sterl has no money, Wingerson agrees?'

'Wengerson agreed very readily. I was worried that Wengerson would not agree. After Wengerson called me to the office, I found out the reason why he agreed. He wanted to kill Heather. He said that Heather was an unknown person.

This thing will plunge his son into a place of eternal destruction. If she is not wiped off the earth, his son's condition will not get better.'

'In this case, it plays into your hands.'