Police Detective

"Then, let's go to interrogate Fei Peng again." Bai Song looked at the time, it was just ten o'clock: "Master Zhao, please accompany me again."

Zhao Dexiang finished smoking, ignored Bai Song, took out another cigarette, put it to his nose, smelled it, and then put it back in the cigarette case.

Um?

Bai Song looked at Master Zhao's meaning and seemed to understand something.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Dexiang asked: "How do you feel that there is something wrong with Scarface?"

"Intuition?" Bai Song was a little unsure.

"Intuition?" Zhao Dexiang smiled, "Well, this can be considered an explanation."

"No, Master Zhao. In fact, at the beginning, I didn't pay much attention to a grown man who didn't do his job properly. He left as soon as he left and lost it. But later I came into contact with some people or things related to him, and I I always feel that there is something wrong." Bai Song said: "If there is a problem, look for it, but fortunately, at least one theft case involving Scarface has been discovered."

"Okay, better than your master." Zhao Dexiang nodded: "As long as your master is more diligent, he won't be a policeman. By the way, it's time for you to compete for employment next year, right? Have you registered for the competitive examination in October?"

"Ah? How old am I? Doesn't this require a certain number of years of work?" Bai Song was a little confused.

"It's usually like that, but next year you will have been working for two years, and you passed the exam early this year. There is nothing wrong with your two second-class merits, and you can apply for the job in advance." Zhao Dexiang said: "Don't imitate your master."

"Actually," Bai Song didn't know what to say, "I think my master is living a pretty good life."

"Well" Zhao Dexiang thought for a while: "Yes, it will be good for him to live like this for the rest of his life. However, everyone wants different things."

Bai Song seemed to understand, but did not continue to ask.

Fei Ming was quite troublesome. Bai Song didn't know what Fei Ming was hiding in his heart and was completely unwilling to communicate with the police. Bai Song didn't know why, but he felt a sense of resentment in Fei Ming. How to describe it? Bai Song didn't find any suitable adjectives. In short, it felt a bit like being bullied or framed, but couldn't say it.

After resting for almost half an hour, Zhao Dexiang lit another cigarette and took a few puffs. "Let's go there again and talk to Fei Peng."

"Are you coming?" Bai Song asked.

"Okay, I'll do it. You type." Zhao Dexiang said, "I'm not used to using printers. But it's hard to say. If you can't ask anything, there's no need to type."

Entering the questioning place again, Zhao Dexiang sat opposite Fei Peng, and Bai Song turned on the computer.

Zhao Dexiang took two puffs of cigarette, breathed a sigh of relief, and then put out the remaining third of the cigarette butt.

Fei Peng's eyes followed Zhao Dexiang's cigarette butt for a few seconds before slowly looking back.

Zhao Dexiang took out a cigarette, lit it, handed it to Bai Song, and signaled.

Bai Song knew that detainees were not allowed to smoke in this place, but it was not illegal. He took Zhao Dexiang's cigarette and handed it to Fei Peng through the iron railing.

"There's nothing good to smoke, so I'll just smoke it."

"Thank you, thank you uncle (pronounced 'goodbye')", Fei Peng took it carefully. Because he was handcuffed and his hands were locked on the table, Fei Peng lowered his head hard and finally took a puff of the cigarette. After one puff, nearly a quarter of the cigarette was gone.

call.

Fei Peng held the cigarette for a long time before spitting it out, and then took a few more puffs.

After finishing, Fei Peng remembered that there were still two policemen here, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, "What's the matter, uncle?"

"It's okay, I just came out of Fei Ming's place." Zhao Dexiang said with a kind face: "Do you have anything else to say about this matter?"

"Ah? What's the matter?" Fei Peng was a little stunned.

"That's what I just asked you about." Zhao Dexiang glanced at his watch: "It's nothing. If you tell me, I'll write it down for you. If you don't tell me, it's already dinner time."

Bai Song was in a daze, what is this? Do you want to inquire about Buddhism?

No, this is the prisoner theory. Bai Song came back to his senses.

In fact, this is a conspiracy.

There are many techniques for questioning and interrogation, and many things involving confidentiality cannot be described in books, but the prisoner theory can be said to be one of the most classic methods.

As long as more than two suspects are arrested, how can the suspects ensure that their teammates will not betray themselves?

To be honest, no matter what, there is no guarantee.

Because no matter what, you can't change people's selfish nature, let alone some criminal suspects, no matter how good the agreement was before they were caught, it is of no use.

"Officer, I have nothing to say." Fei Peng's voice was a little soft, still savoring the smell of cigarettes.

"Okay." Zhao Dexiang glanced at Bai Song: "Please write it down for him, he doesn't know anything."

Bai Song nodded, printed out the record, and handed it to Fei Peng: "Take a look, if there's no problem, just sign, and don't forget to fingerprint."

Fei Peng read the transcript just now and signed it happily, but Fei Peng hesitated about this one.

In addition to the above information, the transcript only consists of two lines.

After one minute of reading, Fei Peng's hand, which had just held the cigarette, could not hold the pen tightly.

Fei Peng glanced at Zhao Dexiang again. Zhao Dexiang's kind face put a lot of pressure on Fei Peng, "Uncle, please don't hurt me." Fei Peng put down his pen.

"Harming you? What good does it do to me?" Zhao Dexiang looked at his watch again, "Don't think so much. After signing, it's time to eat."

"Hey, uncle, don't be in a hurry, let's chat a few more words, chat a few more words." Fei Peng was a little flattering: "Tell me first, how is Scarface doing now? I haven't been out for so many days, and I don't want to go out." If you know what happened to him, can you tell me?"

"Haha." Zhao Dexiang almost laughed out loud: "Are you making fun of me? You didn't participate, but you didn't know it, so you're playing tricks on me?"

"After the transcript is signed, we will withdraw." Bai Song packed up the computers.

The weather was hot, and Fei Peng was sweating profusely, but his hands were restrained and he couldn't wipe them off.

Bai Song still doesn't know what happened to Scarface. But Fei Peng and Fei Ming must have known about it. Bai Song felt it at the first sight when he saw them, and they knew at least part of it.

And regarding Scarface, since Scarface is so selfish, he definitely won’t share the path with people like Fei Peng.

"Don't worry, don't worry, uncle, can you give me another cigarette?" Fei Peng smiled flatteringly.

Zhao Dexiang glanced at Fei Peng, his eyes condensed, "Boy, you are still young, tell me you don't know anything after you take the cigarette, right?"

Then Zhao Dexiang glanced at Bai Song: "Bring him the transcript and indicate that he refuses to sign. Let's go. He's just a harborer, there's nothing to say."