"Tsk." The tattooed man curled his lips in disdain.
Putting one hand in his pocket and thinking that he was very handsome was just a trick he had left behind.
The tattooed man lit a cigarette. He was too lazy to look at the three young men and walked out of the shop.
However, the three young men that he didn't care about actually blocked his way.
The tattooed man raised his head and spat out a mouthful of smoke, "What are you doing? Eyes are for venting anger. Get out of the way."
Although the other party had more people, the tattooed man wasn't afraid at all. Fighting didn't mean that everyone was powerful, but it depended on who was more ruthless.
He had some fame in the underworld. No one dared to mess with him in this area.
He had already made preparations. As long as the three young men dared to challenge him, he would pick up the bottle next to him and drink it at one of them. The others would most likely run away in fear.
He had seen many people who called each other brothers but turned around and ran away when something happened.
The tattooed man's thoughts and attitude were more or less stimulated by alcohol.
The young man who was the leader suddenly shouted, "Wang Donggen."
"Why did you call me?" As soon as the words left his mouth, the tattooed man sobered up a lot.
Previously, he thought that these three people were ordinary young men and didn't take them seriously.
Since the other party could call out his name, they were obviously prepared. That was different. The tattooed man was a little more vigilant.
"Who are you …" Just as the tattooed man opened his mouth to ask, the three people on the opposite side had already made their move. Two of the men had already rushed towards him.
What was even more frightening was that the leader took out a gun and pointed it directly at the tattooed man, "Police, don't move!"
The black hole of the gun and the shout made the tattooed man a little afraid. His hand that was reaching for the bottle also slowed down by half a beat.
At this time, the two young men had already rushed over. One on the left and one on the right, they directly pushed him to the ground and pressed his arms.
The tattooed man instinctively wanted to resist, but when he saw the black hole of the gun, he still gave up.
Then, the tattooed man was pressed down and handcuffed.
Han Bin put away the gun, "What's your name?"
The tattooed man came back to his senses and looked up at Han Bin, "Wang Donggen."
"Do you know why I arrested you?"
"No, I don't know."
"Smack!" Bao Xing slapped his head. "Say that again."
"I really don't know." Wang Donggen straightened his neck. Being smacked on the head by a young man made him feel very embarrassed.
Jiang Yang pinned him down and searched him carefully, taking out a fruit knife from his pocket.
"Why are you holding a knife?"
"Peel an apple."
"Who are you trying to fool?" Han Bin waved his hand. "Take him away."
Wang Donggen stuck out his butt and shouted, "Why did you arrest me? Are you really the police? I want to see my ID, I want to see my ID. "
Han Bin flashed his police badge. "Look carefully. Are we the police?"
As soon as he saw the police badge, Wang Donggen immediately became listless.
Han Bin took the opportunity to ask, "Now do you know why we captured you?"
Wang Donggen's eyes flickered. "I just ate and dashed, and I even gave half of the money. That shouldn't be enough to get me arrested."
Han Bin frowned. "What are you talking about? Bring him back."
"I'm innocent. Where are you taking me?"
Han Bin turned to look at the lady boss, the waitress, and the owner of the restaurant who had just walked out. "I'm sorry to have disturbed your business."
"It's okay, we didn't disturb you." The lady boss smiled. This time, it was a genuine smile.
Just now, when she saw the conflict between Wang Donggen and Han Bin, she wanted to mediate. Although she felt disgusted with Wang Donggen, this was her restaurant after all. If they really fought, her restaurant would be the first to suffer.
Who knew that the situation would change in the blink of an eye. The people who came were actually the police, and they even arrested Wang Donggen. Instantly, she felt extremely happy.
The waitress looked at Han Bin's back as he left and murmured, "So handsome!"
…
In the third interrogation room of the Municipal Criminal Investigation Unit.
Wang Donggen was handcuffed to the interrogation chair, looking a little uneasy.
Han Bin, Jiang Yang, and Bao Xing walked into the interrogation room one after another.
Han Bin went straight to the point. "Wang Donggen, do you know why we arrested you now?"
"I don't know." Wang Donggen shook his head.
Previously, he was only scared out of his wits, which was why he told them about eating and dashing. Now that he had calmed down, he realized that the police would not come looking for him for such a small matter, let alone so quickly.
"Then let me remind you. Did you go to Fang Long Storage Company yesterday?"
Wang Donggen answered bluntly, "No."
"Then do you know that Fang Long Storage Company was robbed?"
"I don't know. This is the first time I've heard of it. Don't tell me you guys think that I did it? I'm innocent. "
"Bang bang!" Bao Xing knocked on the table. "Nine out of ten people sitting in your seat would say that they're innocent. In the end, the interrogation was exposed."
Wang Donggen looked aggrieved. "What right do you have to say that I'm guilty? Just because I have a criminal record doesn't mean that I'm a bad person for life."
Han Bin said seriously, "Since we brought you here, we naturally have evidence. Now, we're giving you a chance to confess."
Wang Donggen knocked on the chair with force. "I don't need a chance to confess because I'm not guilty."
Han Bin stood up and walked to Wang Donggen's side. He pointed at his arm. "How did you get this tattoo?"
"Of course I got it. It's not illegal, right?"
Han Bin asked, "Besides you, does anyone else have this tattoo?"
"How is that possible? This kind of thing is unique. If all tattoos are the same, then what's the point?"
"Are you sure your tattoo is unique?"
"I'm sure. This is a symbol of identity. What about it?" Wang Donggen was confused. He did not know what was wrong with Han Bin to be interested in his tattoo.
Han Bin picked up a few photos from the table. He placed a photo of a man holding a gun in front of him. "Does this look familiar?"
Wang Donggen glanced at it. "He's wearing a mask on his head. What can I see?"
"Where's the gun?"
"I've never seen it before."
"What about this?" Han Bin changed to another photo of the tattooed man.
Wang Donggen glanced at it again. "I've never seen it before."
Han Bin pointed at the tattoo. "Look carefully. What is this?"
Wang Donggen took a closer look. His expression changed slightly. "Why does this tattoo look so much like mine?"
Han Bin picked up his shirt. "It's not like, it's exactly the same."
Wang Donggen picked up the photo and looked at it carefully. "How is this possible? Why does this person have the same tattoo as mine?"
Han Bin said, "I was going to ask you."
"This … I don't know either." Wang Donggen was also a little confused. He stammered, "Could it be a misunderstanding?"
"What misunderstanding?"
"I don't know either." Wang Donggen was a little flustered. "This person isn't me."
"You just said that your tattoo is unique. How do you explain this photo?"
Wang Donggen's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. "I don't know if someone framed me and purposely got the same tattoo as mine."
"That's a good idea. Tell me, who would do such a thing?"
"I don't know. I'm really wronged. I didn't go to any storage company at all. Although this person has the same tattoo as me, it really isn't me. "
Han Bin changed the question. "Between ten and eleven o 'clock yesterday morning, where were you?"
"I was at home."
"What were you doing at home?"
"Lying in bed and playing on my phone."
"Who can prove it?"
Wang Donggen was anxious. "I'm a single man. There's no one else at home. Who can I find to prove it?"
"It's not you asking me now, it's me asking you."
"Let me think …"
Wang Donggen crossed his hands and closed his eyes to think for a while. "Oh yeah, I was chatting with a woman at that time. There's a chat record. If you don't believe me, you can check it."
Bao Xing snorted. "Don't play tricks. Even if you really have a chat record, it doesn't prove that it was you who chatted with her."
"No, no, I can prove it. I can prove it."
"How?"
"We were video chatting. She could see me. If you don't believe me, you can ask her."
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