It was 7: 06 in the evening.
Zheng Xian had been sitting in the interrogation room for nearly 30 minutes.
Just after 6: 30, he was still "in charge" of the investigation team, indicating that the police officers should be "calm" and "for the safety of the hostages, don't act rashly."
Unexpectedly … in the blink of an eye, he was already locked in the interrogation room and asked to hand over his phone.
Although no one had handcuffed him yet, Zheng Xian was already panicking …
Click —
Just as Deputy Bureau Chief Zheng's imagination was running wild, someone opened the door.
Three people came in, and the leader was Zheng Xian's immediate superior, Bureau Chief Zhu of this branch. Behind Commissioner Zhu were two young men … One of them looked handsome and well-dressed. His appearance and presence gave off an aura that did not match his age, and he gave off an aura of authority. The other one … there was no point in too many descriptions, but we could summarize him with one word — 'Feng Bujue'.
"Bureau Chief Zhu … What's going on?" Zheng Xian immediately stood up from the chair and looked at the bureau chief. "Is there any misunderstanding?"
Bureau Chief Zhu looked at him expressionlessly and was silent for two seconds before replying, "These two … are both senior officers of the higher departments." He paused. "They have a few questions for you … Just answer them truthfully."
After that, Bureau Chief Zhu looked at Bao Qing again. "Sir, I'll go out first."
"Okay." Bao Qing nodded. "You've worked hard."
"Eh? Bureau Chief Zhu … This … This is … "Zheng Xian wanted to stop the bureau chief, but the latter walked out without looking back, closing the door behind him.
"Okay, Deputy Bureau Chief Zheng, it's useless to ask anyone for help." Feng Bujue took a few steps forward and came to the table. "Please sit down. Let's sit down and talk."
Hearing that, Zheng Xian used a rather hostile gaze to study Feng Bujue from head to toe. Then, he huffed out a breath of air from his nose and sat down sideways.
There were a total of four interrogation rooms in this branch, and the layout was almost the same …
There was a table in the middle of a space of about 20 square meters. On the side of the table near the door, there were two chairs for the interrogators; on the other side of the table, there was only one chair for the interrogator.
All the tables and chairs were fixed to the floor and could not be moved. Only one seat was fitted, and there were several small metal rings on the table and at the corners of the table that could be used to fasten the hinges.
There were two incandescent lamps installed at the top of the interrogation room. There was also a table lamp on the table. The table lamp was naturally placed on the half of the table near the door. In addition, there were two movable surveillance cameras installed on the two opposite corners of the ceiling.
After Zheng Xian sat down, Bao Qing walked to one of the surveillance cameras … and pulled out the plug.
Then, he casually strolled to the other spy on the opposite side of the room …
As for Feng Bujue, he just silently sat down opposite Zheng Xian and stared at Deputy Bureau Chief Zheng's face with a faint smile. His expression was like that of a chef looking at a piece of good food and thinking about how to cook it …
"You … What do you mean by this?" Zheng Xian felt a chill down his spine when he was stared at by Brother Jue. He tried his best to remain calm as he asked the question.
Feng Bujue ignored his question and asked him back, "At around 4: 30 this afternoon, you received a call in the toilet."
Before he finished his sentence, cold sweat flowed down from Zheng Xian's temples.
"Who was on the other end of the phone? What did they want from you? "Feng Bujue asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Even though he felt a little guilty, Zheng Xian still pretended to be calm and replied.
"Oh … You don't know, right?" Feng Bujue said as he took out a transparent evidence bag from his pocket. The bag contained Zheng Xian's phone. "Deputy Bureau Chief Zheng, you're also a police officer. You should know that … Even if you delete the call records in your phone, we still have many ways to find out that call."
Zheng Xian didn't speak. He just avoided Brother Jue's gaze.
"Humph …" Feng Bujue saw this and snorted coldly. "As for me … I can probably guess what you're thinking … You think that if we've found something, even if we have a recording of the phone call … We don't need to ask you anymore. Since we're questioning you now, it means that … We don't have any substantial information. At most, we're just bluffing. "
Zheng Xian still remained silent.
"Oh …" Feng Bujue looked at Zheng Xian's reaction and chuckled. "Yes, we're indeed in a deadlock. Because the person who called you was very cautious, he used a disposable SIM card and used technical means to make a second transfer and interference of this communication … Therefore, other than the call record, nothing was left … There was no way to trace it, and there was no recording. "
Hearing this, Zheng Xian's lips curled into an imperceptible smile.
"Officers …" Zheng Xian finally spoke up. Zheng Xian finally replied then. Brother Jue's last sentence had given him some reassurance. "I did receive a strange phone call this afternoon, but the person on the other end of the line was just trying to sell me something. I gave him a few perfunctory replies before hanging up. As for the situation you're talking about … I'm really not sure. "
"Oh …" Brother Jue nodded. "When you heard that … you couldn't find anything, you changed from 'don't know' to 'not sure,' right?"
Zheng Xian didn't answer this question. He had interrogated many suspects himself. He knew better than anyone when to answer and when to remain silent.
"However …" The next second, Feng Bujue changed the topic. "The caution of the person on the other end of the phone, or rather … professionalism, proves that the person on the phone is not a normal person."
Zheng Xian sneered. Brother Jue's words couldn't prove anything at all.
"By the way, I haven't asked …" Zheng Xian didn't continue the conversation. Instead, he asked, "What's your surname? Which department do you work in? "
"That's none of your business," Bao Qing, who was standing by the table, replied coldly.
"Haha … I'm just asking." Zheng Xian arrogantly took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, picked one up, and was about to light it for himself.
"Deputy Bureau Chief Zheng, I find that you seem to be blindly optimistic about your situation …" Feng Bujue paused for a few seconds, then continued, "Do you think that we can't do anything to you? Or do you think that … the worst outcome would be nothing more than being 'skinned' (usually used to describe the removal of an evil official)? "
"Sir …" Zheng Xian lit a cigarette and took a puff. "I've already answered the questions you asked. Do you think I've committed a heinous crime by accepting a sales call?"
"You want to discuss crime with us …" Bao Qing took out a mobile phone from his pocket and looked at the screen. "Zheng Xian, how much is your annual salary?"
"Well …" Zheng Xian looked up at him and didn't answer immediately … He was thinking about whether there was a trap in this question.
"No matter how much it is …" Bao Qing didn't wait for him to answer. Instead, he pressed a few buttons and showed an online bank transfer interface in front of Zheng Xian. "… It must be much less than this number, right?"
The moment his eyes met the screen, Zheng Xian's expression changed abruptly.
"You …" Deputy Bureau Chief Zheng stood up from his chair. "… How did you get my …"
"Your what?" Feng Bujue interrupted him. "What does this account have to do with you? Or perhaps I should ask this … "Brother Jue paused for half a second before continuing." Do you have anything to do with the large amount of cash in the account of this fake company that was opened under your wife's brother's name? "
Every time he said the word "your", he raised his voice a notch, as if he was reciting it through his mouth.
"I … I …" Zheng Xian didn't know what to say.
"Deputy Bureau Chief Zheng, I said you were blindly optimistic … but you didn't agree." Feng Bujue said, "Who do you think we are?" This was not a question, and he didn't intend to give a clear answer. "We are not the kind of people who will let you go to court …" His face became gloomy. "We are the kind of people … who will make you disappear from the earth …"
"This is the police station!" Zheng Xian immediately roared, not knowing whether it was out of anger or to embolden himself.
Bang —
The next second, he was punched in the face.
Then, Zheng Xian staggered and sat down, looking stunned.
He was stunned for a long time until he felt a chill on his philtrum. He instinctively reached out to touch it and saw his nose bleeding … Only then did he come back to his senses.
"You … How dare you hit me!" Zheng Xian covered his nose and pointed at Feng Bujue angrily.
Before he finished speaking, Feng Bujue stood up. "You didn't expect this, did you?" He smiled. "My punch just now was mainly to broaden your thinking. It allowed you to break the mindset of 'I can't be beaten by two unidentified people in the police station'. "He paused." With this first step … our communication can be smoother. "
"You … You …" Zheng Xian was shocked and angry, but he really couldn't do anything about it. If he wanted to fight back … it would not be wise for a slightly plump middle-aged man like him to fight with two young men.
"Okay, I'll show you what I can do with violence." Feng Bujue said, "If I don't get a satisfactory response later, I can gradually upgrade to minor injury, serious injury, disability, or … you know." He spread out his hands. "But … Is death really scary? I don't think so … Especially those criminals who are involved in corruption, many of them are not afraid of death … Because most of the money they got from their crimes can't be recovered. We often see some greedy criminals in prison when they are old, but the losses they caused to the country and the people have not been compensated. Their families are still enjoying their illegal gains overseas … "
As Brother Jue spoke, he came to Zheng Xian's side and leaned on the edge of the table. He continued, "Of course, you're not at that level yet, but the nature is similar … And the real weakness of people like you … We know it very well."
Bao Qing walked to the other side of Zheng Xian, held up his phone, and said, "As long as I move my finger, all the money in this account will be donated to charity." He paused for two seconds and added, "Believe me … Once the operation is done, you'll never be able to get the money back."
"If you think money is just a worldly possession, then it's okay …" Feng Bujue continued, "People … still need to be sentimental. Tonight, I can introduce your wife and girlfriend to each other in person, and we can have dinner and tea together."
"Oh … Right …" Bao Qing said, "As far as we know, the brother-in-law who manages the company for you seems to like going to brothels. He often goes to those places, so it's inevitable that he'll meet some troublemakers. What if he's' accidentally injured 'in a fight, and his family line is cut off … That'll be such a shame … "
"Speaking of family … I suddenly remembered …" Feng Bujue continued in less than a second, "Your son is preparing to go to the evil land of American imperialism next year, right? If he suddenly has a criminal record for some reason … Guess … Will he still be able to get a passport? "
"It's not a matter of the passport …" Bao Qing complained in a relaxed tone, "In that case … Whether or not he can get a high school diploma will be a problem."
"That's true … And he's an adult …" Feng Bujue said, "After he goes to prison, if people find out that he has a corrupt cop as a father, then … Tsk tsk tsk …"
The two of them talked back and forth, and Zheng Xian was so scared that his face turned green and purple, and he even had a nosebleed.
"I …" The cigarette in Zheng Xian's hand fell to the ground, and his hand couldn't help but tremble. "I'll tell you everything … Please be magnanimous …"
"Aye, that's right." Feng Bujue patted him on the shoulder. "If you had been like this earlier, I wouldn't have hit you." He was the only one who believed his own words. "As long as you tell us the truth, we'll forget about the bribery. It's just eight million yuan over ten years … Is that a big deal?"
Bao Qing glared at Brother Jue, and his eyes seemed to say, "You're a fake Detective Jiu Ke, but you're really arrogant."
…
Evening, 7: 53 pm.
Feng Bujue and Bao Qing left the interrogation room and came to a lounge specially prepared for them.
Xiao Tan and Brother Chan were also waiting for them in the lounge.
"How is it?" Xiao Tan asked as soon as he saw them come in.
"Well … It's not that simple …" Bao Qing said as he sat down.
"Why?" Brother Chan asked, "Does Deputy Bureau Chief Zheng have a powerful background?"
"That's not it …" Bao Qing frowned. "He's just a small character, but …"
"If we have to make an analogy, the person who called Zheng Xian is like a chess player sitting before a game of chess …" Brother Jue said. "And Zheng Xian … is just a pawn on the chessboard. In that person's hands, there are many other pawns like Zheng Xian. When necessary, they can be used … and when necessary, they can be discarded …"
"What the … Does that mean the person who kidnapped Phantom Dawn has a powerful background?" Brother Chan gasped.
"Haha … You're wrong again." Feng Bujue smiled. "The perpetrator of the kidnapping and the 'mastermind' are both 'pawns' …" At this point, there was a flash of excitement in Brother Jue's smile. "But … there is another person involved in all this. He plays the role of the 'mastermind'. In other words, he is the 'chess player' that I mentioned earlier." He licked his lips. "This person … is very interesting."
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