Detective From the Future: The Two Hundred Two Tests

When the two suspects were taken to the police station in a unique way, it immediately caused a sensation.

"Haha...too talented, didn't the suspects have the same hands and feet." A police officer laughed.

"If there is no tacit understanding, I don't know how many times I have to step on my heels." Another police officer joked.

"I am curious, how did they sit in the car?"

"Sit on your thighs." A police officer winked his eyes.

"Haha..." caused another burst of laughter.

Wang Haichuan and Zhang Bochao both lowered their heads, their expressions were nervous, their cheeks flushed, and they wanted to find a place to sew in.

"Now I know I'm sorry, what did you do earlier." Zhao Ming hummed.

Originally, it was just a transcript, but Zhang Bochao's things got worse after such a run, and he was taken directly to the interrogation room.

Han Bin returned to the office, drank a cup of tea, and then asked Li Hui to check the progress of the monitoring before calling Zhao Ming to the interrogation room.

Zhang Bochao is young, and his face is drooping, as if someone owes him hundreds of dollars.

Han Bin turned on the law enforcement recorder and asked routinely: "Name, age, gender, ethnicity..."

"A good guy is a good guy, you let my brother go first, I will recognize it." Zhang Bochao said awe-inspiringly.

"Hey, it's the first time I saw a murder suspect and confessed so easily. They are all as honest as you. Our police will save trouble." Han Bin smiled.

"Huh? Murderer?" Zhang Bochao showed a surprised look, his eyes widened: "Did you make a mistake, how could I be a murderer."

"Didn't you say you recognized it?" Zhao Ming hummed.

"I admit that I fought, but I didn't kill anyone." Zhang Bochao defended.

"Bang!"

Han Bin patted the table and scolded: "This is the Criminal Police Team. We are still in charge of the trivial matter of your fight?"

"Comrade police, there must be some misunderstanding. How can I kill someone as a timid person?" Zhang Bochao said.

Han Bin opened the notebook: "What am I asking, what are you answering, do you understand?"

"Yes, yes."

"Name, age, gender, ethnicity..."

"Zhang Bochao, 21 years old, male, Han nationality..."

"What is the relationship between you and Peng Yongren?"

"Classmates."

"When are your classmates?"

"Junior high school classmates."

"Have you been in touch recently?"

Zhang Bochao hesitated for a moment: "Yes, on October 3, he sent me QQ, and on October 4, I called him."

"Have you ever had a conflict between you?"

"On October 4th, I beat him."

"Who is there?"

"Just me."

"Don't be a hero here. You have provided false testimony and misled the police in handling the case, but you have to bear the legal responsibility." Han Bin warned.

"I...we have three people."

"Who is there?"

"Me, Kong Yixin, Wang Haichuan." After Zhang Bochao finished speaking, he hurriedly added: "I am the mastermind. They just went with me. I didn't do much. They were all alone."

"After you finished fighting Peng Yongren, why did you kill him again?" Han Bin tentatively asked.

"I didn't kill him, so I saw him once. He was fine when he left, and it is impossible to die." Zhang Bochao shouted.

Han Bin looked at the other party for a moment, and continued to ask: "October 6th, between 5 o'clock and 12 o'clock in the evening, where are you?"

"In the past few days of November, our company was late for work. I remember that it seemed to be busy until ten o'clock that day, and then everyone had a supper together, and it was after 11 o'clock in the evening, and then we took a taxi back. Home, it was almost twelve o'clock when I got home." Zhang Bochao recalled.

"Who can prove?"

"The people in our shop can prove that what I said is true." Zhang Bochao said firmly.

"Do you know that Peng Yongren was killed?" Han Bin asked.

Zhang Bochao shook his head: "I don't know."

"What is the conflict between the two of you?" Han Bin asked.

Zhang Bochao lowered his head and said with emotion: "This matter has been talked about for many years."

"It's okay, you speak slowly, we have time."

"Peng Yongren and I are junior high school classmates. Then I studied very well, but I didn’t like to talk and was a little arrogant. I couldn’t remember how I offended Peng Yongren at that time. He liked to make trouble for me, and I was not convinced. He, the two people often clashed." At this point, Zhang Bochao paused, clenched his fist and said:

"One time, he found a few students from outside the school to stop me, beat me up, and dragged me into the woods, took off my clothes, and tied me to a tree. Stand by and laugh at me."

Zhang Bochao's eyes were red and his voice choked: "I remember clearly that it was summer, and there were a lot of mosquitoes. I was bitten by the bag. I was...like a monkey and was played by him."

Han Bin is a little surprised. It turns out that this is the first person to be sentenced to mosquitoes in the 21st century.

"Do you know how Peng Yongren died?"

"I don't know, but I thank you for letting me know the news." Zhang Bochao smiled.

"He was bitten to death by a mosquito." Han Bin said.

"What! Say it again." The smile on Zhang Bochao's face solidified.

Han Bin got up, took out a picture of Peng Yongren, and put it in front of Zhang Bochao: "Let’s see for yourself."

"Is it really bitten by a mosquito?" Zhang Bochao held the photo, his hands trembling.

Han Bin took back the photo and asked: "It has been so long, why did he call you, why did you find someone to beat him."

"Haha..." Zhang Bochao smiled: "He deserves it."

"How do you deserve it?"

"We have a high school QQ group. He suddenly contacted me on October 3rd. This surprised me because I haven't been in that group for a long time, and I didn't even think about having anything to do with him."

Zhang Bochao seemed to have a lot of emotion, rubbed his face, and asked, "Comrade police, do you know what he said to me?"

"He asked you about the mosquito bite?" Han Bin guessed.

"Yes, this bastard, actually dare to mention that incident. Because of that incident, I was affected and I didn’t want to study. I passed a very poor high school, and I didn’t even pass the college entrance examination. , Otherwise I would not come to work as an intermediary, I also want to sit in a university classroom, I also want to be a 958 college student, because of him, I lost this opportunity, and he actually dare to mention that one Matter."

Zhang Bochao's face was full of resentment: "I was really angry. I asked him to meet him the next day and beat him up, but I really didn't kill him, I really didn't."

"What did he ask you about being bitten by mosquitoes?" Han Bin said.

"He asked me how long it will take to get better after being bitten by a mosquito, whether it will affect the body, and whether it will cause harm. This **** didn't even realize how much damage this incident had caused me. "Zhang Bochao gritted his teeth.

"Why did he inquire about this?"

"He said it was a test~IndoMTL.com~Zhang Bo took a deep breath, hated Peng Yongren to the extreme, and scolded when he found an opportunity:

"He actually took my pain back then as a test. You said how **** he was."

"What test?"

"At first, he refused to say, but when I met on October 4th, I beat him fiercely and asked him if he wanted to join an organization. Mosquito punishment is the test the organization gave him." Zhang Bochao sneered, as if Some are uncomfortable, continue to say:

"I remember very clearly that that day I beat him fiercely and rolled him all over the floor. He begged me for mercy and told me not to beat him. I realized that the demon in my heart was so vulnerable. I felt so cool for his sister, even if I was arrested by the police because of the fight, it was worth it. I didn't run away for myself, because I didn't want to get tired and helped my brother."

Han Bin made a note in his notebook: "What organization does he want to join?"

Zhang Bochao recalled for a moment: "Brothers will."