Detective from the future

Chapter 203 Test
When the two suspects were taken to the police station in a unique way, it immediately caused a sensation.

"Haha...you are so talented, wouldn't the suspects be brothers and sisters?" A police officer laughed.

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

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

"Sit on your lap." A policeman winked his eyes.

"Haha..." There was another burst of laughter.

Both Wang Haichuan and Zhang Bochao lowered their heads, their expressions were tense, their cheeks were flushed, and they wished they could find a crack in the ground to get in.

"Now I know I'm sorry, what did I do?" Zhao Ming snorted.

Originally, it was just to make a record, but Zhang Bochao's escape made things worse, and he was taken directly to the interrogation room.

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

Zhang Bochao was young, with a drooping face, as if someone owed him hundreds of dollars.

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

"A good man is a good man when he does things. If you let my brother go first, I will recognize him." Zhang Bochao said righteously.

"Hey, it's the first time I've seen a murder suspect confess so quickly. They're as honest as you, so we the police can save trouble." Han Bin laughed.

"What? A murderer?" Zhang Bochao showed surprise, his eyes widened: "Are you making a mistake? How could I be a murderer?"

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

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

"boom!"

Han Bin patted the table, and scolded: "This is the criminal police team, and you still need to take care of the trivial matters of your fights?"

"Comrade policeman, there must be some misunderstanding. How can I, who is always timid, kill people?" Zhang Bochao said.

Han Bin opened his notebook: "What do I ask, what do you answer, do you understand?"

"Yes Yes."

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

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

"What's your relationship with Peng Yongren?"

"classmate."

"When was your classmate?"

"Junior high school classmate."

"Have you been in touch recently?"

Zhang Bochao hesitated for a moment: "Yes, on October [-]rd, he sent me QQ, and on October [-]th, I called him."

"Have any conflicts occurred between you?"

"On October [-]th, I beat him up."

"Who is there?"

"Just me."

"Don't be a hero here, provide false testimony and mislead the police to handle the case, but you will bear legal responsibility." Han Bin warned.

"I... there are three of us."

"Who is there?"

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

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

"I didn't kill him, I only saw him once, he was fine when he left, there is no way he could die," Zhang Bochao shouted.

Han Bin looked at the other party for a moment, then continued to ask: "Where are you between [-]pm and [-]pm on October [-]th?"

"In the past few days on the [-]th, our company got off work relatively late. I remember that it seemed to be busy until after ten o'clock, and then we all had a late-night snack together, which lasted until after eleven o'clock in the evening, and then we took a taxi home. It was almost twelve o'clock when I got home." Zhang Bochao recalled.

"Who can prove it?"

"Everyone in our store can prove that what I said is true." Zhang Bochao said firmly.

"Peng Yongren was killed, do you know?" Han Bin asked.

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

"What's the conflict between you two?" Han Bin asked.

Zhang Bochao lowered his head and said with emotion: "It has been said for many years."

"It's okay, you take your time, we have time."

"Peng Yongren and I were classmates in junior high school. At that time, I studied very well, but I didn't like talking very much and was a little arrogant. I can't remember how I offended Peng Yongren at that time. He liked to make trouble for me, and I didn't accept him. There are many personal conflicts." Speaking of this, Zhang Bochao paused, clenched his fists and said:

"Once, he found a few students outside the school to block me, beat me up, dragged me into the woods, took off my clothes, tied me to a tree, and a group of them stood nearby Laugh at me."

Zhang Bochao's eyes were red, and his voice was choked up: "I remember it very clearly. It was summer, and there were so many mosquitoes. I was bitten all over my body. I was...played by him like a monkey."

Han Bin was a little surprised. It turned out that this was the No. 21 mosquito punishment in the 1st century.

"Do you know how Peng Yongren died?"

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

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

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

Han Bin got up, took out a photo of Peng Yongren, and put it in front of Zhang Bochao: "Look for yourself."

"Did you really get bitten by a mosquito?" Zhang Bochao held the photo, his hands trembling.

Han Bin took back the photo and asked, "It's been so long, why did he call you, why did you find someone to beat him up?"

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

"How do you deserve it?"

"We have a high school QQ group. He contacted me suddenly on October 3, which surprised me because I haven't been in that group for a long time, let alone have any relationship with him."

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

"He asked you about being bitten by a mosquito?" Han Bin guessed.

"Yes, this bastard, dare to mention that incident. Because of that incident, my whole body was affected, and I didn't have the mood to study. I passed a poor high school and didn't even pass the university. Otherwise, I also want to sit in a university classroom, and I also want to be a 985 college student, and it’s all because of him that I lost such an opportunity, and he dared to mention that.”

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

"About being bitten by mosquitoes, what did he ask you?" Han Bin said.

"He asked me how long it would take to get better after being bitten by a mosquito, whether it would affect my body, or cause any harm. This bastard didn't realize how much harm this incident had caused me." Zhang Bochao gritted his teeth road.

"Why did he inquire about it?"

"He said it was a test." Zhang Bochao took a deep breath, hated Peng Yongren to the extreme, and scolded whenever he found an opportunity:
"He actually took my pain back then as a test, what a jerk you say he is."

"What test?"

"At first he refused to say anything, but when we met on October [-]th, I beat him up and found out that he wanted to join an organization. Mosquito punishment is the test given to him by the organization." Zhang Bochao sneered, as if he was a little bit hesitant Unhappy, continued:
"I remember very clearly that day I beat him hard and rolled him all over the floor. He begged me for mercy and told me not to hit him. Only then did I realize that the demon in my heart was so vulnerable. I felt It's so fucking cool, even if I was arrested by the police because of the fight, it's worth it, I didn't run away for myself, I didn't want to get involved and help my brother."

Han Bin wrote it down in his notebook: "What organization does he want to join?"

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

(End of this chapter)