Casting spells

The target was none other than Zhang Cheng, who was still sleeping soundly in bed. He didn't even realize that a big trouble had come to the door.

boom! boom! boom!

Accompanied by the sound of slamming on the door, Zhang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

Out of a habit he had just developed recently, he didn't ask questions immediately, let alone unlock the door, but carefully observed the movement outside through the peephole.

I didn't know the result, I was startled when I saw it.

Although Elena and Clive were both wearing plain clothes, the bulging gun holsters around their waists and the cooperative attitude of the apartment manager were enough to prove their identities from the side—the police!

"Oh—that's not a good thing!"

The corner of Zhang Cheng's mouth twitched and he muttered something in a low voice, then he turned around and stuffed all the luggage in the corner into the closet at an extremely fast speed.

After all, once the police broke in, his troubles would not only be as simple as being involved in a murder case, but also include black households, hiding a large amount of gold jewelry of unknown origin, and so on.

After finishing all this, he took a deep breath, pretended not to wake up and asked loudly, "Who is it?"

"Hello, sir. We are detectives from the New York Police Department. I hope you can answer a few questions." Elena straightforwardly revealed her identity.

"Police? Did something happen?" Zhang Cheng pretended to be surprised and opened the door.

"Last night, a homicide occurred in an alley about 300 meters away from the apartment. We hope you can cooperate with the investigation and find the murderer as soon as possible."

While talking, Clive looked up and down at the young man in front of him, compared it with the blurred photos in his mind, and immediately determined that this was the witness he was looking for.

However, he did not immediately poke Zhang Cheng's performance, but exchanged a glance with his partner.

Elena understood, took out the pen and paper she carried with her, and asked blankly: "Now please answer, where were you at around midnight last night..."

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"Hmm - last night around twelve o'clock, I seem to have gone back to my room and slept." Zhang Cheng didn't know that he had been recognized, so he deliberately pretended to remember for a long time.

After all, the concept of around twelve o'clock is very vague. It can be after eleven o'clock or before one o'clock in the morning.

If you understand it according to the latter, then he definitely did not lie, at most he can only misinterpret the meaning of the other party on purpose.

"Go back to the room and sleep? Are you sure?" Elena raised her head and questioned with her sharp eyes.

"Sir, I must remind you that you will be held accountable for lying during the investigation of a case." Clive also threatened.

The two sang together, trying to create a kind of psychological pressure, forcing the so-called only "witness" to take the initiative to explain everything that happened last night.

But unfortunately, their intimidation obviously used the wrong target.

After experiencing a short trip to Azeroth, Zhang Cheng has undergone earth-shaking changes in both his strength and thinking, and even experienced fierce battles, so he can't be fooled by just a few words.

I saw him shrugged his shoulders indifferently and responded: "Sorry, Mr. Police Officer, if you say that, then I will keep silent from now on. Unless a lawyer is present, I will not answer any questions."

Elena glanced at the crude furnishings in the room, curled her lips in disdain: "Can you afford a lawyer?"

Obviously, under normal circumstances, people living in such small apartments in slums might not even be able to pay for some legal consultation, let alone hire a lawyer.

Of course, not all people living in poor neighborhoods are poor. Drug dealers and gangsters are rich, but they definitely don't go to the restaurant to work and wash dishes.

In fact, when she came here, she had inquired with the people around her, and she knew very well how poor the young people in front of her were.

"Please wait a moment, I'll make a call, and you'll know soon whether I can afford a lawyer." Without further ado, Zhang Cheng picked up the phone and dialed the number of the restaurant.

In just a few seconds, Catherine's lazy voice came from the other side: "Good morning, my dear little wizard, you are calling me so urgently, maybe you are in some trouble?"

Zhang Cheng raised his head, stared at the policeman standing at the door who was about to watch a joke, and said in a low voice: "Unfortunately, you guessed it. Two policemen are standing at the door of the room at this moment. You'd better send a lawyer over quickly, you know I'm an illegal immigrant without a birth certificate."

"Hahahaha! Don't be nervous. If you can't solve this little problem, what qualifications do I have to sit in the lord's seat. Just wait, I guarantee that the lawyer will appear in front of you in 5 minutes at most." After finishing, Catherine hung up the phone directly.

As the beeping busy tone echoed in the corridor, Elena asked with a half-smile, "Sir, how long will your lawyer arrive?"

"5 minutes!"

Although Zhang Cheng didn't know whether the time was accurate, he still chose to believe in the witch's promise.

In addition, the other party's unreasonable attitude really annoyed him a bit, so his tone became blunt.

"Okay, let's wait for 5 minutes. But if no lawyer arrives after 5 minutes, you'd better tell the truth about what you saw last night, otherwise I don't mind arresting you and handing it over to the Immigration Bureau." Clive Half-truth threatened.

As an old policeman, he is very aware of how many stowaways from all over the world are in his jurisdiction. Generally speaking, the police will not take care of them as long as they are not repeatedly involved in criminal activities.

Because even the U.S. government does not have so much energy and money to repatriate tens of millions of illegal immigrants, and sometimes many companies rely on the cheap labor they provide to reduce costs and improve their competitiveness.

Zhang Cheng ignored the verbal threat at all, turned around and walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth and take a shower, without paying attention to the other party.

Anyway, the other party did not have a search warrant, let alone an invitation from the owner of the house. If they dared to cross the threshold half a step, even if the two found any criminal evidence, it would not be possible to use it as evidence.

Hearing the sound of running water in the bathroom, Elena couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "Damn it! This guy seems a bit difficult to deal with!"

Clive unhurriedly lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then comforted his partner with a smile: "It doesn't matter, anyway, the person has been found, we can take our time, and if necessary, we can apply for an opening with the director." A quid pro quo, like getting him a green card."

"Green card?" Elena's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes! Green card!" Clive nodded seriously. "You don't know yet. Just four or 10 minutes ago, the director personally called and said that the FBI was coming to take over the case. If we can solve the case before they arrive, it will not only greatly improve the situation in the bureau. Prestige, and it can also add a lot of color to your resume. Once the director completes his term and leaves, you and I may be promoted."

"Why is the FBI suddenly paying attention to a murder case?" Elena obviously didn't care much about whether she could get a job, she frowned and questioned.

"It is said that there have been seven or eight cases of being bitten to death by giant canines in New York in the past month or so. They want to come here to see if they can find any breakthrough..." Before Clive finished speaking, suddenly I saw two guys in well-fitting suits walking through the stairs and coming towards me.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his 50s, who was a bit fat. He didn't say a word of politeness. He directly put on his business card and introduced himself in a very formulaic tone: "My name is Polman, and I'm from Catherine's Kiss restaurant. Legal counsel. From now on, I will be responsible for safeguarding the legal rights of Mr. Zhang."

Clive took the business card dumbfounded, and found that the other party was not joking, but a real professional lawyer.

Oh, God!

A poor ghost living in a poor neighborhood can afford a lawyer! !

For a moment, the expressions on the faces of the two police detectives were as if they had seen a ghost.

You must know that even if they are middle-class, they have to think twice about hiring a lawyer to file a lawsuit, otherwise they may be dragged bankrupt by protracted lawsuits and expensive legal fees at any time.

At the same time, Zhang Cheng, who had just taken a shower, also walked out of the bathroom, and while wiping his wet hair with a towel, he sneered and joked, "What, police officer, now you believe that I can afford a lawyer, right?"

"Good morning, Mr. Zhang, it's a great honor to meet you." The lawyer put one hand on his chest and bowed respectfully.

"Oh, you know me?" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"No, I don't know you, but I know your true identity." Polman stepped forward two steps, and whispered in Zhang Cheng's ear...

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