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Yan Shaoqian didn't know what shocking cry was going on in Shen Zhuo's heart. He finished the record by himself and was about to get up when the policeman in charge of the record suddenly raised his head: "Can I ask another question?"

Yan Shaoqian was a little puzzled: "There are surveillance cameras in the toll booths, so the pictures should be very clear. Isn't it more direct than asking me if you call them?"

He didn't wait for the other party's answer, and said again: "However, it is also necessary to cooperate with your investigation - what is the problem?"

The policeman turned his pen and looked at his deep eyes: "You just said that you judged that the suspect was not holding a real gun, so you dared to confront him, so how did you judge that it was not a real gun? Or... have you ever seen a real gun?"

Yan Shaoqian: "..."

The topic of guns is really sensitive.

He just deliberately ignored this part and didn't go into details, just not wanting to attract the attention of the police, but the result is still...

He sighed, and had no choice but to repeat what he said in front of the robbers: "In addition to the gunshots, there is another point...weight."

Cop: "Weight?"

Yan Shaoqian raised Erlang's legs, stretched out his hand and gestured in front of his eyes: "If I say that people can 'see' the weight of objects with their eyes, would you believe it?"

The two recording policemen looked at each other: "You mean...?"

"Of course, if the object is simply placed there, it is almost impossible to see its weight with the eyes alone, but if the object is in the hands of a person..."

He grasped in the air with five fingers: "An empty mineral water bottle is different from a filled mineral water bottle. The force required to pick it up is different, so the muscles that provide the force will also be in different states."

"Similarly, the ear can also 'hear' the weight, and even the shape of the object."

He said and looked at the policeman on the opposite side: "Although the fake gun has a realistic appearance, it is actually very light in weight. When holding it in a human hand, the muscle state of the hand is definitely different from that of holding a real gun. I am not wrong about that." Bar?"

The policeman nodded.

Yan Shaoqian: "So, when I saw the suspect holding a gun, I observed his hand and finally judged that it was an imitation."

Police: "But you have never seen a real gun, how do you know the weight of a real gun?"

"...It's easy to guess," Yan Shaoqian smiled helplessly, "The gun needs to be filled with bullets, while the lighter is inflated. From this point of view, the weight of the two can never be the same. Furthermore... this Even if I don't know about such things, can't I ask the almighty Du Niang for help?"

The police seemed to have nothing to say, and began to record in their notebooks.

At this moment, the door of the interrogation room was knocked suddenly, and the police outside had a conversation with the police in charge of the interrogation, and handed over an evidence bag.

The latter closed the door, sat down on the seat again, and raised the evidence bag at Shaoqian: "Is this button yours?"

Yan Shaoqian was not surprised that the button would be found by them, but he only collected one. He raised his arm and showed his cuff with a button missing: "Here."

Police: "The suspect is in the hospital now. Hit him with a button. Did you do it?"

Yan Shaoqian twitched the corner of his mouth: "...I just broke the cartilage on the bridge of his nose, should I also bear criminal responsibility?"

The policeman hurriedly said: "No, you misunderstood. He was only slightly injured. It is inevitable to take some measures against the suspect when rescuing the hostages. You can say that you have helped us a lot. I just want to confirm the situation with you."

"Oh," Yan Shaoqian raised his chin, "It's me."

"You don't need to be so nervous, just chatting for a while," the policeman picked up another evidence bag, "This is the knife used by the suspect to take the hostages. Great strength—may I ask if you have specially trained in this area before?"

Yan Shaoqian supported his head with his hands: "Well, yes."

A mere dent, if placed in front of him, could break the knife directly.

"Well, there are no other questions," the policeman smiled kindly at him, "Thank you for your cooperation, you can leave now."

Yan Shaoqian didn't say anything, stood up, put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the inquiry room.

As soon as he went out, he saw Shen Zhuo waiting outside.

Suddenly, he didn't know what to think, his brain became hot, he turned around and smiled at the policeman behind him: "Comrade policeman, if I say that I have killed someone, would you believe it?"

As soon as these words were uttered, the atmosphere on the scene changed suddenly, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Yan Shaoqian looked calm, and spread his hands quite indifferently: "The number of people who died in my hands is eight hundred if not one thousand. Unfortunately, this number will not increase."

The policeman smiled awkwardly: "This kind of talk... it's better not to joke lightly."

A few passing policemen shook their heads and went about their business again.

Yan Shaoqian: "..."

really.

Even if he told the truth, no one would believe it.

Man is such a strange creature. If you say "I have killed people", there is a high probability that you will be regarded as a murderer. If you say "I have killed eight people", you will be regarded as a vicious serial murderer. But if Saying "I killed eighty people" or even "eight hundred people"... will only be regarded as a mental illness.

Because this is beyond their cognition, and things beyond cognition are not credible, and people instinctively follow this principle.

Even if these are facts.

... Well, I should add two more words - killed by "previous life".

Shen Zhuo hurriedly smoothed things over, dragged him aside, and scolded him in a low voice: "Why are you talking nonsense again? I'm going to get angry if you do this again—go out and wait for me."

Yan Shaoqian didn't say a word, just bowed his head and walked out.

Shen Jue was still explaining to the police, he reached out and tapped his temple: "I'm sorry, officer, he's a bit... usually likes to fantasize about himself as a hero, tinkering with things like playing cards flying apples, flying Coke cans and the like, you laughed."

Yan Shaoqian: "..."

Although Shen Zhuo's voice was low, he could still hear it clearly.

Just kidding, doesn't he bother to do a low-end operation like playing cards flying apples?

Apples are for eating, and cola is for drinking. Why do we always have to have trouble with food?

He stopped listening, pushed the door and left the building with "POLICE" written on it.

Shen Zhuo's car was parked outside. He walked to the car and took a cigarette from his pocket.

It's going to be confiscated anyway, so it's better to smoke one more now.

As a result, he searched all over his body, but couldn't find the lighter.

……I remembered.

He searched for a lighter all day today, but couldn't find it. When he met a robber, he couldn't wait to borrow a lighter from him.

Yan Shaoqian, who didn't have a lighter, had no choice but to taste a cigarette, standing in front of the police station with his hands in his pockets, waiting for his drink to come out.

I always feel that after Shen Zhuo said those words, the policemen looked at him with pity.

Yan Shaoqian sighed.

This kind of time travel is also very difficult for him.

Mr. Shen seemed to be having a good conversation with the policeman, and he came out after chatting for 5 minutes. When he saw Yan Shaoqian, he frowned, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

Yan Shaoqian: "...?"

what's the situation?

Every time Shen Zhuo saw him, even if he was unhappy at first, he would immediately become happy, but today...

Are you really still angry?

Shen Zhuo's tone was very cold, he even took out his thin-rimmed glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose without even looking at him: "Get in the car."

Yan Shaoqian looked at his back and said cautiously, "Can I sit next to you?"

The first step to make my brother happy: get closer.

Shen Shuo paused, without any fluctuations in his overtures: "It's up to you."

Yan Shaoqian got into the co-pilot and fastened his seat belt obediently, while Shen Zhuo said nothing and drove the car away from the police station.

Usually, when two people are in the same frame, Shen Zhuo will definitely try every means to stir up the topic, but today he didn't say a word, and the atmosphere was so awkward that Yan Shaoqian couldn't sit still.

It's already six o'clock in the evening, they have to go back to Shen's house for dinner now, it's best to get Shen Jue back to normal before then - he doesn't want to make Ms. Tao worry.

He had no choice but to cough: "That... I'm sorry."

"Huh?" Shen Zhuo sneered, "You're not mistaken, what's the use of apologizing to me, you should go and apologize to the gangster who held a gun and robbed you, you are so powerful, you stopped him from getting rich, Cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents."

Yan Shaoqian: "..."

It's been a long time since I've experienced Mr. Shen's yin and yang eccentric mode.

The corners of his eyes twitched: "Don't do that, I went only after I judged the fake gun he was holding."

"Oh, is that so?" Shen Zhuo stared straight ahead, "Then why didn't you realize that he still has a knife on him?"

"..."

"You are so awesome, why don't you judge when the end of the world will come and when the asteroid will hit the earth, so that we can try to spend our savings earlier, can't we?"

"..."

Although, Mr. Shen wants to spend his savings in a short time, so he may only try to buy Jiming International.

Yan Shaoqian pressed his eyebrows with a headache: "Boss Shen, duck doesn't have to..."

"I really can't understand you more and more," Shen Zhuo pursed his lips as coldly as the metal light from his glasses, "In your eyes, is your life so unworthy of cherishing?"

Yan Shaoqian was stunned: "What... what?"

Shen Zhuo: "I took sleeping pills while others were not paying attention, what is it this time? Is it an honorable sacrifice to fight with a knife-wielding gangster? Indeed, it is more honorable to die like this, and maybe it will even make headlines and become people's compliments." Yes, a brave hero."

"..." Yan Shaoqian's expression twisted, "No, wait, you misunderstood..."

Shen Zhuo braked the car on the side of the road: "Misunderstanding? What did I misunderstand you? We grew up together, so many years, I don't understand you?"

Yan Shaoqian said in his heart that you understand a fart, and said: "Listen to my explanation..."

"I do not want to hear."

"...It's not that you're still in a good mood, is it?" Yan Shaoqian couldn't bear it anymore, and grabbed the other party's tie with all his strength, "Is there no end to you? You are really overbearing when you say you are the president? I don't want to die!"

Shen Zhuo looked down at the opponent's hand, his eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly leaned forward, pressing him against the passenger door.

Yan Shaoqian: "?"

Shen Jue's eyes seemed to contain some kind of extremely complicated emotions, hidden under the lens, the indifference would split if he was not paying attention, and a blazing light would stab out from it.

His throat rolled, and it took a long time to utter a sentence with difficulty: "I don't want to hear it. Can I... kiss you?"

"……What?"

The author has something to say:

Mr. Shen said in his heart: Shut up and don't explain!Mouths are for kissing, not talking!