Evil and punishment [criminal investigation]

Nie Cheng didn't send him a message all day. Now that someone is temporarily acting as the captain, Wu Ze doesn't have to report to him anymore. In the past two days, his mobile phone has only rang three times, one for payment and two push messages.

Jiang Zhun is almost growing hair at home.

As a criminal police officer, he understands the intensity of Nie Cheng's work, but he still can't help checking his mobile phone messages frequently, complaining that he should say something even if he doesn't come back.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, there was a ding on WeChat, and he hurriedly grabbed it to read it.

"Xijia Clubhouse at twelve o'clock, new wine and new girl."

The sender is Zheng Jingjing.

Jiang Zhun sat up straight, tapping his fingers on the side of the phone to think.

This Zheng Jingjing is his informant.

She used to be a resident singer in a bar, the kind of girl who played crazy but had a bottom line. Four years ago when he was inspecting a certain KTV to be rectified, he ran into a man making out with her. She fell softly into his arms with a look of horror on her face. With disgust, the men repeatedly explained that they were boyfriend and girlfriend, but Jiang Zhun found a name and took them to a nearby police station to make a statement. Zheng Jingjing survived.

She said that it was the son of the boss of a certain group and an investor in the bar where she worked. It was too late when we were powerless.

She also understands that she likes to play and is prone to dangerous things. Afterwards, she resigned from the bar, dyed her black hair back, put on a professional attire, and found a job as a clerk, but she resigned after half a month.This time she realized that her personality is so forceful, not to mention that she is neither illegal nor disciplined, so why should she worry about it?

But she also kept an eye out, and always wanted to capture Jiang Zhun. First, she likes him because he is handsome, second, because he has a good career, and third, because she is busy with work and can't control her, perfect!It's a pity that Jiang Zhun's attitude was very clear and he didn't give her any chance.She had nothing to be reconciled to, she settled for the next best thing and became Jiang Zhun's informant for mutual benefit.

Zheng Jingjing sent a message at this time, there must be intelligence, do you want to go?

His injury was actually almost healed. Although it looked scary, it didn't hurt the arteries or bones, it was just a skin trauma. It wasn't laziness that he refused to rework all the time. He wanted to leave a gap for Nie Cheng.

Nie Cheng has just taken over the team. Although they are all old subordinates, his prestige in the sub-bureau and the task force will be affected once he returns. Moreover, he really can't take over high-intensity work now. Walking is fine, but running wounds will definitely open.

But he was very concerned about Zheng Jingjing's news. The information this girl gave each time was quite reliable, and she was not a core member, so the degree of danger was not high. Every time she chose a location, she was thoughtful and trustworthy.

In the early hours of the morning, Jiang Zhun appeared in a casual suit, with waxed hair and perfume, at the door of the Xijia clubhouse.

He threw away the car keys, and a doorman helped him to park the car.

It is said to be a club, but it is just a high-end bar. The first floor is a dimly lit and deafening bar hall, the second floor is a guest room for massage and bathing, and the third floor is an office space. Non-staff members are not allowed to enter.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, the bang bang bang bang bang music from the speaker gave him a baptism of the whole body. He tried his best not to show his disgust for the noise, but to enjoy, enjoy it, and become a part of them.

He was ordering a fancy cocktail at the bar farther from the stage, wondering if he would be reimbursed when he went back, when a girl with gray-green hair, a crop top and a leather skirt sat down next to him and ordered a hundred. Li rum, drank alone for a while, and came over to strike up a conversation with Jiang Zhun.

"Alone?" she asked.

"Kill time."

"Shall I go dance and show you some friends?"

"Why not."

Jiang Zhun helped her pay for the drinks, walked around the dance floor with her twice, and followed her to the seat.

Two semi-fan-shaped sofas formed a semicircle, and seven or eight people were crowded, most of them were girls. After Jiang Zhun sat down, the ladies gave an exaggerated exclamation.

The girl sat down next to him, and shouted to the people around her amidst the crackling music: "First come, first come."

Her female companions laughed together, Jiang Zhun couldn't laugh, but fortunately, the handsome man with a cold face was also very attractive.

The music was too loud, and she sat on his right hand side, so she had to stick to his ear and say, "Is the surrounding situation OK?"

Jiang Zhun had been secretly observing the people here since he came in, nodding slightly, when the girl on his left brought him a glass of wine, he waved his hand and politely refused.

"The girl in the red coat that you brought to my attention at the end of last year has some clues. She used to work in this clubhouse. I don't know what she does. My sister saw her come down from upstairs in a work uniform to talk to guests. It should be working on the second floor." Zheng Jingjing said.

The girl in the red coat she mentioned was Liao Chunfang, one of the victims in the Riverside case that Nie Cheng was involved in, and the female deceased who caused his PTSD.

Jiang Zhun turned his head and asked, "Who have you had contact with?"

"I don't know. Those who can go to the second floor are the children of rich families or their friends." Zheng Jingjing said.

While she was talking, a group of 20-year-old young people came in, Mohawks, big iron chains, lip nails and nose nails, each of them was trendier than the other. They wandered around the bar for half a circle, holding wine bottles and shaking their hips on the dance floor Buttocks, and then walked through the sofa to the second floor with friends and friends.In fact, there is an elevator directly leading to the second floor at the entrance of the lobby, but these young people obviously enjoy the attention.

Many people, like Zheng Jingjing, have a certain understanding of this club, knowing that being able to go to the second floor means either rich or expensive, so they whispered in the ears of their companions.

Twenty or ten minutes later, the song on the dance floor was changed, and the discussion caused by the ostentatious rich kids hadn't stopped yet. There was an exclamation at the door, and a group of special police with strong nuclear bombs rushed in.

"Police, get down and don't move!"

"Police, sit back in your seat!"

One after another, the sound of "police" who identified themselves was superimposed, bringing the intoxicated people back to reality. The music in the bar seemed to be choked by someone suddenly, and only the microphone fell to the ground to make a piercing howl.

Jiang Zhun frowned and pressed his index finger on the tragus. After being frightened, the ladies on both sides instinctively covered their heads and sought protection from him. As a policeman, he also instinctively protected the two people to ensure that they would not leave because of panic. Seats sparked even bigger riots.He was quite calm, but he was a little annoyed to have to greet and explain to his colleagues in Haixi District to perform tasks.

However, when he saw the stern and unsmiling new captain of criminal investigation in Haidong District come in, the irritability that he could do well stopped immediately.

The astonishment in Nie Cheng's eyes flashed, and he rushed straight up to the second floor from beside him, arranged for people to guard the doors of the five boxes on the second floor, and caught Wan Shichao, who was naked and hugged the young lady, on a certain bed.

The main target and those who were first and last were pushed into the car, and the Haixi District Detachment took over the follow-up work. Wu Ze and Lin Minxin escorted Wan Shichao back to the branch for interrogation, and Liangzi and Zhang Jieming stayed behind to cooperate.

After Nie Cheng arranged the manpower, he turned back to the first floor and took Jiang Zhun aside alone.

On the other side of the hall on the first floor of the clubhouse is a series of floor-to-ceiling windows, turning forward is the emergency passage.At this time, the two stood in front of the French windows, and saw each other's expressions through the flashing red and blue police lights on the police car outside the clubhouse.

"Why are you here?" Nie Cheng asked first.

"I'm……"

"The injury hasn't healed yet."

"already……"

"There are many people and chaos here. What if you encounter a wound? You went down to the fourth floor by yourself? Smell the smell of alcohol and perfume on your body."

A series of questions made Jiang Zhun speechless. He knew that he had made him worry. He really shouldn't drink if his injury is healed, and he should be questioned, but the last "perfume smell" sounded so abrupt.

Jiang Zhun asked tentatively, "You... misunderstood?"

Nie Cheng was taken aback, only to realize that Jiang Zhun thought he was jealous, and he laughed angrily.Introspect deeply and use words carefully when describing his poor state next time.

Anyway, he laughed, and Jiang Zhun raised the corner of his mouth, and said in a serious way: "We have known each other for 15 years, this is the first time. How should I put it... I am quite happy."

Nie Cheng, who couldn't bear it anymore, uttered two words softly: "Get out, bastard."

Zhang Jieming, who finally found Nie Cheng and came to report on his work, froze in place, unsure: "Nie, team Nie?"

"What's the matter?" Nie Cheng asked with his usual expression.

"The Haixi District Detachment said that they can handle it later, and we don't need our help."

"Okay, call Liangzi and prepare to go back to the branch office."

"Yes. What about Team Jiang?"

"Come with the car in a while."

Nie Cheng asked Zhang Jieming to take Jiang Zhun to the car first because he wanted to say hello to Haixi District and thank him.Jiang Zhun said that he knew the license plate number and didn't need to help him, so he asked Zhang Jieming to find Liangzi and see you in the car.

After Zhang Jieming left, Jiang Zhun leaned over to Nie Cheng, stretched out his thumb and said "jealous", then stretched out his index finger and said "swearing", raised his hand in the direction of the hall, and said, "It's a good harvest."

Nie Cheng patted him on the shoulder, wrinkled his shirt hard, and stopped playing with him.

They sent Jiang Zhun downstairs and told him to go upstairs slowly to send a message at home and return to the bureau to participate in the interrogation.

When Nie Cheng and the others came back, Wu Ze had already led a round of bombing.

"Tight-tongued?" Nie Cheng asked.

"It's okay, it's either old fritters, or the language skills are too poor, the preface doesn't match the postscript, and the logic is unclear." Wu Ze said annoyed.Now he sympathizes with Wan Shichao's Chinese teacher very much.

In the interrogation room, Wan Shichao sat on the interrogation chair and moved his butt uneasily—the seat was locked, and there was limited room for him to move.

When he left the clubhouse, he was still in a state of shock. He was an adult, and this crime might not be solved by going through the scene at the police station before, and his father's beating would certainly not be able to escape.It was only when the police car drove away that something was wrong. Those who came with him were all in other police cars, and he was alone here. When the car drove to the intersection, this police car parted ways with the other cars and drove in another direction alone. .

He was a little panicked, and even suspected that the policeman in this car was pretending to be someone who was going to kidnap him and blackmail his father.

He stood up slightly, ignoring the continuous drop of the belted trousers, had to hold one side with handcuffed hands, and got a shout: "Be honest!"

The female police officer sitting next to him looked young, and she was more terrifying than his mother when she lost her temper.

Wan Shichao didn't move anymore, he felt that these policemen didn't dare to disturb him, and when his father got the news, he would find a way to get him out.

Sitting in the interrogation room at this time, he felt that he was still too naive. The interrogation round was not easy. This group of people asked him various questions over and over again, and each round of answering seemed to be as long as a century. Too sleepy.

"How many times have you been to the Xijia clubhouse?"

"the fifth time."

"What do you do every time?"

"Drinking and singing to find women."

"Together with who?"

"Huang Xiaotian, Mao Feiyu, Tian Zhixin."

"Only three, think about it more carefully?"

"Also, that He Kai, Huo Hongxuan."

"Who organized it this time?"

"Huang Xiaotian."

"What did they tell you?"

"Just go out and play, the old set meal."

"How did you meet him?"

"A classmate from a school."

"I asked how you met, did you belong to the same class?"

"It's not in the same class. A friend of our classmate, my dad plans to do business with his dad, so I'll ask my classmates to introduce him."

"Who introduced you?"

"Anthony." He added, "Han Lean, we are used to calling him Anthony."

The question on the other side stopped for a second, Wan Shichao tried to open his drowsy eyes, but before he could clearly see the policeman's expression on the other side, a new question started again.

"Answer the question honestly, Han Le'an is not among these people today."

"Without him, he didn't go."

"Then why did you mention Han Le'an?"

"I mean... I was wrong. Han Le'an didn't go. He has a good relationship with Huang Xiaotian. They both have money in their family and their parents are willing to give money."

"How is your relationship with Han Le'an?"

"so so."

"How is the relationship between Han Le'an and Huang Xiaotian?"

"They have a good relationship."

"Who organized this event?"

……

This set of questions is repeated again.