Officer Xiang and Mumu

After closing the car door, I sat in the back in a muffled voice, ignoring their questions, and then no one asked any more.I simply fell on the seat and planned to sleep to the destination.Gaoqing City is more than 300 kilometers away from Hong'an, which is enough for a good night's sleep, but it's hard to fall asleep because of a strong heart.

Just now Ling Yunmu felt weird, was it because he was too quiet?Or would he actually "take refuge" with someone else besides me?These are not the root cause, what is the root cause?

I didn't expect that when he went back to the scene of the crime, he would become so weird, his eyes were too calm, it's not right to say calm, yes, it was despair, it was despair eyes!

Does he feel hopeless?Why?

To him who was silent and speechless, I said many words of encouragement, telling him to go to school when he recovered from his illness, not to worry about the tuition fee, and I would always be with him...but he was expressionless from beginning to end, and he was very stern when we parted. She left nothing behind.

There is another question. His sub-personality has not appeared for a long time. It is the deity who has been carrying the pressure from the outside world, and he is always troubled by schizophrenia. Will this be too tiring?If the alternation of primary and secondary personalities can relieve his pressure, I hope that whether it is Ren or Ben, it would be a good thing to come out and feel the outside world.

Of course, some methods can be used to induce the emergence of secondary personalities. For example, the game hall is Ben’s favorite, and coffee is Ren’s favorite, but when they appear, they will be full of variables. Then try to be free...

Headache, just to be on the safe side, forget it...

Under such circumstances, being questioned as a suspect after being three hundred kilometers away is enough to drive people crazy.But reason tells me that if I want to return to Hong'an as soon as possible, I have to calmly solve the troubles in front of me.

Suppressing my anger, I said in a deep voice: "I repeat, I have no comment on the progress of the June [-]th case. As a non-staff member, if I tell you the details of the case, will it be considered a betrayal of public security secrets?"

The policeman changed the question: "Is this case the most difficult one in your criminal police career?"

"It's tricky, but not 'the most.'"

"Are you confident that this case will be solved?"

I simply doubt that they are considering my work ability and party spirit. If the answer is "yes", are they going to give me an A?

I looked into his eyes and said for a long time: "Do I have confidence? What does it have to do with your city bureau? Is it reasonable for you to arrest me and question someone else's case instead of investigating your own case?"

"Please cooperate. Our inquiry is based on facts. May I ask if you have enough confidence in yourself that the 'murder case will be solved' for a long time? And you are very proud of it?"

"It is the belief of our country's public security organs that murder cases must be solved, not my personal 'honor'. Those who engage in criminal investigation must have the confidence that they will be solved, right? Where does pride come from?"

He paused for half a second, and I interrupted: "Are you new here? Asking such questions is the most suitable for a fledgling young man like you. Entrusting a newcomer who is stubborn enough will often It can achieve miraculous effects." I looked at the one-way mirror meaningfully, and their heads must be standing on the opposite side of the mirror.

The policeman continued to hold on tight: "As the 'Prince' of the Yongyeon family, you did not pursue fame and fortune in the business world, but you were obsessed with avenging justice for the people. You were even willing to give up the family heir's position for the career of the police. Qualifications, this spirit is very admirable."

I didn't bother to open my mouth, and he concluded, "So, the last thing you want to lose is your career as a police officer, am I right?"

I asked him slowly: "My little friend, brother has been laid off for several months, have you ever seen me cry?"

He didn't respond, so I continued to ask, "Have you seen it?"

He raised his hand and poked the frame of the glasses, and replied, "No."

"Isn't that right? Is there anything that can't be lost? The only thing that can't be lost is killing harm for the people."

He paused for a while, "But, do you still want to return to work?"

"That's what you say. After all, it's more convenient to investigate the case."

He cleared his throat and said loudly: "In order to return to work, have you done anything illegal?"

"Kid, don't you think your words are contradictory? How can you return to your post if you know the law and break the law?"

He might think that I didn't understand, so he made an analogy: "For example, in order to save your reputation, create or discover another big case, as long as the case is solved, you will be eligible to return?"

I vaguely grasped the crux of the problem, and couldn't help sitting up straight: "So, this is why you invited me over?"

Although the police officer did not answer, I smelled a strong conspiracy and decided to share my opinion: "The eleven corpses in Times Square are really exciting. If I can solve this case, I will return to the police force." It's a done deal. But how do you get yourself involved?"