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Han Chencheng, to be honest, this name sounds childish and ridiculous, and it doesn't match the masculinity in front of me at all, but for a long time in the past, this name was like a nightmare to Han Chenxin.

Han Chenxin didn't say anything else after saying "Han Chencheng".

Yuan Wenshan couldn't figure out the situation, so she could only look at Han Chenxin nervously.

The tall man sitting behind the iron railing moved his hands, and the handcuffs made a crisp sound from friction. He spoke, "Han Chenxin."

His voice is very low, as if it reverberates around your ears.

Han Chen let out a heavy breath, and began to tidy up the note paper and signature pen on the table.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Wenshan asked blankly.

Han Chenxin said to her, "I can't handle this case."

Yuan Wenshan looked at Han Chenxin, then at the suspect Sun Zheyang sitting inside, and asked, "Why? Do you know each other?"

Han Chenxin let out a "huh", he put away the things and folded them up, and then said to Yuan Wenshan, "Go and return the person, I won't ask today."

Yuan Wenshan couldn't help being curious, and asked, "Brother Han, are you friends?"

Han Chen hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's my relative," and then added, "A close relative."

At this point, Yuan Wenshan was too embarrassed to ask endlessly. She stood up and said, "Then I'll ask them to take someone in. Do you want to mention another person?"

Han Chenxin nodded and gave her the next ticket.

Yuan Wenshan glanced at Sun Zheyang again before walking out of the room.

Only Sun Zheyang and Han Chenxin were left in the interrogation room.

Sun Zheyang spoke first: "Police? You're doing well."

Han Chenxin calmly replied, "I'm a prosecutor, not a police officer."

"Prosecutor? What are you doing?" Sun Zheyang asked.

Han Chenxin twirled the pen with her fingers, "Have you ever taken a law class in there? You don't know the next procedure?"

"Tch—" Sun Zheyang sneered, full of disdain, he leaned back in his chair and said, "Comrade prosecutor, can you smoke a cigarette?"

Han Chenxin said, "I can't give you anything, this is the rule here."

Although Sun Zheyang had a smile on his face, his eyes were cold, "It's just a cigarette. The comrades in the Public Security Bureau gave it to me before. Is it necessary to be so unfeeling? I am your brother anyway, and I am a father." Fuck it."

Han Chenxin didn't react to his words. He just looked up at the camera facing them and said, "It's not suitable for you to say these things here. There are surveillance recordings and videos here."

Sun Zheyang said: "What did I say? I—"

Before he finished speaking, the door of the room was pushed open by Lu Jing, Sun Zheyang twitched the corners of his mouth, and did not continue to speak.

Lu Jing felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere in the room. She took a cold look at Sun Zheyang, and then asked Han Chen, "What's wrong?"

Han Chenxin turned to look over and said, "I know the suspect, so I may need to avoid this case."

"Know?" Lu Jing looked at Sun Zheyang without concealing her disgust, "Come out and say it."

They have dealt with criminals all year round, and they have seen all kinds of criminals. It is difficult to have a good impression of these criminals, especially as a woman, if she does not behave coldly and fiercely, she will be regarded as a bully and fool by the other party. .Just like Yuan Wenshan, when she first came here, her attitude was relatively gentle, and she had encountered suspects talking nonsense to her, making the little girl blush with anger; and Lu Jing, who has been handling cases for so many years, naturally knows What attitude should be used to face these suspects is the most appropriate.

Because they had to guard the people inside, the two of them didn't dare to close the door when they came out of the interrogation room. They just stood not far from the door and spoke in a low voice.

"What's going on?" Lu Jing asked him.

Yuan Wenshan was embarrassed to ask, but Lu Jing was not.

Han Chenxin felt that there was nothing to hide, and he had to explain to the section chief anyway, so he said, "He is my brother, his own."

Lu Jing looked surprised, "Ah? Why didn't you tell me when the case was divided?"

Han Chenxin explained: "He changed his name. I haven't seen him for many years, so I don't know about it. His household registration information is not complete, so I didn't notice it."

I haven't seen them for many years, and it's really hard to recognize them just by looking at the photos. As for why the brotherhood has no contact at all, Lu Jing is too curious to continue asking.

If it were someone else, she would definitely have to ask a few more questions, but with Han Chenxin's character, Lu Jing really didn't feel ashamed to speak again, so she could only say, "What should I do? Change someone else to do it?"

Han Chenxin said: "I'll go back and discuss it with Qi Chu. Let's not ask today. They still have people coming to the detention center tomorrow. Let's hand over the case."

After finishing speaking, Han Chenxin seemed hesitant to speak again.

"What?" Lu Jing asked him.

Han Chenxin shook his head. He actually wanted to say that he felt that the evidence in this case was insufficient and that he might not be able to catch anyone in the end.But these words can be said or not, so Han Chenxin chose to remain silent and did not continue.

So Lu Jing had no choice but to say: "Okay, I haven't read the paper yet, and I can't help asking, so let's return the person first."

Han Chenxin went back to the interrogation room alone.

Yuan Wenshan went to return the person and should have come back by this time, but she got into the room of Lu Jing and Wu Chao next door, apparently unable to restrain gossip, and wanted to talk to someone.

Here, Han Chenxin and Sun Zheyang were still sitting face to face.

It is already the end of October, and the prison uniform worn by Sun Zheyang inside is still thin.

Han Chenxin was silent for a long time, and couldn't help but said, "Have you contacted your family? You can ask them to send you thick clothes."

"Family?" Sun Zheyang said, "Who? You?"

Han Chenxin didn't answer. He knew life was hard in there, so he only spoke to remind him that he didn't think he had that obligation.

The two were silent for a while.

Han Chen thought, "Where's your mother?"

Sun Zheyang looked up at him with cold eyes, "You can refuse to answer questions that have nothing to do with the case, isn't that what you said?"

"Whatever you want," Han Chenxin said.

Footsteps sounded behind the iron gate, and it was the prison guards who came to collect the prisoners.

Han Chenxin watched as the iron gate was opened, and the prison guards walked in, helped Sun Zheyang uncuff, opened the chair, let him stand up, then returned the ticket to Han Chenxin, and shouted at Sun Zheyang: "Get out!"

Because Sun Zheyang was handcuffed, he moved slowly. He moved towards the outside step by step, without looking back at Han Chenxin.

However, Han Chenxin kept watching Sun Zheyang go out, his tall back disappeared into the iron gate, and then he looked away, ready to interrogate the next suspect.

After returning to the procuratorate from the detention center in the afternoon, the first thing Han Chenxin did was to go to the director to explain the situation.

Wu Chao poked his head outside the director's office to eavesdrop, but Yuan Wenshan patted him with a folder and said, "Don't make trouble!"

"What's the matter?" Wu Chao scratched his back. He had heard Lu Jing tell Yuan Wenshan about the previous incident, but everyone didn't know what was going on, so they became more and more curious.

"People's private affairs!" The little girl was actually very curious, but the moral sense still played an important role.

Wu Chao said in a low voice: "You said that this case will be really arrested, wouldn't Brother Han be very embarrassed?"

"What's none of your business?" Yuan Wenshan grabbed Wu Chao and left, "Leave quickly."

The Director of the Investigation and Supervision Department, Qi Song, is a middle-aged man with a calm personality. He has always liked Han Chenxin, and he thinks that this young man doesn't talk much, but he is steady and steady when handling cases.

Hearing what Han Chenxin explained, Qi Song couldn't help frowning, "This is quite troublesome!"

Han Chenxin said: "Actually, it's not troublesome, I just avoid it, and I can do whatever I want."

Qi Song looked up at him, "It doesn't matter, does it?"

Han Chenxin shook his head, "It's nothing, we haven't seen each other for many years, and we don't have any feelings."

Hearing this, Qi Song sighed. He didn't know what was going on in Han Chenxin's family. Han Chenxin was such a dull guy, he didn't say anything, so it would be hard for others to ask in detail.

But now that they were sitting face to face, Han Chenxin's face was as calm as ever, and he really couldn't see how this matter had affected him.

So Qi Song slapped the table and said: "Okay, you'd better write a recusal application for this matter, give it to Liu Jian to sign, and go to Xu Fang to re-divide the case, you just don't do it, don't meddle in it at all! "

Han Chen replied, "I know, don't worry."

Back in the office, Han Chenxin first typed out a recusal application, and when he went to the deputy chief prosecutor in charge to sign it, he couldn't find anyone.

So he went back and read the case file again. Today, he never asked Sun Zheyang a question, that is, did he kill him?Because Han Chenxin felt that since he was not handling the case, there was no need to ask. It didn't make sense for him to say yes or no.

But now, he still carefully read the case file from beginning to end, without missing any details. When he closed the case file, Han Chen thought to himself, unless next time they go to ask someone, Sun Zheyang retracts his confession. He did it, otherwise the case should not be arrested due to insufficient evidence.

Unable to tell what his mood was, or if it didn't affect his mood at all, Han Chenxin took the case file and application and left the office again.

After get off work in the afternoon, Han Chenxin called home and said she was going home for dinner.

His mother was flattered and asked quickly, "What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it for you."

Han Chenxin said, "Whatever." Then he hung up the phone.

It doesn't matter what he eats, he just thinks it is necessary to go back and explain this matter, after all, that person is also his father's son.

Maybe Han Chencheng, no, he should be called Sun Zheyang now, and he doesn't want to have anything to do with this family, otherwise why did he even change his surname?

Han Chenxin was thinking wildly while driving, but later, he suddenly recalled the situation when he was just in junior high school, and Sun Zheyang, who was also called Han Chencheng, blocked him on the way home after evening self-study.

At that time, he was riding a bicycle. Han Chencheng stopped his car, pulled him down and beat him. His thigh was cut open by the iron plate on the rear wheel of the bicycle. He was sent to the hospital for more than ten stitches. The scar is still there. keep it.