Police Chen Shu

In the evening, in the interrogation room of the Zhongshan Police Station's Case Handling Center.

Chen Shu, Zhu Chaoran, and Zhang Yun sat down in their original positions.

Chen Shu's eyes were sharp, and he re-examined Zhang Yun without any trace, and saw that he had passed through the detention all afternoon, his expression was exhausted and reluctant, and his body was tightly collapsed.

"Is it the first time to close the detention room of the police station? How about it, are you still used to it?" Chen Shu sneered.

Zhang Yun shook his head and didn't speak.

"It's also a gain in knowledge. Have something to eat?" Chen Shu took the steaming food he had just ordered from the cafeteria of the police station and placed it in front of Zhang Yun, connecting it to the small square table on the armrest of the interrogation chair.

Zhang Yun shook his head and said nothing.

Chen Shu's heart sank. This guy must have made up his mind to carry on.

After putting down the food, he didn't return to the interrogation table, but just moved a small chair in the corner and sat beside Zhang Yun: "It's not easy to make money now. If you don't eat, it's a waste."

Zhang Yun lowered his head slightly, but made no sound.

The interrogation went back to where it started.

A middle-aged man with decades of rich life experience. Although it is a pity that the previous assault was not won, but now he is probably prepared in his heart. Next, unless there is direct evidence, it will not be of much use to spend more words

Chen Shu was not affected, and chatted casually: "There are only two children at home?"

Zhang Yun replied truthfully: "Yes."

The words are simple and there are no redundant words.

Chen Shu didn't take it seriously, and continued to chat: "Listen to the two little brothers next door to you, your two sons are doing very well in school, one is a study committee member, and the other is what?"

throw a lead, catch you

Zhang Yun raised his head slightly, looked ahead, and there was a light in his eyes: "Squad leader."

Chen Shu clapped loudly and affirmed: "Excellent!"

Zhang Yun straightened his back and raised his head slightly.

"After being admitted to university and out of the society, you must be a decent person! You won't be crowded in a small room to work and suffer like you two." Chen Shu continued to boast.

Zhang Yun obviously benefited.

Chen Shu smiled and sighed: "You two work in other places, who can take them? Your parents? It's so hard to get good grades!"

Zhang Yun talked more: "Well, my mother took them. They were young and sensible, and the teacher often called their mother to praise them."

"It's a pity that their father is a thief." Seeing that the preparation was almost done, Chen Shu poured cold water into it unceremoniously.

Zhang Yun, who was suddenly hit, was not as excited as Chen Shu expected, but lowered his head, trembling his lips, and muttered to himself softly: "I didn't, I'm not a thief"

Looking at the dazed Zhang Yun, Chen Shu thought for a while, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took a cigarette out of it, lit it with his backhand, hesitated a few times, then turned his head and asked, "One?"

Zhang Yun shook his head and lowered his head even deeper.

Chen Shu couldn't bear it, so he took out another cigarette and put it in front of Zhang Yun: "Put it here, tell me if you want to smoke."

"Brother Shu, give me one." Zhu Chaoran, who was sitting on the interrogation table, interrupted.

Sitting next to Zhang Yun and staring at him, Chen Shu's eyes lit up. He found that while Zhu Chaoran was speaking, Zhang Yun's eyeballs quickly glanced towards the interrogation table a few times.

Chen Shu raised an eyebrow and said, "Come and get it yourself."

Zhu Chaoran was also polite, jumped off the interrogation stand, walked quickly to Chen Shu, and spread his palms with a smile.

Chen Shu first picked up the food on the small square table and put it in his hand, then took out the pack of cigarettes in his pocket and stuffed it into his police trousers, and said with a smile: "Go outside and eat the food first. Distribute the cigarettes." Go, smoke less. Go, remember to close the door."

Zhu Chaoran hurried out with the food in his hand: "Got it!"

In order to care about the fragile self-esteem of the fat man, he had to find an appropriate reason to dismiss it every time. It is estimated that the fat man has been tossing for a while. But just in case, watching Zhu Chaoran walk out of the interrogation room, Chen Shu put down a big stone in his heart.

He stood up, walked to the door of the interrogation room and closed it, hesitated for a few seconds, and locked the door behind him.

"Crack."

The mechanical sound of the door being locked was extremely clear and crisp in the small, quiet room of the interrogation room.

Zhang Yun raised his head, showing disbelief, even mixed with a hint of horror, and just looked straight at Chen Shu.

I'm afraid I thought I was going to extract a confession by torture, and that's what I wanted. Chen Shu felt happy, but he thought of teasing him a little.

He deliberately shook his body and walked towards Zhang Yun.

As he slowly approached step by step, Zhang Yun's expression

Suddenly, he kicked hard on the leg of the interrogation chair.

"Boom!"

The four legs of the interrogation chair were welded to the wooden floor on the ground, so Chen Shu's heavy kick did not knock it down or move the interrogation chair at all.

It's just that the loud noise frightened Zhang Yun, who had been staring at Chen Shu and moving his gaze as he walked, half to death. His body shook violently, and he immediately collapsed on the chair.

Chen Shu didn't stop, moved over to the empty chair next to him, and smashed it right in front of Zhang Yun.

"boom."

Zhang Yun was startled, and looked at Chen Shu with eyes full of fear, but couldn't speak.

Chen Shu sat down boldly, stared into Zhang Yun's eyes, and said word by word: "Now that we have reached this point, you and I both know that you stole the phone."

Chen Shu was sure, but it was actually a bluff. This sentence seems to be a statement sentence with a natural tone, but in his heart, it is a rhetorical question sentence.

Don't let a bad person go, but you can't wrong a good person either. Although the things were almost the same, there was nothing wrong with being cautious. He fixed his eyes on Zhang Yun, waiting for the other party's reaction, thinking so in his heart.

Zhang Yun slumped back on the back of the chair, lowered his head weakly, leaned his chin lightly on his chest, and dropped his loose hands on his lap with palms up, speechless.

Chen Shu knew in his heart that the person who stole the mobile phone was unmistakable.

He knew that the last line of defense in Zhang Yun's heart had also been breached: "The other policeman has left. Now there are only two of us here. If you have anything to say, just say it."

Zhang Yun was silent for a while, sat up a little, and said in a low voice: "Officer, if I take out my mobile phone, can I not go to jail?"

This middle-aged man in his forties, dressed plainly, has rut-like wrinkles on his withered, thin face, and his deep-set eyes reveal a sad, bewildered and earnest gaze.

Chen Shu's tone softened, he leaned forward, and patted Zhang Yun's shoulder: "The state owns the state law, and the family has family rules. I know your concerns, and I believe that you are just confused for a while. You hand over your phone, and then wait for your two The child returned to his hometown after the summer vacation, so you can come to my side and be punished."

Zhang Yun lowered his head and said softly, "Thank you, officer."