Police Detective

　　 "Then, I will try Fei Peng again now." Bai Song looked at the time, and it was only ten o'clock: "Master Zhao, you accompany me again."

　　 Zhao Dexiang finished smoking and ignored the white pine stubble. He took out a cigarette, put it on his nose and smelled it, and then put it back in the cigarette case.

Ok?

　　 Bai Song looked at what Master Zhao meant, and seemed to understand something.

　　 was silent for a while, and Zhao Dexiang asked, "How do you feel that there is a problem with the scar face you mentioned?"

　　 "Intuition?" Bai Song was a little uncertain.

　　 "Intuition?" Zhao Dexiang smiled, "Well, this is also an explanation."

"No, Master Zhao. Actually, at the earliest, I didn’t pay much attention to it. A big man, who didn’t do his job properly, left and lost if he lost it. But then I came into contact with some people or things related to him. I always feel that there is a problem." Bai Song said: "If there is a problem, just look for the problem, but fortunately, now at least one theft case with Scarface has been found."

　　 "Okay, better than your master." Zhao Dexiang nodded, "If your master is always diligent, he won't be a policeman. By the way, you should compete next year, right? Did you sign up for the October competitive examination?"

　　 "Ah? How old am I? Doesn't this require many years of work?" Bai Song was puzzled.

　　 "It's usually like that, but you will have worked for two full years next year and passed the exam this year. It's okay for you to compete in advance for the two second-class merits." Zhao Dexiang said, "Don't learn from your master."

　　 "Actually..." Bai Song didn't know how to say it: "I think my master has a pretty good life."

　　 "Hmm..." Zhao Dexiang thought for a while: "Yes, he is good for a lifetime like this, but everyone wants different things."

　　 Bai Song seemed to understand, but he didn't continue to ask.

　　Fei Ming is very troublesome. Bai Song doesn't know what is hidden in Fei Ming's heart, and is totally unwilling to communicate with the police. Bai Song didn't know why, but found a resentment from Fei Ming. How would you describe it? Bai Song didn't find any suitable adjectives either. In short, it felt a bit like being bullied or framed by others, but it couldn't be said.

　　 After resting for almost half an hour, Zhao Dexiang lighted a cigarette and smoked a few puffs, "Go, go again, and talk to Fei Peng."

　　 "Are you here?" Bai Song asked.

　　 "Okay, I'll do it. You type." Zhao Dexiang said, "I am not used to the printer. However, it is hard to say. If you can't ask anything, you don't need to type."

　　 Entering the questioned place again, Zhao Dexiang sat opposite Fei Peng, and Bai Song turned on the computer.

　　 Zhao Dexiang took two puffs of cigarettes, breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately squeezed out one third of the cigarette butts.

　　 Fei Peng's gaze followed Zhao Dexiang's cigarette **** for a few seconds before he slowly retracted his gaze.

　　 Zhao Dexiang took out a cigarette, lit it, handed it to Bai Song, and gestured.

　　 Bai Song knew that the detainees were not allowed to smoke in this place, but it was not illegal. He took Zhao Dexiang’s cigarette and passed it to Fei Peng through the iron railing.

　　 "There is nothing good to smoke, so let's smoke it."

"Thank you, thank you Uncle (pronounced'bye bye' Fei Peng took it over carefully, because he was in handcuffs and his hands were locked on the table, Fei Peng lowered his head vigorously, and finally took a sip of the cigarette. After this bite, nearly a quarter of the smoke disappeared.

　　Hu...

　　 Fei Peng spit out the cigarette after a long time, and then took a few more puffs.

　　After smoking, Fei Peng remembered that there are still two policemen here, so he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, "What's the matter, uncle?"

　　 "It's okay, I just came out of Fei Ming." Zhao Dexiang looked kindly: "Do you have anything else to say about this matter?"

　　 "Huh? What's the matter?" Fei Peng was a little surprised.

　　 "It's what I asked you just now." Zhao Dexiang glanced at his watch: "It's okay. If you tell me, I'll write it down for you. If you don't tell me, it's time for dinner."

　　 Bai Song was in a daze, what is this? Do you ask about Buddhism?

　　 No, this is the prisoner theory. Bai Song asked back.

　　 Actually, this is Mingmou.

　　Inquiry and interrogation, there are many, many techniques, and many things involved in keeping secrets cannot be developed in the book, but the prisoner theory can be said to be one of the most classic methods.

　　 As long as more than two criminal suspects are caught, how can one suspect side guarantee that his teammates will not sell themselves?

　　 Seriously, no matter what, there is no guarantee.

　　Because in any case, you can't change the selfish nature of people, let alone some criminal suspects, even if the agreement is good before being caught, it is useless.

　　 "Police officer, I have nothing to say." Fei Peng was still reminiscing about the smell of cigarettes, his voice a little soft.

　　 "Okay." Zhao Dexiang glanced at Bai Song: "You can write it down to him, he doesn't know anything."

　　 Bai Song nodded, printed the transcript directly, and handed it to Fei Peng: "Look, there is no problem, just sign it, and don't forget to press your fingerprint."

　　 Fei Peng happily signed the transcript just now after reading it, but Fei Peng hesitated.

　　 In addition to the above information, there are only two lines in the transcript.

　　 After reading in one minute, Fei Peng had just clamped the cigarette hand ~www.novelmtl.com~ but he couldn't hold the pen tightly.

　　 Fei Peng glanced at Zhao Dexiang again, Zhao Dexiang's kind face, but put a lot of pressure on Fei Peng, "Uncle, don't hurt me." Fei Peng put down the pen.

　　 "Hurt you? What good is it for me?" Zhao Dexiang looked at his watch again, "Don't think too much, it's time to eat after signing."

"Hey, uncle, don't be in a hurry, talk a few more words, then talk a few words," Fei Peng was a little flattering: "You tell me first, how is Scarface now? I haven't been out for so many days, nor Knowing what happened to him, can you tell me?"

　　"Heh..."Zhao Dexiang almost laughed out: "Are you making fun of me? You didn't participate, but you didn't know it, so sloppy with me?"

　　 "After signing the transcript, we will withdraw it." Bai Song packed up the computer.

　　 The weather is hot, Fei Peng’s sweat has come down, but his hands are tied and cannot be wiped.

　　What happened to Scarface, Bai Song still doesn't know. But Fei Peng and Fei Ming must be aware of it. Bai Song felt it at first sight when they saw them, and they knew at least part of it.

　　 And the Scarface thing, since Scarface is so selfish, he certainly wouldn't share the way with people like Fei Peng...

　　 "Don't worry, uncle, hey, can you give me another cigarette?" Fei Peng smiled flatteringly.

　　 Zhao Dexiang glanced at Fei Peng, his eyes condensed, "Boy, you're still tender, tell me you don't know anything after taking the cigarette, right?"

　　 Then Zhao Dexiang glanced at Bai Song: "Take his transcript and indicate that he refuses to sign, let's go. It's just a shield criminal, nothing to say."